The explosive development of the space revolution in the new era has created many myths, towering space elevators, spaceships shuttling back and forth, majestic space warships dotting the starry sky, and on the ground, with the great abundance of material conditions, the population has surged, and high-rise buildings have risen in eastern cities, and roads and bridges have been lined up.

Corresponding to the prosperity of the east and space is the silence of the west. Before the space revolution, the economic center of gravity of the world was in the coastal zone, after the space revolution, the center of gravity of development shifted to space, and the originally desolate west was even more deserted.

The western part of Huaxia Kingdom, Yunshan Administrative Region.

On a low stone house, several teenagers jumped between the buildings, vigorously stepping over the gaps between the houses, and when they encountered high places to low places, they rolled one by one to unload the excess strength, like parkourers, but unlike the parkour runners in the city who made all kinds of exaggerated actions, they did not wear any mechanical bones and protective equipment.

The leader of the group has vigorous hair, but he is sixteen or seventeen years old, and a mighty black mane has grown on both sides of his sideburns, and his movements are not as cool as the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy behind him, but he is smooth and calm, and he does not stomp his feet violently like others in a gap of nearly three meters, but like a nimble cheetah, he jumps over without the slightest blockage.

"Wait for me, Grissan!" At the back of the line, a slightly fat fifteen-year-old boy gasped.

The young man at the head turned around, and the others also stopped and looked at the fifteen-year-old boy.

"The army waits for no one." Grissan's voice had the magnetism of an adult man, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows revealed a calmness that did not match his age, and he replied coldly.

The rest of the teenagers, led by Grissan, did not speak.

"I know." Harrick's face flushed, and he looked at the gap in front of him, which was more than three meters long, and stopped.

"Harric, don't disgrace your father." Grissan said.

Harrick's mind conjured up the majestic appearance of his father in military uniform, folded his hands, and silently recited: "The god of the snowy mountains protects ......."

Grissan frowned slightly, and he wanted to say something, but remembered the freedom of belief promoted by the government in the advertisement, and did not speak.

"Jump!" Someone shouted.

"Jump!"

Harrick took a deep breath, took a stride, kicked the eaves, and leaped to his feet.

"It's over!"

The moment he jumped, Harrick knew he had failed, and the moment he kicked the eaves, his heavy body fell downward, the force of his footsteps could not counteract the pull of his weight, and he looked at his companion on the other side with a sneering or pitying look, and then his gaze shifted downward, falling into the dark houses.

Bang!

The house was relatively low, only four metres high, and Harric had the experience of lifting his legs up and touching the ground with his hips to relieve most of the momentum when he fell, then tumbling and unloading again, sitting on the ground unharmed, except for the ankle grinding off a layer of skin.

Glancing at Harrick from the house, Grissan shook his head, and left with the other teenagers.

The sound of the teenagers leaping and tumbling faded away.

Harrick pinched the fat off his waist and touched his nose. Thanks to his father's generous treatment when he joined the army, he has enjoyed an abundant material life since he was a child, but his father died in the war against the invasion of the Red Flame Empire a year ago, and he woke up from his comfort zone and joined the ranks of other friends to exercise.

"When will you be able to train your muscles......" Harrick muttered as he stood up and patted his buttocks, "You can use potions or modify genes, but you have to practice." ”

At this time, the nanny should have prepared a late-night snack, and Harrick imagined the turkey on the table at home, and couldn't help but feel his stomach cry urgently, and he quickened his pace and walked out of the alley.

As he neared the end of the alley, he jerked to a halt.

In the darkness, with the help of the dim starlight, he saw a young man lying against a wall.

The man was carrying a wine bottle, and he could smell the strong smell of wine from a few meters away, his clothes were disheveled, and when he sensed the arrival of the young man, he only swept it down from the corner of his eye, without raising his head.

Harrick subconsciously touched the most valuable and life-saving thing on his body - the communication watch.

Although the development of the space revolution has created a huge number of jobs, the increase in population and the improvement of machinery correspond to it, and on the whole, the increase in jobs is still less than the increase in population, but it does not matter, with the current agricultural and industrial technology, everyone can live a life with sufficient food and clothing. However, some people who have lost the value of their labor have developed many mental illnesses and always make some extreme moves, and Haric feels that he needs to be careful.

He moved slowly, his eyes fixed on the young man, and the silence around him was terrible, except for the sound of Harric's footsteps.

Walking out of the alley, Harriq swallowed and foamed, then gasped for breath, dripping with sweat, more tired than half an hour of exercise.

"I guess I'm thinking too much." Harric muttered to himself, glancing back at the dark alley, and walking towards the tallest building in the city.

A short time later, a hovercar spotted Harrick, pulled over, and the autonomous intelligence asked: "Do you need transportation services?" Please register at the venue. ”

"Yes, the location is a military apartment." Harrick said.

The hovercar stops and opens the door.

