Going further, there is a cylindrical glass water tank standing outside every gourmet restaurant. The water inside is turbid, showing a light gray-brown color.
The small sign hanging on the wall said, "You can drink fresh water directly, and the currency for a cup is five."
The price of water is not cheap, it is high compared to the price of drinking water in the Tower of Babel.
In addition, the water quality in the glass tank does not seem to be directly drinkable, it is very turbid. Smart water purifiers are very popular in this city, and advertisements are posted in the streets and alleys.
But the upper city is close to the sea.
Walking through the street to the end, several large shopping malls were blocked, the honeycomb iron nets were pulled down, and they were blocked tightly, and there was no business.
There are similar malicious intentions in all directions, and every time they walk a certain distance, there will be more pairs of eyes staring at them.
Tang Rou felt it with an expressionless face and shook her head at the jellyfish, "Let's get out of here first."
She was hungry, ravenous, and needed to eat.
The desire for food was raging inside her body, making her eyes start to turn black.
Tang Rou needs to eat, but she doesn't know what she should eat.
Because once she thought of the food she usually ate, even her favorite hot pot couldn't arouse her appetite, but she was eager to satisfy her hunger. It was so strange.
She looked solemn as she walked, then suddenly stopped and looked ahead expressionlessly.
There is a small figure at the exit of the snack street.
The other party was dressed in rags, his eyes were red from crying, and he looked very pitiful.
He was curled up, very thin, his skin was yellow, and he looked malnourished.
He shouted to her softly, "Sister, I'm lost, can you take me home?"
a child.
Tang Rou looked around slowly.
Feeling difficult to breathe.
"My home is not far away."
"elder sister……"
The little boy walked toward them while crying.
The small hand stretched forward.
Tang Rou lowered her eyes and looked at him quietly.
"Sister, help me."
"So hungry."
Probably because she didn't seem to have a friendly attitude, and children are very sensitive to emotions, so she turned around to find the quiet young man behind her, crying and extending her hand.
"elder brother."
At this moment, Tang Rou, who had been motionless, suddenly took a step forward and raised her hand to block the young man.
He frowned and said, "Don't touch him."
The little boy stopped suddenly.
Eyes red from crying looked at her for no apparent reason. After Tang Rou's expression calmed down, he stopped crying and became more cautious.
This is a child who knows how to listen to words and emotions, and he seems to be completely without the innocence and ignorance of children of the same age.
Tang Rou felt a chill in her heart, but it didn't show on her face at all. She raised her hand to gather the loose ribbons into the palm of her hand.
He turned around and gently touched Yue's silver-white hair that was wet with moisture.
"It's okay, don't be nervous."
The little boy will never know how close he was to death.
This bait still wanted to have the best effect, so he asked cautiously, "Sister, can you take me home?"
"Do you know where your home is?"
The boy nodded, "I know, it's not far away..."
"Then why can't you go home by yourself?"
Tang Rou interrupted him directly and asked calmly.
Logically speaking, no one can refuse such a young child who cries so pitifully.
It is estimated that the little boy himself has never encountered this, so after being stuck for a few seconds, he said slowly, "I'm going home alone, and I'm a little scared."
"Yeah." Tang Rou nodded.
This is a very child-friendly reason.
"where is your family?"
"My mother is busy and has guests, so she can't pick me up."
"What about your dad?"
The child's eyes suddenly darkened, revealing a darkness that was not suitable for a child of this age.
That look was fleeting, like an illusion.
Then, he softly said, "My father has passed away many years ago."
Tang Rou knelt down, looked directly into his eyes, and repeated his words.
"Your father has passed away."
"Yes." The little boy nodded.
"Where is your mother? There are guests at home now, and she is entertaining the guests, so she can't come out to pick you up?"
The little boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"What kind of guests are they? Relatives, friends, or people from work?"
The other party froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't know either."
Tang Rou felt some hatred.
She crossed the topic and asked some basic questions, which the young boy could always answer with consistent logic and answers.
It doesn't sound like there's any problem.
Tang Rou stood up straight and showed him the gentle mask-like smile she always wore on her face, "Okay, where is your home? I'll take you back."
After speaking, stand up straight.
No one can resist a gentle smile, and children are no exception.
The other party raised her moist eyes, and stretched out her small palm, wanting to hold her hand, but this beautiful elder sister's hand was grabbed by the young man who had been quiet and silent behind her first, and was clasped tightly in her palm.
The boy was stunned.
His eyes fell on the two overlapping hands, and he could no longer look away.
The eldest brother's hands are whiter than his sister's.
They were delicate, white, slender, clean, beautiful hands that he had never seen before.
The boy raised his eyes and subconsciously looked at the brother's face.
Startled.
He couldn't even adjust his expression right away, he was obviously surprised.
This is the only sincere expression this child has shown so far, and it is also the expression with the most ups and downs of emotions.
Natural reaction and disguise are really clear at a glance.
Tang Rou still smiled, held hands with Yue, and truly stepped into this city.
cityofgod, city of God.
It is not desolate, its buildings are very tall, and the tops of the buildings tower into the clouds.
But at the same time, the alternation between the new and the old is also very obvious.
The dilapidated residential areas look miserable, with shantytowns intersecting one another and narrow alleys. It can be seen that this city was once glorious and how it has failed now.
Shanty houses are piled up under a concrete forest made of steel and iron frames, visually clashing like an abstract painting.
All the way to the slums where the children lived, I didn't see a single person.
The city seemed to be in some kind of emergency, all the shops were closed, and even the guard booths were empty.
Tang Rou showed the curiosity that an outsider should have at the right time and asked the only aboriginal present, "Why is there no one on the street? Why are all these shops closed?"
"Because there is a sacrifice tomorrow."
The child answered without raising his head.
"Sacrifice?"
"Yes."
There was a hint of liveliness in his voice.
"There will be a sacrifice tomorrow, sister, you might see the sea."
There's weirdness everywhere.
But no matter how many questions he asked, the little boy didn't say anything.
He raised his head and looked at her innocently, his expression was carefully adjusted, and he could tell at a glance that he was at a loss that he had practiced many times.
She shook her head at Tang Rou, "I don't know, sister, these are things that adults are busy with, I'm just a child."
But children don’t have such complicated thoughts.
It doesn't matter, there is no need to ask him these questions, someone will take the initiative to tell her.