In the luxurious single room with super comfortable and soft one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom and one study room, the decoration everywhere reveals a comfortable atmosphere. There is also a faint fragrance of fruits and vegetables in the air, which seems to be a very fresh smell formed over time.
There are many decorations throughout the house, very delicate decorations, all of which are purely hand-woven, as if they were made by extremely bored people. These extremely delicate decorations are placed everywhere, and there are even too many of them and they are piled up together.
The breath of life is everywhere, and it looks like a perfect living place that someone who loves life very much has worked hard to arrange for himself, but everything here vaguely reveals the breath of loneliness.
At this time, He Fang was sitting in the study in the room. In front of him was a thick diary that was filled with all kinds of information in a very personal tone. From writing every few days in the beginning to almost writing every day in the middle, the change in the mentality of the person who wrote the diary was revealed.
There is not only one diary, there are many, but He Fang looks through them one by one very carefully, this is his habit.
He Fang's serious attitude towards the game has almost reached a pathological level. He will carefully read all the useful and useless information in the game. There is basically very little useful information in these thick diaries, but He Fang reads every word.
The diary was written by a man, a researcher specializing in agriculture, who was the only manager left here to look after the entire facility.
It is difficult for one person to take care of such a large facility, but the city chose to allow only one person to stay to take care of it. In such a closed environment, it is easy for all kinds of problems to occur when there are too many people, and this lonely researcher volunteered to stay.
'I don't know how many people can endure loneliness, but loneliness is not that hard for me. I have things to do. I don't have to worry about food and drink. I can do the research I like. This kind of life is what I dream of. Maybe this job is heaven for me. I volunteered. I want to stay here and become hope.'
"I know the city has been burned. It's been very hot in the Land of Hope during this period. I don't know how long the burning will continue. The only thing I'm worried about is whether the temperature will affect the growth of the crops I grow. If that's the case, it would be terrible."
How can one piece together the truth here from the diary documents? This place is called the 'Land of Hope'. It is the spark of hope left behind when the city evacuated after fully realizing that it could not resist the Nightmare Seed. The entire city above was burned down, and an inaccessible cliff was created for the Nightmare Seed to protect the Land of Hope underground from being invaded by the Nightmare Seed.
'Although it is fully automated, problems will still occur. Today's maintenance was a bit difficult, but fortunately I have a lot of data to review. I think by the time the others come back, I will have become an all-round researcher.'
There seems to be optimism in the words of this lonely administrator who guards everything here.
The Land of Hope plan is thirty years. If they are sure that their burned city has not been parasitized after thirty years, they may be able to come back here and rebuild the city with the fire from the Land of Hope.
But it was obvious that this plan had failed. He Fang still remembered those Nightmare Beasts that could easily invade here. The man's information did not even include any weapons for the Nightmare Beasts. They knew too little about the Nightmare Beast seeds. They were forced to evacuate, and the decision must have been made in a hurry.
It has to be said that under such circumstances, the man can make such a decision, perhaps without even realizing whether his future is really what he thought.
The man's diary fully expresses his optimism about the future. He believes that humans in this world survive by relying on wisdom, and they can certainly solve everything with wisdom.
These diaries were intermittent, but from not recording much in the beginning to recording more, and then to the end he seemed to want to record something. The repetitive words and the tireless recording of details were enough to show that the man was gradually eroded by loneliness as he tasted it.
Men grow vegetables and raise poultry and livestock in such a place. Their life is monotonous and easy, but it is accompanied by endless loneliness. All the books on the bookshelf have various traces of being read. Even if there are quite a lot of entertainment items, can one really feel fun facing the empty space?
The man's diary has been looking forward to the arrival of the 30th year. As time goes by, the handwriting in the diary becomes more lively and bold, and the expectations between the lines become more and more. However, in the 30th year, nothing happened.
In his twentieth year, the man had already written some information in his diary.
'I originally thought I was someone who was used to being alone, but later I realized that I was just enjoying the loneliness when I was surrounded by people. Loneliness is different from solitude.'
Although He Fang would read it, he would also focus on looking for key information, but it was obvious that there was very little information that could really help him understand this land of hope. Most of it was about the daily life and psychological process of men.
He had already begun to give names to his poultry and livestock, and had been imagining the love-hate relationships between them, regarding himself as the God of them. Although he began to record everything in his diary later on, everything in it had obviously begun to become chaotic.