Harrick walked up and suddenly felt someone staring at him, and he turned his head to see the young man standing in the street.

The young man looked at him with blank eyes, carrying an empty wine bottle.

Under the streetlights, Harrick was able to take a closer look at the young people.

The black suit, although messy, is not contaminated with much dust, it is estimated that it is made of high-tech materials, messy hair, should not have been taken care of for a long time, the face is dirty, and the dust is scattered.

"Huh?" Harrick's pupils narrowed slightly, and he saw a visible scar on the man's forehead.

"It can't be a neurotic with a cut in the head, right?" Harrick muttered, "The current technology can't do anything with the brain." ”

The young man stared at Harrick, unable to take his eyes off it, and Harrick looked at it a little unnaturally, turned away, got into the car and closed the door.

Before the car door closed, the young man stood alone under the street lamp, his figure stretched long.

The hovercar flew towards the military apartment, stopped shortly after leaving, and then turned back and came to the young man.

The young man stared blankly at the hovercar.

The car door opened, and Harrick waved at the young man: "Come up." ”

A trace of confusion appeared in the young man's chaotic eyes.

"You can't understand everyone, do you?" "Then I'll have to inform the welfare department." ”

The young man bent over, and Harric's nerves tensed.

Unexpectedly, the young man only bowed, and then squeezed out the vague words from his mouth.

"Thank you."

"It's good to be able to talk." Harrick breathed a sigh of relief.

When the young man got into the car, there was no sour smell as Harrick had expected, just the smell of alcohol.

"Hello, you're in your right mind, aren't you?" Harrick asked.

The young man sat across from Harrick, stunned and puzzled.

"Looks half-stupid." Harrick rolled his eyes and said, "If I send you to a welfare home, your life of eating and drinking will be over." I'm kind enough to see if I can cure you. ”

The young man's lips were slightly open, but he did not speak.

"Why don't you stink?" Harrick wondered.

"Where are you from?"

"How old are you? Have any relatives? ”

"What's the scar on your forehead?"

Faced with a barrage of questions, the young man remained silent, and Harrick rarely met someone to "confide in", tirelessly asked, and then developed his own associations.

"It doesn't stink, is your clothes Fils?"

"I think you look like an Oriental man."

"Have you ever been a soldier? Got a cut on the head and ended up here? ”

“……”

"Dear traveler, the military apartment has arrived." The autonomous driving intelligence sounds a prompt sound.

The car door opened, and Harrick jumped off, then turned and waved at the young man: "Get down." ”

The young man looked at the majestic* oriental apartment in front of him in the car, his eyes still cloudy.

"Come down." Haric urged.

The young man got out of the car.

"Come with me." Harrick said.

As the two walked through the door of the large apartment, the soldier on duty saluted Harrick, then walked out of the sentry box, stood in front of them, and motioned for Haric to reveal the identity of the young man.

"A homeless man." Harrick shrugged.

"Unidentified persons are not allowed to enter the apartment." The soldier said in a deep voice.

"Uh," Harrik scratched his head, and said to the young man, "why don't you wait a minute?" Shall I get you food and bedding? ”

"Harik," said the soldier, noticing the scar on the young man's forehead, "the disabled should be sent to their families, or if they don't have them, to a welfare home." ”

"People are warriors defending the earth, their heads are injured, and no one cares, how can such a hero spend the rest of his life in a welfare home?" Harrick is open-mouthed, mainly to earn face for himself, and he is cheeky.

The soldier raised an eyebrow, gave the young man a serious look, and said no more. I don't know if it's true, but even with a 1 percent chance, the hero can't be desecrated. The battle against the Red Flame Empire was so tragic that some soldiers were missing and could not be found, suffered brain injuries, and became disabled and lived on the streets.

Seeing the soldier's attitude change, Harrick smiled, ran to a small villa, and after a commotion, ran back to the surprised eyes of the nanny.

"Give." Harriq stuffed the cans and bedding into the young people, "You find a place to rest, don't run around, and take you to the government and the hospital tomorrow." ”

The young man took the gift from Harrick and looked at it with a stiff expression.

"Do you know how to eat it?" Uneasy, Harrick took the can, opened it, and handed it to the young man.

"Alas, mom hasn't been back for a long time." Harrick looked back at the nanny looking in front of the villa, and his tone was a little sad, "Dad also sacrificed, just you heard me say so much today, you should understand, right?" ”

Harrick looked up at the young man.

The young man nodded.

"You ......" Harrick was surprised, but when he saw the young man's cloudy eyes, he was deflated and walked towards the cottage.

"Good night."

When Harriq walked into the villa, some inquiries from the nanny were inevitable.

Outside the military community, the young man found a corner, silently ate canned food, covered the bedding and slept.

The soldier on duty straightened his waist and looked resolutely ahead, and in the afterglow, the young man turned over and seemed to sleep soundly.