[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

My companion doesn't seem quite normal.

I don't quite understand why he can take a rice cooker's instruction manual and read it with relish all afternoon, and then he can come over to discuss with me the convenience of technology for life.

No, are you writing a short essay?

Xinghe slowly knocked on the hardened bread that could be used as a hammer, and Kuroro next to him was holding a yellowed piece of paper and chattering, "Look at this unit of measurement, the value fluctuated around one hundred last year, but it reached three hundred in June this year. , horizontally comparing the values ​​​​of previous years can roughly measure that some kind of change is taking place outside."

He propped his chin, "This is a certain period of blowout development"

"so boring."

With bread in his mouth, Xinghe dismissed Kuroro's speech.

"It doesn't matter if the outside world is full of gold. We are still short of food."

"Do not."

Kuroro carefully put away the yellowed paper, folded the paper and placed it under his stool as a footrest.

"It's about the times."

"boring."

"Xinghe. You must value my position in this team."

"What status, little boy?"

Kuroro, who was young but had a fair complexion, paused, "I admit your compliments on my appearance, but I also hope you value my ability."

"Okay, don't interrupt, I want to re-introduce, do you think the amount of garbage dropped by airships, in other words, the amount of food dropped by airships will increase?"

"I hope so."

Xinghe's teeth clenched, and the hard noodles were crushed into scum. He moved his throat and swallowed the scum, "But what does this have to do with your rubbish?"

"I was reading a few days ago and saw a very interesting theory."

"The world is like a spiral body that is constantly rising and developing, and will continue to repeat the process of birth, gestation, explosion, and decline."

There was a small candle stub in Kuroro's hand. The wick was about to burn out, and the light became more and more dim. His face was half-lit, and his tone was as calm as before.

"I keep collecting the text of the garbage mountain and calculate that the era of the big explosion is coming."

Xinghe folded his arms, he hid in the shadows, the collapsed walls gave him a place to hide, "so"

"The outside world is extremely rich in supplies, and the garbage they throw into Meteor Street will also increase. The survival rate on the periphery of Meteor Street is rich in food, and some people who should have died but did not die survived."

"Chosen by gangsters or other underground forces to go to the outside world."

"They are more or less, consciously or unconsciously, building an ascending society."

"However, capable people will live well no matter where they are. Even if it is a desert, they can find a way out. So it doesn't matter whether the supplies are rich or not."

"But it cannot be denied that only fertile land can bear good fruits, right? If Meteor Street hadn't been polluted too badly, we couldn't grow crops on a large scale, and we wouldn't be so dependent on external underground forces."

"Wait, aren't we talking about food?" Xinghe suddenly found himself quietly changing the subject, "Are you full? You like chatting so much."

Kuroro rubbed his stomach and spread his hands, "I was too absorbed in thinking just now and forgot to eat, Xinghe, is my food with you?"

Xinghe threw out the bread that was as hard as a stone in his arms, "Continue."

Kuroro caught the bread and tried to chew off some crumbs, but unfortunately his teeth were not as hard as Xinghe's, "It's so hard."

"I come."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Kuroro handed out the bread.

I saw Xinghe threw the bread into the air, and then drew the knife, the bright knife light flickered and weaved countless stars, cutting the hard bread into many small pieces.

Kuroro took the small pieces wrapped in cloth and praised, "Every time I see your swordsmanship, I feel very beautiful."

"so so."

"I remember Xinghe, you said you were from the ancient martial arts dojo"

"Hey, I said something like that"

"Ah, probably one day we picked up a bottle of wine, Xinghe, you started talking after drinking it, why did you wet the bed when you were seven years old and throw the sheets into the pond to destroy the evidence?"

Holding the sword in his arms, Xinghe said, "So I used to be a child of a rich family, and there was a pond in my house."

Kuroro blew out the candle, and he crossed his hands and propped his chin, "Xinghe has completely forgotten that you are the most talented disciple of the generation in the ancient martial arts dojo. It is said that the master of the sect at that time has decided to train you to become the heir, and release this news The next day, you were thrown on Meteor Street."

