A collection of short stories about Qingshan as snow and yellow

This winter afternoon was not as cold as usual.Perhaps because the winter has lasted for too long, people in this land are not as afraid of wind and snow as they were at the beginning.There are no more seasons these days, but the calendar is still working as it should.So far, people have spent seven winters.

One era is moving forward, while the other is going backwards.Someday, they will always reach a compromise.

It's still snowing.There were many people on the platform on the fourth line, none of whom were still not used to snow.Seven years ago, snow and winter only existed in books, and they came to us overnight from illustrated stories and silver-blue paint.From this point of view, it is far easier for people to adapt to this world than they imagined.

A dark train is parked on the platform. It is a 20-year-old model, old-fashioned but safe and reliable, and most importantly, it does not consume energy like products from the end of the summer era.In winter, don't forget to save at any time.Its original painting was gold and red, which perfectly matched the green fields along the route. When it was put into operation again in winter, the staff rough painted it into hazelnut color.It looked like a dank, austere, nostalgic earth-coloured scar beneath the ice over the vast expanse of white ground.

Fog filled the sky above the platform, but it wasn't all white smoke from the train's head.Warm smoke rose upwards, and through them snow fell, not melting quickly, but accumulating like sand at people's feet.When Huang Shaotian realized this, a lot of snow had fallen on his hair, he brushed it off, and put the hat he had been clutching in his hand on his back.

Surrounded by people who are about to board the train, some look very young, some are not so young anymore.They were all wearing combat uniforms, which looked like a dark torrent swarming beside the railroad tracks from a distance, and the buttons and epaulets on their coats shone among the crowd.Some people wore brightly colored silk scarves on their heads, others held colored paper boxes in their hands, and many people hugged and said goodbye to the crying girl.In the days to come, they may no longer be able to hold things in their arms that remind them of flowers and summer.

Huang Shaotian looked out over the fence, and many people nodded and smiled at him.Everyone knows that the people standing here at this moment are soldiers going to the snow field, they are smiling at a soldier, they are smiling at the courage of a young face, but no one here knows his name.No one came to say goodbye to him.

He felt his sleeve being pulled, and a little girl who was not as high as the fence was looking up at him.Seeing him bow his head, the little girl smiled shyly, put a flower into his hand, and ran away.

It was a rose made of paper.Huang Shaotian carefully put it in his pocket, squeezed out from the silent crowd, turned around and boarded the train.

He went all the way to the car near the end, opened the door, and found that he was the last to arrive.The team members are all there, Zheng Xuan raised his head and said: "Young Master Huang, you are here! I just saw you on the other side of the platform, are you waiting for someone?"

"No, I just went to take a closer look at the ecology of the residents of the fourth line of defense, to see if I can write a paper on this topic to complete my correspondence homework or something." Huang Shaotian took out a bag from his coat, "Come here Try it, it will be difficult to eat this in the future."

He took the bag and distributed it around, and everyone got two candies wrapped in paper.Xu Jingxi opened it and looked at it: "Chocolate?"

"It's Jiu Xin Tang." Huang Shaotian said.He took the last one out of the bag and popped it into his mouth.

Alcohol was a popular equivalent among soldiers heading into the depths of the snowfields, though the deserted defenses didn't give them much chance of getting it.For these young people, the world was still summer when they were young, and the sweets and treats lingered in their memories.The sudden winter and war made them quickly become the kind of people they might never become in peacetime.

"We are going to the fifth line of defense." Huang Shaotian clapped his hands after eating the candy. "No one can say for sure what will happen in the future, so while we are still a small team..."

He glanced at the faces of the team members: "I will speak for your captain."

Everyone fell silent, only the sound of the train rolling over the tracks was still ringing in the carriage.

"The place we are going to is the northern front." Huang Shaotian paused, "Some of you have been on the battlefield, and some have not, but there is no difference between everyone now. No one knows when the winter will end, I need Remember, only by surviving can you see Xia Tian again."

