To put it mildly, He Min was finally sent away, and as the last headlights were gone, Zhang Youzhi's world returned to black.

It was already too late, and even the lanterns on both sides of the strait were extinguished.

After walking to the stone bridge, Zhang Youzhi picked up a house key given to her by He Min, and carved a few words with all his strength on the edge of the bridge where the two of them had a lighter and ate egg yolk pie.

"I am terminally ill and my time is short, so I should be motivated and live well."

The key was then thrown into the Tsuru River under the bridge.

Zhang Youzhi climbed down the bridge hole, packed up his equipment, found a rope, rolled everything into the quilt given by He Min, tied it into three horizontal and two bundles, and carried it on his body, and then climbed up.

Run, must run.

Do not add cause and effect unless necessary.

After tossing back and forth, the sky was already bright again.

Zhang Youzhi carried all his family property on his back, greeted the dawn, and continued to walk forward.

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Countdown to life.

10 days.

Zhang Youzhi's physical condition deteriorated again, and he was forced to stop wandering meaninglessly, and found a place to live for the second time.

This time it was an abandoned garbage recycling site, and there was a tent that looked pretty good, and Zhang Youzhi lived in it after repairing it.

He didn't spend any of the more than 1,000 yuan left on his body, and he carried it all in his bag for emergency, in fact, Zhang Youzhi didn't know if he still had a so-called urgency.

Obviously it was the beginning of July, and the weather in Hecheng had a cold wave, which was unheard of, after a torrential rain, the temperature in Hecheng had fallen to more than ten degrees, mixed with the north wind of the Siberian cold wave, which froze him like a grandson.

Hermione sent clothes just a thin shirt and trousers. It didn't work much, but the quilt in his hand saved his life.

It's July, and he really didn't expect Hecheng to be so cold.

Maybe it was good luck, he picked up a fairly complete military coat, and he didn't bother to scrub it, so he shook the ashes and draped it on his body.

The legs and feet are still cold, but there is really nothing I can do.

This nondescript summer, if it is placed in the past, Zhang Youzhi must be very happy. Generally speaking, on such days, the small company he joins will give him a day or half a day off.

In fact, compared with the hard needs of eating, sleeping, and keeping warm, Zhang Youzhi's biggest "enemy" is the ubiquitous well-wishers.

Without a map navigation light, he couldn't tell where he was, and he couldn't even be sure if he was still in the city of Tsurujo.

In addition, Zhang Youzhi's tent also lived a lame gray cat, the kitten's right forefoot was half rotten, and it looked like it had just been weaned, and the female cat could not be found.

The cat was found by him in a tire shell, hiding very well and nesting in it.

Zhang Youzhi put it in the pocket of his military coat and brought it back. After disinfecting and bandaging the little gray cat, Zhang Youzhi can be regarded as having a temporary companion.

In fact, he knew that this cat might not survive himself.

The infection was too serious, and when I found liquor for disinfection, I saw that the kitten was biting and struggling in pain, Zhang Youzhi pressed it and barely completed the disinfection work, and the bandaging was also half-hanging, and there was no qualified gauze and iodophor in his hand at all.

What's more, this gray kitten is hungry and skinny.

Considering the tradition of naming according to the coat color, Zhang Youzhi named the little gray cat - Gray Kitten!

"Little Ash, try to live a few more days, let's go together." Zhang Youzhi touched its cat's head, and the gray kitten shrank its head in fear.

When it was disinfected before, it really hurt the cat to make a psychological shadow.

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Countdown to life.

9 days.

Zhang Youzhi felt that he was in a good state today, so he went out to find a tape, repaired the broken part of the tent to prevent rain leakage, and bought a few ham sausages to improve the food.

"I knew that I had taken away the dog food that Yuyu bought, and it was useless for her to keep it, maybe this cat loves to eat it."

Zhang Youzhi looked at the gray kitten who was biting the sausage and sighed regretfully.

