Salted Fish Zombie

Ch. 84.1.2.3

(Part 1)

Ning Su lay on the comfortable bed for a while, glimpsing a black figure outside through the green leaves.

The bus swayed, and the vines swayed along with it. Amidst the dim green leaves and yellowish light, he stood quietly by the bed, looking down at the sweet potato in his slightly curved fingers.

The light on the roof cast a shadow from his lofty and angular nose, creating a layer of darkness just below his half-closed eyes, where a mysterious transition blended with the darkness within.

Ning Su watched for a while, opened the bed curtain, and pulled Ling Xiao's sleeve. "Have some."

He got off the bed, pulled out a basket from underneath, filled with raw and roasted sweet potatoes. "I have a lot stocked up."

For a zombie who had experienced the apocalypse, having plenty of food was the most reassuring and happiest thing.

He took out a roasted sweet potato from the basket and handed it to Ling Xiao, "Eat."

Ling Xiao's gaze moved from the two roasted sweet potatoes in his hand to the basket under the bed.

When the young man had pulled the basket just now, he had also pulled out something green from under the bed.

Ning Su turned to look, "..."

He pushed it back in a bit.

Turning to ask Ling Xiao, "Is your pillow uncomfortable too? Should I modify it for you?"

Revealing the fact that Ling Xiao's vines were also hidden under the bed, without waiting for Ling Xiao's reaction, he pulled down Ling Xiao's pillow.

Mainly because he thought Ling Xiao probably wouldn't react.

Perhaps the other didn't have a specific concept of comfort.

Ning Su still wanted him to experience it, to have a slightly more comfortable feeling.

When the two kids heard Ning Su's words, they immediately came over to help.

Ning Su picked leaves from the vines under the bed, and the two kids put the leaves into the pillowcase.

Unfortunately, the pillowcase hadn't been washed during the day, but after replacing the hard and old core with fresh leaves, the musty smell significantly reduced.

Ning Su patted it, satisfied, and placed it back on the upper bunk, saying to Ling Xiao, "It's good now, give it a try."

With two cooled sweet potatoes in hand, the Flower God returned to the bed.

When his head fell on the pillow, there was an almost imperceptible pause.

Ning Su also lay back down, and as his head rested on the pillow, he heard his heart beat heavily.

Ning Su carefully felt the heartbeat, trying to distinguish whose heart was leading the rhythm.

He touched his chest and quietly asked the two children, "Is the bed comfortable now?"

Gui Sheng: "Mm!"

"Good." Manman expressed it better than Gui Sheng, saying, "Now, I feel more at ease than before."

Ning Su blinked, 'at ease'. That word was just right.

At this moment, he was lying on the lingxiao vine, using the lingxiao leaves as a pillow.

The freshly sun-dried pillowcase carried the scent of sunlight, and slowly, the bitter aroma of grass leaked out from inside-a remarkably comforting and familiar smell.