The team members responded very neatly.After a few seconds, Zheng Xuan asked suspiciously: "And then?"

"No, then, I'm done." Huang Shaotian looked at him inexplicably.

Zheng Xuan blinked, very uncomfortable: "Young Master Huang, do you know that this is the shortest speech I have heard from you since I joined the team."

"What more do you want me to say?" Huang Shaotian knocked his head.

"I'll just talk casually!" Zheng Xuan covered his head, "Is it true that if you become the captain, you will talk less?"

Huang Shaotian said, "I'm not the captain, your captain is at the rear."

"It's been a long time since I last saw him," Xu Jingxi sighed, "I hope the captain is well."

"He's in the rear, safer than us." Huang Shaotian shrugged, "Don't say what you want, as long as we go back alive, we can meet those people who didn't come."

"Yes," Zheng Xuan nodded vigorously, "We must go back alive."

Huang Shaotian smiled.There were no windows in this carriage, only an air vent covered with iron sheets in the corner, and he leaned close to it, lifted the cover and looked out.

He saw the snow-covered fields, the thick cumulus clouds in the leaden sky, and it was as if they were in a rickety boat, ready to cross the vast sea with their oars.

When the sky darkened, the team members leaned against their seats and closed their eyes one by one.Judging from their breathing, it was hard to tell how many of them were really asleep.

Huang Shaotian stared at the faintly glowing silhouette of the vent in the dark, feeling extraordinarily awake.Before his eyes came the railing by the platform and the little girl behind the railing. The paper rose was in his breast pocket, as warm as a pigeon.The shock-absorbing pillows couldn't completely eliminate the lingering sound of the train's vibrations, and he felt a bit of a headache, and then needed to focus on something to relieve the discomfort.

He let the snow of the fourth line fill his mind.Snow is different in every place. On the fourth line of defense, it looks like fine sand sifted from the sky. In the small town of my hometown, it looks like large flakes of thin and light feathers. In those days, when there is no snow, the clouds are often overcast, so the sunny days after the snow are short and precious.When they looked out of the window of the base, they were always stung by the reflection on the white ground.

The snow there is fine crystals.They are fabricated by this nature, and sent to test all life in the world as transparent gears.

People in the military face separation all the time.Old trains ran on the ancient railroad tracks, transporting soldiers to the north, to places north of the north, and to the ends of the earth farther than that.Those young people, they defended their hometown thousands of miles away from their hometown.

Every separation is on the platform, but not every time there is no one to see him off.Huang Shaotian remembered the snowy day in the past, the day they boarded the long-distance train for the first time...or maybe it wasn't snowing, he couldn't recall every detail clearly now.But if there was no snow, it must have been a gloomy day, because he couldn't recall the slightest trace of sunlight.Before the train was about to start, he was behind the railing on the platform, waiting for someone to arrive.

He thought it might be a cloudy day, because the parting was as suffocating as the oppressive air, or it might be snowing, because the man he was waiting for came late.However, the other party did not miss the appointment. He watched him pass through the crowd and came to him, wanting to bid him a final farewell.The scene in his memory was shaking, and the faces of the people around him were sometimes blurred and sometimes clear. He stretched out his hand, trying to touch that shadow——

The picture is not clear.He fell asleep.

"It's really slow." Huang Shaotian murmured.

Xu Jingxi was startled. "You're awake!" He hurried over, "Do you feel better?"

Huang Shaotian blinked his eyes, only a small dim light was in his field of vision, he realized that he was in the camp of Beiguo, not a shaking train carriage.Then he felt his ears get cold, and someone stuck the instrument in and took his temperature.

"Your body temperature has risen, but your condition is not very good." Xu Jingxi stood beside the camp bed and brought him a glass of water. "Now you have to rest more, and you won't be able to go out for a while."

"How's the situation outside?" Huang Shaotian asked.

Xu Jingxi shook his head: "No big problem."

