June 8, 2039, 13:17.

Duan Ang didn't know how he got to the hospital.

He only felt that his life was like a dream, he grew up somehow, when did his parents leave, suddenly got married and had children, all the experiences were so unreal, he clearly remembered that yesterday, he seemed to be squatting under the pear tree in front of the yard of his hometown, looking up at the white clouds in the sky.

The clouds are so white, the birds fly freely, and he often wants to be a bird, docked on the tree, and occasionally catch two insects to eat, isn't it?

It was as if he had inexplicably broken into this time and space, forcibly placed here, his body and soul were not his, someone was manipulating him and pouring those memories into his brain.

He was awakened by his wife's screams, rushed downstairs with his hot child in his arms, he drove the car, and felt that everything on the road was so dazzling, was the reality real, could it be fake.

Maybe it was just a dream, a nightmare, and when he woke up, he walked home barefoot from under the pear tree, and went to the back of the stove house to wash his face with a handful of well water, and the world became bright and colorful again.

Or is there a certain world, time is constant, everyone is a child, will never grow up, only one acre and three points of land in front of the house, there is no strife, there is no separation, like clouds, like the wind, what's so bad.

Instead of now, he was looking at the corpse of his child, lying on the cold hospital bed, his wife holding him hoarse and wailing, and the pedestrians in the hospital passed by them, sometimes looking at the child, sometimes at him, with a sigh on their faces.

The nurse stuffed him with a few slips and told him to settle the bill. He left, as if back to a day in his childhood, and he was also barefoot through the flow of people, looking up at the expressions on people's faces.

The hospital was full of people, some coughing, some with broken hands; Some held on to their stomachs, and some died on the spot after heat stroke.

The nurse said that the mortality rate of heat stroke has reached 80%, but if the child with air conditioning disease cannot blow the air conditioner, what can be done to prevent heat stroke?

He didn't know, if he had, he wouldn't be here.

He shoved the slip into the window, and when the nurse asked what she said, he opened his mouth and answered nothing.

When he paid the money, he was surprised to find that his hands were not shaking at all, so calm, not like a father who had just lost his child.

Back at his wife's side, she was still crying bitterly.

He raised his hand and patted her on the back, and she suddenly turned her head, her whole face covered with hideous tears.

"It's all you! It's you! Why! ”

She raised her hand and smashed it hard, but he subconsciously didn't hide, her face was scratched by her, but it didn't hurt, maybe people don't know how to hurt, but they are usually too pampered, and it seems to hurt.

He felt a little dizzy and wanted to go back to sleep, but he felt that it was too indifferent to do so, after all, it was his child, why didn't he shed a single tear.

Could it be that he was born so cold?

At about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, they left the hospital, and the wife sat in the passenger seat with the body in her arms, her tears and wails did not stop, but his driving hand was still so steady.

He also took a moment to enjoy the view from the side of the road, and it seemed like dusk, and he felt a little amused when he saw the pedestrians walking down the street sweating profusely, their clothes soaked.

Why do you have to buy a house in the city, why is it so expensive to sell a house, and will the rich die if they make less money? But the poor will die! Not only will he die, but he will die a miserable death, so miserable that there is no place for him in the morgue.

The car quickly drove into the community, but was blocked by the large number of people in front of him, he did not honk, silently waited, his wife did not know when she began to stop crying, perhaps because the tears were dry, and her face had the numbness of being in trouble.

For a long time, there was still a quarrel ahead.

It's hard to imagine that on such a hot day, so many people are willing to brazen around the security booth to argue, he has to go down and have a look.

"I'll take a look."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Duan Ang was shocked by himself.

Because his voice was so hoarse, so hoarse that he could barely pronounce a syllable, that he could not even hear himself.

His wife didn't respond, she seemed to follow, Duan Ang got out of the car, and the rolling heat wave, he suddenly felt that it was not hot at all, but very warm.

Approaching the crowd, he heard the reason for the group of people arguing, it turned out that there was going to be a power outage, their community has two AC districts, Area A is a commercial house, Area C is a single-family villa, you say it's funny, in the same community, only their electricity is out.

You see, if you have money, you can get differential treatment, and you don't even need to talk to the rich people, the property has already helped them settle down, and the rest of the people, what does it have to do with the property?

Duan Ang has never hated the rich, he came out of a mountain village and devoted himself to the civil engineering industry, relying on his own skills. He relies on physical strength and technology, while the rich rely on his brains and family assets, and he is not a person on the same road, so he has no hatred.

But if someone insists on bringing this thing to him to show, not just to show it, but to choke his neck and kill him, then what should he do, what can he do?

Rush up and ask for his life?

Don't be naïve.

After winning the battle, losing the money, the adult world is all about compromise, without the slightest impulse.

He turned around and went back to the car, went around to another entrance, parked the car in the basement, let the air conditioner on, he went upstairs first to see, there was a real power outage.

When he came back, he had already taken two thin quilts and some water and food in his hands.

"There's a power outage at home, let's be here first."

Covering his wife and son with a quilt and putting water and food on her side, Duan Ang looked at her haggard face and leaned over and kissed her forehead.

She was still numb, her eyes staring down blankly, like a soulless exorcist, bored with everything in the world.

After nightfall, he lay in the driver's seat, thinking that he would be able to fall asleep easily, but his spirit was surprisingly clear, and everything that happened today was replayed in his mind, but he still didn't want to cry, and he was so cold that he was afraid.

How can people be like this, they keep saying that they love them, but looking at that cold little corpse, they can't even shed a tear!

It was 2 o'clock in the morning on June 9.

He walked out of the basement in agony, breathing in the warm air outside, his chest filled with a great deal of injustice, resentment, and resentment.

The entire community was without power, and not a single light was on in the dozens of floors, so there were people everywhere in the community, and there were shouts, shouts, and smashing sounds.

Duan Ang walked out again, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the most ridiculous scene in his life.

Countless people smashed the glass windows of the villa area with stones, steel pipes and other things, and he stood in the darkness and saw the chaotic scene in the dimly lit beauty.

There is a saying that when the tide goes out, you know who is swimming naked. It can also be said that after the power went out, I realized that some people are really privileged.