But now, he was in charge of raising the newborn.
When Roland yawned and got up from the bed, the ladder for falling was still set aside, and it was already bright outside the blinds.
He was clearly wearing clothes when he fell, but now there is only one pair of boxer shorts left. Is this caused by the inertia of the subconscious? It seems that the dream will continue for a period of time after I leave, until I fall asleep normally, and every time I enter the dream, it is guaranteed to be just when I wake up... This is too formalized!
He decided to choose this escape at midnight, to see if he could eliminate this unconscious action, which was akin to sleepwalking.
In addition, the sequelae of not getting enough sleep also came. Roland felt that he didn't look like a person who had just woken up from sleep. His eyes were astringent, his forehead was swollen, and he couldn't help yawning to count the time there. He hadn't slept for more than 20 hours in a row.
Maybe I'll have to take a nap later.
Putting on his short sleeves and walking into the living room, he saw the small figure again.
"Why did you get up so early today?" Zero looked a little surprised, "I haven't started making breakfast yet... Wait for me in the living room, I'll go right now."
It could be seen that she had just woken up, her long white hair that had not been taken care of was scattered on her shoulders in a mess, and a few strands of hair were curled up, and she looked like a different person in peace. She is still wearing that light blue dress and white stockings. If I remember correctly, the little girl has not changed her clothes for three days. Judging from her clean and tidy bedroom, it is definitely not because she is lazy or not too dirty, it is only possible There are not many clothes to change.
For some reason, Roland suddenly felt a sadness in his heart.
Not just for her, but for myself.
Thinking of the three hundred... No, two hundred and fifty dollars in his purse, he felt incredible. One is the main reason for the appearance of the dream, and the other is the creator of the dream world. The two people who can be called the creation of the world have fallen to such a level, which is no longer a miserable word to describe.
This is not the way to go. Whether it is buying books or exploring the world, money is an essential thing. He had to find a way to get a stable income, otherwise more than 200 yuan, aside from food and utility bills, would not even be enough to take a taxi.
Just when Roland was thinking about how to make money, Zero was already busy.
She lightly lit the stove with her hands and feet, put oil in a hot pan, cracked the eggs with one hand, and sprinkled the flowing egg liquid into the pan. Although the strength is not enough to turn the pot, but moving a small spatula up and down, the effect is not much worse than shaking the iron pot.
With the sizzling sound of hot oil, the tempting aroma of fried eggs soon filled the living room.
Due to the limitation of living expenses, the breakfast did not change much. This time, two fried dough sticks and a fried egg were still served, while Zero's own had one less.
"Did you buy the fritters yesterday?" Roland took a bite and found that it was not so crispy anymore.
"Of course," Zero muttered, "the last batch at the stall at night is very cheap. Sometimes the boss will give me the flour dumplings that are not used up, and I can make several fried dough sticks."
He asked in surprise, "Is it the same when you're at home?"
"Almost," the little girl shook her head and didn't say much, as if she didn't want to mention her family. After breakfast, she simply dressed up, carried her schoolbag and walked to the door, "Old rules, uncle, I won't be back at noon, you wash the dishes."
"Ah, go, be careful on the road." Roland nodded.
Zero couldn't help being stunned, and after a while, she hummed and closed the door and left.
Okay, now it's time to take a good count of your family property.
Roland went back to the bedroom, turned over the bedside table and wardrobe from head to toe, and sorted out all his belongings.
The first is the wallet. In addition to the two hundred yuan, there is also an ID card and a bank card. How shabby it is. Of course, he threw the expired lottery tickets directly into the trash can, even if he could win, it would have exceeded the redemption time, not to mention that he did not believe that such a small probability event would fall on his head.
The second is a mobile phone. The contact list is actually empty. The only valuable information is the income and expenditure reminder of the bank card. It can be seen that at the end of each month, the Zero family will call in a sum of 1,500 yuan for living expenses. Now there are only twelve yuan left in the card, and there are still four days before the next remittance date.
Finally, there are a few pieces of jewelry. The material looks like gold. I don't know if it is true or not. It is probably prepared for marriage? If you sell all these to the gold shop, you can probably recover about a thousand yuan, which is an emergency fund.
These are all the wealth at his disposal.
It didn't help the current situation, Roland sighed and turned his attention to the furnishings in the utility room.
He opened the door at the end of the residence and looked at the old items placed inside.
A bicycle full of dust and cobwebs and a sewing machine are estimated to sell for 30 to 40 yuan. After all, they are made of iron, especially the latter. It is very difficult for a person to carry them. And that big iron gate, if it is considered scrap iron, it can probably be bought for more than 100 yuan? Maybe he wouldn't put this money in his eyes at all in normal times, but now it's precious.
If you go to a used bookstore to buy outdated textbooks, more than 100 yuan is enough to buy a set of old books in all disciplines.
Thinking of this, he decided to do it.
In the small advertisement posted in the stairwell, Roland remembered that there was a call for recycling, but before that, he had to wipe these things down.
If it looks clean, maybe it can sell for more money.
After panting to drag his bicycle and sewing machine to the living room, he noticed something was wrong.
The thick iron door didn't seem to be leaning against the wall of the utility room, but was built into the wall!
Heck, which bastard did this? You must know that this wall is the outer wall of Tongzilou. Is the door placed here to facilitate suicide
And there's a lock on the door pretentiously!
Wait... he remembered that there were indeed two keys on the keychain
Roland immediately took the key and inserted the other piece into the keyhole, which fit perfectly.
With a click, the rust-covered lock popped up and fell off the latch.
He didn't bother to pick up the broken lock, pull the door open, and forcefully open the iron door.
A cold wind mixed with snowflakes poured into the room, making him in short-sleeved pants shiver a few times.
There was a snow scene behind the iron gate!
Against the backdrop of the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance, a gray-brown city is faintly visible. It is built along the mountain walls on both sides and surrounds itself in a large gap. A towering building stands in the center of the city, standing like a pillar to the sky in the howling cold wind.
Even if Roland saw it for the first time, he immediately realized where this place was.
"The New Holy City of Hermes".
A fortress city built on the break of the Imperish Mountains.
It is also a symbol of the strength and indomitability of the church.