Chapter 5: "Stars"

　　 Long Yuehong opened her mouth, as if she wanted to persuade:
　　 "...that's fine too."
　　 Shang Jian Yao sat for a while, brought the dinner plate, walked towards the exit, and handed all the things in his hands to the cafeteria staff who were on duty there.
Outside the "material supply market", fluorescent lamps shed light from the ceiling in orderly intervals, illuminating the road to the rest of the floor. Employees of different ages and genders gather in twos and threes or go to the "activity center" ", or return home with friends, or watch the children running and making trouble.
　　Shang Jianyao walked between them, and quickly left Area C, crossed a street with graffiti walls, and entered Area B, where the rooms are more dense.
　　 In the vast majority of the "living area" of this underground building, there is no concept of architecture. The employees only live in rooms, not houses. Many people who work in the "inner ecological zone" and have seen real beehives often compare themselves with this.
　　 However, the aisles in the rows of rooms are very spacious, paved with milky white smooth stone tiles, which can accommodate at least five or six people side by side.
　　 This is mandatory by the company. It is said to cope with certain emergency situations and avoid congestion at critical moments.
　　 Shang Jian Yao walked for a while and saw his room.
　　 It has no difference in appearance from the left, right, and opposite rooms. The walls are pure black with a certain degree of reflection, and they look a bit deep. The wooden door is red-brown, and there are small four-panel windows next to it.
　　 The only thing that allows Shang Jian Yao to confirm that this room belongs to him is the white number on the door:
　　 "No. 196".
　　 No. 196, Area B, 495th floor.
　　 Shang Jian Yao put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out a brass-colored key, inserted it into the lock of the same color, and twisted it gently.
In the sound of 　　 click, Shang Jian Yao pressed the doorknob with his other hand, pushed forward, and opened the door.
　　 The door of the room only opened halfway and stopped, because the back of it was against Shang Jian Yao's stove.
This is a two-meter-wide, three-meter-deep, and four-meter-high room. A wooden bed that can barely allow Shang Jianyao to straighten his legs while sleeping is placed horizontally at the innermost side, leaving nothing but the foot of the bed and the wall To a gap of 10 cm. 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, there is a separate sink with half a piece of plastic film. On the other side of the sink is a stove with a fume pipe on the top and a cabinet below it.
　　 For the existence of these two supporting facilities, Shang Jian Yao has always been very satisfied, because not all rooms will have them.
This underground building really has too many floors and too many people live. No matter the elevator, or the ventilation system, the drainage system, and the energy supply system, they all face terrible tests. Therefore, not only the elevator has many parts, but also Different areas can only lead to corresponding certain floors, and the ventilation system and the drainage system are also divided into subsystems. Every 15 floors or specific number of floors share a subsystem.
　　 In this way, even if there is a failure, it will only affect a part of the area and will not cause the overall collapse.
　　 Among them, in order to stabilize the drainage system, only a small part of the large number of rooms built by the company were connected to pipelines.
　　Many employees have to line up to wash outside the public toilets in their "blocks". At night and early in the morning, when the energy supply is insufficient, many floors in the living area are very cold.
　　 It is the dream of many employees to be able to finish washing without going out, wrapped in a quilt.
　　 On the other side of the door, under the four-panel windows, there is a fairly solid red lacquered wooden table on which is piled many books, a black absorbent pen and a bottle of ink of the same color.
　　 At this time, the light of the "street lamp" on the street ceiling passed through the window and spilled on the table, making the text on the book surface barely visible.
　　If it is not right between the two fluorescent lamps, the lighting effect is not good, and the business can see Yao without wasting energy quotas, and the reading can be completed by street lamps.
　　The wooden table has its own cabinet, and behind it is a chair with brown-red paint and mottled traces. Behind the chair are two stools that are about to fall apart. They seem to prop up the so-called "living room".
　　 After this "living room" is the horizontal wooden bed.
　　 Shang Jian Yao didn't turn on the lights in the room, because his energy ration was not much, so he had to save a little.
　　 After pulling out the key and closing the door, Shang Jianyao crossed the area illuminated by the street lamp and walked to the dark bedside.
　　 He picked up the pillow stuffed with cereal shells, put it upright against the wall, then leaned on it, lying half-sit down.
　　 In this posture, Shang Jianyao saw the electric wok and rice cooker on the stove at a glance.
　　 They are rusty on the surface and seem to have been used for many, many years.
Since Shang Jian Yao had memories, they were in his own home: one was brought back from the remains of a certain city in the Old World when his father participated in the "Ministry of Security" foreign operations. He gave up the company's distribution in order to obtain this item. Other trophies, the other is that after Shang Jianyao's mother got married, she saved a lot of contribution points and exchanged it from the small market-the new products in the "material supply market" would be a lot more expensive, and they were always in short supply.
　　 This room is not the home in Shang Jian Yao's memory. He remembers that his original home was at No. 28 in Area A on this floor. There were two rooms, one large and one small, and a very narrow bathroom.
　　 This allows Shang Jian Yao to avoid queuing in public toilets when he was a child, and not to smell the strong stench.
　　 However, after his father disappeared and his mother died, the suite was taken back by the company and redistributed to qualified employees. Now this suite was newly assigned when he was admitted to the university and left the orphanage.
　　 In order to save energy, these rooms that were separated later were not equipped with electronic locks. Instead, they used various ordinary locks removed from the remains of the old world cities. In addition, the internal factory produced some.
　　 Shang Jianyao moved his gaze randomly, and looked at the wooden table by the window.
　　 He heard his mother say that this was the meeting when she and his father just got married, and his father bought back wood from the "material supply market" and made it by himself.
　　 This wooden table and the cabinet below it are sold in the clothes sewn by Yao's mother. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com and the two electrical appliances were returned to him after being in the care of the orphanage for three years.
　　 However, Shang Jian Yao can no longer wear the clothes in the cabinet.
　　 Shang Jian Yao closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and squeezed his left and right temples.
　　 He immediately put down his palm and kept the current posture without any more movements.
　　 The whole room became abnormally quiet, and the feeling of darkness seemed to grow deeper.
　　 Shang saw Yao Kao lying there, as if he had fallen asleep.
　　…………
　　 Shang Jian Yao opened his eyes, and not surprisingly saw a wide and empty hall.
　　 This is bigger than the entire "material supply market".
　　 The hall is surrounded by black walls with metallic luster and cold feeling. The upper part is dim, and the top is not visible. I don't know how high it is.
　　 In this dimness, there are countless bright spots of light. They slowly rotate, seeming to form a dreamy river sprinkled with diamonds.
　　 Shang Jian Yao was shocked by this scene again, unable to describe the situation in words.
　　 He can only think of the starry sky pictures shown by the teacher on the screen when he first entered university.
　　 That was the first time he saw the stars.
　　 And now, he seems to be among the stars.
　　 In the center of the hall, the "starlight" spilled, condensed into a fuzzy figure.
　　 The figure stretched out with both hands, maintaining strict symmetry, as if imitating a balance.
　　 The voice of "he" resounded hollowly, echoing throughout the hall, as if conveying the enlightenment given by "the stars":
　　 "One price, three gifts."
　　 "One price, three gifts..."
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