Inside Zhang Tie's "home," Room 11.
After dinner, the five of them, well fed and satisfied, strolled along a country lane.
The moon shone brightly, and the evening breeze brushed past them.
Like He Zheng, Zhang Tie had chosen to recreate his childhood home. It was a typical Northeastern Courtyard, with mountains in front and water behind, and plenty of relatives living in the village.
The living conditions weren't particularly good, but the place felt warm and welcoming, almost as though they had returned to reality.
Watching Zhang Tie cheerfully greet one aunt after another, the others began to understand why Hu Jia's death had affected him so deeply.
He had been utterly unable to accept it when Hu Jia's mother was erased, too.
He Zheng, meanwhile, was rather quiet, as though he had realized he'd done something wrong.
"If you get out alive, what do you want to do most?"
When they reached the river, An Ke suddenly posed the question to the others, gazing at the shimmering water.
Zhang Tie paused at her words, then rubbed his head and was the first to answer in his deep voice:
"What do I want to do most?"
"Probably go find Hu Jia's mom first. He's also got a little sister in elementary school."
"I'd like to look after them, then... then start an orchard? I don't have any big ambitions. Beyond that, maybe open a canning factory?"
The others couldn't help smiling. They didn't know why Zhang Tie liked canned food so much, but the Canned Yellow Peaches he'd brought as supplies for the previous exam had certainly tasted good.
It was hard to imagine that someone as big as Zhang Tie loved fruit more than anything else.
"What about you, Huang?"
After speaking, Zhang Tie looked curiously at Huang