At night, darkness swept over the city, and the firelight in the gathering place struggled to emit a faint light.

Zhang Tu, with the key in his hand, turned around and left. What came from behind was the sound of surprise at seeing the National Protector Army. In the originally dim street, apart from the firelight, there were already faint lights.

Everything is getting better slowly.

The blue flame emitted by the burning metal gave off an eerie yet real light on the old lighter, illuminating the silent night. Apart from the sound of waves lapping on the shore, there was no other sound by the Yi River.

After crossing the river, Zhang Tu threw away the old truck he was holding and walked endlessly towards the place in his memory. The originally compact small city suddenly enlarged nearly ten times, and many of them had deviated from their original positions.

Thanks to the fact that the old city didn't change much when Zhang Tu left, I was able to familiarly touch those places in my memory.

The original residential building has now turned into a dangerous building, lying on the ground in a mess, like a drunken man who drank too much. There are no rules. However, looking at the completeness of the building, you can clearly identify where it is a real conscientious project. But now, is it a little late?

Oh, Zhang Tu looked at the dazzling array of tents in front of him and felt a little dazed for a moment. Good guy, are you guys here to camp together?

This is also due to the booming economy in recent years, which has resulted in too many young people having time and money to go out and play. Camping is the closest way to nature, so there is no shortage of tents.

And this just put Zhang Tu in trouble. How could he find someone?

Are you yelling like a fool?

Walking leisurely in the middle of the tent, Zhang Tu tried to find his friends, but the bustling crowd, the anxiety of adults, the distress of children, and the gloom of the elderly were all displayed in front of everyone. Everyone seemed to have lost hope. Although the sun would still rise, it was no longer the life they were familiar with.

Not far ahead, people suddenly surrounded the place slowly, like a drop of water splashing from a boiling oil pan. It crackled and became lively in an instant.

"Alas, when will the Chinese people's nature of loving to join in the fun change."

Zhang Tu sighed silently in his heart, looking at the people poking their heads out of the tent one by one, and the flow of people that kept gathering in the past, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

But after getting closer, Zhang Tu's smile gradually disappeared from his face.

"I risked going back upstairs to get my own things. What does it matter to you?" An extremely impatient voice came from the crowd, but it was a voice that Zhang Tu was very familiar with.

Zhang Chunjun, Zhang Tu's high school classmate and best friend for many years, has a perverse and irritable temperament, but the two of them are extremely compatible. They have been picking up girls, skipping classes, staying up all night together, and engaging in gambling and drug addiction for many years. Although they have already married, their irritable personality has not changed.

A thick male voice said: "Now that the world has changed a lot, we don't know when the supply will be restored, so all the items will be distributed jointly by our committee. Do you understand? Young people, you must have an overall view."

"Shit committee, these things belong to us and need to be distributed by you. Everyone is good at enriching their own pockets. My child is crying from hunger. Are you blind?" Zhang Chunjun spat disdainfully.

Zhang Tu managed to squeeze into the innermost circle, which showed how crowded the crowd was, but despite this, they still formed a large enough circle in the field.