Candlelight lit the room, and a zombie sat under the shed outside.
The evening wind was a little cool, and there was a bug or two outside the yard. White Xiao saw the light through the window for a long time, see the figure shaking on the window, only at this time he can rest assured of drooling without worrying about being found.
That's not right. White Xiao condemned himself, the body turned the direction, against the wall to practice pronunciation.
He never thought it would be so difficult to turn ideas into words, and then to connect those words into a sentence with content.
But it's getting better.
At least for the first two days he could not pay attention to whether the stars were bright, whether the wind was cool, whether there were insects.
Everything is getting better.
White Xiao firm confidence.
Then the people in the room knocked on the window, white Xiao looked back, think about it, and then suddenly realized that it should be noisy to rest.
After all, no one wants to go to bed in the middle of the night with a zombie howling outside, not in a manic way, but in a low, constant, irritating way.
White Xiao stopped and continued to sit cross-legged, the candles in the house soon went out, and his heart was quiet at night, not so impetuous as during the day.
Light, sound, and fresh people will make zombies a little manic, and the night environment can make them stay in a silent place motionless, or wander slowly in the open space, chasing moonlight.
White Xiao felt that he could sit quietly all night, which should be something that some senior monks or taoists can do.
He put his hands together.
Buddha protects the zombie virus from degeneration.
In the morning, when the other side pushed the door and came out, he froze for a moment, his expression was difficult to say, and he looked at this side with an inquiring eye.
White Xiao deeply took a breath, trying not to see her, the morning air is really fresh, fresh so that people feel hungry.
Now that you don't have to worry about disturbing someone's sleep, keep practicing your voice.
White Xiao feel that the biggest difference between people and zombies, one is to maintain consciousness, the second is to establish communication, and the most effective way to prove the former is two: the most straightforward and simple communication.
He practiced speaking, calling back and forth, and the other side ignored him and went about his business with the tools. White Xiao from time to time to observe, in case the other party suddenly took a scalpel or other terrible things to start to do scientific research on him.
Communication is communication, of course, it is at least two people can be counted as communication, otherwise it can only be self-entertainment, he feels that if the other party talks more, it may be able to help him recover his language function, but he does not know how to let the other party understand.
Today's breakfast batter more cabbage, is chopped, the diversity of the diet let white Xiao feel satisfied, he looked at each other's bowl, the other party is eating the same thing.
See white Xiao see her bowl, the other side smiled and said a dont know what, white Xiao put down the bowl, with fingers to the mouth, and pointed to the ears.
The other person looked at him strangely and tried to say something more.
White Xiao efforts to distinguish each other's words, he is now basically sure that there is a problem with the language nerve, because the other party said he can probably understand, but it is difficult to understand, it is a very annoying feeling, the blood in his eyes and more, and then close your eyes and take a deep breath, do not know whether there is the possibility of recovery.
See him stunned, each other after a moment to continue to eat, white Xiao back to God, from the ground to find yesterday each other threw over the paper and pen, with fingers to point to.
The other side looked at his actions, thought for a while, took out a pen to write a few words over, white Xiao shook his head, and continued to point to the small book in her hands.
The other party thought, a little surprised to lift the small, white Xiao nodded, the other party hesitated, the small Ben thrown over.
White Xiao get small, happy want to roar. He remembered the report that one of the ways to strengthen the communication ability of some aphasia patients is to let patients read more newspapers and communicate with people, although there is no newspaper at the moment, but a small book with a lot of words is probably similar, and you can help rebuild the logical ability of words from a large number of words.
The other person took a new small notebook, carefully observed his movements, and from time to time held the pen to a little forehead, and then thought.
After a day of observation, she actually understood what the white Xiao was doing, went back to the house to move out a few books thrown in the past, see the white Xiao happy hissing, she was more sure of their own speculation, excited to go back to the house, this time with a little longer, and then took out a radio.
White Xiao happy stood up.
But she tinkered for a long time, the radio has no sound, white Xiao looked for a long time, not disappointed, the battery is almost rotten, there is no electricity, the radio is just a shell, impossible to make a sound.
How could there be electricity? White Xiao sat back, carefully open the book.
The other party also no longer tinker, gave up the idea of making the radio sound, looked at the appearance of white Xiao turning the book, suddenly smiled, put the radio back, and then picked up a hammer and saw, busy with their own things.
Until the evening, white Xiao did not see that she was doing a trap, saw one end of the steel pipe into a sharp, and then dug a pit on the side of the courtyard wall, put it in vertically, and then cover up the hole.
I don't know if it's against wandering zombies or against animals.
This visitor seemed to her to be a normal thing, and did not interfere with her original life, or had an impact but not much.
Bai Xiao likes people who are kind and hardworking.
One person a zombie, one in the house, one in the yard, very harmonious life like this for a few days.
Although white Xiao manic from time to time, looks scary, but the protective facilities are appropriate, the other side did not show what, until a few days later, one morning, white Xiao picked up their own bowl to eat, suddenly said, eat.
The other side was surprised to look up, looked at the white Xiao, and then looked at the bowl, put up a gesture, "eat."
'Eat!
White Xiao very happy, as if their children learn to speak for the first time, the first sound of communication when happy, but sad is that this person is his own.
Although the words are a little vague, but the other side obviously understood the word, the other side is also very happy, "eat!"
'Eat!
"Eat you." See white Xiao only said this word, she said a, head down to eat.
"Eat you." White Xiao said.
"Huh?" She looked up with wide eyes.
"You eat." White Xiao said.
"..."
"You can eat." White Xiao word by word, look at each other's appearance can not help but sigh, hold up the bowl said: "eat!"
"Fried you." She showed her teeth, smiled, shook her head, and bowed her head to eat.
After dinner, she did not hurry to clean up, but sat there, hands supported chin, staring at white Xiao.
In fact, she already knew that this zombie retained some ability to communicate, such as learning to sing, such as drawing on the ground, such as movement communication, and even reading books. It's just not clear if he retained the same consciousness he had before the infection, or if he came back to life after becoming a zombie.
She blinked and stared at the zombie.