Long Yuehong opened her mouth, as if she wanted to persuade:

“…it’s good.”

Shang Jianyao sat for a while, served the dining plate, walked towards the exit, and handed over everything in his hand to the canteen staff on duty there.

Outside the "Material Supply Market", fluorescent lights are radiating from the ceiling in an orderly manner, illuminating the roads leading to the rest of the floor. Employees of different ages and genders gather together in groups, or heading to the "activity center", or returning home together, or watching the children run and play endlessly.

Shang Jianyao walked between them and soon left Area C, walked through a street with walls and graffiti, and entered Area B, where rooms were denser.

Most of the "living area" in this underground building do not have the concept of architecture. The employees only live in rooms, not houses. Many people who work in the "internal ecological area" and have seen real beehives often compare themselves.

However, the aisles in the rows of rooms are spacious, covered with milky white sleek tiles, which can accommodate at least five or six people walking side by side.

This is mandatory by the company, and it is said to be to deal with certain emergencies and avoid congestion at critical moments.

Shang Jianyao walked for a while and saw his own room.

It has no difference in appearance from the room on the left and right and opposite sides. The walls are pure black and have a certain reflectivity, and it looks a bit deep. The wooden door is brown and red all over, and there are small four-grid windows next to it.

The only thing that allows Shang Jianyao to confirm that this room belongs to him is the white number on the door:

"No. 196".

No. 196, Area B, Floor 495.

Shang Jianyao put his hand into his pocket, took out a brass-colored key, inserted it into the lock of the same color, and twisted it gently.

In the crackling sound, Shang Jianyao pressed the door handle with his other hand, pushed it back, and opened the door.

The door stopped halfway through the opening because it was behind it against Shang Jianyao's stove.

This is a room that is two meters wide, three meters deep and four meters high. A wooden bed that can barely allow Shang Jianyao to straighten his legs when he sleeps is placed horizontally inside. There is only a gap of less than 10 cm between the foot of the bed and the wall. Of course, no furniture can be placed here, but expansion screws are embedded on the wall, and two sets of monotonous and simple clothes are hung.

Next to them is a separate sink with half a piece of plastic film. On the other side of the sink is a stove with a gas fume pipe above and a cabinet below.

Shang Jianyao has always been very satisfied with the existence of these two supporting facilities, because not all rooms will be available.

This underground building has too many floors and has too many people living in it. Whether it is the elevator, ventilation system, sewer system, and energy supply system, they all face terrible tests. Therefore, not only have many parts of the elevator, which are divided into different areas and can only lead to a corresponding certain floor, but the ventilation system and sewer system are also divided into subsystems, and each 15 floors or a specific number of floors share a subsystem.

In this way, even if there is a failure, it will only affect some areas and will not cause overall collapse.

Among them, in order to stabilize the drainage system, only a small number of rooms built by the company were connected to the pipeline.

Many employees have to queue outside the public toilets in their "block" to wash, and at night and early morning, when energy supply is insufficient, many floors in the living area are very cold.

It is the dream of many employees to be able to wash up without going out and wrap in a quilt.

On the other side of the door, under the four-cage window, there is a fairly solid red painted wooden table with many books piled up on it, a black water-absorbing pen and a bottle of ink of the same color.

At this time, the light of the "street light" on the street ceiling passed through the windows and sprinkled on the table, making the text on the surface of the book barely visible.

If it is not just between two fluorescent lights and the lighting effect is not good, Shang Jianyao can do without wasting energy quotas and complete reading with street lights.

The wooden table comes with a cabinet, and behind it is a backrest chair with brown and red paint and many mottled marks. Behind the backrest chair are two stools that are about to fall apart, as if they are supporting the so-called "living room".

Behind this "living room" is the wooden bed placed horizontally.

Shang Jianyao did not turn on the lights in the room because he didn't have much energy distribution, so he had to save some money.

After unplugging the key and closing the door, Shang Jianyao walked through the area illuminated by the street lights and walked to the dark bed.

He picked up the pillow stuffed with the crust of the grain, placed it upright to the wall, then leaned up and lie half and half sitting.

In this posture, Shang Jianyao saw the electric wok and rice cooker placed on the stove at a glance.

Their surface is rusty and seems to have been used for many years.

Since Shang Jianyao had memories, they were at home: one was brought back from the ruins of a city in the old world when his father participated in the "Ministry of Security" external operations. In order to ask for this item, he gave up other spoils allocated by the company. The other was that Shang Jianyao's mother had saved up for a long time and exchanged them for the small market. The new products in the "Material Supply Market" would be much more expensive and always insufficient.

This room is not the home that Shang Jianyao remembers. He remembers that his original home was No. 28, Area A, this floor, which has two rooms, one large and one small, and also has a very narrow bathroom.

This made Shang Jianyao not have to queue up in public toilets when he was a child or smell the rich stench.

However, after his father disappeared and his mother died, the house had been taken back by the company and reassigned to qualified employees. Now this house was newly assigned by him when he was admitted to university and left the orphanage.

In order to save energy, these rooms separated later did not provide electronic locks, but used various ordinary locks removed from the old world city relics. In addition, some were produced by internal factories.

Shang Jianyao's eyes moved casually and looked at the wooden table by the window.

He heard from his mother that when she and her father got married, they saved money and bought wood from the "material supply market" and made it by themselves.

This wooden table and the clothes that Shang Jianyao's mother sewned in the cabinet below it, along with the two electrical appliances, were returned to him after being held in the orphanage for three years.

However, Shang Jianyao could no longer wear the clothes in the cabinet.

Shang Jianyao closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and pinched his left and right temples.

He then put down his palm, maintained his current posture, and no longer had any movement.

The whole room became extremely quiet, and the dim feeling seemed to be getting deeper.

Shang Jianyao lay there, as if he had already entered a deep sleep.

…………

Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and saw a wide and empty hall just by chance.

This is even bigger than the entire "material supply market".

The hall was surrounded by a black wall with a metallic luster, giving people a cool feeling. It was dark above, and the top was not visible, and it was unknown how high it was.

In this dim darkness, countless bright spots of light were densely covered with. They slowly turned, as if they formed a dream river full of diamonds.

Shang Jianyao was once again shocked by this scene and could not describe the situation in front of him in words.

He could only think of the starry sky pictures that the teacher showed to everyone when he first entered university.

That was the first time he saw the starry sky.

And now, he seemed to be among the stars.

In the center of the hall, "stars" scattered, condensing into a blurred figure.

The figure spread out his hands, maintaining strict symmetry, as if imitating a balance.

The voice of "his" sounded empty and echoed throughout the hall, as if conveying the revelation given by the "stars":

"One price, three gifts."

"One price, three gifts..."
Chapter completed!