Drive north along the airport highway for twenty kilometers, and you can smell an indescribable stench even in the closed car. This is the smell floating from the large open-air landfill. The domestic waste from sixteen nearby counties and cities is transported here for sorting and landfilling. Thousands of people rely on the derivative economy of the large garbage dump to make a living, born, old, sick and dead here, and experience happiness and sorrow here. The large garbage dump is their entire world and their garbage empire.

The city has begun to burn wheat straw, and thick smoke covers the sky and the sun. In comparison, the black smoke from the garbage dump burns waste plastic is a big deal. The open-air garbage dump covers a wide area, with a landfill pit of 700 meters long and 500 meters wide. On the west side is the airport expressway, and on the east side is an abandoned garbage incineration power plant unfinished building. Under the viaduct is a row of shelter built with wooden linoleum. The garbage guests live here, and there are many fugitives who have hidden their names, frustrated people, and blind scavengers who do not even have ID cards.

The seventeen-year-old Liu Kunlun had no ID card. He was born on the way to Xinjiang to pick up cotton that year. Because he passed through Kunlun Mountain, he was named Kunlun. His father Liu Jinshan was from Cuizhai Village, Beihe County, Jiangdong Province. He left home at a young age and had been wandering around the world with his family. When Liu Kunlun was seven years old, he came to the big garbage dump and slowly took root with his skills in repairing old electrical appliances.

Liu Jinshan was addicted to alcohol and beat his wife and children when he got drunk. The eldest sister got married early. The second sister went to work in the south. The third sister was kidnapped and lost. Only the fourth sister and the youngest brother depended on each other. The sisters' pampering and the tyrannical father's tyranny, coupled with the rough and harsh living environment, developed Liu Kunlun's unruly and wild personality. At a young age, he was a famous ruthless character in the garbage dump. A bunch of half of the older children listened to him.

At this moment, Liu Kunlun was standing on the commanding heights of the garbage mountain, holding a shed in his hand and looking at the direction of the city. At a fixed time every day, a team of dump trucks would appear on the dusty road, feeding new blood to the garbage empire. Those domestic garbage that emitted foul smell was the nutrients for survival in the eyes of those who picked up garbage.

Liu Kunlun looked at the electronic watch on his wrist. Today's garbage truck came a little late. The fifteen-year-old little brother, the dirty child, handed a cigarette. The two teenagers held cigarettes, crossed their waists, and stood in the wind. The sun rose from behind them. The sun stubbornly passed through layers of haze and smoke, and plated the first golden ray of sunlight on the teenager.

The dump truck that transported the garbage finally arrived. The convoy slowly entered the landfill area and unloaded a truck full of garbage with the fresh smell of the city. This was the garbage that was cleared out the night before. Although it was passed through the first round of baptism by urban scavengers during the trash can, some good things will always be left behind.

A group of old, weak and weak women and children who have been waiting for a long time rushed up with snakeskin pockets, looking for valuable things in the garbage pile where flies are flying. Paper and plastic are the most common recycling items. If you are lucky, you can pick up used electrical appliances and old clothes. If you are not lucky, you will get a needle when you encounter medical garbage and get a needle, and you will get infected with an inexplicable disease.

Liu Kunlun did not look for treasures in the garbage with them, but instead looked at the busy garbage guests like ants with compassion. He is the middle-level of the food chain in the garbage dump and the person responsible for maintaining order. The garbage dump is a small society with different levels and clear spheres of influence. Those who dry plastic will not touch waste paper, and those who make old clothes will not collect old electrical appliances. The bosses drove on BMWs and Mercedes-Benz by recycling garbage. The price paid was the health and even life of the people at the bottom of the food chain. Many people didn't even have household registration, let alone going to school, being beaten to death in a fight, or accidentally being crushed by a dump truck, and they didn't have to call the police. The bosses mediated, gave up some money, threw people into the fire, and turned into a wisp of black smoke in the sky with the waste plastic.

