Rise 9th arrondissement.
After the sudden catastrophe, the land was devastated, all kinds of mutated food were scarce, the living environment was harsh, the era was completely destroyed, and civilization was gone.
In the anarchical zone to be planned 300 kilometers to the left of the ninth district, a 23-year-old young man walked quickly with his head bowed in a ring on an unnamed street, the street was dilapidated and ugly, and the underground sewage system was completely paralyzed many years ago. The simple outdoor toilets emitted a foul smell and were connected to the rows of shops, and the whole area was rarely lit, and a group of people could be seen standing together on the side of the road from time to time, but there were more women and fewer men.
The young man who walked quickly and did not squint was named Qin Yu, who was one meter and eighty-two meters tall, and was physically strong and unemployed today, ready to buy an official resident status of the Ninth Special District to complete the first step of his plan.
Qin Yu originally looked good, the fifth official was a sunny handsome man, but now he is dressed a little sloppy, his beard is not shaved, slightly longer hair is stuck together, and his clothes look full of oil stains, stains, in short, it is very inconspicuous in the crowd, walking forward quickly, Qin Yu looked up at the intersection and prepared to return to the residence from the left.
Little brother, little brother A crisp shout sounded, a woman wearing a washed somewhat white dress wrapped in a coat gently pulled Qin Yu on the side of the road, Qin Yu was stunned and looked back at what he was doing, thirty yuan. The woman raised three slender fingers, looked back at the dilapidated store behind her, and whispered: Let's go there, hehe can't play. Qin Yu smiled and continued to walk, waiting.
The woman stretched out her hand and pulled Qin Yu again, twenty-five, twenty-five lines? Qin Yu looked back at the woman, paused for a long time and continued to shake his head: I have no money, I didn't fancy me. There are still people in the house who really have no money. Qin Yu flicked his arm: You let me go, I'm in a hurry to go home. The woman bit her red lips, her small hand tightly grasped Qin Yu, and she was silent for a long time before she personally replenished two bowls of rice, but I had to use my bowl.
Qin Yu frowned and said no, get away. The woman still did not let go and looked back at the store, and a group of seven or eight-year-old children next to her said: I have three children, and if there is no business tonight, I can't support them.
Little brother, you can do well, you can help me one bowl of rice at a time, I will kneel for you. Qin Yu looked at the woman and said indifferently: The world has become like this, how many years, in such an environment, what do you give birth to without the ability to live? The woman was stunned, Qin Yu threw away his arm, and continued to move forward with his clothes in his arms. After standing in place for a long time, the woman quickly ran back to the store. 18 said breathlessly: That man has him. When I dragged him, I saw what was in his arms.
About half an hour later, Qin Yu returned to a dilapidated six-story building and walked down the old and dusty steps into his fifth-story home. This building is only inhabited by Qin Yu and his friend Xiaozhuang, and many of the outer walls have collapsed, and it is a dangerous building on the verge of demolition before it is shelved. But in this day and age, the meaning of home is limited to where you are, and has nothing to do with where you live.
Qin Yu chose this place because it has no electric light and no water source, so he does not need to bear any expensive living expenses. The interior of the house is simple, one bed and two broken cabinets, without any entertainment facilities. The only military fan magazine that has been turned over, the circulation time on it is still 20.
In 19 years, after entering the house, Qin Yu took off his dirty coat, took out a polished and shiny canvas bag from his arms, carefully came to the bed to pick up a broken bowl, and began to pour out tempting white rice from the inside, and opened his mouth to shout: Is Xiaozhuang rice ready? I haven't just come back yet. After someone in the back room responded, a young man similar in age to Qin Yu came out, with dark skin and a resolute face.
