After all the hard talk, He Min was finally sent away. As the last car lights faded away, Zhang Youzhi's world returned to black.

It was too late, even the lanterns on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were turned off.

After walking to the stone bridge, Zhang Youzhi picked up a room key that He Min gave her, and used all his strength to carve a few words on the edge of the bridge where the two used to blow lighters and eat egg yolk pie.

"I am terminally ill and my time is short. I should do my best to live a good life."

The key was then thrown into the Hejiang River under the bridge.

Zhang Youzhi climbed down from the bridge hole, packed up his equipment, found a rope, rolled everything into the quilt given by He Min, tied it into three horizontal bundles and carried it on his back, and then climbed up.

Run away, you must run away.

Don't add cause and effect unless necessary.

After this back and forth, the sky was already dark again.

Zhang Youzhi carried all his family property on his back and continued to move forward facing the dawn.

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Countdown to life.

10 days.

Zhang Youzhi's physical condition deteriorated again, and he was forced to stop his meaningless wandering and find a place to live in poverty for the second time.

This time it was an abandoned garbage recycling site. There was a tent that looked pretty good inside. Zhang Youzhi repaired it and lived in it.

He didn't spend any of the more than a thousand yuan he had left, and kept it all in his bag for emergencies. In fact, Zhang Youzhi didn't know if he had any so-called emergencies that he could use.

It was obviously the beginning of July, and the weather in Hecheng had another cold wave. This was unprecedented. After a heavy rain, the temperature in Hecheng had already dropped to more than ten degrees. The north wind mixed with the Siberian cold wave made him

As cold as a grandson.

The clothes He Min received were only a thin shirt and trousers. They were of little use, but the quilt in his hand saved his life.

It was already July, and he really didn't expect it to be so cold in Hecheng.

Maybe because of his luck, he picked up a relatively complete military coat. He didn't bother to wash it, shook off the dust and put it on himself.

My legs and feet were still cold, but there was nothing I could do.

This nondescript summer, if it were in the past, Zhang Youzhi would have been very happy. Generally speaking, the small company he joined would give him a day or half a day off on such days.

In fact, compared to the hard needs of eating, sleeping and keeping warm, Zhang Youzhi's biggest "enemy" is the ubiquitous well-wishers. As a result, Zhang Youzhi's route of action became more and more remote.

Without a map navigation light, he couldn't tell his own location. He couldn't even be sure whether he was still within the city limits of Hecheng.

In addition, there was a lame gray cat living in Zhang Youzhi's tent. Half of the kitten's right front paw had rotted away. It looked like it had just been weaned, but the female cat could not be found.

He found this cat in a tire shell. It was hiding very well and was very obedient inside.

Zhang Youzhi put it in the pocket of his military coat and took it back. After disinfecting and bandaging the little gray cat, Zhang Youzhi finally had a temporary companion.

In fact, he knew that this cat might not survive him.

The infection was so serious that when he used liquor to disinfect it, he saw the kitten biting and struggling in pain. Zhang Youzhi held it down and barely completed the disinfection work. The bandaging was also half-baked, and he did not have qualified gauze or iodine in his hands.

What's more, this gray kitten was so hungry that he was reduced to skin and bones.

Considering the tradition of naming according to coat color, Zhang Youzhi named the little gray cat - Gray Kitten!

"Xiao Hui, try to live a few more days, let's go together." Zhang Youzhi touched the cat's head, and the gray kitten shrank in fear.

During the previous disinfection, it really caused pain and psychological trauma to the cat.

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Countdown to life.

9 days.

Zhang Youzhi felt that he was in good condition today. He went out to find a piece of tape, repaired the damaged areas of the tent to prevent leakage, and bought some ham sausages to improve the food.

"If I had known that the dog food bought by Yuyu was taken away, there would be no use for her to keep it. Maybe the cat likes to eat it."

Zhang Youzhi looked at the gray kitten biting the sausage and sighed secretly.

