Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 171 New Content
"What's this?" Homer asked.

"What did you say?" The girl smiled slyly.

"Hmm." He carefully held the square in his hand, read the words on it, and asked the girl, "Is this a plastic bag for tea? There is a small picture printed on it."

"It's a face painting." The girl corrected, "A beautiful painting."

She added, slightly defiantly, "Without it, I'd be...a beast."

Homer watched her, feeling his eyes swell, tears welling in their sockets, and breathing hard.

A sentimental fool, he scolded himself.

He cleared the noise and sighed.

"You've never been to the ground, have you been to the city, except this time?"

"So what?" Sasha hid the plastic bag again.

"Are you trying to tell me that it's not as it is in the pictures? Is there no such picture at all? I know it myself, and I know what a city looks like—buildings, bridges, rivers, scary and empty."

"On the contrary," said Homer.

"I've never seen a more beautiful place than this city. And you... you can judge an entire subway by a single sleeper.

I, perhaps am not qualified to describe to you what a city is like:
The buildings are taller than any rock, the streets are busier than waterfalls, the sky is never extinguished, and the mist shines...

The city is vain and ever-changing, as are each of its thousands of inhabitants.

The city is also crazy and chaotic, it can combine any incompatible elements and build without planning.

There is no eternity in the city, because eternity is too cold and stagnant concept.But the city is alive! "

He clenched his fist, then waved again, "You won't understand. You should see for yourself..."

At that moment, Homer thought that if Sasha went to the ground, she would also be able to experience the style and stories of the city.

He completely forgot that if a person wants to have such an experience, he must spend a lifetime knowing his city.

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Homer reached an agreement with others, and Sasha was escorted past the Hansa's cordon, and the scene was like being escorted to the execution ground.

She was escorted across the station to the office area, where there was a bathroom.

The two Pavilets stations have only their names in common. They are like two sisters who have been separated since birth, one grew up in a wealthy family and the other in a starving small station family or grew up in the tunnel.

The one on the radial line is dirty, wanton, but uninhibited and tall.

Small, stocky, well-mannered, well-bred and spotlessly clean, the Ring's personality reveals itself at first glance—financially savvy and stingy.

There are very few people at this time. Except for the subway staff, everyone will like the Pavliets on the radiation line more than the eccentric and very strict one on the ring line.

The dressing room looks like this: the walls are covered with neat yellow tiles, the floor is covered with non-slip corrugated bricks, the iron cabinets for shoes and clothes are all spray painted, the winding passages are illuminated by electric lights, and there are Two foreskin benches with the skin peeled off...

Everything inside was ecstatic.

The bony, bushy-mustachioed bathhouse attendant gave her a towel—it was unbelievably white—a sliver of gray soap, and allowed her to lock the shower stall door.

The little checks on the towels and the slightly disgusting soap smell are things of the long, long past.

At that time, Sasha was the daughter of a commander who was loved by thousands of people. Now she has long believed that these things no longer exist.

Sasha unbuttoned the overalls and pulled them out very quickly, the clothes were stiff from being so dirty.

Taking off her T-shirt and throwing away her trousers, she couldn't wait to run to the rusty water pipe with a self-made nozzle, opened the hot iron valve, and hot water poured down...

That's boiling water!
Sasha quickly stuck to the wall to avoid being scalded by the splashing boiling water, then hurriedly turned on another faucet, and finally adjusted the cold water and hot water to a moderate temperature, restraining her inner excitement and letting herself melt in the water.

The shower cubicle, along with the bubbling hot water, washed away the dust, soot, motor oil, and blood from Sasha and the others, along with exhaustion, hopelessness, sin, and worry.

The water brightened her up again, which took a while, of course.

Sasha inspected her now-unfamiliar feet—they were puckered and pink, and the white palms she wasn't used to.

I thought to myself: In this way, Homer should not ridicule her anymore, right?So men should be able to see her beauty, right?

Maybe Homer was right and it would be foolish for her to go to Alcorn's ward before she had freshened herself up?
Yes, these things are worth learning for her.

Will he notice the great change that has taken place in Sasha?

She grabbed the valve, walked to the dressing room, and opened the vanity mirror that Homer gave her...

She couldn't take her eyes off it.

The hot water loosened her up and stopped doubting herself.

The last words Su Mengfan said to her were not intended to push her away, but he was not fully awake yet, and those words were not actually addressed to her, he just continued to argue cruelly with someone in the nightmare.

All she has to do is wait for him to wake up, at that moment she has to wait by his side, for...

In order for Su Mengfan to see her immediately and understand her mind immediately.

Then what?
It's pointless to think about the future.

Although he is only a few years older than herself, Sasha is enough to feel safe in him, and she can trust him with all her heart.

Sasha thought of Su Mengfan's crazy ravings, and tentatively interpreted them as Su Mengfan was looking for her, because only she could calm him down, relieve his burning sensation, and help him find his balance.

But the more she thought about it, the hotter she felt.

Her greasy overalls had been taken to be cleaned, and she had been brought a change of light blue trousers and a turtleneck with holes for her to wash.

Sasha, who had put on new clothes, felt that the new clothes were a little narrow, and the thread exposed on the sweater was a bit tight around her neck, which was not very comfortable.

Moreover, all the men's eyes followed her, clung to her trousers and sweater, as she was escorted back to the military hospital outside the cordon.

When she finally got to her single bed, she wanted to shower again.

Homer wasn't in the room, but she wasn't bored by being alone either.

A few minutes later the door of the room was opened and the doctor poked his head in.

"Congratulations, you can visit him now, he has woken up."

(End of this chapter)