A collection of short stories about Qingshan as snow and yellow

Very happy, they each picked a book, followed the administrator and locked the door, and returned to the library along the stairs.Wei Chen looked at the rabbit clock on the wall: "It's about this time, shouldn't you go home?"

"We have to go." Yu Wenzhou thanked the other party like an adult, "You will definitely like this place."

"That's right, everyone here is very friendly!" Huang Shaotian smiled brightly, "You're going to come to our house for dinner sometime!"

Wei Chen stood on the steps of the library and waved goodbye to them.The two teenagers walked home along the ramp dyed red by the setting sun, with the books they just borrowed in their schoolbags.The stories wrapped under their covers are the door to another era—the era that was cold, hopeless, and warmed by gunpowder smoke and blood; but now they still don't know anything about the bravery and cruelty in it.

Although the trees and grass on the side of the road are too green to accommodate other colors, the flower vines that people keep in windowsill boxes are still in full bloom.This long summer seems to never end.

Huang Shaotian officially enlisted in the army that year.Prior to this, he had already driven the prototype chariot that was still being improved, and together with Yu Wenzhou led their team to eliminate countless mutant beasts.But the beast tide on the northern defense line is another matter.When patrolling residential areas to protect the safety of ordinary people, they can be guards, they can walk alone, and they can be hunters looking for those dangerous beasts.On the front line, they can only be soldiers.

The coming of cold winter has brought the threat of mutant beasts to people. These creatures wandering in the residential area are more hostile and aggressive than in summer. Before the chariot was officially put into use, many people were killed by their minions.During the six years since the beginning of winter, people gradually wiped out most of the wild beasts in the residential area, and at this moment, the mutated beast swarms in the far north gathered a wave of death, which was like a torrent towards human beings. The world hits.

Excellent fighters rushed to the front line one after another, and Huang Shaotian's team was the first to bear the brunt. However, their captain Yu Wenzhou did not go with them because he was at the research base and could play his value as a tank builder.The train sent them to the north, and the soldiers resisted the waves of beasts, and kept advancing; the original four lines of defense had been increased to six, and even so, the situation was getting tense.

Two months ago, Huang Shaotian discovered that he was suffering from summer sickness.This kind of disease will make people feel that they are omnipotent in winter at first, and the low temperature will no longer threaten them, because the blood rushing in their bodies is far more piercing than the cold wind.But everyone knows the horror of this disease. The patients must keep themselves in a warm environment, otherwise they will die in stiffness.

He had seen people die of it, and it was unlike any death he had ever witnessed.The deceased gradually fell asleep, maintaining the same appearance as before. When buried intact, he was like a soft ice and snow statue made of flesh and blood.

When he just realized that he might become like that, Huang Shaotian also felt fear.But the harsh battle situation didn't give him much time to be afraid. He needed to lead his team to fight against the beast horde, and he had to protect the humans behind the line of defense.He still wants to go back to his hometown one day, even if there is constant heavy snow there all year round, and even if he can't go back, he also hopes that the people there will stay away from danger and war.

He once asked others, what is the fate of the world?

The other party answered him: "Where we fought, there will be people living happily in the future."

He hid his illness from his teammates.This is not as difficult as he imagined. The gradually lower body temperature will not slow down his reaction speed, let alone affect his judgment. He and his chariot are still invincible.Gradually, he felt as if ice was flowing in his blood, and they collided with each other, floating and moving in the river of his body.People who have not really suffered from summer sickness will never understand the feeling. If the never-ending winter is just a harsh environment, then this sickness is the cold that eats away at a person from the depths.It doesn't kill you, it just makes you a part of winter too.

He can now understand why people call it summer sickness. In the severe winter from the inside out, desperate people always want to catch the last bit of warmth.They are so eager for summer.

Then, in the midst of a battle, the ice floes in his veins finally joined forces.Huang Shaotian was able to precisely control a chariot, but at that moment he couldn't control his body. He felt the cold that he hadn't seen for a long time, and then lost consciousness the next second when he tried his best to close the brake valve.

