Anderson chewed on this word, and his heart was filled with turmoil, especially what Xu Ye said before, which was never taught in the textbook.
Xu Ye glanced back at the community. From the memory of the original owner of the body, although the yellow-haired young man was annoying, Xu Ye was not disgusted with him, but felt indebted to him.
Especially for him, a time traveler, in the original world, the death of every person around him would cause a burst of mourning or sadness, but in this world, even if hundreds of people die due to accidents today, I'm afraid it will only be tomorrow.
A piece of news in a corner of Ye Ling City Daily.
"Do you think they deserve it?"
He asked Anderson, "If they are diligent, hard-working and eager to learn, they will not fall?"
Anderson's eyes flickered, but he still asked: "Why don't they take pride in their labor, but just want to get rich overnight, take shortcuts or just muddle along?"
Xu Ye said seriously: "You will like to be woken up by the alarm clock at five or six o'clock every morning, jump out of bed, put on clothes, stuff yourself with a steamed bun, go to the toilet, brush your teeth, wash your face, comb your hair, and sit through layers of obstacles.
I go to the company to work hard, work overtime without overtime pay, get home at 11 or 12 o'clock at night, and make money for others, do I still need to be grateful and encourage myself every day?"
"It's not your fault, it's the era's fault." Xu Ye paced and left the street, "Just like you, if you think about it, if you are not a noble, and your parents have not received elite education, you may be in your teens, or you may be
You started working when you were seven or eight years old, what ability do you have to resist this era?"
"There is no future, no hope, and you may die one day. The environment you have received since childhood has given you limitations. Facing the rolling waves and the wheel of history, how can you resist as a bottom class person?"
"The sorrow of the times is also the sorrow of the people at the bottom."
Anderson was deep in thought. He followed Xu Ye step by step with a solemn expression.
The two came to a nursing home again.
But to Xu Ye's surprise, the nursing home closed.
He paused and saw the note at the door of the nursing home - because it could not afford the high rent, this nursing home had to close its doors and all the elderly had been properly arranged.
Xu Ye sighed, wondering how the old lady who lost her son in old age was doing now.
"Where are we going now?" Seeing that Xu Ye was in a bad mood, Anderson asked cautiously.
"Refugee Quarter." Xu Ye continued to walk forward. His footsteps were very fast, but Anderson was also an awakened person, so it was not difficult to keep up.
"When you come here to donate, the homeless areas you see are all cleaned up by people here and made for you to see. Most of the people invited are actors."
"Actor?" Anderson showed an incredulous expression.
"I guess you nobles rarely come to the refugee area." Xu Ye said with a smile.
"It's not very few, it's almost none. In order to reduce the possibility of contamination, we almost never come. Even if we come, we will wear special isolation suits. You know, many people are descendants of bronze nobles who are forced to come here...
…”
Anderson paused and laughed at himself, "Because they don't have the right to inherit. If they want to inherit the property and the position of their ancestors, they must earn enough points, and there are points for charity week. Of course, I'm not doing it for the points, and I don't
Wear isolation gown.”
"There are actually isolation suits..." Xu Ye smacked his lips.
I don’t know if it’s the pollution of the isolated personality or the pollution of the environment.
"Hope everything goes well today."
After walking for half an hour, Xu Ye and Anderson gradually entered the refugee area - this street has a nice name, Narcissus Street.
The hustle and bustle rushed towards us. On both sides of the street, there were various noises coming from people selling pancakes and fruits, egg fried rice, Teppanyaki, scrap copper and iron, repairing electrical appliances, etc.
It was already close to noon, and the crowd was crowded together. The smell of sweat, foot odor, body odor, and bad breath mixed together, making Anderson almost vomit.
Xu Ye has been here twice since time travel, and the original owner of this body has also been there many times, so he is very familiar with this place.
Anderson couldn't help but look at it, suppressing his inner discomfort.
Just as he walked a hundred meters away, no less than ten people had already touched his clothes and attempted to steal them, but he secretly stopped them.
Some people even took scissors and tried to cut off the fabric of Anderson's clothes - after all, they looked like high-end clothes.
His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
There is almost no garbage on the ground, because everything that can be sold for money has been picked up long ago, leaving only some sticky solid-liquid mixture that may be feces.
Occasionally there are some pretty beauties standing on the street, showing off their coquettishness.
In some flat places, some people with ragged clothes and stubble on their faces sleep.
If the lower floors of the civilian areas we went to were filled with numb people, then here, there is depravity, chaos, and madness...
This is a hotbed of all crime.
Xu Ye suddenly remembered a sentence and said: "In the refugee area, there is a saying - people can't even give up money for the sake of dignity. So here, you can buy everything with money."
