I sat in the cold, dark hell with only one last wish left, which was to hope that the child would live longer. You know, it's the boy with a bloodless face that is very reminiscent of a zombie.

His name is Shota, and my name is X.

I had my name, but no one could remember it, not only did no one remember my face, but no one remembered my existence. I am an insignificant homeless man who spends the night on the streets, in parks, under bridges, and in underpasses, lying in a place where I can shelter from the rain in the summer, but looking for a thick quilt in the winter, and using waste newspapers and cardboard if I don't have any. What the? Containment station, you say? I'm sorry, but I can at least pick up the trash to feed myself, and I don't need to go to that hellish place to suffer.

On the coldest snowy night a few months ago, I hid in the Future Dream Mansion. There is a warm corner on the third basement floor, and there is a heating pipe passing through it, so you can spend the night comfortably with a blanket. I figured out the location of the security guards and cameras to make sure I could safely avoid them. During the day, I picked up garbage and begged outside the building, and most of the people who went shopping carried change, and people often gave me bills generously. After midnight, taking advantage of the change of guard guards, I slipped in through the small door of the garage and came to my warm nest on the third basement floor. This nest is the best place I have found in my many years of wandering. I thought it would stay with me for a long time.

It's a pity that the end of the world has come.

April 1. Sunday. Night, 22:19.

It was a thunderstorm, and I called it a day early, and I went back to the garage and felt the whole building sinking rapidly. Car alarms rang everywhere, and there were people who forgot to pull the handbrake and hit the wall directly. Shortly after the lights came back on, the four basement floors were filled with corpses.

I reached Calford's supermarket, snatched a smoked ham from the dog's mouth, and collected a few more bottles of drink, as well as my favorite liquor, a must-have for winter cold, and I had never had a chance to touch Wuliangye before only drinking the worst knockoffs mixed with water or industrial alcohol. I carried a sumptuous trophy and had a full meal on the third basement floor, which was cool!

Suddenly, I saw a man with a boy and a dog. The dog barked a few times. The boy had a bloodless face. The man in his thirties asked me, "Who are you?" ”

Just look at my tattered clothes, my messy hair and stubble beard, and you'll know the answer. I don't talk to him for fear that he's going to have someone arrest me – isn't that what many people do? Treating homeless homeless people as terrible and dangerous people makes us feel disgusting and dirty at the sight of us, and it is better to disappear from our eyes immediately. So, I ran away with the smoked ham.

The heating pipes were completely cold, so I got a quilt from the supermarket to keep out the cold. I stocked up on a little more food, which I could eat for five or six days, judging by my ability to starve.

The next day, I was resting in the den and heard movement outside, and found a big dog like a bear lying on the window of a sports car with the little boy who looked like a zombie in the car.

I immediately picked up a stick and slammed it into the waist of the big dog - as the saying goes, the wolf is "a copper-headed, iron-footed, numb-stalk waist", and the same is true for this dog, no matter how powerful it is, it can't withstand a slap in the waist. It roared and turned its head, and I hit it on the head with a stick, but it didn't work at all.

However, I eat this bowl of rice called Hanako, if I am bullied by a dog, how can I mix it up? The big dog glared at me, and I glared at him even more viciously than he did!

It may have been frightened by the look in my eyes, or it may have thought that I had the legendary dog-beating stick in my hand, clamped its tail and gotten out.

Since then, Shota has become a good friend of mine. The boy wanted to give me a name, at first he called me "Xiao Ming", but I firmly refused, and then I said, "Then call me X." ”

Why am I X? A year ago, when I was living in a bridge cave by the river, a homeless man who liked to steal books told me to beware of strangers who suddenly helped you - there was a book about a pervert who tricked a homeless man out to protect a woman who had committed murder, gave him a decent job, gave him a good job, and gave him a sum of money, sent him a good suit of clothes to live in a hotel, and finally killed him! Not only that, but the pervert also smashed his face and burned his fingerprints, making him a substitute for the dead, making the police think that he was the victim who was unrecognizable.