'Today, Little Green started to attack Little Round again. He is such a belligerent fellow and has been bullying other partners. But I will not punish him. He is very strong and I really need his genes to continue the race. I shoulder the important responsibility of keeping them going.'
'I can't allow this horrible thing to continue. Zhu Yingjun actually bullied his other companions to the point where they were covered with wounds. His aggressiveness is too strong. I can't allow this to continue. He refused to re-breed as I wished and even hurt me. I decided to end his life. He can't live like this anymore. I want to punish him.'
He Fang frowned slightly, it was obvious that the man's mental state had begun to have some problems.
But in reality, the man still performed his duties loyally. He always recorded the problems encountered throughout the day, and He Fang noticed that the man's handwriting was getting better and better. He seemed to be spending all his energy doing repetitive tasks every day.
The man has always been in good health, at least he has never had any serious illness. Every time he looks up in his diary, he will record whether he has completed today's exercise. It can be seen that the man is a very self-disciplined person.
After the third decade, the man's writings have obviously revealed more maturity, and at the same time, various words and phrases representing indifference and dejection have gradually begun to appear.
'They didn't come back. I thought that this day would end up like this. Now I can accept this outcome. No... or I haven't talked to humans for 30 years. If I suddenly meet a lot of people, can I really accept such a life? Maybe it's not bad for now.'
However, as time went by, He Fang noticed that the handwriting had become somewhat illegible, which clearly indicated that the other person's spirit had gradually undergone unknown changes due to aging.
'I can't leave here. Once I open the door, the world outside may be one I don't want to see. As long as I stay here, I will always be guarding hope.'
'Does anyone remember me?'
'Am I still alive?'
'No one will come back.'
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer things in the diary, but he kept recording it out of habit and obsession.
The last diary entry was unexpectedly long. Unlike the previous ones whose handwriting was so sloppy that it was almost unrecognizable, this one was very formal and beautiful, just like a loser who had not dressed up for a long time suddenly dressed himself up, put on beautiful clothes and solemnly showed his handsomeness and aura.
'I can feel that my life is coming to an end. No, not only my physical life, but also my mental life. I may not be able to hold on any longer. Soon I will end my life as I planned at the beginning.
I may still have a few more years to live, but I don't want to live like that. I'm sick, with cancer, and it's getting worse. I can't heal myself, so I've decided to end my life early today.
My body will be perfectly preserved. If someone can find me in the future and read my diary, you can use my body to become the new owner of the Land of Hope. Here you will have no worries about food and clothing. If possible, I hope you have a companion to accompany you.
Maybe you won't exist, and you won't come, but at least give me a hope, hope that maybe my story can be read by you, goodbye, my friend whom I have never met. '
He Fang looked at the information and sighed softly.
He rubbed his brows which felt a little uncomfortable.
As the administrator of the Land of Hope, this man dedicated his lonely life here. He ended his own life, and he just didn't want to be alone when he was in pain.
He has been waiting here, waiting for someone who will never come back, and he has been obeying orders, carrying that sense of responsibility forever until after his death. Even after accepting death, he still has expectations.
The information in the diary was enough to show the ups and downs of his condition, but he never did anything to disobey orders. Even when he imagined himself to be the "God" of the Land of Hope, he still clearly remembered his responsibilities.
The people forgotten in the land of hope, and the forgotten land of hope.
As the name suggests, the City of Hope should be the descendant of the Land of Hope that was originally relocated. However, over a long period of time, for some reason, not enough information was preserved, causing the "City of Hope" plan to fail. The City of Hope did not return when the man died.
The Lord of Hope City probably got the information about the 'Land of Hope' plan from his elders or older generations, but unfortunately the information was not complete. So even if the Lord of Hope City wanted to return here to seek resources for the 'Land of Hope' plan, he found that he could not find any direction at all.
In a place like this, it would be difficult for He Fang to find it if he did not have a systematic map. Probably to avoid intrusion, the entire "Land of Hope" was shielded from signals, and it was impossible to detect it from the outside. In addition, Hope City was already at the end of its road at that time, and it no longer had any ability to continue searching and digging, so the city could only be destroyed above this "Land of Hope".
The vegetables and other things here got completely out of control due to the death of the manager, and grew wildly and recklessly, eventually becoming what they see now.
He Fang did not see the administrator's body. According to Guo Miaofeng, it was frozen somewhere, but He Fang did not intend to do it. According to the administrator's diary, the body might be the key to controlling the entire Land of Hope. But now basically all the places that can be used for management have been destroyed by Guo Miaofeng.
Since the person has passed away, let him die peacefully and not be disturbed by those who come after him.