Suddenly, a scream erupted from the crowd picking up garbage, as if he had discovered something worth a lot of money. Liu Kunlun's narrow eyes opened, took out the skateboard with his wheels, stepped on it with his feet, and slid down from the high garbage mountain, landing freely without bringing up a piece of garbage. He separated everyone and only saw a dead person.

This is a man with blood stains. People who pick up garbage are not fussing. It is common to see dead people here. The gangsters in the city are fighting. The common practice is to put the bodies in boxes and bury them with garbage. People here understand the rules and are even more afraid of causing trouble for themselves. Therefore, they usually do not call the police when they encounter such a thing.

Liu Kunlun picked up a branch and poked the "dead man". He saw more of the body. This skin was still bloody, not the paleness caused by excessive blood loss. Although there were many wounds on his body, most of them were cut off from the shallow surface. The skin was terrifying, but it would not hurt the internal organs.

The "corpse" moved slightly, but it was not dead. Liu Kunlun pondered for a moment and ordered: "Call someone to come and move to our secret base, and then invite my fourth sister."

The secret base is a scrapped Yellow Sea bus with its wheels shrunken. The sofa he picked up was placed in the carriage. It was used as a party place by Liu Kunlun and his friends. The man who was injured was thrown on the sofa and was still unconscious. The slight movement just now was just an unconscious reaction.

Ten minutes later, the fourth sister Liu Yimeng arrived, and Liu Kunlun said with a treasure-giving expression: "Sister, I have found a wounded person for you to practice."

Liu Yimeng was eighteen years old. The angel in white was her dream, but she didn't have the chance to study in the medical school. A nursing foundation was her source of all her confidence. Facing the people she picked up by her younger brother who was about to die, Liu Yimeng was very clear-headed and poked Liu Kunlun's forehead with her finger: "What are you practicing? Why don't you go to the hospital quickly?"

Liu Kunlun said: "It seems that this situation was cut by enemies. I put it in a box and sent it to this place. I planned to bury it alive. I sent it to the hospital to harm him. It's better for you, sister, and save him."

The dirty child also spoke with a gaze: "Sister, just show your compassion. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

After all, Liu Yimeng was a girlish girl. After a few words of ecstasy, he became confused and waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'll try it. If you don't do this, you should buy a clean disposable mattress, then buy iodine, cotton, gauze, anti-inflammatory medicine, saline drip bottle, and a set of injections. Remember to buy a new one."

Liu Kunlun rode a tricycle and took Dirty Child to a small pharmacy five kilometers away to buy all these things. After returning, he opened the stall. Liu Kunlun and Dirty Child looked up and hugged the man and threw the man on the case. Then he remembered to search him. There was no wallet, only an Ericsson T18 mobile phone, which was out of battery and could not be turned on. Liu Kunlun stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket.

Liu Yimeng washed his hands carefully, put on rubber gloves seriously, disinfected the wound with alcohol, applied Yunnan Baiyao outside, and wrapped the wound with gauze like a mummy, and skillfully smashed the injection, used a syringe to draw the potion, injected the sodium chloride solution into a drip bottle, and used intravenous drip to the wounded. He used antibiotic anti-inflammatory drugs that were facing elimination, and the tiger and wolf medicine with ruthless effect, which was completely a rhythm of treating the dead horse as a living horse.

After the treatment, Liu Yimeng noticed the appearance of the wounded. The man looked like he was twenty-seven or eight years old, with a high nose bridge, his eyes closed under his sword eyebrows, his angular lips were also closed tightly, his breathing was weak, and his pulse seemed to be there or not.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save you." Liu Yimeng said, holding the wounded's hand.

"Sister, it's time to have lunch. It's too late for our dad to lose his temper." Liu Kunlun reminded.