What a fucking pervert! Why are you a genius, and I'm going to be cannon fodder for you? Why is it that no one will remember when the homeless man disappears? At least, my mother remembers me, she gave birth to me and raised me, and if she were still alive, she would definitely think of me from time to time. Even if you city people can't remember the homeless, those wild dogs and wild cats know me. Every bridge and hole I have slept in, every underground passage, has left the smell of my urine, how can I disappear for no reason? Although I don't know as much as you, my waist bag is not as bulging as you, my clothes are not as new as yours, and the place where I live is not as warm as yours, but I am not shorter than you when I stand up, I am not shorter than you when I lie down, I don't eat less than you, and I can't sleep worse than you when I sleep with a woman.

Also, are you good for the woman you like, but I don't have the woman I like?

Maybe you think to yourself, how can a woman like me, who lives in a dark place, lives by picking up rags and begging for food, wanders all over the world and has no fixed place, and dies on the streets without any pity?

Yes, for more than a decade, it is true that no woman has wanted to come near me.

Don't think that people like me are going to be rapists or murderers – not nothing, but a very small minority of the homeless! At most, we steal things that no one wants, and we don't do things that hurt nature, because God is watching everyone above us.

I'll admit that I still like women, and I often can't sleep all night excited about scantily clad female celebrities on street billboards. Sometimes I meet a beautiful woman who walks at night, and I will quietly follow her for a while - but I will not disturb her, but escort her to the house safely.

For example, the girl named Ah Xiang. Every night, I would see her walking out of the Future Dream Building, wearing a ponytail and carrying a copycat brand-name bag, and her body was still like a teenage girl. I don't know what she does, but she must have come from the countryside to work in the city, I guess she must be twenty years old, and sometimes she walks in front of me wearing light makeup, with the smell of shampoo, and writhing her little body, which really fascinates me out of my body! But I never spoke to her, only that she worked at the Future Dream Mansion - until the end of the world, I didn't know that her profession was a shampoo.

One night, she was returning home and passing through a dimly lit alley, where a thug stopped her and she shouted for help, but no one paid attention. I rushed up and beat the thugs to the ground. She was about to thank me, but I slipped away—I was such an unkempt bum, and I had better not scare the little girl.

I'm glad that Ah Xiang survived the end of the world. Hopefully she can live forever, and if she doesn't have food, I'll leave her with the last bit of food I have.

But I still didn't dare to appear in front of her, so I just hid in the shadows and watched her.

That security guard was always pestering her, and I wanted to punch that guy a few times. One night, I saw the security guard take Ah Xiang into a small room, and Ah Xiang did not resist in the slightest. An hour or two later, they walked out of the small room together, the security guard's hand still groping around Ah Xiang - although I was just a bum, I knew what was going on between them. I'm sad, but I can only be sad.

Even if he is a security guard, he is better than me, a homeless man, I hope he can be better to Ah Xiang. On the third day, in the early hours of the morning, I was awakened by the sound of a car whistling and a large car speeding down the driveway and into the fourth basement floor. After a few minutes, the cart drove back to the third basement level, faster than before.

Suddenly, there was a heavy crash in the garage. When I arrived, I found that the car had been smashed into a mess, and the front of the car was crumbled into a ball, knocking a red sedan next to it in two. There were two people sitting in the front row of the car, each held up by two large balloons, one of whom was dead, the steering wheel had completely crushed his chest, and his blood was everywhere in the cab. There was a girl sitting next to her, and she could tell if it was Ah Xiang! She was still alive, her chest heaving violently, but she was unconscious and bleeding. The childlike body saved her life, and if she sat like an adult, she would definitely be hit to death!

However, the door on her side was so badly twisted that it couldn't be opened from the inside out. I hurriedly circled the car, only to open the trunk of the car and find a box of repair tools. So, I used a wrench and a screwdriver to open the broken car door, and then carried Ah Xiang out of the car.

It was the first time I touched her body, gently, like a child. I wiped the blood from her face and saw her clear face, I really liked her. Suddenly, I felt the urge to kiss her on the lips.

No! What qualifications do I have? A homeless man who is looked down upon by everyone, an X who no one can remember. What's more, Ah Xiang is now unconscious, didn't I take advantage of the danger of others to rub oil and eat tofu?

I checked her injuries, and luckily they were all skin trauma, and her coma was supposed to be temporary. I was a little hesitant to just keep her until she opened her eyes.

Suddenly, her eyelids twitched slightly, and I was about to wake up, and I quietly hid in a dark corner.

