Sitting on hundreds of billions of supplies, I will be a renter at the end of the day

"It's still the same, I can't go out for the time being, everyone continue to live here."

Taking off the jumpsuit on her body, Sang Yu shook the hair sticking to her neck and opened her mouth slowly.

"According to the previous situation, every kind of disaster will take almost a year to pass. The yellow sand will not blow for a year?"

Thinking of this, Sang Bancheng was numb.

Before the end of the day, when he was busy going to and from get off work every day, he complained every now and then that he was too tired.

Now that he is completely free after this doomsday, with nothing to do, the more he squats down, the more uncomfortable he becomes.

"Who knows, anyway, we don't have to worry about food or drink, so let's stay obediently."

Sang Yu calmly stuffed the clothes into the closet, then pulled the curtains and climbed onto the bed.

Put a pack of melon seeds and a few packs of potato chips and spicy sticks on the bed, and it’s good to watch a drama.

In this way, I lay down boringly for more than two months.

One day, an excited voice suddenly came from the tunnel:

"It's the new year again! There is free broth to drink today, everyone remember to queue up!"

At this time, Sang Yu, who had lived enough of the dark life, realized it later.

The days seem to be passing by very quickly, and it is only a blink of an eye, and it is another new year.

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A few days later, Sang Yu went out again.

This time, when she opened the door, there was no more yellow sand rushing towards her face.

The wind stopped, and the yellow sand stopped falling.

After not seeing the sun for several months, and standing outside again, Sang Yu felt that the sun seemed a bit dazzling.

The yellow sand of several months had been poured into a thickness of more than one meter, and as far as the eye could see, there was a dead silence around.

Those saplings that had been planted for more than half a year also died one after another under the strong wind during this period.

In my memory, I was surrounded by greenery for more than half a year before the high fever came, and the breath of life seemed to disappear and be completely burned by the scorching sun.

Sang Yu looked at the cloudless sky, under the high temperature, not a single bird could be seen in the sky.

Only an increasingly hot red sun hung in the sky, and the core of the sun was slowly turning red and black.

Sang Yu couldn't help but frowned, feeling the hands that were not wrapped in fleece and began to burn within a few seconds under the jumpsuit.

She stuffed her hands into her sleeves, and the pain began to slowly ease.

Take out the thermometer again.

The temperature has risen to 75°C.

I understood what I wanted to know, and there was nothing to miss outside, so Sang Yu turned her head back again.

Next, a new round of dwelling life began.

Living underground, everyone eats and sleeps every day, or add some small family activities in the middle.

No watch, no power source with which to luxury charge your phone.

Time seems to have slowly begun to become a vague concept for everyone.

Living underground for too long, the world is quiet and quiet every day. Many people's hearts have been almost healed, and once again, a layer of haze is secretly cast.

Some people even began to be unable to bear this kind of darkness, unable to find the slightest meaning of life every day, and chose to run out of the tunnel, find a random corner outside, and understand their own lives hastily.

For this situation, Zhang Shiguo had nothing to do.

All he can do is to send police officers to roam the tunnels, to persuade everyone to visit each other, to encourage each other to live hard.

And the psychology teachers who took online classes before were once again invited out of the mountain by Zhang Shiguo.

Every day, a psychological counselor will give a psychological counseling lecture in the area where the supplies are received, and those who are bored and want to listen can squeeze in the tunnel to listen.

Days, just like this day after day.

After a while, everyone felt sensitively that the temperature of the underground living room began to rise a little bit.

Even when she woke up one morning, Sang Yu's hand accidentally touched the wall, and a sensitive burning pain came from her hand instantly.

At this temperature, she has no doubt that throwing an egg on the earth wall can be cooked quickly.

Fortunately, everyone has fleece jackets in their hands, and the fleece jackets are worn on their bodies. Although the surrounding indoor temperature is high, everyone's bodies are still cool.

For those who don't lack fluff in their hands, their lives have not been greatly affected.

And for those who are on a tight budget, some people buy only enough flannel to make a vest and shorts. Wearing it on their body feels the temperature of ice and fire, and they can't help but regret that they didn't buy more fluff.

As for those who don't believe in the things Sang Yu sells, or who are reluctant to spend a lot of money to buy fluffy balls, at this moment, they are all so hot that they have heatstroke, and they regret it very much.

But the only thing not sold in this world is regret medicine.

In this group of high fever, the first group of people who died, except for those who were determined to kill themselves, were those who had no fluff at home to cool down, and died of heat in the airtight basement.

The city is too big, there is no Internet, and it is too difficult to collect information. Zhang Shiguo can only let go of the worries in his heart and try to arrange everything he can do.

And as time goes by little by little.

July NO.13.

Gao Lan's water broke, but fortunately Zhang Shiguo made arrangements in advance before going to the ground.

The doctor who lived next door was on call at all times. In the end, the child landed smoothly and the mother and daughter were safe.

Thanks to book friends 819***157, Fang Lin Gannan Chengzi, Nanjun Ruiming, Su Bieguan, Lan, Cerebellar Axe, Yvonne 1005, the building deep in the alley is empty, the draft box does not expire, Yixiu, Iris ticket~