Mist

During the monsoon rain, the heavy eyelids opened a gap with difficulty, the light fell into the eyes, and the pupils were stimulated to shrink slightly.

A brilliant aurora appeared again, shockingly beautiful.

Green, blue, and purple fluorescence.

They flashed in waves from the dark sky and disappeared at the end of the sky.

The surroundings are extremely quiet, and I can almost hear my heartbeat and breathing during the monsoon rains.

This is where?

By the way, they started a new task.

The memory of monsoon rain stays before departure.

After coming out of PU-31, they took a good rest for a few days in the time and space of the Sky System, recharged, and everyone returned to their best state. After everyone's consultation, they accepted the new transition mission.

Everything was normal until I entered the capsule.

But what happened later?

During the monsoon rains, my body was frozen stiff, and a layer of hoarfrost formed on the dark eyelashes.

He exhausted all his strength, but he could only raise his eyelids, and then saw his capsule parked not far away. A big hole was broken in the silver-white cabin, and the transparent panel was broken into spider webs. The safety buckles were scattered, the exposed wiring in the cabin was messy, and small sparks burst out from time to time.

An accident occurred during the transition.

"Zi."

The mechanical arm was forced into a curved arc, and it seemed to detect the health of the guardian. It held the nutrient solution and wanted to send it toward the living body.

It's a pity that it's too far.

It stretched and held it repeatedly, forming the only sound here.

Looking here during the rainy season, he seems to be in a large garbage dump.

Countless mechanical debris and discarded parts piled up into a high mountain, exuding the stench of engine oil and corruption. The wreckage may have been piled up for a long time, and vine-like plants have grown in the gaps, entwined with the machine body, and bloomed with fluorescent transparent flowers.

This is where?

When it was rainy season, I looked back and found myself lying in the garbage dump in a weird posture. The pain on my body far exceeded the level of endurance at any time, but I couldn't make a sound.

"Hey!"

In the places that are not visible during the monsoon rains, there is a sound echoing far away.

"Kah! Kah!" The voice got closer and closer, as if someone stepped on a mountain full of mechanical debris and came towards him step by step.

The night sky in front of me was blocked.

During the monsoon rain, a shadow suddenly appeared above him, and someone was looking down at him condescendingly.

With rosacea, blue eyes, a fat face with a red beard, and a mess of reddish-brown hair, he had a face-to-face with him.

The heat from the other party’s breathing sprayed on his face during the monsoon rains, smelling of alcohol and very unpleasant.

During the rainy season, he couldn't move, and wanted to talk, but he could only blink.

The bearded man looked at him for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, pinched his chin with his rough fingers and looked left and right again, as if confirming that he was alive, then murmured a bunch of words in his mouth, his voice was rough, and he said something. But it is a language that cannot be understood during the rainy season.

Immediately afterwards, the beard walked away, and the trash was stomped and kicked everywhere.

After a minute, the beard came back.

This time he had an extra thick iron chain in his hand. He used this iron chain to tie it up during the monsoon rains and fasten the iron lock.

Then, the beard grabbed one end of the chain and dragged him in the other direction.

During the monsoon rains, he almost clenched his back molars, and couldn't exert half of his strength to make a sound.

His whole body was in severe pain. The addition of iron chains made his already sensitive body due to the pain worse. The hard chains and the mechanical parts under his body all aggravated the pain. He was sweating coldly, and he felt that he might not be in the future. What good has happened-this man doesn't seem to be saving him.

It just dragged on.

The beard seemed to have discovered something, dropped the chain, and slumped back in strides.

I tried to look at it during the rainy season, only to see the giant-like body of the other party blocking his capsule.

"哐—"

With another sound, the beard tore off the robotic arm and threw it into the garbage dump. When he turned around, he was holding a medicine bottle in his hand, holding the nutrient solution that belongs to the monsoon rain.

The bearded man looks very happy.

He looked at the nutrient solution, murmured a few words in his mouth, and then put the nutrient solution into his dirty pocket.

During the rainy season, he was dragged away by the big beard.

The farther you are from the tallest pile of garbage mountains, the wider your field of vision will be.

During the monsoon rains, I found that this is a huge garbage dump. I am afraid that it is as wide as several football fields. In addition to his damaged capsule, there are even satellites, rockets, and even space stations, which are expensive and advanced materials. , Was thrown here along with the scraps.

The sky does not seem to be the sky within his cognition.

It is extremely dark, very close to the ground, perhaps only a few hundred meters in height, like a chaos that wraps the earth.

And the beautiful light like aurora seems to be a reflection of nothingness.

In the field of vision, there was nothing but a mountain of garbage and vines that grew arbitrarily.

The vitality of those vines is endless, growing tenaciously from every gap, absorbing the nutrients of the ruins.

From a distance, the entire junkyard is full of its transparent fluorescent flowers, like the string lights used to decorate the Christmas tree on holidays, creating a rather decadent beauty.

During the rainy season, he was thrown on a spacious, self-made two-wheeled cart with unknown dirt.

Then he saw that the beard threw something else on the cart.

