Life after the One Hundred and Forty-Eighth War

In Dagenma, the capital of Xuya, dilapidated buildings and houses are dotted on both sides of the streets.

There are also vehicles and pedestrians on the streets, but not too many, far from the prosperity a capital city should have.

"This is my home!" Hassan introduced excitedly, pointing to a three-story building on the roadside.

This building should have four floors, but only half of the wall on the fourth floor was left intact.

"Although the fourth floor is gone, I still have three floors, right?" Hassan was very proud.

Wenrou nodded: "Yes, there is a three-story building in the capital. You have surpassed 80% of the people in the world."

Several people got out of the car, paid the fare, sent the driver away, and followed Hassan into his building.

The house was dirty, messy and dusty.

Hassan smiled and said: "When my wife was here, this house was always tidy. Our living room is the most beautiful living room on this street. My wife often holds parties here."

"Where's your wife?" Wen Ju said.

Hassan was silent for a moment and then said: "During the civil war, she didn't want to run away with me anymore, so she went with a Frenchman, and our daughter also became a French citizen. But this is good, at least they were not harmed by the war. , the wife of one of my neighbors died in the war."

Wenrou planned to say something to comfort him, but it seemed that there was no need.

"Upstairs, I have a bedroom upstairs. You will all live upstairs tonight. Tomorrow I will take you to Avnan Kida on Blue Rose Street."

Wenrou and the other three went upstairs to find a room to see if there was a place where they could sleep normally at night.

Hassan went to a nearby store to buy some bread and instant noodles. Wenrou was very moved when he saw Huaxia's instant noodles here.

Hassan said: "Many countries are sanctioning Xu Ya. Fortunately, you are friendly to China and have always provided us with livelihood supplies, so the people of Xu Ya did not starve to death in the civil war. Thank you, my friends."

Wenrou had never heard of these things in China. Now that she heard that her country was silently helping the affected residents, she felt proud.

The bread was a little dry, and the date seemed to have expired several days ago, but the instant noodles were still within their expiration date.

Hassan ate hungrily: "In a war, it's good to have food. Expired bread is life-saving straw. Although it's a little harder now, it will get better. Da Ge Ma will definitely become a paradise on earth again." "

Wenrou took a bite of expired bread and nodded: "Yes, it will definitely happen, if everyone in Xu Ya is as optimistic and tenacious as you."

Hassan smiled foolishly.

Early the next morning, Hassan took Wenrou to Blue Rose Street to find Afnan.

There is not a single blue rose in Blue Rose Street.

Hassan said: "There are several families living here, and their improved blue roses are exported to many countries. Later, this street was called Blue Rose Street. But there is no blue rose now. I believe there will be in the future." Many blue roses are blooming here again.”

Hassan asked the old man, Avnan Kida, sitting in front of the dilapidated house.

The old man pointed to an alley.

There are several families in the alley, but the houses are very dilapidated due to war damage, and only the innermost ones are still occupied.

Hassan went in and asked.

This resident said: "Afnan's brother Abdullah joined the jihadist organization and fought on the northern border. After the civil war ended, Afnan went to look for his brother."

In other words, Afnan was not in Dagenma.