The man who escaped from Haitang City

The aurora didn't exist for a long time, but it disappeared from the dark sky in just a moment.

Until the last drop of phantom light left without a trace, Yi sighed with satisfaction and said, "Go, go back to sleep!"

The two rolled into the snow cave. At dawn the next day, Rong Hongxue packed his bags and cleaned up the traces of the campfire. Yi Zhen looked at him and asked, "Are you going back now?"

Rong Hongxue stopped what he was doing, and said seriously, "Where else do you want to go?"

"No, it's not me," Yi Zhen nodded, "It's you, where else do you want to go?"

Rong Hongxue froze for a moment.

"Where do you want to go to play..."

He stopped talking slowly, suddenly lost in thought.

Did he want to live this kind of life before?

There is no need to fight in the mud and blood, no need to struggle in the mine for a little bit of work, a mouthful of barely enough water, and work hard day by day, no need to repeat the process of eating-working-sleeping numbly, as if living only I have the strength to close my eyes...

Now he took Yi Zhen to see the annual aurora, and they laughed and shouted loudly behind the war elephant, as if everything in the world could be left behind.Yi Zhen said that he would grow up to be the master of this world, Rong Hongxue only felt that the goal was grand and far away, like this, spending every dusk and morning with this person in front of him was already the whole world he longed to have.

He smiled slightly and said, "I want to take a look along the road the war elephants have traveled to see where they have been."

Yi Zhen untied the sled, slammed on the ground proudly, and raised his hand: "Get in the car!"

After being trampled by the war elephants last night, the snow has become a solid and flat ice surface, and the sleds are driving on it at an unknown number of times faster than last night.

The two took turns to play for a while, Rong Hongxue had a whim, and took off the spare bracket of the sled, he and Yi Zhen each had one, and used this as an oar, just like rowing an ice boat, soaring on the spacious elephant track fly up.

The wind whizzed across the sides of their faces, flipped their hoods, and the black hair of both of them fluttered back in a mess. Yi Zhen shouted: "Come on!"

Rong Hongxue shouted: "It's a turn! Balance, balance!"

The slippery ice track turned a corner, and Yi Zhen let himself go to the point of ecstasy. Before he had time to slow down at the turn, the sled was blocked by a sudden and rough snowdrift, and the whole body turned forward.

Due to inertia, the two fell to the snow in unison, and stopped after a while with their faces on the brakes. Then the sled rolled and fell, covering the two of them heavily.

Yi Zhen: "..."

Rong Hongxue: "..."

Buried in the thick snow, Rong Hongxue sighed deeply.

Yi Zhen: "Smith Marseille! I am too crazy."

First time raw, second time familiar, Rong Hongxue skillfully lifted the sled to dig Yi Zhen out of the snow.

"Slow down, okay?"

Yi Zhen, who had been severely beaten by the skiing industry twice in a row, only nodded, and reached a consensus with his accomplices, never to speed up without authorization.

The two walked along the elephant road, and after going through three similar bends, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of them. Yi Zhen was startled, and Rong Hongxue involuntarily stopped.

"That's... what's that?"

In front of it is a relatively low plain. In the center of the plain, there is a solitary spire covered with heavy snow. It is like the skeleton of an ancient giant.

Yi Zhen said, "Go, go down and have a look."

The sled, like a leaf drifting in the wind, slid lightly to the middle of the plain and stopped in front of the huge building.

This must be a once magnificent tower, even if a little bit of the tip was broken by the wind, snow and dust for an unknown period of time, it is as huge as a giant whale jumping out of the sea.Rong Hongxue said: "There are footprints of elephants all around."

Yi Zhen jumped off the sled and took a closer look at the outer wall of the spire. The gaps where the masonry collapsed were filled with ice and snow. Besides, there were many traces that had been swept over a large area.

"The elephants are also cleaning it regularly," Yi Zhen speculated, "Is this also an eye-catching coordinate for them? We can't go any further."

Rong Hongxue asked, "What's wrong?"

"The coordinates need to be carefully maintained every year to ensure that it can stand here forever to guide the way... The place where the elephants go is probably their elephant grave." Yi Zhen said, "We take a ride, there is no one relationship, but if you dare to spy on their elephant graves, you may be hunted to the ends of the earth."

Rong Hongxue asked in a daze, "What is an elephant tomb?"

"It's their grave," Yi Zhen observed the building in front of him, "it's the final destination of every elephant. Just like a whale sinks into the bottomless abyss after death, using its body to prosper the ocean Ecology, also like the sage's..."

Yi Zhen gently closed his lips, his eyes were sad for a moment.

...It's also like the burial place of a sage, like the heavy price you paid to save my life.

"Like what?" Rong Hongxue asked.

Yi Zhen said: "It's nothing, just to tell you, you can't trespass on other people's ancestral graves."

