Eighteen-year-old Du Fei lives in the courtyard of Nanluoguxiang. His father died from a work-related injury three months ago! The factory asked me to take over my shift, but I was sick and never reported. There were only four or five kilograms of stick noodles left in the rice vat, and nearly a thousand yuan in banknotes and a white jade bracelet were found on the mezzanine of the standing cabinet. The fire pit was cold, the paper windows were leaking, and I was so hungry that I had to change my patched clothes first. The space has just awakened, and I still don't know how to use the white light ball. The food book is on the table, and I have to go to the food station first.
