On the simple stove, the water that had just been boiled was bubbling and bubbling.

Huaguo and Muji had spent some effort over the past few days to tidy up the basement that they were going to stay in for the time being.

Not only were there a few more tables and chairs, but there were also a few more furry blankets and bedding.

Bright orange lights illuminated the room. On the table, there was a vase of some unknown wild flowers. Nobody knew where they came from.

In Meteor Street, compared to food, such flowers were even harder to find.

He had no idea where they had found it.

There was an aluminum lunch box with two holes and a few lidded seasonings. These pots, bowls, ladles, and basins were all 'mixed' from the relatively intact houses on the way here.

District One was indeed different.

Not only was the surrounding environment clean, but the electricity and water in the house were also available.

Huaguo looked at the two people who were either lying or sitting not far away. "Wuji, the water is boiling. Help Shimura scrub."

Although they didn't like this place, they could only settle down temporarily because Shimura was injured.

Because it had been a long time since they came into contact with electricity and the internet, Huaguo had been rummaging through the equipment that he had packed up previously. He poked at it, hoping to receive a response from the Star Point.

However, the screen was so dark that it could clearly reflect people's figures. It still didn't look like it was working normally.

"Shimura's fever seems to have subsided."

Wuji carefully helped the child scrub once. After wrapping him tightly with a blanket, he carefully touched his forehead.

"Really?" Huaguo also came over to check. "It seems like he has survived."

He had clearly seen how injured he was before. Now that he thought about it, he was really lucky.

It should be said that Shimura's will to live was really frightening. With such a serious injury, Huaguo thought that he wouldn't be able to make it. Although he helped him apply medicine every day, it was impossible to say that he wasn't surprised to see his breathing become more stable day by day.

At this moment, the high fever that had not subsided for days had also subsided. Although he was still unconscious, he should wake up soon.

"Let's cook something."

Although there was no rice or flour, there was still ready-made dry bread. After tearing it up and mixing it with some water and some seasonings, it could be cooked into a pot of paste.

Although it didn't taste very good, it definitely wouldn't taste bad.

After thinking for a while, Huaguo cut another green onion and sprinkled some pepper into it. He tasted it and said, "Hmm, should I get you a bowl first?"

"Okay, half a bowl is enough." Wuji had just had breakfast, so he was not very hungry.

He reached out and took the wooden bowl that was handed to him. The aroma of the food was indeed able to make people feel at ease. He slowly drank a mouthful of the hot soup, and his whole body relaxed a lot.

Just as he was about to eat, he saw Huaguo collect a batch of food from the pocket world. It wasn't much, but it should be enough to feed the three of them for a week.

After carefully sealing and protecting the food, he stuffed it into a box behind the cabinet.

"What's wrong?"

"Shimura should be waking up soon. I thought that it would be better to take something that can be stored easily and put it outside." Huaguo didn't raise his head. "Do you remember how long we have been here?"

Wuji sighed and looked at the wall behind him. There were traces of small stones on the wall, and there were two signs behind the word "Zheng".

"Twelve days."

Shimura had been unconscious for a week.

At first, when he saw his bloody appearance, Huaguo would have been frightened if he hadn't felt the faint breath at the end.

However, after bandaging the wound and cleaning the bloodstains on his body, he found that it was not as serious as he had thought.

When Shimura woke up, he saw the orange-yellow ceiling lamp hanging above his head.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of food. Compared to the cup noodles he had tasted in Wuji, the aroma was lighter, but surprisingly, it was more appetizing.

The corners of his mouth moved, but he couldn't open his mouth for a long time. His throat felt as if it had been scraped by sandpaper, and it hurt like hell.

"I want to drink water."

"But where is this place?"

The furnishings in the basement were very different from the furnishings he had seen before. If he hadn't come back to his senses, his sharp eyes would have noticed a small stain under the ceiling. It was exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

He was afraid that he wouldn't have been able to react in such a short time.

When he realized that he was lying on a bed, he was relieved.

As for the other half...

Leaning against the pillow, he rolled his eyes. It took him a lot of effort to move a finger.

"You're awake?"

When he heard the familiar voice, he put down the pillow as well.

Wuji was sitting on a stool not far from his bed. When he heard the small movement, he immediately turned around.

Wuji thoughtfully adjusted the pillow behind him so that it was vertical. After making sure that he was leaning against the pillow, he helped him pull the blanket that had started to slide down.