When the siblings returned home, lunch was just ready. The Liu family was in the garbage dump. They used liquefied gas cylinders instead of firewood and straw. There were also long rainbow TVs and a desktop microcomputer in the main hall. Of course, they were repaired waste electrical appliances. When watching TV, they used antenna pots on the roof. Don’t think about it when surfing the Internet. There was no phone call in this place, let alone the Internet. Although Liu Jinshan was irritable, he was still quite adept at the education of his children. There was even a wall of bookshelf at home, filled with old books bought by pounds. Liu Kunlun came into contact with extremely complicated books, including Tolstoy Dumas Hemingway, three-character and two-character filming of Water Margin Journey to the West, and there were introductions to tractor repairs, basic militia training manuals, and electrician basics. Of course, his favorite is Jin Yong, ancient dragon, Huang Yi and Ni Kuang.

There were white wine bottles and three bowls of dishes on the dining table. The fried peanuts were made by Liu Jinshan. The stir-fried potato shredded potatoes and cabbage stew was the children's meal. Before the meal, Liu Jinshan rubbed the beard on his chin and scolded his daughter and son as usual. Their pale and thin mother stood at the kitchen door and did not dare to go out, but just listened quietly.

After a so-called so-called education that was common, Liu Jinshan waved his hand: "Let's have a meal."

After the two children finished their meal tremblingly, they ran away with their mouths. They all came to the secret base at the same time. A bottle of salt water had been given no drop, and half of the blood in the tube was returned. Liu Yimeng quickly changed into a new bottle of injection, used the medicine to put the blood pressure back, and patted his chest: "I was so scared that I almost died."

"Practice your skills." Liu Kunlun comforted his sister, "I'm here to watch, I can't kill him."

"You are so frivolous, I'll just come and see you. Just help me cover my house." Liu Yimeng said, taking out the snow-white nurse's coat and hat from her bag. This was made of white Lycra cotton. The red cross on the hat was a bit funny but eye-catching.

The supper was sent to the secret base by Liu Kunlun. After dinner, the fourth sister continued to read romance novels with old books and took care of the patients. The sleeping man's breathing was stable, and the blood stain on his face was wiped off, as quiet as a sculpture.

At night, the injured began to have a fever, his forehead was hot, and his body temperature was as high as forty degrees. Liu Yimeng was in a hurry and didn't know what to do, so he had to use the physical cooling method. After using the alcohol, he had to go home and steal a bucket of inferior high-quality white wine from his father. He kept dipping his towel to wipe the man's body. He was busy for the middle of the night and became cold.

"It's not that he is dead, right?" Liu Yimeng cried out, cried for a long time, and tentatively touched the man's pulse. Also, the person was not dead, but his fever subsided.

The exhausted Liu Yimeng fell asleep on the head of the bed, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, and the pirated novel slid to the ground. She was dreaming that the prince charming drove a cool motorcycle to the garbage dump to marry her...

After a night of howling west wind, the morning sun shone on the shoulders of Liu Yimeng's nurse uniform. She woke up and looked up at the window. The smog disappeared and the sun was shining. When she looked at the sofa, the wounded disappeared without a trace.

Liu Kunlun rushed over and searched around and still disappeared. He analyzed that the wounded probably woke up, afraid that we would ask him for medical expenses, so he sneaked away, but we didn't suffer any loss. His mobile phone was with me. Although Liu Yimeng was unhappy, he accepted this explanation, saying that as long as people were alive, it was fine.

This happened as if it had never happened. Until the seventh day, Liu Kunlun picked up a universal charger in the garbage dump and threw it to Liu Yimeng to charge it. After the battery was fully charged, Liu Yimeng tried to install the battery and pressed the power button for a long time. The narrow green screen illuminated, showing the four words "China Telecom".

Liu Yimeng fiddled with her phone, and suddenly a line of phone numbers popped up on the screen. The beeping sounded, scaring her so much that she almost threw the phone out. The beeping sound kept ringing. Liu Yimeng hesitated for a long time and finally answered it.
Chapter completed!