Compared with food and water, the targets of this Jingyuan loot are mainly tools and some sundries for daily use.

Wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, batteries, flashlights, files, pots and pans, toilet brushes, cutlery... He found a lot of stuff.

He selected useful and usable things from them, took a few iron basins, put all the gadgets such as wrenches into his bag, and took away the batteries regardless of the model, as long as there was no flatulence, and most of the flashlights were broken because of the water, but luckily, he still found one that could be used, brushes and knives and forks and other things, and he also installed some.

Soon the travel bag was stuffed and bulged, and this trip was still full of harvest.

He thought about it, picked up a bucket of bottled water for the water dispenser, and planned to go back to boil some hot water and take a shower.

Of course, no one here would care about his image and personal cleanliness, after all, he had traveled for several days and had not met a single living person.

He can live as much as he wants, even if he runs naked on the street, the police will not suddenly appear, handcuff him, and invite him to the police station for tea.

But after finally surviving the heavy rainstorm and letting it clear, he still wanted to take care of it.

He doesn't have a habit of cleanliness, but a normal person always has to take a shower two or three times a week, but so far, for 10 days, he hasn't even washed his head, which is really a bit unbearable.

He was about to leave, and looked back at the little girl, who was still addicted to the yo-yo, repeatedly throwing the ball and collecting it, and this little toy became a source of her happiness.

It was similar to the first time Jing Yuan got the yo-yo, he clearly remembered that day, he didn't even turn on the TV, and played alone with his "blue wolf" in the courtyard of the farmhouse dam until dark, alternating between his left and right hands, and the index and middle fingers of both hands were strangled marks, and the pain was blackened.

He loved that little toy so much that he had to put it next to his pillow even when he slept, and patted it to say goodnight, buddy, and we'll see you tomorrow.

Even if Sunday passes, when he is going to school, he has to stuff the yo-yo into his school bag, and he is constantly fiddling with it in class, and he has to take it out to play after class, and the other students in the class are around him, watching him play, which by the way also satisfies his vanity.

It's a wonderful memory, I remember that for a long time, he was inseparable from his partner, and he had to take it with him wherever he went.

Since when has it not been oiled again?

Come to think of it, I've forgotten where it was placed, maybe it will fall early...

Kyungwon sighed, put down the bucket on his shoulder, ran to the toy area again, and found a new yo-yo to put in his pocket.

Anyway, he doesn't have anything to do to pass the time all day long, and it's good to play ball.

Let's go back, take a hot shower, wash your clothes and pants by the way, brush your shoes clean, take them to dry, and you should be able to dry them tomorrow.

Tomorrow afternoon, I will come to the supermarket to move supplies, and then I will start to prepare for the move.

One last look at the little girl, she is obsessed with playing, and she doesn't seem to want to be disturbed.

But just leaving without saying hello is not very polite.

She retains some of her human subconscious, and may be offended by his unrelenting behavior.

It's hard to have a good relationship with her, if the good atmosphere between the two is lowered back because of this small negligence, it will be worth the loss.

So Kyungwon tapped his finger on the metal pole of the shelf, and the crisp sound attracted the little girl's attention.

"I'm leaving, tomorrow, and if nothing happens tomorrow, I'll be back." Kyungwon said.

She didn't seem to understand Kyungwon's words, she just stared blankly.

There was no way, Jing Yuan pointed to the door of the supermarket, and then compared his two fingers to a running motion, indicating that he was leaving.

Still unresponsive, she lowered her head and continued to play with the yo-yo in her hand.

Kyungwon shrugged and squeezed out the door, and after a few minutes, his figure had disappeared around the supermarket.

The little girl is still playing with the ball, and if Kyungwon is still here, she will find that she is practicing a move.

A very simple move is to throw the ball sideways, then swing to the left, and then use the left index finger as a support point, so that the ball will spin to the right and the bearing will land on that straight line.

Then to shorten the distance between the two hands, the yo-yo and the loose string will fall due to gravity, and then tighten the rope hard, the ball will bounce up, as long as the falling ball is caught, the ejection action is completed.

This is an entry-level move, and with a little practice, even beginners can learn it quickly.

But for little girls, it seems a little hard.

She had practiced to catch the ball in the first spin, but she couldn't catch the bouncing ball.

She tried repeatedly, and after Kyungwon left the supermarket, more than ten minutes passed, and finally, she succeeded and completed the ejection action completely and coherently!

As if she wanted to show off to someone, she looked up.

However, there are only toppled shelves, cracked concrete floors and collapsed load-bearing columns.

All you can hear around is the sound of ticking water, and the rain on the eaves dripping down the steel bars and cracks in the walls.

The vines supported her to wander around the supermarket, and she showed the zombies in the supermarket one by one the "catapults" that she had learned so hard.

But the zombies who act instinctively can only hear the wind of the yo-yo spinning, and these rotten and ugly guys probably mistakenly think that the spinning ball is some kind of moving creature.

They stuck out their long pointed nails and scratched at the metal ball, even trying to bite with their jet-black fangs.

The yoyo fell off as they grabbed at it, and the ball rolled off her palm, eventually coming to rest in a narrow, dark crack in the wall.

The zombies became noisy because of this ball, you catch me, I catch you.

But suddenly, they were quiet, following some order, and lined up to walk out from the narrow entrance of the supermarket.

The black vines behind the little girl stretched like snakes into the crack in the wall, picking up the yoyo.

She played around for a while, but quickly stopped and moved to the door.

She didn't go out, just stood there, watching the clouds change far away, watching the sky turn orange as the setting sun went down, and the stars and the moon reflected in her obsidian eyes.

It seems that she has always looked like this, and has experienced many days and nights, and has experienced many sunny, cloudy, rainy and snowy days.

The world is supposed to be immutable, it should be so quiet, and she is just as immutable, just as quiet.

The night was as quiet as a thousand nights that had passed, until the humming echoed, and she no longer looked at the moon and the stars, but quietly, silently at the spinning ball.