District 9

Before Daya left, he washed all the dirty clothes that Qin Yu could see at home, and wiped all the bed cabinets, window sills, floors, blind spots and other places. He missed this place and wanted to thank Qin Yu, but now he had nothing to repay, so he could only do some small jobs like this in return...

Qin Yu felt quite uncomfortable. He felt that what he said yesterday was a bit too much. At the same time, he also knew in his heart that the most difficult thing in the world is to live under someone else's roof. Especially the person who helps you is not related to you by blood. Da Ya looks carefree on the outside, like an unruly little hobbit, but such children often have low self-esteem in their hearts. He simply couldn't face Qin Yu and tell him to expel him, so he chose to leave by himself.

When he arrived at the butcher shop, Qin Yu called Xiangxiang, and after a series of threats and inducements, he hurriedly left.

…

As night falls, scattered street lights have been lit on the streets near Songjiang Pass, and the soldiers on duty at the pass have also begun to change their posts.

Trucks were lined up in a long queue, moving forward little by little near the exit, preparing to leave the country.

On the roadside, a thin man squatted on the curb, staring blankly at the neon lights and crowds on the street, his eyes blank.

He had left Qin Yu's house, but where was his next stop? Where should we go?

In the past three months, although Daya had not had much contact with Qin Yu, who spent more time recuperating in Jiangzhou, Daya felt like home for the first time while living in No. 88 Hospital. But now, he was squatting outside in the ice and snow, recalling his experiences during this period, but it felt like he had just woken up from a beautiful dream...

Looking around in confusion, he was still alone, and still had to live alone in this world.

Da Ya was not a pretentious child, but he also shed tears at this moment. He pursed his lips and cried for a while, then slowly stood up and walked towards the exit in a daze.

He was going to surrender and tell the soldiers in the watchtower that he did not have the right to reside in District 9. Then he would be ruthlessly deported and dumped again by a military vehicle in a certain area in the planned area to find a way to survive.

Facing the cold wind, we walked all the way, and the duty watchtower where the soldiers were located was very close at hand.

Da Ya gasped and had to go over and push the door open.

On the roadside, a middle-aged man in his forties led two children who had just passed the customs and entered Songjiang territory.

The little boy on the left, who is about the same age as Da Ya, pointed to the roadside stall and said, "Dad, I'm hungry... I want to eat multi-grain noodles."

"Eat chicken feathers," the middle-aged man scolded with a frown, "Wait a while, and then go to the place where you work to eat. Food is provided there."

"Dad...I'm so hungry, I want to eat noodles."

"Damn it." The middle-aged man turned his head and looked around, then scolded with a tigerish face: "Did I tell you not to ask me for food in a crowded place? I have no money."

The boy lowered his head, and as expected he was sensible enough not to make any further fuss.

The middle-aged man was about to move forward, and the little girl on the right also murmured weakly: "Dad... I'm hungry too."

The middle-aged man turned around helplessly and looked at the two children.

Silence, after a short silence, the middle-aged man turned and walked towards the vendor: "Have a bowl of noodles, forget it...let's have two bowls."

"Okay." The vendor smiled and nodded.

"Go, sit down and eat." The middle-aged man patted his son on the head and greeted him softly.

When the boy and girl heard this, they immediately sat down at the dirty little table.

"Dad, you eat too."

"I'll go to the place where I'm working to eat later, you two hurry up." The middle-aged man deliberately kept his distance from the dining table and only let his children sit there, but he was too embarrassed to get close.

When Da Ya next to the watchtower saw this scene, he couldn't help but shed tears again.

The indifference of fate and the cruelty of life are not actually reflected in the low starting point it gives you in life and deprives you of the right to behave as a person; rather, it lies in the contrast it gives you and the details of life that are deliberately presented to you... These are the real downers.

Da Ya looked at the two children with great jealousy, turned around decisively, and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door of the watchtower.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a palm patted Da Ya on the shoulder.

"brush!"

Da Ya instinctively turned around and saw Qin Yu with sweat on his forehead.

The two looked at each other under the dim light, Da Ya was stunned, while Qin Yu frowned and cursed: "You're just so pissy, right? You did something wrong, and you won't let anyone tell you?"

Daya blinked his scarlet eyes: "Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you'll die outside." Qin Yu sighed, pulled Da Ya's neck collar and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal."

…

Ten minutes later.

In a small street stall, Qin Yu rolled up the chopsticks that had not been sterilized at all with paper, handed them to Daya and asked: "You are not a good person at all. You have been with me for more than three months and you can't even say hello." Run away without fighting?!”

Da Ya lowered his head and responded with a trembling voice: "I...I'm afraid...you've already annoyed me. Rather than shamelessly staying with you, I might as well go on my own...this way...wait for me to mess around. Now that I’m strong, I’ll meet you again.”

"Haha, look at you like this, what are you doing to become a strong person?" Qin Yu asked with a smile: "You can't be considered a strong person to be the chief executive?!"

"Brother Yu, do you look down on me?" Daya raised his head and asked.

"I treat you like a little brother, not even someone I look up to and look down on." Qin Yu handed the plate to Daya, thought about it again and said: "Daya, we are both men, and I don't hide some things. Tuck it in. You see, I have just started in Songjiang, and I usually can’t take care of myself, so it won’t be a long time for you to stay at my house.”

Hearing the sound, Big Ya raised his head, his eyes worried.

"Don't think too much. I'm not saying this to chase you away or anything." Qin Yu poured a glass of low-quality white wine for Daya and added softly: "I just think that at your age, you are neither too old nor too young. Yeah, staying at home all day is definitely not a problem."

"I can go out to work." Da Ya responded seriously.

"Daya, this person, the lower your starting point, the higher you have to set your sights. Even if you can't reach it, you can still go further than others." Qin Yu looked at him with his neck crooked, paused for a long time and said, "There's something wrong with you. It’s a bit much, and there’s a problem with your character. I don’t want you to work for others, and I want you to go to the army.”

Da Ya was stunned.

"You go and drink this glass of wine. From now on, I will be your big brother." Qin Yu pointed at Big Ya and said with a serious expression: "I don't have any relatives. When I see you in the future, I will see home."

…

late at night.

Qin Yu was drunk for a rare time, and was supported by Daya to dial Li Si's phone: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Li Si looked confused: "I...am I sleeping?"

"You do something for me."

"What did you say?" Li Si blinked: "Can I do something for you? Did you drink it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, my brother wants to be a soldier... You arrange a unit for me, hurry up." Qin Yu was really drunk, and maybe he didn't even know who he was calling.

Li Si scratched his head and looked at the phone again. After confirming that it was Qin Yu, he blinked and asked again: "How much did you drink? You can think of your lines before you talk to me!"

"Don't be pretentious with me, JB, get it done quickly... call me tomorrow." Qin Yu said "instructions" and then hung up the phone.

At home, Li Si was wearing pajamas and looking at his mobile phone with dumbfounded eyes: "...Oh, what the fuck?!"