Dirty blankets, chairs, some copper tableware, a few barrels of liquid that may have been damaged and expired cans.

The last item was thrown in.

Well!

During the monsoon rains, I groaned in my heart and my chest hurt.

The whole body was dark and cold, and only one glance made my heart sink suddenly during the monsoon rains.

-Sleep.

It was Song Qinglan's gun.

He was thrown on the cart during the rainy season, trying to keep himself awake, but looking up at the unchanging sky aggravated his fatigue, and even the bumps of the cart hypnotized him.

He didn't fully wake up until he was thrown out of the car.

The hoarfrost formed on the black combat uniform turned into water vapor, and the cold pressed against the skin and drilled into the bones.

Shivering in a dream during the monsoon rains, I noticed that I was lying on a hard and cold ground, but I didn't have the strength to curl up to warm myself.

In such a difficult sleep, he actually didn't sleep well.

where is he.

How are your teammates?

Why is Song Qinglan's gun there?

What does the beard want to do.

These thoughts kept circling in my mind during the monsoon rain, they twisted into a tight string, always vigilant, reminding myself not to really fall asleep.

I don't know how long he slept, he heard someone talking to him in a low voice, but his hearing was dull and he couldn't hear him clearly.

Then, his stiff upper body was lifted up, something wrapped him up. He opened his eyelashes in a daze, and saw that the dirty blanket that was wrapped around him was the big beard thrown into the car. It was made of wool, with holes made by cigarette butts and stains like old sweat. I don’t know how many bacteria had been drilled. Inside, hygiene is worrying.

Even if every cell in the body wants to escape from this dirty blanket, it cannot refuse it during the monsoon rains, let alone refuse it. You can only let it give yourself a little warmth. Gradually, the hands and feet regain a little sense.

He still couldn't sleep soundly.

After a long time, he could finally move his head a little.

The temperature from the dirty blanket is constantly coming from human body temperature, indicating that he is being held by someone across the blanket.

It feels bad, and I want to struggle during the rainy season. In a daze, he saw a face he knew and impressed before him.

The face looked a little different, but it was difficult to find the difference during the rainy season.

It is not clear whether it is a dream or reality. In short, seeing this face, suddenly put down all the tight strings during the monsoon rains, and dropped all the vigilance regardless.

Then, sleepiness overwhelmed the world.

During the monsoon rains, I fell into a deep sleep.

Wake up again.

The body's consciousness gradually recovered, and the pain in the limbs disappeared invisibly. In addition to the fiery back pain-the result of friction when being dragged away by someone, I felt that people had already felt a lot easier during the rainy season.

He wasn't very awake, but he opened his eyes.

The entrance is a smooth floor and ceiling, as well as walls and circular air valves made of similar ABS alloy. Through the small round window on the wall, you can see the still dark, unchanging sky outside.

This is like an enlarged version of the inside of the capsule. To be precise, it may be a small room in the capsule.

"Woke up?"

Humane.

It was only during the rainy season that Song Qinglan was sitting next to him.

The other party has a long leg bent, with his head and back leaning against the wall, in a boring posture.

It turned out that it was not a dream just now.

In the rainy season, I finally knew why Song Qinglan felt different.

Although the opponent's personality is domineering and non-trivial, but he pays great attention to appearance, and it is also a type that makes people shine. But on weekdays, the face that can be described as handsome is unshaven at this time, and looks a little sloppy. If you want to look at it, it is more vicissitudes of manhood.

In the monsoon season, he was separated from his teammates only for a while after taking the capsule.

But judging by the layer of stubble on Song Qinglan's chin, they must have been apart for more than a while.

Lying on the small rectangular bed in the room during the monsoon rains, with the dirty blanket on her body.

The two of them are separated by a distance within the normal range, but the reason for the warming of the body just now is definitely not wrong in the monsoon rains.

He opened his mouth and spit out a few words: "Just now, thank you..."

It's okay if you don't speak, you only know how unpleasant your voice is when you talk about the monsoon rains. It's as dry and hoarse as if you haven't spoken for a long time, and you scratch your ears.

"You're welcome." Song Qinglan's tone was the same as before, her eyebrows raised slightly, "If you don't warm you up, you will freeze to death."

As he said, he paused, as if he felt that there was something wrong with the behavior just now, and asked unnaturally: "You, don't mind."

When the rainy season shows confusion, why should I mind?

Shouldn't it be Song Qinglan who should mind?

Song Qinglan seemed to have thought of something, her lips bend.

Don't mind what, I don't bother to care about it, anyway, he will do the same after changing other teammates.

But during the monsoon season, this man... Isn't the hygienic addiction a bit too serious? I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes just now, and I didn't want to cover this blanket, so he closed his eyes in his sleep and sighed.

With that sigh, he was simply compromising with himself, and he could see that he was sincerely disgusting with this blanket.

Skip the topic.

There are many doubts during the rainy season: "Where are we? When did you come?"

He still remembers the big beard that dragged him back.

And that mountain of rubbish.

And the transparent fluorescent flowers blooming in the ruins.

Song Qinglan replied, "I don't know where it is."