"Women, children, organs, services, killings... everything is here with a price tag."
"Of course, if you have the opportunity, you can go to the disaster area outside the city to see...there and here are a different world."
As they moved forward, the clothes were incompatible with the place, especially Anderson's. His temperament was so different that no matter how low-key he was, he couldn't hide it.
The skinny children ran barefoot on the ground and circled around the two of them, confused or scared.
"Xiaohua? Why are you here?"
Xu Ye saw the little girl he had met last time. She was wearing patched clothes and was rummaging through the trash can with a serious expression.
Compared to how he looked a few months ago, he now looks sallow and thin, looking pitiful.
Seemingly hearing a familiar voice, Zhong Xiaohua suddenly raised her head, first showing a surprised smile, and then her eyes were covered with tears: "Brother Xiaoye."
"What's going on? What happened? Where is your mother?" Xu Ye walked over quickly.
Zhong Xiaohua first glanced at Anderson warily, and then said aggrievedly: "Mom, she was diagnosed with kidney cancer last month. We had no choice but to sell the house for one million and bought a bottle of cancer from the black market.
Pharmacy, now my mother is unemployed, we rent a house nearby..."
"I was just too hungry, so I went out to find something to eat."
"cancer?"
Xu Ye and Anderson looked at each other, and a piece of news published in the "Yeling City Daily" some time ago sounded in their minds at the same time.
The number of cancer patients has increased rapidly recently, resulting in a shortage of cancer drugs on the black market. A course of treatment originally increased from 500,000 to 1 million.
"Xiaohua, please take us to see your mother first. This is my brother's friend... Anderson." Xu Ye introduced.
Anderson smiled and took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket.
Zhong Xiaohua stared at the chocolate and swallowed. She was obviously hungry. She pursed her lips, hurriedly took it, and hid it in her arms.
"Thank you, brother Anderson."
Smile sweetly.
Immediately, this quirky-looking little girl suddenly took out a rusty kitchen knife and stared at the people around her, grinning with a ferocious expression, like a mighty little tiger.
Anderson felt a little touched.
Under the leadership of Zhong Xiaohua, the three people turned around and arrived at a small tile-roofed house.
There was a damp smell in the air, and Anderson couldn't help but sneeze.
The layout of the room is clearly visible.
Near the door is a damaged wooden table with holes covered with transparent tape and pots and pans placed on the table.
There is also a scratched washbasin under the table, with two neat towels hanging down.
Opposite the door is a cabinet without a handle. One of the cabinet doors is broken and slightly open, revealing a pile of clothes inside.
Next to the cabinet is a pile of garbage - waste paper, cardboard or some bamboo baskets, which can be sold for some money.
And at the very back is a simple wooden bed.
The kitchen and toilet are outside and are public areas.
The room was dark, with no lights on.
But at least it's clean.
On the wooden bed, a beautiful woman was lying there. When she heard the movement, she reluctantly opened her eyes, and suddenly she saw Xu Ye, a little shy on her face.
"Xiaoye, why are you here?"
She tried her best to get up, but because of her physical weakness, she could only get up halfway.
Xu Ye hurried over, asked her to lie down, and said with concern: "Sister Chen Yu, you are like this, and you don't want to tell me. Didn't I give you my phone number last time?"
"You brought your friends here?" Chen Yu glanced at Anderson. She was quite knowledgeable. She was startled when she saw that he was well-dressed.
"Don't worry about him, Sister Chen Yu, what's going on? You've always been in good health, why did you suddenly get cancer?" Xu Ye said confused.
Inspiration can detect some physical conditions of ordinary people.
The breath of a healthy person is fresh.
The breath of a depressed person is irritable.
The last time Xu Ye met Chen Yu, she could tell that he was very simple and in a good mood.
"It's a sewage treatment plant problem." Chen Yu recalled weakly.
“The sewage treatment in our area is all managed by Shengli Sewage Treatment Plant, and we all drink the clean water directly after treatment. But I don’t know when the water quality started getting worse and worse, and many people were poisoned by heavy metals.
What’s more serious, like me, is kidney cancer.”
"Shengli Sewage Treatment Plant, that's impossible!" Anderson said in surprise, because he remembered that it was one of her mother's properties.
As for Xu Ye, he was completely stunned.
Memories crawled over his mind like maggots.
The sewage treatment plant...Zhang Jian...the young man sealed in the wall...the terrifying message...the online novelist.
What the heck, things took a while and went back again.
grass!
Although there was no sign that this was related to the Eternal Holy See, Xu Ye seemed to have seen the handwriting of those people subconsciously.