Huang Shaotian took a sip from the cup and almost choked. "Why is this medicine getting harder and harder to drink?" He took a breath, "It tastes like soy sauce!"

"This is a newly shipped medicine, and it is said that the effect is better than before." Xu Jingxi patted him on the back, "I know it's disgusting, so let's drink it."

Huang Shaotian pinched his nose and drank the medicine.At this time, the door was knocked twice hastily, and Zheng Xuan lifted the curtain and walked in.He ran to the bed with a chill all over his body: "Young Master Huang, you are awake! We are all worried to death!"

"I'm not dead yet." Huang Shaotian wanted to lift the blanket, but the two pushed it back.He protested: "I feel fine now, it's just a dream..."

"What dream?" Xu Jingxi became nervous. "It is said that this disease may cause hallucinations. Tell me about it?"

"I don't think it's a hallucination." Huang Shaotian spread his hands, "I just dreamed about what happened when we set off from the fourth line of defense, and then I fell asleep in the car. In the dream, I had another dream. When I left the research institute base... oh why is it a bit messy, what did I dream about?"

Zheng Xuan said worriedly: "I think you should continue to sleep."

After they all left the room, Huang Shaotian turned over and sat up, dragged out the package from under the bed, and took out a replacement military uniform.When he shook off his coat, a crumpled thing fell out of his pocket, and he flattened it carefully on the table, only to find that it was a rose made of paper.

He slowly puts on his shirt and fastens his belt in a manner that would have been reprimanded by the instructors in a training camp a few years ago.He wasn't used to this slow process, but the ice flowing in his veins seemed to be still in place, making a clanging sound.He needs to wait for those things to melt.

"Phase Ice Age Maladaptation"—that's the scientific name for the condition that's currently troubling him.Patients usually appear to be unafraid of the cold, but prolonged activity in low temperatures can lead to rigidity, from which mobility can only be regained by rescue measures.Many soldiers with such symptoms were sent back to the rear, and if they continued to stay in the cold front, there was a high chance of irreversible functional cessation.

People call it "summer disease".This symptom began to appear when the long winter came, and according to historical records, it would only disappear when summer returned.

Huang Shaotian turned the gears next to the camp bed, and he has become very familiar with the usage of these things over the past few years.A small copper basin protruded from the bed frame, filled with filtered water. He briefly washed his face, and when he raised his head, his eyes met his own in the mirror.

In the mirror is a 24-year-old face.In other eras, he may have just graduated and is sending resumes everywhere, or trying to get a perfect thesis under the nose of his tutor.Even now, he is still very young.There was no sign of age on his face, only fading scars, and his eyes were still bright, and the cold and blood never quenched the fire that burned in them.Looking at himself in the mirror, Huang Shaotian always felt that something was different from when he hadn't gone to the front line—just like when he was still dreaming of old dreams on the train—and that feeling didn't just come from The gift of wind and frost.He remembered the school saying when he was a child: the days between the flowers blooming and the leaves falling are summer, and we know when summer starts and ends.Every summer, you grow a year older.

For many people during this long, never-ending winter, something deep within them was like a seed buried under the earth that could no longer grow.

Huang Shaotian tightened the collar of his jacket and strode out of the room.Outside the narrow corridor is the camp. Today is a day when the snow has stopped. Thin fog pervades the lowlands, and people can taste the wetness when they breathe.The clouds are both dense and fine, forming scales of different shades in the sky, as if a dragon that would only bring winter is crouching on the dome, waiting for the warriors among humans to chop it down.

If only things were that simple, Huang Shaotian thought.

The snow in the yard has accumulated layer by layer, and the bottom has turned into soft ice.The ground creaked and creaked on the soles of the boots, which sounded like a listless mocking sound.Huang Shaotian walked to the warehouse door at the end of the yard, paused for a moment, and pushed the door open suddenly; the voice inside seemed to be cut with a knife, and everyone looked at this unexpected visitor in amazement.

"Are you going to attack quietly without telling me?" Huang Shaotian asked.

