Countdown to life.

8 days.

It started raining yesterday afternoon and didn't stop until the next morning. Zhang Youzhi also felt sleepy until the next morning.

He was completely unable to get up in the tent.

Zhang Youzhi wanted to eat some hot rice. He had never been so eager for hot rice. He touched his forehead and it was very hot.

Obviously after this, the immune system in the body is still trying to save the host.

It's a pity that Zhang Youzhi showed off too thoroughly.

The gray kitten beside him had woken up long ago and was biting into the ham wrapper with his teeth. He was obviously very hungry.

Seeing that Zhang Youzhi had woken up, the gray kitten came to him with a ham sausage hanging on it, and kept stepping on the quilt with its unbandaged paws to tell Zhang Youzhi to get up.

Hurry up and cook for the cat son!

Zhang Youzhi sat up with great effort. First he tore a piece of bread for himself, then bit open the ham sausage package with his teeth. Finally, he poured some mineral water into a broken bowl and saw the gray kitten jumping over to suck it.

Then he drank some cold water from the bottle.

Zhang Youzhi was not sure whether he could still stand up. He opened the zipper of the tent and saw the sparkling world outside.

"How much it rained, my God." Zhang Youzhi murmured to himself.

A ray of sunshine shone on him, but the weather had not warmed up yet. Zhang Youzhi put on his clothes and climbed out of the tent. Fortunately, the nearby terrain was higher and the area near the tent was not flooded.

But there is water all around.

Zhang Youzhi held the tire and stood up little by little.

He was very weak and desperately wanted to find some hot food.

The ground covered with bluestones in the recycling yard has now turned into clusters of small crystal lakes. Each small lake is only about one meter in diameter, showing thrilling colors under the sunlight.

The white clouds in the sky are reflected in the lake, and they also reflect the young man's figure.

Zhang Youzhi picked up the bluestones without puddles and stepped on them. The lakes just squeezed out a winding path for him, pointing to the broken rain shelter in the distance.

Zhang Youzhi walked along the edge of the lake and accidentally discovered an unfamiliar plastic bag of instant noodles.

There was still some instant noodle soup base left in the instant noodle bag, but after being rained all night, only oil droplets floating on it could be seen.

"Where did the instant noodles come from?" Zhang Youzhi was puzzled.

He quickly walked around behind the tire wall. He had never been here before, but now he suddenly discovered this warm little world:

A huge Simmons mattress was spread on the floor. There was a layer of waterproof plastic paper underneath the mattress, and there were neat bricks underneath, about as high as the ankles. On top of it were several layers of wooden boards, and finally the mattress itself.

This is a bed!

There was a mat the size of a single bed on top of the mattress, but it had been rolled down. There were three quilts neatly stacked on the bed. The quilts were also covered with a layer of plastic paper and pressed with smooth pebbles.

On the side of the bed, that is, the side next to the tire, there were densely packed books sandwiched between the tire gaps. There were everything. Zhang Youzhi saw teaching aids from middle schools and hairdressing magazines from barber shops.

There were gel pens without ink stuffed into the gaps in the tires. Zhang Youzhi quickly understood why there was no ink in them.

On the white wall inside, there are densely written small letters that make one’s scalp tingle.

"Is there anyone living here?" Zhang Youzhi said to himself.

He looked closely at the text on the wall. The writing was very beautiful, but he was obviously not from a major. He should have figured it out by himself. Most of the content was excerpted verses, and a small part was some inexplicable paragraphs, as if they were taken from prose.

The bone marrow extracted from the body was imprinted on the wall without any logic.

Zhang Youzhi seems to be lying on this bed.

He really wanted to make this place his own.

Zhang Youzhi finally realized that the tent was still intact but no one was using it. It turned out that there was an owner here! He had a better place.

The only complete iron shed just covers this area. It may be a little cold in winter, but other than that, Zhang Youzhi can't think of any shortcomings in this place.

The place even has an outlet extending from who knows where.

Looking back again, Zhang Youzhi discovered the plastic basin placed in the tire, which contained a large number of toiletries neatly. He saw several strips of toothpaste that had been squeezed out.

He hasn't brushed his teeth for five days.

Without exception, the top of this basin was also covered with a layer of plastic sheeting, with a few clearly carefully selected pebbles pressed on top.

The plastic sheet is used to prevent dust, and the pebbles are used to prevent wind.