He Fang flipped through the diary and felt very complicated. Looking at these diaries full of emotions, He Fang wondered whether these diaries were truly written by the official "Xu Wu Chongqi" or automatically generated and calculated, but reading them really made people feel uncomfortable.
Following the words, he seemed to have really walked through this man's lonely life.
He Fang put the diary away, feeling overwhelmed. He checked the time and found that it had been four hours. Although the flow rate inside and outside the game was different, since he had entered the game, his sense of time was similar to that in the game. The powerful ability of the somatosensory warehouse allowed He Fang to experience a different life.
He Fang noticed that most of the books in the study had been read, and there was not a single new one. During this long and lonely time, the man tried every possible way to fill his life and find a way to not feel lonely.
But He Fang is not really interested in the man's story, but is thinking about what this "land of hope" can bring.
As the original owners of the Land of Hope, the residents of Hope City should have the right to take over all the resources of the Land of Hope. Everything here should be taken over by the residents of Hope City, so that the residents of Hope City can have assets to a certain extent. Having assets proves that transactions can be opened, and there should be many N-PCs from his city willing to come to Hope City.
He Fang usually writes down what he eats in "The Reincarnation of the Ruins", but he can see that there are many vegetables in the "Land of Hope" that he has never seen before, and these can all be used as tradable items.
And according to the map drawn by Kuni Myofu, there is a lot of groundwater, cave water, and mines around, all of which can allow Hope City to develop as quickly as possible.
The track should have been gradually laid by now. Once the road between the main urban area and Hope City is opened, he can already see the rapid development of Hope City.
He Fang didn't even know whether he was lucky or the game was designed that way, but he was delighted that Hope City, which had always been to his liking, could yield such a huge harvest.
So He Fang was thinking that the "grass" that the residents of Hope City planted in the fields, could it really be a kind of vegetable?
He Fang fell into self-doubt.
"Lord City Lord, have you finished reading it?" At this time someone knocked on the door, and He Fang woke up from his thoughts. However, what he saw when he looked up made him suddenly stunned.
"Yuan Zhiran?" He Fang was dumbfounded when he saw Yuan Zhiran.
Yuan Zhiran didn't know when he took off his military uniform and put on a set of clothes that looked very casual and comfortable, light yellow short-sleeved shirt and slim-leg trousers. It was a very pure college student outfit. For He Fang, who had always seen him wearing a professional military uniform, this was indeed a very different look.
But the most different thing was that Yuan Zhiran actually wore an apron.
The white apron instantly made the delicate-looking college student look a bit homely. He even wore heat-resistant gloves, without any of the seriousness and sharpness that he had in military uniform.
"I made some cookies. Lord City Lord, you have been reading the diary for such a long time. You must be hungry and thirsty. Please wait a moment." Yuan Zhiran nodded respectfully to He Fang, turned and left.
He Fang was completely confused, but somehow he followed and found that Min Zhizhou had taken off his armor and was sitting on the sofa without him noticing, and was now concentrating on a small handmade flower basket.
"What are you doing?" He Fang asked.
Min Zhizhou raised his head and put the small flower basket in his hand aside: "Find something to do."
"Ah? If you're so bored, why don't you pick up a few books from the bookshelf and read them?" He Fang asked. He had more or less browsed through all the books on the bookshelf. They were all books that existed in reality. In addition to very professional books, there were also many story books, mythology books, and even detective books. It was obvious that they had been read many times.
"Because you are watching, I don't want to disturb you." Min Zhizhou wanted to speak at first, but He Fang was too focused. That concentration made everyone around him unwilling to disturb him. He Fang looked serious and even exuded a sense of being inviolable.
"It's okay, it's not a big deal." After saying that, He Fang followed Yuan Zhiran's back and secretly looked into the kitchen.
Min Zhizhou also followed and whispered to He Fang: "Yuan Zhiran has just gone back once to report the situation here. Otherwise, if you, the city lord, disappear for a long time, I'm afraid the people sent to look for you will destroy this place."
"Oh, so that's why he changed his clothes?" He Fang and Min Zhizhou leaned forward together and saw Yuan Zhiran carefully preparing some tea and snacks. The air was filled with the pleasant aroma of desserts.
Yuan Zhiran took the biscuits that had just come out of the oven and placed them on the tea table, saying, "Eat this first to fill your stomach. Now that the city lord is no longer busy, I can start cooking. You must be very hungry."
I have never felt hungry in a game: "..."
