"What is this?" Homer asked.

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

"Hmm." He carefully took 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 facet." The girl corrected, "A beautiful painting. ”

She added slightly defiantly, "If it weren't for it, I'd ...... Turned into a beast. ”

Homer looked at her as he felt his eyes swell, tears rolling in his sockets, and breathing difficult.

A sentimentalist fool, he scolds himself.

He cleared the noise and sighed.

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

"So what?" Sasha re-hid the plastic bag.

"You're trying to tell me it's not what it looks like in the painting? Is there no such picture at all? I know it myself, I know what the city looks like – the buildings, the bridges, the rivers, terrible and empty. ”

"Quite the opposite." Homer said.

"I have never seen a more beautiful place in this city. And you...... You can judge an entire subway based on a single sleeper.

I, perhaps, am not qualified to describe to you what the city is like:

The buildings are taller than any rock, the streets are more boiling than waterfalls, the sky never goes out, and the mist glows......

The city is vain and ever-changing, like every single one of its thousands of inhabitants.

Cities are also crazy and chaotic, and they can combine any incompatible elements and be built 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 his hand 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 atmosphere of the city and experience the story of the city.

He completely forgot that if a person wanted to have such an experience, he had to spend a lifetime getting to know his city. ……

Homer made a deal with the others, and Sasha was escorted across the Hansa cordon, as if she were being escorted to the execution ground.

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

The only thing the two Pavelets stations have in common is their names, they resemble a pair of sisters who have been separated since birth, one growing up in a wealthy family, while the other grew up in a hungry station family or in a tunnel.

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

Short, stocky, polite, cultivated and spotless on the loop, at first glance she reveals her personality – financially minded and stingy.

There are very few people at this time, and perhaps except for the subway staff, everyone will like the Paviletz on the radiation line more than the yin and yang weird and very strict one on the ring line.

The dressing room looked like this: the walls were covered with neat yellow tiles, the floors were covered with non-slip corrugated tiles, the iron cabinets for shoes and clothes were all spray-painted, the winding passages were illuminated by electric lights, and there were two skin-rubbed benches......

Everything inside is ecstatic.

The scrawny, bearded bathhouse attendant gave her a towel—unbelievably white—a small piece of gray soap—and allowed her to lock the latch of the shower cubicle.

Whether it's the little lattice on the towel or the disgusting smell of soap, it's all something from the past, a long, long time ago.

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

Sasha unfastens her overalls and quickly gets rid of them, which are so dirty that they become hard.

Taking off her T-shirt and throwing away her pants, she couldn't wait to run to the rusty hose with homemade sprinklers, opened the hot iron valve, and the hot water poured down......

That's boiling water!

Sasha hurriedly stuck to the wall to avoid being scalded by the splash of boiling water, and then hurriedly went to twist another faucet, finally.

Mix cool and hot water to the right temperature, restrain your inner agitation, and let yourself melt in the water.

The shower cubicle, along with the bubbly hot water, washed away the dust, soot, oil, and blood of Sasha and the others, along with exhaustion, despair, sin, and worry.

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

Sasha examined her unfamiliar feet—wrinkled and pink by blisters, and the white palms she was not used to.

I thought to myself: So Homer shouldn't be sarcastic about her anymore, right? So the men should be able to see her beauty, right?

Maybe Homer was right, and it was stupid to go to Alcohen's ward before she had even cleaned herself up?

Yes, these things are worth learning from her.

Will he notice the drastic changes that have taken place in Sasha?

She slid the valve on, walked to the locker room, and opened the dressing mirror that Homer had given her......

She couldn't take her eyes off it.

The hot water made her relax and stop doubting herself.

The last thing Su Mengfan said to her was not to push her away, but he hadn't fully woken up yet, and that sentence wasn't actually said to her, he just continued to brutally argue with someone in the nightmare.

All she had to do was wait for him to wake up, and in that moment she was going to wait by his side, in order to ......

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

And then what?

There's no point in thinking about the future.

Although he was not a few years older than herself, Sasha was strong enough to feel safe in him, and she could trust him with all her heart.

Sasha thought of Su Mengfan's crazy babbling, and interpreted them as Su Mengfan's search for her, because she was the only one who could calm him down, relieve his burning sensation, and help him find balance.

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

Her oil-stained overalls had been taken to be washed, and she had been brought light blue pants and a turtleneck sweater with holes for her to change.

Sasha, who changed into new clothes, felt that the new clothes were a little narrow, and the exposed lines on the sweater were a little neck-tying, which was not very comfortable.

In addition, as she was escorted back to the military hospital outside the cordon, all the men's eyes followed her, clinging to her pants and sweater.

When she finally got to the place of her single bed, she already wanted to shower again.

Homer wasn't in the room, but she didn't find it boring alone.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and the doctor poked his head in.

"Congratulations, you're ready to visit, he's awake."