On the day the communication was completely restored, the comrades in the martial arts squad were riding on different trains and embarking on their own way home. Lewen Novels |

Although we had contacted our home with military equipment in advance, the resources were tight and the time was short. Therefore, when the phone suddenly recovered the signal, the first reaction of all the friends who did not sacrifice their phone calls in the battle was to call their parents.

The signal on the bumpy railway tracks was very poor, and almost the entire train was dialing at the same time. When I finally heard my parents' voice, many trains had entered my hometown.

Hug, reunion, cry out of tears.

The same scene takes place at every different train station.

These families are lucky because there are still many families who can't wait for their wanderers.

That was the most unforgettable spring that Song Fei had spent in twenty years, or even in his life.

The rescue progress is broadcast on TV every day, and the post-disaster reconstruction is restored. He watched the mountains and rivers return to magnificence and the city returns to peace. Sometimes, before he knew it, his eyes were filled with tears.

This disaster that swept most of the world finally ended when early summer came.

When the last zombie was killed in Africa, the virus was finally under control. Although its source is still an unsolved mystery, people finally won themselves the time to study it and even completely defeat it.

At that time, most of the domestic post-disaster reconstruction had been completed.

After all, the infected person is still flesh and blood, and the damage caused to the city is much less than that of natural disasters and wars.

As the city gradually returns to its former appearance, people's hearts slowly heal, the streets and alleys are becoming more lively and bustling day by day, and life is gradually back on track.

After all the sixteen friends finally got hooked up, I finally found that all the members could go online together in one day. It was July and the Great Heat.

Beijing time, at 8:57 am, the sun is in full swing.

Song Fei sat in front of the newly purchased all-in-one machine, skillfully operated the mouse, and with the grand attitude of a class leader, he clicked on the group of martial arts students who had finally gathered together last month.

Finally, the time in the lower right corner of the computer turned into nine o'clock. Song Fei decisively clicked and launched a multi-person video.

Two minutes later, all the friends' faces appeared on the screen. One square next to another. Fortunately, Song Fei's screen was big enough to see who was who.

"hello……"

"I'll go, these dense heads..."

“Good morning…”

"I miss you so much!"

"Don't come and be fine."

"Zhao He, you block the curtains, your head is too reflective..."

"Is anyone listening to me?"

"Why ask what you eat?"

"I should change to a large-screen phone..."

More than a dozen friends spoke together, and the scene was quite spectacular, with the sound coming towards the demon sound, which made Song Fei's head almost explode-

"Shut up!"

The world is instantly quiet.

a long time.

All the friends heard a strange and obviously aged calm voice-

"Your squad leader is very deterrent, good."

If it was quiet just now, it was dead silent now.

Whether the friends in the martial arts class were facing the computer, holding tablets, or holding mobile phones, they didn't move, just looking for more than a dozen video frames with their eyes...

Soon, the scream of classmate Qiao came from the video—

"dad?!"

Friends, you are not sure you will be peeped at the screen!!!

With accurate positioning, the friends finally saw the middle-aged man in the video frame of Qiao Siqi.

Dad Qiao is completely different from his son who is a lazy son. Although he only showed one face, his eyebrows are extraordinary and he has the style of a Confucian businessman. If he dresses up young, he will definitely be a charming uncle who can charm countless girls.

However, the friends in the martial arts class are not fans after all.

No matter how handsome Dad Qiao is, he is still a father. It's like having an appointment to play at a classmate's house where his parents are bound to be no longer at home. A group of friends came here happily, kicking the door casually, shouting, Erfei, we are here. As soon as the door opened, it was the smiling face of a kind father.

This is very embarrassing.

"Well, that, aren't you going to the company?" Faced with the subtle expressions of his comrades, Qiao Siqi could only bite the bullet and "communicate" with his own father.

"No hurry," Qiao's father was amiable, "I also want to know you and other classmates."

Qiao Siqi almost blurted out, "They don't want to know you." However, he was still a little afraid of his father, so he could only introduce all his comrades one by one.

"This is Song Fei..."

"Hello uncle."

"This is Qi Yan."

"Hello uncle."

“Of course on Monday…”

"Hello uncle."

“…”

Fifteen friends were obediently aiming at **, and even those who were lying were getting up and sitting upright, as dignified as a bride waiting for the Qiao family to review.

Finally the introduction was completed, Qiao Siqi sighed and looked at his father with great relief.

Father Qiao looked back quietly, his eyes simple and innocent.

Qiao Siqi was desperate and took the initiative, half complaining and half discussing, saying: "You are sitting here, how can we talk..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao's father flashed out of the video frame.

Then all the friends didn't see anyone but heard the sound: "It's OK now. If you talk to you, just pretend I don't exist."

After a long and quiet minute.

Qiao Siqi: "Uh, you guys are fine these days."

Song Fei: "Oh, it's pretty good."

Zhou Yilu: "Where are you?"

Qiao Siqi: "It's pretty good too."

Luo Geng: "I don't know when the school will start."

Qi Yan: "It's almost done."

Zhao He: "I'm really looking forward to it."

Feng Qibai: "Yes, I don't know how the students are doing, I miss them very much..."

He Zhi asked: "Cough cough..."

Li Jingyu: "Xiao He, are you okay?"

He Zhi asked: "No, no, I'm pretty good, haha."

Mavison: "How many times have you said, eat slowly, don't always worry us."

He Zhi asked: "..."

Huang Mo: "Will you take the make-up exam after the school meeting?"

Lin Dilee: "No notification."

Fu Xiyuan: "Whether we can do it or not, we should all learn."

Wu Zhou: "Yes, you can't waste all your great time on fun."

Kuang Ye: "...You guys are okay now?"

All comrades: "Jo Siqi asked this."

Kuang Ye: "Then you have to leave me a healthy and upward topic!"

I don’t know if I saw the flowers in the motherland working too hard, Dad Qiao finally opened his mouth and left the room.

Before leaving, he went back to the front of ** and said goodbye to his friends: "It's great to know you, you are all good kids."

Fifteen friends smiled and waved to say goodbye to uncle, every video frame is in.

As the door of Qiao's bedroom was closed from outside, everyone collapsed completely, even more tired than beating a wave of zombies.

"You know how hard I have worked," Qiao Siqi covered her chest. "The most terrible thing in the world is not that you have a generation gap with your father, but that your father insists on being friends with you!"

Wu Zhou brought out the red sausage and gawas again, and ate it with a sip of the sausage. "Don't be in the blessings of blessings, so many people who are so enlightened cannot ask for it."

Kuang Ye: "That's right, it's so good to be friends, be equal and respect each other, and convince people with reason."

Qiao Siqi: "When you want to mess with your words, you are a friend, and when you beat you up, you are a father, you want to give it to you."
To be continued...