Like Zhang Youzhi, the gray kitten was in good condition. It was already limping around in the tent and was no longer afraid of him. Zhang Youzhi didn't let it out of the tent because the living environment outside was too harsh, so he kept it closed for now.

It looked like this cat might outlive me.

"It's also a good thing to live a few more days."

But when he dies, it becomes a stray cat again.

Zhang Youzhi was not idle today and found a temporary coffin for himself - an abandoned cement pipe with a diameter of one meter.

The storage location of the body had always been an important issue for him.

Cool, ventilated, waterproof, antiseptic, and won't stink.

Isn't this better than a wooden coffin?

Zhang Youzhi found some hay to cover the cement pipe with a sense of ceremony, so that it would not be stiff when he lay down. He also put a small black flag on it to make it easier for the staff collecting the body to find him. Finally, he also hung hangings on both sides of the cement pipe.

Two straw curtains were put up to block the view, so as to prevent the unexpected intruder from discovering his body.

After doing all this, it rained again, and Zhang Youzhi was forced to go back to the tent, holding the gray kitten and writing his suicide note.

Talking about the suicide note, it is actually to explain the follow-up treatment of the gray cat to Baishi Company.

Just as Zhang Youzhi was hiding in the tent holding his kitten, a rickety homeless man walked in from outside the recycling yard along the corner carrying a mineral water bottle sack.

The homeless man casually hung the tattered rain hat on his head on the iron fence, then walked around the tattered tent with ease, placed the bag in the open space in the distance, and finally walked straight to the half-remaining iron rain shield.

Inside the shed.

The layout of the recycling yard is mostly open space in the courtyard. Zhang Youzhi’s tent lives in a remote part of the open space, and part of it is a half-collapsed iron awning.

Considering the risk of the awning collapsing, Zhang Youzhi did not move the tent over but continued to live in the open air.

As he passed the rotten tent, the homeless man let out a light sigh.

Why does it feel like this shabby tent he abandoned has become more angular? It seems to have been repaired a lot.

It was too cold and he had to return to his place quickly.

Zhang Youzhi fell asleep deeply in the tent. The gray kitten next to him heard the movement outside the tent and meowed twice. Unfortunately, it neither woke up Zhang Youzhi nor let anyone outside hear it.

The inside of the tin awning was filled with scattered tires, some of which were neatly arranged into a tire wall. It was this tire wall that covered the discarded thick mattress. You wouldn't have noticed it unless you walked over and took a closer look.

No.

The mattress is from Simmons, it is very old, large, and very clean.

Discarded tires were stacked into a tripod, and the mattress was squeezed into the wall to form an independent small bedroom.

The homeless man put his soaked clothes on the tires to dry, turned on the socket next to the mattress, and plugged in the small electric blanket on the mattress.

There were several neatly folded quilts on the mattress, and a large plastic basin was stuffed in the middle of a tire on the side. There were many empty boxes of shampoo in the plastic basin.

Obviously pick up one bottle and use one bottle.

The homeless man took off his muddy shoes and put on a pair of clean slippers. He picked up the folded towel next to him, shook it out, dipped some water in a bucket, and began to wipe his body.

His beard and eyebrows are very long, and his hair is also very long, but it doesn't look messy. Obviously, the piles of empty shampoo bottles have effectively maintained his image.

It's just that he looks very old, in his forties or fifties. But his energy is much better than that of Zhang Youzhi, who is in his twenties, and his eyes are bright and clear.

After cleaning up, he boiled a pot of water for himself with an electric kettle, tore open a pack of instant noodles and ate it voraciously. After eating, he looked at the remaining noodle soup in the bowl, as if he suddenly remembered something, and got up and looked around for it.

Find out.

"Where's my cat?" the homeless man wondered.

He knew that the lame cat would not live long, but he did not want the cat to disappear after being out for two days.

Let the mouse carry it away?

The homeless man simply returned to the "bedroom", lay down on the mattress and fell asleep.

For a moment, a thunderous snoring sounded, but it was buried by the sound of falling raindrops.


Chapter completed!