Min Zhizhou, who had never thought that one day he would be able to eat food made by Yuan Zhiran: "..."
He Fang and Min Zhizhou sat in the living room and looked at the biscuits. The biscuits gave off a very pleasant smell. They were not made in a very simple appearance, but were all cartoon images of small animals.
He Fang looked at the little animal biscuit with a strange expression, then he took a bite.
He Fang's eyes widened.
My eyes are full of stars when I eat super delicious cookies.
Yuan Zhiran's craftsmanship is really excellent. The biscuits are still warm from the oven, and the crispy texture is unexpectedly rich. You don't need to chew too much to smell the rich milk aroma emanating from them. It is such a refreshing taste that He Fang felt as if he could really feel hungry in the game.
What a divine craftsmanship this is, it's amazing.
He Fanglian ate several of them and then drank a sip of tea quietly.
He Fang actually doesn't like drinking tea, or rather, what he doesn't like is the astringent feeling that permeates the tea. He doesn't know how Yuan Zhiran managed to completely remove the taste that He Fang hates and leave only the taste he likes, letting the overly sweet taste in his mouth slowly dissipate while retaining the unique aroma of tea. He Fang suspected that sugar was added to it, which actually gave it a hint of sweetness.
"Is it delicious?" He Fang looked at Min Zhizhou eagerly.
Min Zhizhou nodded.
The two of them looked at the plate of cookies that had been eaten up not long ago, and looked at each other in silence.
Then, they both looked up and looked towards the kitchen.
He Fang secretly leaned his head to take a look, and he saw Yuan Zhiran cutting vegetables with his well-shaped arms. The kitchen knife was very flexible in his hand and was used easily. The vegetables and meat in his hand were all transformed into the appearance he wanted.
He Fang retracted his mind and asked Min Zhizhou: "Where do the ingredients come from?"
"I just picked them randomly from the ground." Min Zhizhou saw the whole process of Yuan Zhiran preparing the ingredients.
"What about the meat?" He Fang asked again.
"If they were caught and killed directly, wouldn't they just run away everywhere?" Min Zhizhou continued.
"Killed...Killed?" He Fang choked, "How?"
"They just cut the neck, drain the blood, perm the hair, and then pluck it." Min Zhizhou thought for a moment, then said, "Not here, the smell is quite unpleasant when it's being processed, it's all done outdoors."
He Fang's expression was very strange: "From what you said, it seems like he is very used to doing this?"
"It looks like this is not the first time. Yuan Zhiran seems to be very good at handling ingredients." Min Zhizhou nodded.
“…Is it so amazing?” He Fang felt that the image of the apron-wearing little wife had instantly changed to the apron-wearing big husband who was looking for ingredients from the source to cook. The sense of incongruity was so strong.
At this time, the two heard the sound of frying coming from the kitchen. He Fang had a strange expression on his face: "This... could the oil also be freshly fried?"
"It seems so. There are pigs in here. Yuan Zhiran killed a small fat pig and said that the fat meat would be used to make oil. The rest of the meat was frozen in the refrigerator."
As the two were talking, they smelled the aroma of meat. Min Zhizhou swallowed his saliva very honestly and expressed his full anticipation for the meal.
At this moment, Guo Miaofeng suddenly pushed the door open and said carelessly, "It smells so good, is Yuan Zhiran cooking?"
"Where have you been?" He Fang then remembered Guo Miaofeng.
"I went to survey the map. There are so many things here, many of which I have never seen before. I made an atlas. I wonder if the people in Hope City know what these are." Kuni Miaofeng said as he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and walked into the kitchen very naturally. "Yuan Zhiran, do you need help?"
Guo Miaofeng's attitude was too calm, and he seemed to know everything here.
At this time, Yuan Zhiran pointed to the small biscuits specially left for Guo Miaofeng and said, "Your portion is already prepared here. Eat your rice first to fill your stomach."
"What are you going to make next? I'll cut it for you." Guo Miaofeng asked curiously while grabbing the biscuit with his big hand and putting it in his mouth.
"Steamed eggplant, no need to cut it." Yuan Zhiran replied while seasoning the meat he was cooking.
"Then I'll take care of the steamed eggplants, and you can do your stuff. There are two pots here anyway..."
He Fang stared at two people who were cooking together in the small kitchen. It was obvious that both of them were very familiar with cooking. They knew exactly who should do what, and they definitely never blocked each other's way.
He Fang looked at the two people busying themselves and asked tentatively, "Um, do you need my help?"