Ah Xiang woke up, looked at the dead man in the car, the removed door, she understood.

"Why did you let me survive?"

Her childlike screams echoed in the garage, and she wasn't grateful that I had saved her.

Her tiny body swayed away from here and up the stairs leading to the supermarket. And I curled up in the corner, bowing my head and shedding tears. - I regret it, why didn't I go up with her? I know that she is bent on death, I know that she is close to madness, why don't I follow her just in case? Is it because you don't dare to see her eyes again?

Soon after, she died. When they left her body behind, I emerged from the darkness and fell to my knees before her, crying like a child.

Later, I eavesdropped on the conversations of the survivors and learned about the sins committed by Ah Xiang. I don't hate the one who killed Ah Xiang, because she is already a mortal person. I only hated myself, I couldn't give her any help, let alone change her fate, I could only hide underground and watch her corpse alone......

Two days later, Shota came to play with me. I advised him to hurry back, his mother must be in a hurry. At that moment, I heard footsteps. Zhengtai and I hid between the shelves and saw the supermarket employee named Tao Ye come down. He hadn't walked a few steps before he was pounced on by the big bear-like dog, and he was about to be bitten to death.

I stepped forward and kicked directly on the waist of the big dog. It tumbled to the ground and let out a loud roar, and was about to pounce on it again, when I glared at the balls and shouted, "Brute! Get lost! Although it could snap my neck in the blink of an eye, it showed a frightened look and quickly ran away with its tail between its legs.

I know the language of animals—I learned it from an old man named Hanako, who has been wandering for more than 80 years, experienced the Nanjing Massacre, and seen * people eat people. He has not only traveled to every place in China, but also to India, the former Soviet Union, and many European countries to have dinner. He met Chairman Chiang in Chongqing, President Roosevelt in Cairo, and Gorbachev in Moscow. He was the first to learn dog language, then cat language, and finally mouse language. Wherever he went, he was followed by a long string of wild cats and wild dogs. I was a close disciple of Hanako, and when he taught me these animal languages, he sat on the floor and fell asleep and never woke up. I dragged him to the street park in the middle of the night and buried him, and it was not in vain for the master and apprentice.

I can talk to all the animals in the underground and make them do my bidding, especially the big bear-like dog, though he sometimes does it on his own. I also controlled the group of rats and told them not to go to the fourth basement - only the rats were not afraid of carrion, but I didn't want them to eat the poor dead corpses, where my Ah Xiang was. There was only one little creature that became my friend on an equal footing - it had been living on the fourth basement floor, it was very special and intelligent, and I believe it would outlive me.

I know that I will die underground and be forgotten by most of you.

Yes, whether the undead or the survivors, have you ever spoken of my death?

That night, always at night, anyway, there were many dogs and cats with me, and if I hadn't been strict with me, the last seriously injured old man in the Häagen-Dazs shop would have been eaten by the hungry ones. Now, these poor animals are killing each other, leaving behind a blur of flesh and blood.

The old man wasn't dead yet, he was breathing stubbornly, even if little flies would soon hatch from him.

Suddenly, the flashlight illuminated him, and it turned out to be the owner of the building, and his dog.

The owner of the building killed the old man.

Do you want to go up and save him? Anyway, the old man will definitely die, and such a death may relieve his pain...... No, it can't be the old man's will!

Finally, I rushed to them. The beige dog barked at me a few times, and I glared at it fiercely, and it immediately barked like a mouse and hid behind its owner.

The old man died.

"Why did you kill him?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to conserve oxygen. Anyway, he's going to die sooner or later. Every bit of oxygen is precious and cannot be consumed by him in vain. ”

This sentence infuriated me - then should I also die? Isn't it believed by many that homeless people live in this world and consume oxygen in vain?

"You're going to die a terrible death!" I cursed at him, turned and walked towards the group of dogs and cats, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my vest.

It's not like I've never been knifed before, but I've never been in so much pain as this one. The tip of the knife stabbed me in the back in the heart.

I'm dead. Without a trace of struggle or resistance, he fell to the ground silently. Although I am the owner of the cats and dogs, they still eat me as a late-night snack when they are hungry - if my meat can save them from starvation, it will be some kind of merit.

You won't remember me, though.

I'm X.