Like Zhang Youzhi, the gray kitten is also in good condition, he can already jump around in the tent with a limp, and he is not afraid of him, Zhang Youzhi did not let it out of the tent, and the living environment outside is too bad, so he will be closed first.

It looks like the cat may outlive itself.

"It's a good thing to live a few more days."

It's just that as soon as he dies, he becomes a stray cat again.

Zhang Youzhi was not idle today, and found a temporary coffin for himself - an abandoned one-meter-diameter cement pipe.

The place where the bodies were stored has always been an important issue for him to consider.

Cool, ventilated, waterproof, anti-corrosive, will not smell.

Isn't this better than a wooden coffin?

Zhang Youzhi found some hay to cover the cement pipes with a sense of ceremony, so that it would not be hard when lying down, and planted a small black flag on it to facilitate the staff who collected the corpse to find him. Finally, two straw curtains were hung on both sides of the cement pipe to block the view to prevent accidental intruders from discovering their bodies.

After doing all this, it was raining again, and Zhang Youzhi could only be forced to return to the tent, holding the gray kitten and writing his suicide note.

Talking about the suicide note, it is actually to explain the follow-up treatment of this gray cat to the white company.

Just when Zhang Youzhi was hiding in the tent with his kitten, a homeless man with a rickety figure walked in from the outside of the recycling yard, carrying a mineral water bottle and sack, along the corner.

The homeless man hung the tattered rain hat on his head on the iron fence, and walked around the tattered tent with ease, placing the bag in the far clearing, and finally walked straight to the half-left tin canopy.

The layout of the recycling yard is mostly a courtyard clearing, with Zhang Youzhi's tent living in the middle of nowhere, and a half-collapsed tin canopy.

Considering the risk of the canopy collapsing, Zhang Youzhi did not move the tent and continued to live in the open air.

As he passed by the rotten tent, the homeless man snorted.

How does it feel that this rotten tent that he abandoned and didn't use has become a little more branchy? It seems to have been fixed a lot.

It was too cold, and he had to hurry back to his place.

Zhang Youzhi fell asleep in the tent, and the gray kitten next to him meowed twice when he heard the movement outside the tent, but unfortunately he neither woke up Zhang Youzhi nor let the people outside hear.

The inside of the tin canopy was full of scattered tires, some of which were neatly stacked into a tire wall, and it was this tire wall that covered the discarded thick mattress that you couldn't find without walking over to see it.

The mattress is Simmons', very old and big, and very clean.

Discarded tires are stacked into a tripod and squeezed into the mattress against the wall to form a separate small bedroom.

The homeless man draped his soaked clothes over the tires to dry, opened the socket next to the mattress, and plugged in the small electric blanket on the mattress.

There were several neat quilts on the mattress, and a large plastic basin was just stuffed in the middle of a tire on the side, and many empty boxes of shampoo were placed in the plastic basin.

Apparently picking up a bottle and using a bottle.

The homeless man took off his mud-stained shoes, replaced them with a pair of clean slippers, picked up the towel that had been folded next to him, shook it open a bucket and dipped it in some water, and began to wipe his body.

His beard and eyebrows were long, and his hair was long, but not messy, and it was clear that the pile of empty shampoo bottles kept him in place.

It's just that he looks old, forty or fifty years old. But the spirit is much better than that of Zhang Youzhi, who is in his twenties, and his eyes are bright.

After cleaning up, he boiled a kettle of water for himself with an electric kettle, tore open a packet of instant noodles and devoured it, and after eating, he looked at the remaining noodle soup in the bowl, as if he suddenly remembered something, and got up and searched around.

"Where's my cat?" The homeless man wondered.

He knew that the lame cat would not live long, but he didn't want to go out for two days, and the kung fu cat was gone.

Called the rat to take it away?

The homeless man simply returned to the "bedroom" and fell asleep on the mattress.

For a moment, a thunderous snort sounded, only to be buried by the sound of raindrops.