Long Yuehong opened her mouth, as if she wanted to persuade:
「…… It's okay."
Shang Jianyao sat for a while, brought the plate, walked to the exit, and handed everything in his hand to the canteen staff on duty there.
Outside the "Supply Market", fluorescent lamps shine from the ceiling in an orderly manner, illuminating the road to the rest of the floor, and employees of different ages and genders gather in twos and threes, either to the "activity center", or to return home together, or to watch the children run and play.
Shang Jianyao walked between them, quickly left Area C, walked through a street with graffiti walls, and entered Area B, where the rooms were denser.
Most of the "living areas" in this underground building do not have the concept of architecture, and employees live in only rooms, not houses. Many people who work in the "inner ecological zone" and have seen real beehives often compare themselves to this.
However, the aisles in the rows of rooms are spacious, paved with milky white smooth stone tiles, and can accommodate at least five or six people walking side by side.
This is mandatory by the company, and it is said that it is to deal with certain emergencies and avoid congestion at critical moments.
Shang Jianyao walked for a while and saw his own room.
It is no different from the left and right rooms on the left and right, and the opposite room is no different in appearance, the walls are pure black, with a certain degree of reflectivity, and it looks a bit deep, the wooden door is brown and red, and there are four small windows next to it.
The only thing that could make Shang Jianyao confirm that this room belonged to him was the white number on the door:
"No. 196".
495th floor, Area B, No. 196.
Shang Jianyao put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out a brass-colored key, inserted it into the lock of the same color, and twisted it gently.
In the sound of clicking, Shang Jianyao pressed the doorknob with his other hand, pushed forward, and opened the door.
The door only opened halfway and stopped, because the back of it was against Shang Jianyao's stove.
This is a room two meters wide, three meters deep, and four meters high, and a wooden bed that can barely allow Shang Jianyao to straighten his legs while sleeping is placed horizontally in the innermost part, leaving only a gap of less than 10 centimeters between the foot of the bed and the wall. Of course, there was no furniture here, but expansion screws were embedded in the walls, and two sets of clothes in monotonous colors and simple styles were hung.
Next to them, there is a separate sink separated by half a sheet of plastic film, and on the other side of the sink is a stove with an oil fume pipe above and a cabinet below.
Shang Jianyao has always been very satisfied with the existence of these two supporting facilities, because not all rooms will have them.
This underground building really has too many floors, too many people live, whether it is the elevator, or the ventilation system, the sewer system, the energy supply system, they are all facing a terrible test, so not only the elevator has many parts, divided into different areas, can only lead to a certain floor, but also the ventilation system and sewer system are also divided into subsystems, every 15 floors or a specific number of floors, sharing a subsystem.
In this way, even if there is a failure, it will only affect a part of the area and will not cause the overall collapse.
Among them, in order to stabilize the sewage system, only a small number of the large number of rooms built by the company are connected to pipes.
Many employees have to queue up outside the public toilets in their "neighborhoods" to wash up, and many floors of the living quarters are very cold at night and early in the morning when the energy supply is low.
Being able to wash up without going out and wrapped in a quilt is the dream of many employees.
On the other side of the door, under the four windows, there was a fairly sturdy red lacquered wooden table, piled with many books, a black absorbent pen, and a bottle of ink of the same color.
At this time, the light of the "street lamps" on the ceiling of the street passed through the windows and sprinkled on the table, making the text on the book cover barely visible.
If it is not between two fluorescent lamps and the lighting effect is not good, Shang Jianyao can complete the reading without wasting energy quotas.
The wooden table has its own cabinet, and behind it is a back chair painted with brown and red paint with mottled marks, and behind the back chair are two stools that are about to fall apart, as if they are supporting the so-called "living room".
Behind this "living room" is the horizontal wooden bed.
Shang Jianyao didn't turn on the lights in the room because he didn't have much energy ration, so he had to save some money.
After pulling out the key and closing the door, Shang Jianyao walked through the area illuminated by the street lamp and walked to the dimly lit bed.
He picked up a pillow stuffed with grain shells, placed it upright against the wall, and leaned on it, half lying down and half sitting.
In this posture, Shang Jianyao saw the electric wok and rice cooker placed on the stove at a glance.
They have a rusty surface and seem to have been used for many, many years.
Since Shang Jianyao has been remembering, they have been in his own home: one was brought back from the ruins of a city in the Old World when his father participated in the "Security Department" foreign operation, and he gave up other loot distributed by the company in order to get this item, and the other was Shang Jianyao's mother after getting married, saving contribution points for a long time and exchanged them from the small market - the new products in the "material supply market" would be much more expensive and always in short supply.
He remembered that his original home was No. 28 in Area A on this floor, which had two rooms, one large and one small, and a very narrow bathroom.
This allowed Shang Jianyao to queue up in public toilets when he was a child, and he didn't have to smell the strong smell.
However, after his father disappeared and his mother died, the suite was reclaimed by the company and redistributed to eligible employees.
In order to save energy, these rooms were not equipped with electronic locks, but used various ordinary locks dismantled from the ruins of the old world city, and some were produced in the internal factory.
Shang Jianyao's eyes moved casually and looked at the wooden table by the window.
He heard from his mother that this was made by his father when he and his father first got married, and he bought back wood from the "material supply market" to save money.
This wooden table and the clothes sewn by Shang Jianyao's mother in the cabinet below it, along with the two electrical appliances, were returned to him after being entrusted to the orphanage for three years.
However, Shang Jianyao could no longer wear the clothes in the cabinet.
Shang Jianyao closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and pinched his left and right temples.
He immediately lowered his palm and maintained his current position without any movement.
The whole room became extremely quiet, and the feeling of darkness seemed to become more and more profound.
Shang Jianyao lay there as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
…………
Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and unsurprisingly saw a wide and empty hall.
This is bigger than the entire "supply market".
The hall is surrounded by black walls that shimmer with a metallic luster and give people a cold feeling, and there is a dark mass above, and you can't see the top, I don't know how high it is.
In this dim space, there were countless bright spots of light, and they slowly turned, as if forming a dreamy river sprinkled with diamonds.
Shang Jianyao was once again shocked by this scene and could not describe the situation in front of him in words.
He could only think of the starry sky pictures that the teacher showed everyone on the display screen when he first entered college.
That was the first time he saw the starry sky.
And now, he seems to be among the stars.
In the center of the hall, "starlight" sprinkled and condensed into a blurred figure.
The figure spread out its hands, maintaining strict symmetry, as if imitating the scales.
"His" voice sounded hollow, echoing throughout the hall, as if conveying the revelation given by the "stars":
"One price, three gifts."
"One price, three gifts......"
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