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The West District of Shanghai, on the bank of the Pujiang River, a little further to the south, was once one of the top prosperous areas in Shanghai. Countless modern buildings lined both sides of the streets. The population was concentrated, and every inch of land was valuable; now, The cold and desolate buildings in the sky are in ruins, tilted and toppled, and there are countless broken walls and cracked walls. In the deep dim light, their figures are looming, creating a scene of desolate and desolate ruins.
Soon, among the ruins, where the dim light fell, many short and thin figures gradually appeared. They crawled through a crack and hole from one side of the collapsed building and groped their way to the other side. Then it disappeared into the "jungle" of steel bars and concrete.
Further away, there was a viaduct that had been broken into several sections. Flattened, crushed, and crashed cars were piled up in the broken gap. Those people who had just disappeared appeared here one after another after a while, holding hands in their hands. With a variety of tools, he lay on the ruins, prying open large chunks of cement, and digging through hard objects, trying to break down the scrapped cars, especially their trunks and mailboxes, with a focus on cleaning them. Object.
"Look what I found!?" A young man, about ten years old, with a dark face, rushed down from the rubble, waving a glass bottle in his hand, shouting with excitement.
The children below immediately gathered around. One of the older children with a big head spit into the palm of his hand and wiped off the thick dust on the bottle, revealing a blue cover paper that had turned yellow. With his little hands that were red from the cold, he pointed to the first word and began to read with difficulty: "Ocean, ocean, river, yes, river, what, color, what, what"
A group of children suddenly burst into laughter and shouted: "Big head, what the hell? I can't understand a word, so let the scholar recognize it."
The big kid, whose head was really bigger than the others, touched the dirty hair on his big head awkwardly and defended: "This must be a bottle of wine. I saw it when I was a child, and there was a cardboard box too!"
"Big head, just brag. I saw the sun when I was a kid. Haha, who still remembers what happened eight hundred years ago? How old are you!" A man in rags and dirty clothes said The child, who looked like a clay figurine, had a white cold breath coming out of his mouth, and opened his cracked mouth to speak.
"If you don't believe me, pull me down!" The big-headed kid seemed to be really angry. He eagerly grabbed a little girl wearing an adult's cotton coat who had just been called over, and said, "Xiucai, please read it to everyone, what is written on this , is it wine?¡±
The little girl's lips were a little purple from the cold. From the cut cuffs, she stretched out a pair of small hands covered with chilblains and swollen like steamed buns, and took the bottle. I don't know if the bottle was too heavy, but she almost lost her grip. It fell to the ground, and the child who found the bottle was so surprised that he felt heartbroken.
"Ocean, river, blue - blue, color, classic - classic, classic." The girl read carefully word by word, in completely standard Mandarin, without any accent from the northern Lu region.
"Yanghe Blue Classic? What is it? Has anyone heard of it?" The owner's child looked at the children expectantly, but saw that they all looked confused and confused.
¡°Look at the small print, look at the small print!¡± The big head pointed at the small print below and said eagerly.
" winery shares company" The girl obediently followed the fingers of the big head and continued to read seriously.
¡°Look, did you hear that? It¡¯s a bar. I don¡¯t care, it¡¯s the word drink anyway!¡± The big head immediately jumped up and shouted happily, like a victorious rooster.
¡°Then, how much daddy is that worth?¡± The clay-figure-like child swallowed, looked at the bottle longingly, and stammered.
"If you ask me, it will take at least a big car!" A child said with his hand.
"You know daddy, this can be exchanged for at least two, not three, delicious fruits!"
"You are a bunch of brats, of course you have to give this good thing to the leader. Maybe when he is happy, he will let you become an awakened warrior, and then you will have everything!"
"Wow, how old are you? You are the youngest among us, and you are a brat all day long!"
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A group of children were immersed in the dream of getting rich. Suddenly they heard another cry of surprise from the top of the ruins: "Come and see, there's more!"
The child held up a red paper box and waved it excitedly.
The children hurriedly climbed up the pile of rubble, as if they had discovered some treasure. They opened their black mouths and pulled hard to clean up.
There are more and more things that they may have seen before when they were very young, but have long forgotten them.bsp; "Even if you are the crown prince, you must always be aware of death. Get up! Keep running!"
The child gritted his teeth, tried hard to hold up his body, and tried to get up, but fell back to the ground stiffly, with his mouth full of ice and snow.
The man holding the stick still whipped his thin body mercilessly and shouted:
"As a person who has lost his home, lost his hometown, and is wandering everywhere, with such an identity, what qualifications do you have to lie on the ground and not stand up! You have lost everything, and you only have this body to rely on. With the courage to die, Work hard to hone it, Heiichiro, stand up!"
The child trembled, as if he had been greatly stimulated. He roared immaturely, jumped up from the ground desperately, and ran towards the snow like crazy.
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In another corner of the wilderness, a group of the same number of teenage children were arranged in two rows facing each other, holding wooden swords in their hands, and fought fiercely with each other until they hit each other.
A little further away, more than a hundred sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boys were put on armor, holding real Japanese swords in both hands, and were arranged in three rows. Opposite them, fifty meters away, was a bug-stricken boy. A small living tentacle monster half-locked by ligaments and other objects.
A man in a white robe pulled out a long knife and said sternly: "xiucigeiki!"
"Come together!" More than a hundred teenagers agreed in unison, holding up long Japanese swords and rushing towards the living small tentacle monster!
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After Chu Yunsheng was wrapped in the tree trunk, he gradually lost all consciousness, as if he was in a dream.
¡°I don¡¯t know where this is, where it is, and how long has passed? It was as if the whole world was isolated from him, and he couldn't feel the slightest movement outside. Vision, touch, taste, smell, hearing, and even Ming's unique insect sense and the fourth-dimensional tentacles of his three-dimensional genius, all They all disappeared!
This is a world where he can't distinguish between big and small, high and low, far and near, and even has no color. If he didn't have the coherence of his thinking, even time would be blurred.
After a long, long time, he seemed to "see" a small black vortex above him, spinning constantly, like a black hole that could not be seen through.
Gradually, more inexplicable "things" were sucked in by the vortex, but there were too few. As soon as they came in, they disappeared into the infinite.
But at the same time, he suddenly felt that something was recovering.
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