After hearing what He Fang said, Yuan Zhiran turned around and showed a very bright smile: "No need, Lord City Lord, go and have fun. You have worked hard for most of the day and you are tired. Maybe you can lie down and rest. I have already changed all the sheets and quilts while you were working hard."
He Fang was stunned and looked at Min Zhizhou in confusion, his eyes full of questions. When was it changed?
Min Zhizhou said, "Yuan Zhiran brought everything back from Hope City when he returned. It is indeed all changed. If you want to take a break, you can."
"Yuan Zhiran is actually so homely? Guo Miaofeng can actually cook?" He Fang looked very shocked.
"This is the first time I know about it too. City Lord, please don't ask me." Min Zhizhou also felt very innocent. In fact, he had not played any role in this trip, and now he was embarrassed that he could not do anything.
"Can you cook?" He Fang asked.
"No." How could he cook when he couldn't even afford to eat? Even now, he just built a small temporary house next to the garbage dump and lived comfortably. Most of his wages were spent on food. As someone who was always hungry and had never eaten anything good, he didn't even know how to eat, let alone cook.
He Fang smelled the aroma of food in the air, and he...also felt a little greedy.
The first thing He Fang did after logging off was to open his phone to order takeout. After eating the food made by Yuan Zhiran and Guo Miaofeng in the game, he really thought that the taste was simply amazing. They were obviously home-cooked dishes, so why were they so delicious?
Woohoo, that sweet and sour spare ribs, that stewed in chicken soup, that cold salad is so delicious even when eaten cold, that stir-fried vegetables are all delicious!
When Yuan Zhiran saw how much they liked their food, he looked even happier than usual. He Fang really doubted whether he had chosen the wrong direction for Yuan Zhiran. He should have been trained in the entertainment industry!
Look at these little skills, little tricks and little attentiveness. If they were put into live entertainment programs, they would be able to kill a large number of stars in seconds. It is worthy of being a game, N-PC has no shortcomings!
Because he could only taste the food in the game but could not satisfy his hunger, He Fang ordered takeout for himself immediately after logging off.
Whatever he ate in the game, he also had to eat in real life. He Fang's hope that he could experience the deliciousness of food in the game without eating too much was dashed. For the first time, he realized that the empty feeling of being able to taste food but not swallow it into the stomach was so painful.
Before going offline, He Fang also made preparations. He asked Guo Miaofeng to continue measuring the map of the entire Land of Hope, and then Yuan Zhiran deployed some troops to the vicinity, and asked Zhu Yan to make some defensive machinery nearby to prevent the invasion of Nightmare Beast seeds, and then asked Zhu Yan to bring some researchers down to analyze all the documents of the Land of Hope.
He Fang also asked Yuan Zhiran to transfer Chongying over because they found a large number of weapons here.
There is a huge arsenal in the Land of Hope, where all the weapons were stored before the city of hope left. These weapons have never been used and are still relatively intact. It can be seen that the administrator of the Land of Hope had done maintenance on them before his death. Whether these weapons can be used and how to use them requires Min Zhizhou and Chong Ying to study together.
However, these weapons were something they had never seen before. Once in Chongying's hands, he believed that they would be able to exert their inherent power to the maximum effect.
The Land of Hope is rich in resources. After careful consideration, He Fang decided to give the distribution rights of the Land of Hope to the original residents of the City of Hope, so that they can have the capital to trade with the N-PC in the main city. Once the train is opened, Lu Hu's people can enter the City of Hope to adjust the market. Once the funds begin to circulate, the national treasury will also be enriched.
Now He Fang needs to select people from the residents of Hope City who can manage the Land of Hope. He Fang decides to do this kind of deployment work himself. He needs to look at the attributes and labels of all the residents to determine who will be the best choice.
After the person is selected, he will let the selected person, like Yuan Zhiran, find and recruit the people he needs among the residents, and then gradually delegate power. Before that, in order to ensure that the residents of Hope City will not be restless because of the sudden acquisition of huge resources, he will temporarily let Yuan Zhiran's soldiers be stationed in the Land of Hope, and they can also do some physical labor to reorganize the Land of Hope.
Finally, it is about the administrator's diary and funeral. He Fang decided to leave the funeral to the residents of Hope City. The administrator spent his entire life maintaining this hope, and He Fang is willing to convey this hope to the future generations of Hope City.
As long as Hope City can quickly develop to a certain scale and then infiltrate the laws and education of the main city into it, it may be able to boost Hope City's N-PC to a certain extent.
