Chapter 1

The whole world is dim.

Several beams of dim and weak sunlight narrowly passed through the gaps of dense clouds and projected onto the dense buildings in Xiacheng.

The magnificent, well-planned building looks very uniform in the sun.

But the overly coordinated style and color always exude a special taste, so stiff and heavy.

The flashing neon and lights in the street scene, against the intertwined colors of sunlight and street lights, the whole street is glowing with a metallic dark yellow.

There are exquisite carved lampposts on both sides of the road, and there are no vehicles or pedestrians on the spacious eight-lane street, which looks a bit deserted.

Even if the beautiful neighborhood scenery is eye-catching a thousand times, when the sky is full of yellow sand, everyone who is smart knows to stay in a cafe or in a car, so that they will not be blinded by the coming sandy weather and stain their clothing. .

Amidst the yellow sand, an electric motor drove up on the deserted street and drove the young man stubbornly against the wind, like an ant running through the world.

The yellow wind messed up his hairstyle, and the lens of his sunglasses was covered with dust.

A well-proportioned figure wears a close-fitting light blue short sleeve, black Korean casual pants, a pair of dusty pointed leather shoes, looks youthful and fashionable.

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Xiacheng is located in the north, on the verge of a desert environment. Years of greening projects and environmental renovation have made this kind of dust storm a rare occurrence in a few years.

The scale of this sandstorm today is not like the past that the sky filled with dark dust and yellow sand covered the world into the darkness, but it is still like a dim yellow swallowing behemoth, invading the city.

Near the outskirts of Nanhe, there are gradually rushing pedestrians on the road. Most of them are people living in the middle and lower classes of the city. They are still busy with the wind and sand.

The electric car stopped at the entrance of a grain and oil store in the suburbs. When Xu Ran patted the heavy sand on his body, he seemed to be a native who rolled in the sand, a new outfit changed into an old outfit.

The owner of the grain and oil store is a widowed middle-aged man who is only 47 or 18 years old and has experienced the vicissitudes of life, but he likes to be called He Bo.

After Xu Ran entered the store, the wrinkles on He Bo's face when he smiled became deeper: "Xiao Ran, the rent for the warehouse is about to expire this month. If you are tense, then give it to me again next month. !"

"Thanks, Bo He!"

He is kind and always caring about Xu Ran. Don't say more words of gratitude, just remember it in your heart.

While speaking, He Bo lifted a bag of flour and a bag of rice that had been prepared for Xu Ran to the electric car together.

He didn't talk much, and Xu Ran didn't chat too much. After thanking him, he pushed the electric car to the Nanhe Orphanage, which was three hundred meters away diagonally.