Xu Jingxi jumped up: "Young Master Huang, why are you here, go back and lie down!"

"Shall I lie down and wait for you to come back from the war to bring souvenirs?" Huang Shaotian looked at each of the bewildered faces one by one, "Don't forget, although I'm not the captain, I still have the final say here."

"Young Master Huang, you have followed us to the battlefield several times since the onset of Xia Xia's illness." Zheng Xuan was sweating on his brow in the cold weather, "If you persist like this, you will not be able to go back! Who was it back then? Say you have to survive to see Xia Tian?"

"Now is not the time to talk about that." Huang Shaotian glanced at him, "I'm sick, but at least I haven't lost my memory. Just after the last match, the beast horde was approaching the defense line, and now you tell me there's nothing wrong outside? "

"Whether you are here or not, we will always try our best." Song Xiao said, "We no longer have..."

His last few words sounded a bit slurred.Huang Shaotian pinched his arm hard, but he almost didn't feel any pain. His eyes went dark for a while, and the sounds around him seemed to come intermittently through the water waves.He vaguely felt that someone was supporting him from behind, and Xu Jingxi was talking: "I'm in the medicine...Let him sleep for two days..."

There is indeed a problem with such an unpalatable medicine!Huang Shaotian thought angrily before falling asleep.

The local junior college in the Blue Rain region is said to be transformed from an old military base.This is a popular saying among children, and its authenticity needs to be verified, but there are indeed many statues of chariots around the school, each of which looks different, which is very in line with the students' fantasies about this kind of weapon in the war years.

12-year-old Huang Shaotian trotted all the way carrying his schoolbag, and when he arrived at the largest statue, there was no one beside him.The sun scorched the road. He walked around the statue under the tree, looked at the end of the road a few times, and finally sat on one wheel of the chariot with his schoolbag in his arms.

He was pinched on the shoulder by something.Huang Shaotian moved carefully to prevent himself from falling, while turning his head to see what it was.On the shell of the statue, which didn't seem so hot to the touch, he saw a square outline, with some handwriting faintly protruding from it.

He became curious, touched the words with his hands, and tried to read them: "Death, death... death..."

"Hand of death." A voice said not far away.

Huang Shaotian was startled, his body tilted and he fell off the wheel.Although it was not high from the ground, the person who spoke ran over to catch him, and then took several steps back under the momentum before standing still.

"It's really slow." Huang Shaotian said with a smile, and patted the hand on his waist, "We won't be able to catch up with the boat in a while."

"The volunteers are a bit overwhelmed today," the other party replied, "I stayed to help them for a while."

"That's right, we're going to sell flowers at the July Festival tomorrow, right?" Huang Shaotian tore off the ribbon on the collar of his shirt, "The girls in our class tied a lot of garlands, I don't know if you are the same... "

He turned his head, and Yu Wenzhou smiled at him in the summer afternoon.The weather is hot but not too hot. There are cicadas singing in the shade of the trees. The fountain farther away has not been repaired for two months, and the pipes in the stone flower pond are gurgling.

Yu Wenzhou took out a paper rose from his pocket: "They folded this kind of flower, and I followed suit."

"It's pretty serious." Huang Shaotian took it curiously, "There are real flowers everywhere now, the one you made is really ingenious."

Yu Wenzhou straightened his school uniform jacket that had just been messed up, and stuffed the rose into his jacket pocket. "Come on," he said, "the next boat is twenty minutes away."

They then walked down the path to the dock.The Junior College is located on the island, and there are several ports leading to different towns, and they are going to the one farthest from here.The places that should have been full of flowers on the roadside are only lush green. This is a very long summer.

"The newspaper said that this summer might be as long as seven months." Huang Shaotian said, "Don't you think this is strange? The book said that it was not like this before. In the past, there were four seasons in a year, and each season had three. moon."

Yu Wenzhou walked beside him and pushed him under the shade of the tree: "That happened a long, long time ago."