He Fang wanted to see if these N-PCs with inferior attributes could get rid of their inferior attributes through accumulation and learning.
He Fang saw a possibility in Yuan Zhiran, the possibility of a change of direction. At first, Yuan Zhiran was just a college student. This time, he saw the most essential side of Yuan Zhiran: homely, cheerful, fond of cooking, and good at cleaning. These are obviously not the abilities a soldier needs to have.
Although Yuan Zhiran's attributes were among the top among all job seekers, they were not particularly outstanding. However, after being selected as the Minister of the Armed Forces, his attributes began to grow rapidly, and he then possessed many labels that he had never had before.
In all kinds of games, there will always be inferior ones, maybe cards, maybe shikigami, maybe souls, various forms of expression, but these are not impossible to grow.
Some are achieved through synthesis, some through training, and some through proficiency. These various accumulations in details can make even the inferior ones able to fight. He Fang thinks that maybe he can try to consider this direction and see if the N-PCs with super high attributes in his own city can make these mediocre or even inferior N-PCs perform unexpectedly well in the process of contact.
He Fang opened the game statistics panel on the computer, checked the event statistics, and waited for dinner.
He Fang watched eagerly as the statistics of events in Hope City showed that all the researchers had reached the Land of Hope. As expected, this researcher was a person who could not stop. He would go wherever there was a problem. Was he trying to force himself to become an all-round researcher?
"The researchers have studied the operation mode of the 'Land of Hope' and believe that it has some merits. They are strengthening and repairing the various automatic facilities of the 'Land of Hope' that were destroyed by the Director of the Bureau of Land and Natural Resources, Kuk Myo-fu, and are restoring it to full automation."
He Fang laughed out loud when he saw this. Guo Miaofeng was destroying it in front, and Zhu Yan ran over to repair it from behind. This was too funny.
However, He Fang can understand why Zhu Yan must rebuild the "Land of Hope". Now most of the people in the Land of Hope are old, weak, sick and disabled. They may have the desire to manage, but they do not have the ability to manage, so they simply automate everything and make it easier to control.
After the power of Hope Land is completely delegated to Hope City's N-PCs, Hope City's food problem will be basically solved. The He Party will reduce the main city's food supply to Hope City, allowing Hope City's N-PCs to be self-reliant without relying too much on the main city, and gradually become an independent city capable of trading and communication.
As for the weapons of the 'Land of Hope', He Fang will not take them away. Instead, they will let Chongying fully understand the situation, and then they will design and produce them. These weapons will all be left to the N-PCs of Hope City. First, these are their things, and second, once the problem of food and saturation is solved, they must start building defenses.
Regarding defense, He Fang thought that perhaps by understanding the principles of mobile cities, we could build mobile defenses!
When He Fang thought about how much he still had to do, he collapsed in his chair. This game was fun, but it was too time-consuming. He hadn't played other games for a long time. He always felt like most of his time was spent on this, and whenever he had time, he would make videos.
He Fang opened his account and saw a huge amount of money kept being added to it. He knew that it was the small amount of money brought by his sudden surge in traffic, which made him very happy.
"If I had known earlier, I would have ordered a few more dishes to celebrate." He Fang murmured.
He Fang suddenly received a message on his mobile phone. He was stunned when he saw the familiar number. It was the delivery man with golden hair.
'Dear customer, I'm already downstairs. Your delivery guy is happily waiting for the elevator. The takeaway will be delivered to your door soon!'
The image of the golden-haired delivery man flashed through He Fang's mind. Perhaps because he had been thinking about the game, He Fang inexplicably thought, why would this person choose to be a delivery man?
All He Fang remembered about the salesperson was his golden hair. He also seemed to have a good figure, a cheerful personality, and was very enthusiastic. If He Fang had to choose such a person, he would be more suitable for sales, as he was so familiar and talkative.
For some reason, He Fang suddenly became curious and wanted to see the delivery man's face.
In He Fang's impression of this delivery man, he never thought about his face. He guessed that if he had a good-looking face, plus such nice hair and figure, then being a model should be better than being a delivery man. But why did he choose the skill of delivery man?
Freedom? High salary? Or because there is nothing else he can do besides being a delivery man?
He Fang, full of curiosity, leaned on the door and looked outside secretly, waiting for the blond delivery man to come out of the elevator and arrive at his door.
I felt inexplicably uneasy.
In fact, he doesn't have to look at the other person's face, right? Isn't it normal for the other person to be good-looking or not?
However