His eyes suddenly lit up, he squatted down hastily, and smashed the ice surface with his hands: "Come on! This place can be opened!"

Rong Hongxue leaned over, and the two of them squatted on the ground to study for a while, and found that this was the location of a small window. After an unknown period of time, the glass inside was completely rotted, and only a thick layer of ice sealed the outside.

Rong Hongxue drew out the dagger, Yi Zhen used the bone knife, the two of them dug together for a while, and pulled out a dark hole.

Rong Hongxue probed to look, the air inside had been frozen for most of the winter, it was unbearable, he frowned, and threw a luminescent ore down.

The ore rolled down the chaotic and messy space, and the light passed through the rusted beams and the messy ruins, but it still landed on a relatively stable open space.

"Oh?" Yi Zhen became interested, and the two of them waited for about ten minutes for the air inside to evaporate before going down the dug hole.

Needless to say Yi Zhen's skills, Rong Hongxue has also made great progress after several months of training. The two nimbly climbed into the ruins of this high tower, trying to avoid touching those already very fragile broken structures, and finally stepped on On the plane where the ore falls.

Rong Hongxue took out two miner's lamps and handed one to Yi Zhen. They covered their mouths and noses and shone around for a while.Yi Zhen found that what they were stepping on was actually a woven carpet with a relatively complete pattern, which vaguely looked like gorgeous flowers. Yi Zhen wiped it carefully, and the faded carpet was like rotten incense ash. The finger is wiped away.

"Unfortunately," Yi Zhen said, "None of us are professional archaeologists."

Rong Hongxue said from the other side: "Come and see, I found a box!"

Yi Zhen walked over quickly, and it was actually a heavy copper box with exquisite carvings, inlaid with beautiful gold and silver, but the erosion of time was too serious and terrible, and the patterns carved on the box were blurred into It was a ball, the color of gold and silver, and only a trace remained in the corner.

Yi Zhen broke off the very brittle lock, and managed to open the box without dismantling the frame.

"These are books?" Rong Hongxue asked curiously.

After a long, isolated time, the contents inside are still quite well preserved, the skin is smooth, and the specially treated paper does not stick when turned.

"Yes, these are books." Yi Zhen swept away an open space, and placed these precious books one by one on it, "It's just that these can't be taken outside, and they will be finished as soon as they see the light."

These books are not all written in the common language, but bring together a variety of languages.In addition to ancient Chinese and ancient English, there are also Japanese, French, and some strange characters that Yi Zhen can't distinguish at all.

"There is a collection of ancient poems!" Yi Zhen turned a page in surprise, "So, the owner of the tower is still a collector."

Rong Hongxue was holding a thick book in the common language and read it intently, and he could only understand this one.

"Look," Yi Zhen put a page of ancient poems in front of him and illuminated them with a miner's lamp, "This is your name. Life is like everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush... This is the original text of these two poems , your mother named you from here."

Rong Hongxue stared at it for a while, then said in a low voice, "Actually, I have never understood what this sentence means."

"Wandering places in the world are like the claw marks left by birds on the snow by accident. They are extremely impermanent." Yi Zhen said, "You were born here, but this may not be your end, you still have a long way to go. Let's go, looking at the future life, if we can understand how the world is changing, won't there be a lot of troubles?"

Yi Zhen said: "Maybe this is what your mother wants to say to you. There are too many fucking things in the world. Let it be, take it easy, and there is nothing difficult to overcome."

Rong Hongxue smiled, didn't say anything, and asked again: "Is there really no way to take these books?"

"Leave it here," Yi Zhen said, "If you take it up, it will die when you see the light. If you put it here, you can spend a little more time, and maybe you will have a chance to see it again."

They put the books into the copper box one by one, closed the lid again, and climbed out along the same path.

"If we come again next time, it will be spring." Rong Hongxue straightened the sled and said.

Yi Zhen looked into the distance with soft eyes: "Yes, spring comes very quickly."

Three months after their return home, a short, warm early spring temporarily descended on the planet.

The abundant snow water melts quickly under the approaching light of the stars, and flows into the arid desert. In the three seasons of summer, autumn and winter, it seems that extinct plants have drilled out of the sand layer, breathing the moist moisture in the air.

Of course, although these low plants are alive, they can only be called shriveled yellow grass, which is covered with a layer of fluff on the ground, no different from yellow sand.However, after all, they are the tenacious life that grows on this sinister planet. After absorbing the winter snow with all their strength, the yellow grass soon grew shriveled, low-hanging flower buds, bending their slender Thin grass stalks.

One early spring morning, Yi Zhen woke up from a light sleep. He sat up, turned his head, and saw a cluster of delicate, light purple flowers in the stone cup on the table, like a baby's breath. , There is a kind of beauty like fog.

Yi Zhen froze for a moment and smiled.

It turned out to be a spring flower.