"Do you want to drink water or eat first?"

Shimura, who had just woken up, was immediately attracted by the wooden bowl in Wuji's hand. He gulped and said in a hoarse voice, "Eat."

Considering Shimura's current situation, Huaguo deliberately made the soup thinner, which was easier to digest and easier to eat.

"Thank you."

The consequence of being in a coma for too long was that the spoon and bowl in his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. He felt powerless, as if they didn't belong to him.

Being careful not to waste the precious food, Shimura stumbled a few times to dig the spoon into his mouth.

He had boiled it for a long time, and it was already soft.

He didn't need to chew it carefully to swallow it. Even his originally sore throat felt a lot better.

As the food in his stomach increased, the warmth slowly spread to his limbs and bones.

After confirming that he had recovered some strength, Shimura, who had already scraped the bowl clean, handed the bowl back, a little embarrassed.

"Are you full?" Huaguo knew how much he had just given him. At this moment, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Although it was not suitable to eat too much when he had just woken up, this bowl was too little, wasn't it?

"I," Shimura was a little embarrassed as he wiped the corner of his mouth. "Can I have another bowl?"

Sure enough, he wasn't full.

"What's wrong with that?"

The little guy lowered his head slightly and didn't say anything.

Because of the bloodstains, Huaguo had already thrown away his previous set of clothes. He was now wearing an adult style T-shirt that Wuji found. The overly long hem made it look like a dress on him.

A little uncomfortable, Shimura pulled at the hem of his shirt. After making sure that his legs were tightly wrapped in the blanket, he took the bowl and chopsticks that Wuji handed over.

Huaguo's batter was quite delicious. Although the taste was light, it was just right for Shimura's body, which had just recovered.

Shimura silently ate the batter and didn't speak again.

For a person like him, if he was still in the previous place, he would have died a few times already.

He touched his slightly bloated stomach and didn't know how long he could stay with these two people.

His heart was slightly relieved. He had already recognized his position as a burden. Shimura didn't feel that it was unacceptable. After all, to be able to survive was already a great fortune for him.

Although this place was similar to a garbage dump, there were things like flyers and books that fell from time to time. Hanaguo and Muji had seen some of them before.

Looking at the words that looked like scribbles, Huaguo realized that she had become a new illiterate as expected. This made Huaguo, who had finally begun to grasp new knowledge, feel a little frustrated.

In this environment, learning that the language of this world was the same as the previous world, but the words were different was already a great fortune in the midst of misfortune.

There weren't many people in Meteor Street who were literate, not to mention the few pieces of paper that she occasionally brought back. The picturesque words on the paper were indeed not related to what she had learned before.

Fortunately, there seemed to be a lot of illiterates like her in Meteor Street.

Although she felt a little sad, before leaving this place, she unexpectedly felt a little relieved.

The quiet meal didn't last long. After hearing a heavy knock on the iron door on the ceiling, Huaguo, who was already familiar with the three long knocks and one short knocks, couldn't help but have a headache.

Wuji was also very helpless. "That person is here again?"

"Yes."

Although Huaguo said this, he still looked very impatient, but in the end, he still opened the door.

Shimura, who had been unconscious for a long time, couldn't keep up with the two people's puzzles at all. He quietly watched.

Along with the sunlight that shone into the basement, there was also a head of golden hair.

"Yo-ho —" What the hell.

"Ah — you're awake too." It was the first time that she greeted Shimura, but she was so familiar with him that it was as if they had known each other for many years.

So, why did he have such an easy-going personality?

Huaguo's face was wooden, but he subconsciously moved aside to let her in.

She had gradually gotten used to the life in Meteor Street. Now, the thing that gave her the most headache was the baby-faced person who appeared by the door.

The person who jumped into the room as if he was familiar with her and unceremoniously brought a bowl of rice over. He had a tender baby-face, but unexpectedly, he was very thick-skinned.

Since they met that day, Chivalry, who often came to visit, obviously didn't treat her as an outsider.

"Hey — give me a little more, please."

He often came alone.

But sometimes, he would bring his companions to eat together.

Just like now …

Looking at the figures who jumped down from the door one after another after he waved his hand, they unceremoniously crowded the originally spacious basement.

Huaguo looked at the half pot of batter on the hanging pot and was a little worried.

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