Restarting the Apocalypse: Stocking up on Life with Close Friends

Copywriting: Su Yan died the moment he finished chewing the last piece of bark. When he opened his eyes again, it was three months before the natural disaster struck. The air conditioner was still blowing cold air, and the ice-cold watermelon on the table was steaming sweetly. Lu Zhixian, his long-time friend, was typing codes on the computer, and his profile was particularly clear under the desk lamp - it was an appearance that he recalled repeatedly but gradually blurred in the tenth year of the apocalypse. In his last life, continuous rainstorms flooded half of the city, then a cliff-like drop in temperature froze and burst the water pipes. Finally, communications were completely interrupted. He and Lu Zhixian, who ran a small technology company, were trapped at opposite ends of the city. He starved to death in the third month without food. His only thought before his death was: Lu Zhixian was so precious about his life, he should be able to live longer, right? But he didn't know that Lu Zhixian on the other side had been trying to find him through the frozen city like crazy, until he ran out of food and fuel. After reliving his life, Su Yan touched the extra space in his wrist that could accommodate two basketball courts. He took a deep breath and looked at Lu Zhihan: "Zhixian, do me a favor. Let's... Stock up on something?" Lu Zhixian stopped typing on the keyboard and looked up at his red eyes. He didn't ask any more questions and just nodded: "How much do you want? I'll take out all the company's turnover money." So, while others were still reading the weather forecast and complaining about the abnormality, their space had already piled up: Rice and flour are stocked by hundreds of jins, vacuum-packed bacon and sausages are hung on the shelves, and quick-frozen dumplings and buns occupy the "fresh-keeping area" of the space; The shelves are stocked with light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, oyster sauce and cooking wine, the freezer is stuffed with fat beef rolls, shrimp and fish balls, and there are even 20 kinds of hot pot dipping sauces. Boxes of mineral water and candles were piled in the corner. Hidden in the corner was a small generator that Lu Zhixian assembled overnight, and even a hydroponic box that Su Yan had talked about that could grow small tomatoes. On the day of the heavy rain, the city began to accumulate water. Su Yan and Lu Zhixian were sitting in the reinforced house, cooking snail rice noodle in a small pot. "We're running out of cabbage in the space," Su Yan sucked the powder, "How about pickling sauerkraut tomorrow?" Lu Zhihan handed over a bottle of iced black tea, with a look of lost treasure in his eyes: "Make some more sauerkraut dumplings." The water outside the window was rising, and the room was steaming. They strengthened doors and windows, studied solar panels, and occasionally gave some steamed buns to the elderly man living alone across the door. Su Yan knew that in this life, with Lu Zhixian by his side and endless supplies of food, even if the sky fell, they could guard this small world and live their lives happily. From hoarding food in summer to winter, from carefully storing food to calmly coping with supply cuts, two ordinary people, with their full obsession and space full of supplies, lived their own stability in the apocalypse. Intent: The dawn of a happy life