Civilized Travel to Another World

This was his first time in a post-apocalyptic big city, and he finally understood what it meant to be devastated. There are collapsed high-rise buildings everywhere, and their dilapidated corpses are covered with the rare greenness of the past. The moss became the tablecloth in the old restaurant, where former lovers and friends gathered to clink glasses. The highway was crowded with scrap cars, which once held the aspirations of thousands of family dreams. "Dad, is this where you used to live?" The boy was about two or three years old. He spoke in a babyish voice and looked around with curious eyes, full of curiosity about the situation here. "Yeah." The young man looked at the devastated city with complicated eyes. "Shall we go find mom and your sister?" "Okay, okay!" The boy was still young and didn't ask too much. He jumped forward and ran forward. The young man followed behind, looking at the devastated scene and taking a deep breath. "Everything is not over yet!"