"I don't think summer is bad. A little tan is more masculine." Huang Shaotian fanned the wind with his hand, "By the way, is the town's library reopened today? Old books from other places!"

"It's today." Yu Wenzhou made up his mind, "Shall we go together?"

"Let's go, let's go." Huang Shaotian threw his schoolbag back on his shoulders, "Let's go a few more times while we don't have classes in the afternoon, next year we will finish school at night. By the way..."

He turned his head and glanced at the way he came from: "You just said the hand of death, what is that?"

"It's a chariot." Yu Wenzhou said, "It's that statue. I think it might be called that."

"How do you know?" Huang Shaotian asked in surprise, "Is that the name of the statue or the name of the chariot?"

"The statue should have a prototype. I saw it in a book." Yu Wenzhou replied, "The Hand of Death is a famous chariot from the time of war. That statue looks very similar to it."

"That's right, you said you were going to build chariots in the future." Huang Shaotian scratched his hair, "So you've already started researching this, and I don't have any idea about future career plans—"

"How old are you, don't worry." Yu Wenzhou said, "I'm looking for information about this just because I like it, and I don't necessarily have to do this in the future."

"Don't you want to do it if you like it?"

"It also depends on whether it is meaningful." Yu Wenzhou shook his head, "The chariot is not so easy to use now. The tradition of putting this into battle seems to have continued from the last winter era."

"That's true." Huang Shaotian sighed, "If the things you create don't see them being used for the rest of your life, that's pretty sad."

"I hope it won't be useful one day." Yu Wenzhou smiled, "Otherwise, wouldn't that mean a war?"

"War is the worst thing." Huang Shaotian said, "But you just said the winter era, what is that?"

"You must have lost your mind in history class." Yu Wenzhou glanced at him, "It's not long since I talked about this, you remember the part about the four seasons of the year, don't you remember the history of the ice age after that?"

"Who would remember that!" Huang Shaotian protested, "Our teacher lectures super fast! He talks faster than me!"

Yu Wenzhou: "...that's really fast."

He thought for a while, and began to tell him about the part he had just learned: "In the history class, we had four seasons a long time ago, except for the current spring, summer, autumn, and winter; although not every place will It’s snowing, but it’s going to be a lot colder than usual in winter.”

"I heard this part." Huang Shaotian said, "Snow, it sounds really interesting. Isn't it frozen rain?"

"Snow and rain seem to be different." Yu Wenzhou was not very sure, "Maybe the principle is the same?"

"If it's very cold, wouldn't there be ice?" Huang Shaotian gestured, "The kind you put in fruit juice. Maybe it's ice falling from the sky, small pieces of ice... icy rain or something."

"It's a nice name." Yu Wenzhou was thoughtful.

"And then?" Huang Shaotian asked, "What about the long winter?"

"After the end of the four seasons of the year, people spent a long winter." Yu Wenzhou said, "There may be several years, and the whole world is very cold. Maybe it snowed, and no one can say why. During that time, Human beings are not only threatened by the weather, but mutant beasts from cold places are also constantly attacking the place where we live. Many people probably died.”

"Sounds really scary..." Huang Shaotian couldn't imagine that kind of scene, "So did people build chariots?"

"That's it." Yu Wenzhou said, "In short, people lived through that winter. From then on, there are only three seasons left in this world, just like what we have now. After that, every time we pass, we will welcome Have a winter like this."

"In other words, maybe we will also encounter winter?" Huang Shaotian's eyes widened, "But we have been like this for hundreds of years!"

"I don't know, maybe there will be no more winters." Yu Wenzhou said, "I don't think that's a good thing."

"Really..." Huang Shaotian felt a little regretful, "Our summer is getting longer and longer."

At this time they reached the dock.The steaming boats on the pier were approaching, and this one was just in time.The two of them ran up over the lowered planks and found a place in the stern to sit down.

