At six o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock woke Luo Fan up on time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He didn't have a habit of lying in bed, so he woke up the first time the alarm went off.

As a matter of routine, he brushed his teeth, washed his face with water again, stroked his messy hair, and patted his face in the mirror to try to refresh himself.

Then he stepped on the creaking floor and walked through the cramped hallway to the small table in the living room and sat down.

There was a plate on the small table, covered with a stainless steel lid, and it was stained with some dust. But instead of rushing to lift the lid, he looked up at a half-fallen plank on the ceiling that had been hung by nails, stood up again, and reached out to plug it up. Staring at the plank, he whispered, "Five, four, three, two, one." ”

As the sound fell, the house suddenly shook violently, and the scattered objects of the whole house clanged. A loud noise of passing trains followed.

After more than ten seconds, Luo Fan raised his head, the wooden board that had just been half taken off was still on it, he nodded with satisfaction, and then sat down and lifted the lid on the plate. There was only a thin slice of bread on it, and half a glass of milk.

Seeing this, Luo Fan's brows furrowed slightly.

With only this amount of bread, it's likely that even my sister won't eat it.

But before he could reach out, the board on the ceiling happened to fall off again, and although there were still nails hanging, a puff of dust still fell.

"Hell!"

Luo Fan had already covered the half glass of milk with his hand for the first time when he heard the voice, but the slice of bread on the plate was not so lucky and was added with ingredients.

With a gloomy face, he picked up the loaf of bread, blew the dust on it, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, then took the half glass of milk, went to one of the rooms, and knocked on the door.

"The door is open."

There was a crisp voice from the small room of only four or five square meters.

Luo Fan pushed open the door, leaned against the door frame, chewed bread in his mouth, and said, "Luo Li, you didn't have breakfast today, did you?" ”

Luo Li didn't look back, shrugged her thin shoulders, her long black hair swayed gently with her movements, revealing her slender waist, and said, "Recently, I've been losing weight and drank half a glass of milk." Lunch is available at noon. ”

"There's no bread again, isn't it?" Luo Fan swallowed the last bite of bread, holding back the dryness of his throat and said hoarsely.

Luo Li didn't answer, but Luo Fan was silent for a while and said: "Today I'll see if I can find another part-time job, you can't eat so little, drink it, how can you study if you don't have the strength." ”

Hearing this, Luo Li turned around and looked at the milk that Luo Fan stretched out for a half sound without moving, and finally took it and took a sip slowly.

Seeing Luo Li drink the milk, Luo Fan turned to leave, and said before leaving the door: "I may come back very late tonight, so you don't have to wait for my door."

"Yes."

Lori still didn't get up, her voice squeezing out before the rusty iron door was shut.

She has to buy time to study, which is the only way she can change the situation, so apart from school and part-time time, Lori's only activity is to study and study.

She knew that she couldn't be hypocritical, and her brother, who was two years older than herself, was telling the truth - if she didn't eat, she wouldn't be able to study, if she couldn't study, she wouldn't be able to get good grades, if she couldn't get good grades, she wouldn't be able to go to college, and if she couldn't go to college, she wouldn't be able to take her brother out of this place.

Therefore, she knew that her brother needed more energy than herself to do manual work, and she couldn't refuse this half glass of milk.

And she also knows that her brother sees herself as a life-changing hope, and why doesn't she want to leave here? Therefore, knowing that if her brother found another part-time job, he might not even have enough time to rest, but she still didn't stop it. She can only work harder and work harder to live up to this heavy expectation.

And as Luo Fan's footsteps gradually disappeared, Luo Li put her whole mind on the book even more, and had no time to think about anything else.

Luo Fan, who walked out of the house, was not in a relaxed mood, but he was not heavy.

On the contrary, he kept pushing himself up. Walking in the dim and muddy light, his mood was as bright as the sun.

There is no day and night in the dungeon, but the biological habit of observing the sunrise and sunset for tens of thousands of years has not been easily changed because of the lack of sunlight.

In the dungeon, the only thing that can be distinguished from day and night is the smiling weather forecast girl on the bus stop sign every day: "Hey, a new day is coming again, the weather is sunny today, it is a good weather suitable for travel." Or: "There will be a heavy rain today, so you should bring an umbrella with you when you go to work, and be careful that you will get sick if you get wet." ”

Of course, these weather forecasts are only useful for the wealthy who live on the ground, and are basically nonsense for the people in the dungeons.

Whether it's sunny or rainy, it's not about dungeons.

Here, there are only the ever-dim lights and the glowing green trees that glow all year round.

Of course, compared to other districts, Area 51 is already quite good for hundreds of districts in the dungeon. The security here is good, the employment rate is okay, at least as long as you are willing to work hard here, you can always get a bite to eat, and you will not starve to death.

But that's all there is to it, and District 51 is no different from the rest of the district.

The same oppressive dome only tens of meters high, the same turbid and smelly air, the same low and cramped buildings, the same noisy, dim alleys with countless thieves, robbers, and prostitutes.

The expressions of the people walking in the streets were numb, and there was no anger in their faces, no hope, nothing but numbness and numbness, and the paleness of not seeing the sun all year round. More than a hundred years is enough time to erase anyone's edges and anger, and the people here have long forgotten the warmth of the sun.

But Luo Fan felt that he was different from these people, and he was still full of hope in his heart, because he had a younger sister, a younger sister who he considered a genius for learning. In all likelihood, she will be admitted to a surface university and thus leave this desperate underground city with him. So, despite working three jobs a day and sleeping less than five hours a day, Luo Fan still feels motivated. Especially with the arrival of the last year of Lori's high school career, the smile on his face gradually increased.

Luo Fan once heard Lori read a poem, and he thought it was well written, so he took it to heart:

We are in the dark

That's because we have our backs to the sun

But our backs are still warm

We know

Just turn around

You can embrace the warmth

The poem is simple and short, and has been widely circulated in the dungeons. It was used as a slogan to encourage those who rose up to resist and those who did not want to leave the sun. But as time passed, when the blood of the sages cooled and dissipated, the poem was gradually forgotten by everyone.

When enthusiasm is lost, it will be replaced by coldness.

When the light is lost, there is only darkness in its place.

But as Luo Fan walked through countless chaotic and dangerous streets, he remembered this poem in his heart, which made his originally heavy steps gradually lighten......