He blinked, "This was only two years ago, I didn't expect Xinghe to forget it so quickly."

"It's not important, remember what to do."

Xinghe said that he didn't care, his tone was cold, and he threw away everything from the outside world and his own past, as lightly as if throwing away a piece of paper.

Excuse me, Xinghe said, "Ku Luoluo, I remember you are also a son of a rich family, you wear gold and silver, a group of maids, a luxurious family who eats one bite of bread and throws two away."

"No," Kuroro sighed, "Xinghe, don't flaunt the idioms at will, making me sound so strange."

"It's just a family with a little bit of wealth accumulation. It's not old money that has been famous for many years, nor is it new money that exploded like a blowout. It has no reputation and is just an ordinary family."

Xinghe fumbled for the blade, tapped lightly like playing a lute, "Whenever you get rich in the future, you will go back to inherit the family business, remember to help your brother."

Kurolo smiled.

The past of Xinghe cannot be told in a few sentences by Kuroro.

He remembered that when he first met this man sitting high on the top of the mountain, beheading all those who plotted against the law, the knife in his hand was not stained with blood, and the person was like a sharp sword, not stained with dust, only the cold light of the knife.

Maybe it's because God appointed excellent people to meet each other, and then they became companions.

Xinghe never talked about his past, and he has no interest in endless complaints. He is inherently strong, like the steel that casts a knife, and he is a good embryo.

Until one day he drank alcohol and started to cry, took off his clothes while crying, stabbed a knife in his heart, and said inexplicable things like "Look at me, why are you so hateful".

After thoroughly uncovering his old background, Kuroro, who was enjoying the cold wind, found out that this comrade is so sultry.

Forgive his curiosity, he induced Xinghe to speculate step by step and finally discovered a bloody entanglement drama that Xinghe could watch without turning on the TV at home.

Here's the thing.

Before Xinghe, there was another big disciple who was loved by everyone. He had almost become the appointed heir if Xinghe hadn't appeared.

But the facts cannot be changed, Xinghe appeared, and his talent is amazing, so shocked that the master is not willing to let Xinghe leave, but would rather overthrow the big disciple who has been trained for 20 years.

This matter caused a lot of discussion in the dojo, but no one disobeyed the master's decision. When they received kendo education, they also accepted the almost cruel spiritual training.

However, Xinghe's mother pushed Xinghe hard at the turning point of fate, pushing Xinghe to Meteor Street.

She has received the kindness of the eldest disciple, and regards the eldest disciple as a savior. Knowing that the appearance of Xinghe has caused the status of the eldest disciple to be lost, she regrets saying that she would rather Xinghe had never been born, and does not want him to disturb the future of the adult.

So one night, a cup of drug, the Xinghe constitution special drug didn't work, so he lay under the quilt, quietly listening to his mother's arrangement.

Xinghe doesn't understand, but he always doesn't understand what adults think.

His name is Xinghe, on the airship transported to Meteor Street, he watched the shining Xinghe all night.

After Xinghe finished telling his story, he found Kuroro looking at him like he was mentally retarded.

"Wait, why are you looking like that?"

"Because I found a lot of illogical things, such as what kind of kindness can make my mother go against the sect master's will, wouldn't it be even more strange if I really wanted to send you away for the sake of the eldest disciple?"

"Enough. Am I so bored that I can make up such a lie? Am I that boring?"

"Maybe, after all, you're drunk."

As soon as Kuroro looked up, he found that Xinghe had a terrifying expression, in the state of a big demon king who said something and I will do it.

"Okay, okay, I admit that what you said is true, but I think there are some details"

"You are dead"

To be honest, Kurolo explained in his heart while running, although it is not a good behavior to dig deep into the pain of his companions, but he thinks there are problems with many details, but let’s forget about Xinghe’s appearance.

After all, he himself said that it is meaningless to discuss what has already happened.

Early the next morning.

Xinghe listened to Kuroro describing how he looked drunk, "Who is that retarded person you are talking about?"

Oh, Kuroro shut up in time, and if I continue talking, I am afraid that someone will become angry.