One hundred and forty-eight life after the war
The capital of Xuya is Dagema, and the streets are lined with dilapidated buildings and houses.
There are also vehicles and pedestrians on the streets, but not too many and nowhere near as bustling as a capital should be.
"This is my home!" Hassan excitedly pointed to a three-story building on the side of the road.
The building was supposed to be four floors, but only half of the walls were left on the fourth floor.
"The fourth floor is gone, but I still have three, don't I?" Hassan was proud.
Wen Rou nodded: "Yes, there is a three-story building in the capital, and you have exceeded eighty percent of the world's people." ”
The men got out of the car, paid for the car, sent the driver away, and followed Hassan into his building.
The house was dirty, messy, and dusty.
Hassan smiled: "In the past, when my wife was there, the house was always cleaned up, and our living room was the most beautiful on the street, and my wife often held parties here. ”
"Where's your wife?" Bunjudo.
Hassan was silent for a moment before saying, "During the civil war, she didn't want to run away with me anymore, so she went with a Frenchman, and her daughter became French nationality. But that's good, at least they weren't hurt by the war, and one of my neighbor's wives died in the war. ”
Wen Rou was about to say something to comfort him, but it seemed that she didn't need to.
"Upstairs, I have a bedroom upstairs in my house, you all live upstairs tonight, and tomorrow I'll take you to Aphnan Keida on Blue Rose Street."
Wen Rou and the three of them went upstairs to find a room to see if there was a place to sleep normally at night.
Hassan went to a nearby store to buy some bread and instant noodles, and Wen Rou was very touched to see Huaxia's instant noodles here.
Hassan said: "Many countries are sanctioning Xu Ya, but fortunately, you are friendly in China and have been providing us with civilian materials, so that the people of Xu Ya did not starve to death in the civil war." Thank you, my friends. ”
Wen Rou had never heard of these things in China, and now she heard that her country was silently helping the residents affected by the disaster, and a sense of pride arose.
The bread is a little dry, and the date has expired for several days, but the instant noodles are still within the expiration date.
Hassan devoured it: "In war, it is good to have food, expired bread is a life-saving straw, and now although it is a little harder, it will definitely get better, and Dagema will definitely become a paradise on earth again." ”
Wen Rou took a bite of expired bread and nodded: "Yes, it will be, if Xu Ya people are as optimistic and tenacious as you." ”
Hassan smiled.
Early the next morning, Hassan took Wenrou to Blue Rose Street to find Afnan.
There is not a single blue rose on Blue Rose Street.
"There were several families living here, and their improved Blue Roses were exported to many countries, and later the street became known as Blue Rose Street," Hassan said. But there is not a single blue rose now, and I am sure that many will bloom here again in the future. ”
Hassan asked the old man, Afnan Keida, who was sitting in front of the dilapidated house.
The old man pointed to an alley.
There are several families in the alley, but the houses are so dilapidated that they are damaged by the war, and only the innermost part is still inhabited.
Hassan went in and asked.
"Afnan's brother Abdullah joined the jihadist group and fought on the northern border. After the end of the civil war, Aphnan went in search of his brother. ”
That is, Afnan is not in Grand Gema.