The sunlight between the clouds was very bright, and the lake water was bluer than the ribbon on the school uniform shirt. They lay on the side of the boat, watching the ripples parting the water surface little by little.The college island is gradually moving away from them, and the whole world is like a model covered by a glass cover. Inside, there is a clear, bright, perfect and warm summer, which seems to never disappear.

"Actually," Huang Shaotian whispered, "I used to want to be a soldier."

Yu Wenzhou was really surprised this time.He originally thought that the other party liked things like ancient literature more, and wanted to be a teacher or something in the future. "Soldier?" he repeated.

"Yeah, I want to protect our hometown...isn't that strange?" Huang Shaotian's ears were a little red, "But it's quite peaceful now, and I hope it will continue to be peaceful like this."

Yu Wenzhou stroked his hair: "I can understand what you mean."

If someone else said that, Huang Shaotian would definitely slander "You don't understand" in his heart, and then he should throw this sentence back to the other party depending on the situation; but when he heard Yu Wenzhou say it, maybe it was because he also Knowing the other person's dream, this sentence seems not empty at all.

"I know." He said sullenly, "It's like what you said in winter, wouldn't someone drive a chariot to fight wild beasts? That sounds pretty cool too."

"Chariot driver?" Yu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows, "That profession has disappeared now. If there are still people studying chariots, then there is no market for those who drive chariots at all."

"I'm just talking." Huang Shaotian glanced at him, "But if you build chariots in the future, I must go and show you! You also said that you always hope that the things you build will be used. ?”

"That's not what I meant." Yu Wenzhou said with a smile.

Huang Shaotian wanted to refute, but suddenly his eyes widened. "Look!" He leaned out from the boat and pointed to the shore of the town, "Is that our library?"

Yu Wenzhou looked in the direction of his finger.The library, which had been covered with construction exteriors for more than half a year, finally revealed its original appearance in the summer.It was an inconspicuous building that looked very stable and solid, with many flowers hanging down from the eaves, and the sand-colored exterior walls and blue window frames seemed to be shimmering in the sun.

"It's awesome," Huang Shaotian said softly, "I really want to go in and see what it looks like inside."

"We can go and have a look now." Yu Wenzhou showed a rare eagerness suitable for his age, "Let's go, the ship has arrived at the port!"

The two young boys ran all the way after getting off the boat, hastily greeted many people along the way, the smell of bread and cider wafted from both sides of the stone road from time to time, but they all forgot that they hadn't eaten lunch yet.When they finally came to the bottom of the library, they found that it was even higher than they had seen from a distance before.

"Are you two here?" The older lady at the door knew these two children, they often came to borrow books when the library was not finished, "Come here after school, it's really early, who in my family I just know how to play wildly in the yard... Come up quickly, the inside is very different from before!"

The two "other people's children" thanked her with a smile, took a leaflet and ran in along the steps.The inside of the library was indeed completely new. When walking around the bookshelves, both of them were attracted by the books they had never seen before, and they leaned on the bookshelves to read them unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, a voice said from the side: "Hey, the children are also interested in this?"

Huang Shaotian reflexively closed the book in his hand, while Yu Wenzhou next to him was very calm, his eyes stayed on the page for a few seconds before raising his head.A young man with the appearance of a college student poked his head out from behind the bookshelf and looked at the two of them curiously.

Yu Wenzhou was holding a history book called "Eternal Winter", while Huang Shaotian was holding an album of chariots, and they both looked at this unexpected visitor warily.The young man scratched his hair, and squeezed over with a stack of books: "Hey, I'm not a bad person, but only you two kids come to say hello in this district..."

These two rows of bookshelves are all related to the history of Long Winter, and the books held by the other party are also the same without exception.Huang Shaotian saw the titles of those books sharply: "I said, why is the "History of Chariot Development" in the catalog just now gone? You took it away!"

"Really?" The young man looked down, "If you want to see it, take it first, I can come and see it anytime."

"That's not necessary..." Huang Shaotian looked at the stranger curiously, and the more he looked, the more he felt that there was something incompatible with this town.

