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What is maturity?

If maturity means being able to see the reality, and forcing oneself to do things one doesn’t want to do.

If it is the slickness in the workplace.

The deftness in the world of business.

Then many people will never be able to mature in their lifetimes. Some say this is not knowing how to take responsibility, while others say it’s a necessary path in life.

Perhaps the cost of maturity is the loss of youthful spirit.

This is a massive conflict.

In the atmosphere before the apocalypse, if you wanted to get things done.

Hey! You had to know your stuff.

After the apocalypse, maturity is not a multiple-choice question, nor a fill-in-the-blank question,

But an open-ended question...

In such an apocalyptic world, without the constraints of morality, because zombies are everywhere, no one knows if they can still survive the day.

What follows is the manifestation of the dark, filthy ugliness in people’s hearts.

But, there are also those who, for this reason, live spiritually less burdened.

Those who used to swallow their anger and refrain from speaking out for various reasons, the timid who dared not fight back.

Faced with oppression, if you want to say ”fuck off”, you say ”fuck off”.

”If you have the guts, come get me,” and if they really come, with a howl you draw the zombies over, and everyone is doomed.

Because of this.

Social etiquette disintegrates, morals completely decay, with no restraint whatsoever.

Madness, insanity, violence, bloodshed, terror.

Perpetrators of violence, and their victims. The transformation between them occurs especially quickly.

Like the deepest level of Hell...

True belief comes from the heart, not what others tell you.

Society spreads information, with the elite controlling the channels of opinion and dissemination, every piece of information humans receive has been filtered and given to the public.

What you care about is what’s trending, and what they want you to know is what becomes public opinion.

Not knowing that you are trapped within the cage of media, yet mistakenly believing you are outside of it.

In the dead of night.

Three o’clock in the morning.

Li Yu woke up from a deep sleep, dreaming about the time before the apocalypse, during college entrance exams.

Rubbing his cheeks, Li Yu smiled wryly.

What the hell.

Dreams within dreams within dreams.

In the first dream, he dreamt of the college entrance exams before the end times, solving a math problem, and math was always his weak spot, then he dreamt that he was back before the exams, unable to solve any question.

It was maddening.

In the second dream, he dreamt of staying up late working overtime on a project, because the simplest layout drove him to vomit blood.

And then in a faint, he entered a third dream.

The walls have breached!

...

Li Yu looked around and found himself in his own bedroom in the villa.

On the desk, there was a piece of soft featherstone Yutong gave him in his childhood, now reflecting light under the dim yellow lamp.

Li Yu took a deep breath, then reached for the walkie-talkie to speak to Second Uncle, who was currently on the wall: ”Second Uncle, Second Uncle. Is everything alright?”

Second Uncle’s voice came from the other end: ”Everything is fine. Don’t worry.”

After hearing this, Li Yu was finally able to let go of his concerns.

He got up from the bed, walked to the desk, and poured a cup of water.

Gulp gulp, Li Yu finished the entire cup of water.

The bedside lamp flickered.

But inside, Li Yu’s heart was surging like stormy waves.

A fierce gleam shot from his eyes.

The walls must not fall!

People must not die!

Suddenly, he felt that he had been too naive, yet at that moment, Li Yu felt as though he had become more ruthless.

In the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing is not zombies, but people.

He must become stronger.

Li Yu was overwhelmed with emotion.

Outside, the torrential rain continued to pour.

Li Yu stayed in his room, feeling a different kind of safety.

In such heavy rain, anyone who goes out is courting death.

Li Yu took out his phone and lightly flicked up the screen.

With a dripping sound, the screen lit up.

The light from the phone illuminated his face.

Suddenly, he saw a small icon.

Red.

It was a novel-reading app he had previously downloaded, filled with novels he had saved.

Unable to sleep any longer, the surge of passion he felt earlier had passed, much like the excitement of buying soda that fades once it’s in hand.

Persistence is key in all things, but one cannot become fat with a single bite.

”Post-apocalyptic novel?”

Li Yu muttered to himself, then suddenly laughed.

”Let’s take a look.”

He fetched a blanket from the room and draped it over himself.

He sat on the balcony in a chair cushioned with a furry pad. The indoor air conditioning was on, making it warm but somewhat dry.

So Li Yu cracked the window open a little.

The moist air from the rain outside startled him.

Boom~

A clap of thunder and lightning prompted him to move the standing lamp next to the stool; in the balcony’s corner, there also was a pot of lush fortune bamboo.

With its vibrant green leaves and wooden basket, the fortune bamboo looked so serene and primordial under the dim yellow light.

Li Yu turned on his phone and reclined on the chair.

Neither warm nor cool.

The room retained a faint sense of warmth, while the occasional breeze through the crack in the window brought in hints of rain and moisture.

The violent storm outside clashed greatly with the tranquility inside.

But in the warm yellow light, his body could not feel the cold or the fierce winds from outside, while he watched the thunderstorm.

He felt a unique sense of beauty and peace.

A sense of happiness arose spontaneously.

Li Yu closed his eyes, carefully listening to the rain outside; the rain was like his own restless heart that could not find peace.

Listening to the rain was nothing more than hearing tranquility in the midst of chaos.

In the bustle of the city, savoring soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Among the street’s bustling nightlife, barbecuing and drinking under the red lights.

Feeling the evening breeze, walking home over fallen leaves in the sunset.

Among the pitter-patter of the rain, drinking tea and reading.

...

Li Yu just read his novel like this, occasionally sipping water.

Under the current weather, it was impossible to differentiate between day and night.

Anyway, it was all equally dark.

Li Yu just kept reading until he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he felt a bit cold.

His blanket had fallen off, so he stood up to close the window.

Checking the time, it was already past nine in the morning.

He had gone to bed early the previous day, before 10 P.M., and didn’t know how long he had slept, but he felt full of vitality now.

Li Yu planned to go down to the gym to work out since the constant rain lately had kept him from running outdoors.

After freshening up, he headed downstairs, but during the descent, he saw a girl named Xiaoshi in a room—who was about the same age as his sister Li Yuan.

This Xiaoshi was one of the people who came with Bai Jie.

Although she wasn’t of much use, she came from a very complicated background.

Later, Bai Jie and others became somewhat useful, and Xiaoshi, unlike what one might expect from her background, was actually very diligent.

She never complained, no matter the task assigned to her.

Once, to test and toughen her up a bit, Li Yu had her feed pigs for a while, and she turned out to do quite well.

Later, Li Yu complimented Xiaoshi, saying she did a great job feeding the pigs.

Xiaoshi thought she wouldn’t have to do it anymore.

But then Li Yu said:

Since you’re doing so well, you’ll be in charge of it from now on.

This really baffled the pretty young lady.

At this moment, Xiaoshi and his sister were lying in bed.

Xiaoshi was half-propped up, revealing her legs as fair and delicate as lotus roots.

The light reflected hints of youthfulness on her legs.

Li Yu coughed slightly, helped them close the door, and continued down to the basement.

His sister and Xiaoshi got along really well, enjoying each other’s company.

Oddly enough, his sister got along quite well with Yutong and the others, too.

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