"This person lives a very exquisite life." Zhang Youzhi praised.

But he soon stopped sighing. At this time, his eyes were attracted by an electric kettle and several bags of instant noodles placed next to it.

Damn it, there are instant noodles!

There is a plastic bucket next to it. If nothing else, it should be clean drinking water.

With a grunt, Zhang Youzhi swallowed.

He didn't know where he got the strength, and quickly returned to the tent, took out the remaining one thousand yuan, thought about it, and took the cat out again.

Zhang Youzhi returned to the iron shed and gently placed the cat on the ground.

The gray kitten was seen limping, but it was quite dexterous and quickly jumped over the tires, jumped on top of the oversized mattress, and then nestled in one of the tires.

There is a seat cushion in the tire, which is obviously a cat's nest.

Yes, cats also have owners.

He has never owned anything.

Zhang Youzhi laughed at himself, took out two hundred-yuan notes, put them under the quilt and pressed a corner. He poured some drinking water into the pot and burned the electric kettle.

Two hundred yuan for two packs of instant noodles is not a loss for the owner here.

"Don't blame me, eat your two bags of instant noodles," Zhang Youzhi prayed with his hands clasped together.

"It smells so good. It's no wonder that prisoners on death row are given rice before their heads are cut off."

Just when Zhang Youzhi was holding instant noodles and eating Haisai, the real owner came back.

The homeless man obviously noticed what was going on here.

"What is that man doing?" The homeless man ran over from the gate in three steps and two steps, trampling the lake on the road to pieces.

"Uncle." Zhang Youzhi raised his face from the bowl and smiled cheekily at the homeless man.

"I was so hungry that I ate two bags of instant noodles and paid for them."

The homeless man obviously didn't believe it.

He didn't think that this thin, unshaven young man was just here to eat.

They are obviously colleagues, here to grab territory!

"Hold your face and leave quickly, this is my place." The homeless man said without hesitation.

"I..." Zhang Youzhi wanted to say something.

"You are not welcome here." The homeless man looked at the somewhat messy "kitchen area." He was very annoyed. There were instant noodle dregs everywhere, and his tone became more serious.

While making instant noodles, Zhang Youzhi was exhausted and fell down, but the man in front of him didn't know that.

Zhang Youzhi weakly pointed to the tent.

"I will stay here for one more day and leave tomorrow." The weather will warm up tomorrow and he can set off again. Although there is sunshine today, the temperature will not rise at all and the whole world is full of water.

"That tent belongs to me too. I told you to get out of here and get out of here." The homeless man's tone became colder and colder, and he even seemed to be about to take action.

He just saw that the pebbles he pressed with plastic paper were scattered all over the floor. They were all his beloved stones, and he was even more angry.

In fact, Zhang Youzhi fell down and hit the stone before he could put it in its original position.

"Oh, okay, I'm leaving, I'm leaving now."

Zhang Youzhi's forced smile disappeared, and he just stood up numbly, holding his own instant noodles, crushing the already turbid rain again, and walked towards the tent.

He has to get his bag and quilt.

The homeless man also noticed the two hundred dollars under the pillow at this time, and his tone softened a little.

"You can stay one more day, but you have to leave the next day."

"No, I'll get my things and leave." Zhang Youzhi climbed into the tent, put the bread, biscuits and drinking water back into his bag, took off his military coat and put it into the tent.

No wonder you can see a complete military coat, it probably belongs to someone else.

That's it, no wonder there are so many useful things here.

Zhang Youzhi tied up the quilt, put it on his back, carried his bag on his chest, and walked out slowly with his head lowered.

The homeless man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him gone.

He really didn't want strangers to come and snatch his place, even if he wanted to stay there.

"Meow?"

"Ah, Mimi." The homeless man heard the familiar cat's meow and looked back in surprise, only to find that the cat's meow was coming from the tent.

A homeless man found a bandaged little gray cat in a tent.

The cat's vitality is obviously very tenacious, and its energy is many times higher than before Zhang Youzhi came a few days ago.

Apparently Zhang Youzhi's risky bandaging operation with alcohol disinfection was successful.

"Mimi, are you okay? Did that person treat you just now?" The homeless man, still holding two hundred dollars in his hand, suddenly regretted it and hurriedly chased him out.

The person has long since disappeared.

Outside the scrap recycling yard, the fresh cool breeze after the rain suddenly poured in, leaving only the rustling of the leaves.


Chapter completed!