Lazy people raise corpses in the last days

Chapter 20 Daily Life

The sunset is orange, lazily shining on the increasingly dilapidated city.

Maurice sat in Gorno's arms like a child, and except for Gorno's solid arms, he was hundreds of feet in the air.

He was not afraid, because he had established enough trust with Gorno that there was no danger in doing so.

Gorno climbed the tall building with one hand, jumped from time to time, his movements were quick and steady, and he brought his petite partner to a balcony with a wide view.

Sitting on the balcony, you can see the sea, and you can also see the sunset falling into the sea. The sunset in San Diego has always been beautiful, but it is a pity that only people like Morris can sit facing the sea and enjoy it peacefully.

After placing Maurice, Gorno went down the tall building again, and after a while, he brought a basket.

In the basket was red wine from a well-known winery, two cleaned and wiped glass goblets, a bouquet of delicate flowers, and several packs of wet wipes in blue packaging.

Gorno had already learned how to unpack the wet wipes, handed the piano case on his back to Maurice, and began to wipe the tables, chairs and balcony railings with wet wipes.

Maurice took out the violin, put the violin on his collarbone, and began to try to draw the bow.

When he was a child, before he became obsessed with ballet, he also practiced the violin. He liked it very much, but even Berson, who fully supported his hobby, could not say against his will that his son played the violin well.

I have neglected to practice for many years, and now it is even more out of tune, and the strings seem to be whining and weeping.

But Gorno didn't mind, like a listener who came here for the name, he was extremely intoxicated, quickly wiped the place that should be wiped, and sat down to look at Maurice intently, his eyes were full of sincere love.

This kind of attitude made Morris relax a lot when he knew that his piano skills were not good. His brows were lightly raised, and his lips were slightly curved. In the air, I sat down and opened a bottle of red wine for myself. I poured the wine into the glass and didn't drink it, just sniffing the aroma of the wine gently.

Gorno heard the sound of the violin falling to the ground and disintegrated, and looked at Maurice in bewilderment.

Although he is a zombie, the handsome Russian youth has returned. Now Gorno is wearing the clothes Morris picked out for him. His light-colored hair has been carefully cut, and he looks very energetic.The three-dimensional facial features, sometimes deep and innocent eyes like a child reflect a little light of the setting sun, warm and charming.

"Gorno..." Maurice called softly, stood up and walked over, lay on him, watched the sunset quietly, and spoke again after a while: "I like this kind of life, but it's like a dream, maybe Will wake up eventually."

Morris looked at the vast sea in the distance, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Actually think about it, the quality of life now is not as good as before - no fixed residence and maid responsible for cleaning, no convenient hot water, no delicious food and glamorous scenery, no movies, no entertainment. Dance to the music... But if this bad time lasts forever, I'm so good, at least, sometimes I think I'm happier than before... Why is that?"

Gorno can speak some simple sentences now, but perhaps the instinct of zombies is not to speak. Even if he has a complete vocal system, he still can't speak like a human.

However, he can already think, and can see the essence of things better than humans.

"Maurice... likes... being with me... doesn't like... being with complicated humans..." Gorno replied seriously.

"That's right." There was a trace of uneasiness in Morris's eyes, he hugged his shoulders, tightened his toes, and said, "Human beings are too complicated... It is obviously extremely difficult to understand each other, but you have to pretend or think you can see through it." Others, who have tried repeatedly throughout their lives to gain the approval of people who are completely different from themselves, are unwilling to admit it when they are disappointed, reluctantly but mistakenly think that they are together properly...use each other, hurt each other, and are unwilling to become isolated individuals."

Gorno laughed, hugged Maurice tightly, and said, "It's okay... Maurice doesn't need to understand me... I will catch... always... follow you."

"Thank you," Morris said sullenly after a long time, "but I've wanted to ask for a long time, why do you keep following me?"

The E-class zombie confidently stated that he didn't know either.

"Maybe it's instinct?" Gorno finally concluded that this is indeed the truth, but he has not yet known what kind of instinct it is.