"Are you new to town?" Yu Wenzhou asked, "I don't think I've seen you before."

"Ah, that's right." The other party smiled, "My name is Wei Chen. I just graduated two years ago, and I will be the librarian here from now on."

"Welcome, although our place here is not big, but it is very good in every way, and the food is delicious too... Wait, administrator?" Huang Shaotian's eyes lit up, "Do you know where there are more books about winter? ?”

"It's all here." Wei Chen said, looking at the frustrated expressions of the two children, he added: "But I know a secret base in the library, so I can introduce it to you, how about it?"

Huang Shaotian cheered softly: "Really!"

"Really." Wei Chen raised a finger, "But there is an exchange."

"What is it?" Yu Wenzhou asked suspiciously.

"That's it." Wei Chen pointed to the book in their hands, "—can you tell me why you are interested in these?"

Ten minutes later, three furtive figures emerged from the storage room.The tallest one held the key and quietly opened a small door on the side.

"I never expected that the first day I took office would be to take the two of you through the back door." Wei Chen lamented, "I can already foresee how difficult the future work will be."

"Don't worry." Huang Shaotian comforted, "The boys in the town don't like to come to the library very much. As for the girls... I guess they won't come to talk to you."

"Do I look so unattractive to girls!" Wei Chen said angrily.

"No, no, he means," Yu Wenzhou explained, "They dare not come to talk to you."

Wei Chen said: "I didn't hear the difference, it seems to be worse when you explain it..."

They spiraled up the narrow staircase, leftover scraps of debris here and there, but some windows were open, and through them they could see the clear blue sky here.Yu Wenzhou said: "When you just heard that we only heard about winter from books, you seemed quite disappointed."

"I have to say something." Wei Chen held up a small lamp, "I thought some elders in your family told you about this."

"So what's the matter?" Huang Shaotian didn't quite understand, "Not many people in our town care about this, you see these books were delivered just recently."

"Actually, I studied mechanics at school." Wei Chen said, "As for chariots... You all know that there is no market for this. I originally thought that there might be someone here who is also interested and can discuss something with me. "

Huang Shaotian patted Yu Wenzhou on the back: "He is very interested in this! Although we are not very old, he is very smart. I think he will become a powerful scientist sooner or later."

"That's too exaggerated." Yu Wenzhou said, "But I do think chariots are very interesting."

"Let's put it this way, I don't recommend you kids to do this." Wei Chen sighed, "You see, I just came here to be a librarian now. The employment prospects are really unreliable."

"Then why did you study this in the first place?" Yu Wenzhou asked back.

"My ancestor once built chariots, and his name is engraved on an antique in a museum." Wei Chen said, "Now the technology is different from before, but I wanted to copy it when I was in school. Its model... Of course it has not been successful. Some students from the art department have designed a template for public welfare statues based on this."

Yu Wenzhou asked, "What's the name of that chariot?"

"Hand of death." Wei Chen said.

Huang Shaotian groaned: "That statue is now on the street outside our academy, so it really has a prototype!"

"Really?" Wei Chen also seemed very happy, "You guys should take me to see it some other day—OK, we're here."

They stopped outside a dusty door.Wei Chen turned the key a few times with difficulty, and pushed open the door.

After walking in the dark stairwell for a long time, several people were blinded by the light here for a moment.It was a small attic with curtains drawn over the sloping windows, and a few unopened cushions and an open cardboard box were lying on the floor.Huang Shaotian leaned over to look, and there were actually books inside: ""Basic Principles of Chariots", "Winter Front", "Memorabilia of the Ice Age"... so many!"

"Yeah, they're all things you can't find outside." Wei Chen said a little sadly, "Other people won't be interested in these things, you are welcome to come and play often."

"We will!" Huang Shaotian's eyes sparkled, "Can we watch here now?"

"It hasn't been repaired yet." Wei Chen laughed, "But each of you can borrow a copy."

Yu Wenzhou can also see