Speaking of this, Song Qinglan's lazy expression gradually converged and became a little serious. Then, he told what he knew: "I only remember that we entered the capsule, and seemed to lose consciousness in the middle. Waiting for me to wake up. It's already here."

I don't know what went wrong.

When Song Qinglan woke up, she was lying in that huge mountain of garbage.

"It may be that the cabin ruptured during the transition, causing the temperature to drop rapidly, and the rapid frost on the surface of the human body caused excessive sensory stimulation." Song Qinglan paused and continued, "I was in the same situation as you when I arrived here. Moved, lay in the garbage dump for a long time, and then was dragged back by a big man—it was the one that dragged you back."

"Since I woke up, I was kept in this small room by the big man."

"After observing for a period of time, I found that it seems to be day and night, and I have never seen the sun. That person searched everything on my body. Without the communicator, I don't know how long I was detained. If you insist, I have been here for at least five or six days."

Frowning beautiful eyebrows during the rainy season: "Have you been so long?"

Song Qinglan nodded: "It's been a long time. This is just my conservative estimate, and it may not be longer."

No wonder Song Qinglan looks like this, but for the monsoon season, the concept of time is so short that it can only be recorded in hours.

There seemed to be an error in time for the two of them, but it did not cause an error.

They arrived at the same point in time, but in a different order.

Asked during the monsoon: "Where are the others?"

Song Qinglan said: "Except for the big red-haired man, there are no other people here and no teammates are seen."

nobody else?

When the rainy season thought, did the teammates also have a time error, will they come here later than them?

Seeing him silently thinking, Song Qinglan also thought of a place with him, saying: "I thought that only my jump was wrong. I want a person here to grow old with a big beard. Fortunately, he picks you up. After coming back, it seems that other people from the seventh team are likely to come here."

Being shunted out in the long river of time and space, without knowing the year, month, and location, and being alone in an unfamiliar room, no one in this world will even know his whereabouts, and I am afraid that an ordinary person has already suffered a psychological breakdown.

But during the monsoon rains, from Song Qinglan's tone, from Song Qinglan's expression, there is no trace of fragility and fear.

Song Qinglan didn't know if she was joking: "I have to thank him for picking you up, so even if we can't go back, I won't be suffocated by boredom."

During the rainy season: "..."

During the rainy season: "No wonder you are afraid that I will freeze to death."

"That is, at least someone can talk to me." Song Qinglan's lips brought a smile, "You don't know, the big man doesn't speak our language, so it's up to me to yell cheeky and try my best to get the big man He understood what I meant. He rewarded such a blanket and I wrapped you up."

It turned out that the blanket came this way.

Song Qinglan saw something and teased: "Is it warmer?"

I have given up struggling during the rainy season.

After he slept, his whole body was limp, the jar broke, and the blanket didn't want to move no matter how dirty he was: "Yes, thank you."

As he was talking, the gas valve two meters away suddenly struck.

A red beard appeared behind the glass on the air valve, and then the beard moved down, revealing rosacea and blue eyes.

It was the big beard who picked them back.

The bearded man woke up when he saw the monsoon rain, and quickly opened a small rectangular grid under the air valve. His blue eyes looked at them through the small grid, and he whispered a lot of words in his mouth, which sounded like interrogative sentences.

Song Qinglan seemed to be getting used to it soon, and looked at the air valve coldly.

During the rainy season, he didn't understand what this meant, nor did he understand.

The beard said to himself for a minute or two, changing the pronunciation of several different words and questions in his tone, as if he had run out of patience, suddenly he banged and slammed the valve angrily, and then he grew up. Throwing something in the grid came in.

The jar skull rolled on the ground, the small grid was closed, and the beard walked away angrily.

During the monsoon rains, I was puzzled and felt like being treated as a pet: "He is feeding us?"

"Probably still want to communicate with us." Song Qinglan said, "He will come every once in a while, and he kept saying the same to me a few times before. Later, if I knew that I didn't understand, I just threw it away. When you came back, he said it again."

Song Qinglan stood up, walked to the door and picked up the can.

The trademark was written in English, so I didn't dare to think about it. Anyway, it looked like luncheon meat.

Overall this meal is not bad.

The bearded man guessed that he didn't learn mathematics well, and now he was going to feed two people, but he only gave one pot.

After a long sleep, I didn't eat. I was a little hungry during the rainy season. I had to sit up with my sour body and shared this can with Song Qinglan.

"It's better to be at the transit station some time ago and have everything you want to eat." Song Qinglan ate very little, maybe because she was a little dissatisfied with the taste of the can, and finally gave the whole can to the season rain, "We have to think about it. You can't be locked here forever."

"Do you have any suggestions?"

During the monsoon rains, he ate with his eyelashes down, even if he was hungry, his eating appearance was very gentle.

Song Qinglan looked at him: "Don't worry, we have two people now, wait until you finish eating."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Song swallowed: Damn, luncheon meat, Lao Tzu's New Year.

After a while, Xiao Song thought to himself: Advisor Ji is so weak and eats so well, forget it... I'm really a good captain.