The team members thus discovered his illness.According to Xu Jingxi, a part-time military doctor in the team, he should be sent back to the rear immediately, the only way to save his life.He asked at that time: "Is it possible to cure this disease?"

"...No." Xu Jingxi said, and then quickly added: "But according to records, as long as Xia Tian returns, this disease will be cured without treatment."

"So I'm going to stay by the fire in the basement until summer comes back, just to make sure I don't get frozen into a block of ice?" Huang Shaotian sneered, "I'm not waiting for summer to come back, and I won't spend my whole life waiting for it." summer."

He had just finished drinking the medicine to suppress his illness, hugged the fluffy blanket, but his tone was as unquestionable as if he was giving orders in a chariot.Zheng Xuan said anxiously: "You also think about the captain! He sure doesn't want you to be brave at this time, does he?"

"You guys are the ones who are brave enough." Huang Shaotian said, "The situation here is already so tense, and every downsizing is a big problem. I thought it was a training camp, so I asked for leave if I asked for leave? My illness is waiting for this wave of beasts to pass. I’ll talk about it later, I don’t know anything else, I can hold on for a while at least. Don’t worry, I’m sure I won’t freeze to death here.”

After that, he continued to drive the chariot and stick to the line of defense until his physical condition reached the limit yesterday.He also had some general guesses about his own situation. Although it was not a critical moment, if he continued to fight, he might really die on the front line. In this regard, Xu Jingxi's judgment was completely correct.The sleeping pills in the medicine were enough for him to sleep for two days, and at that time, regardless of the outcome of the battle, he would be sent back to the rear.

Huang Shaotian wasn't sure if he was dreaming.He seemed to be divided into two parts, one half was asleep under the effect of sleeping pills, the other half was awake because of this cold illness, and was patrolling the sky above the river of his memory.He could see himself driving a chariot across the ice, he could see himself in the base wearing gloves and connecting mechanical chains together, he could see the past farther back... he could see sitting in the courtyard listening to The child of the sound of cicadas, he saw the student with two legs dangling on the statue of the hand of death, he saw an unprecedented clear self: 16 years old, sitting side by side with Yu Wenzhou by the window of the attic, in front of him is the first student in 400 years A heavy snow.

He sat up abruptly from the bed.

The room was warm enough to be hot, and he reckoned the gang had wrapped themselves in all the blankets, so that it took him several minutes to pile them up to the foot of the bed.It was only about an hour before he fell asleep, and even he himself didn't expect that the sleeping pills would lose their effect so quickly.The camp was empty, everyone, all tanks had left for the front.The snow started to fall again, Huang Shaotian stepped over the snow with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and came to the door of the last warehouse.

A chariot with simple painting lay there quietly.It is smaller than the standard tank, and the launch port is shaped like a long sword. On the corner of the top cover, there are two untidy words: Ice Rain.

"I knew you would be here." Through the glove, Huang Shaotian stroked its wheels, "What a good name, Captain."

The summer of this vintage is longer than ever.The flowers began to wither around May, and soon there was only green everywhere.Even the plants that people keep on the window sills are gradually withering due to the excessive heat. Although in this rainless year, they will get some extra and precious water compared with their wild counterparts, they still cannot follow the laws of the seasons. contend.

The long summer is irritating, and everything seems to stop in daylight.

16-year-old Huang Shaotian stood at the intersection outside the campus.Behind him is the statue of the "Death Hand" chariot. A few years ago, he would take this opportunity to walk around it a few more times, but now he no longer does so.In the book, he has seen real tanks, familiarized with their internal structure and operation mode, and even felt the feeling of a tank driver on the simulated machinery that he made up.A statue, from now on, is not so exciting anymore.

But today is different from the past.As he looked at the chariot statue, he couldn't help thinking of many things he thought he no longer remembered.He used to stay by the side of the chariot like this, occasionally touching its metal wheels that were glued to the brakes, and then waiting for Yu Wenzhou who always came out later than him.They always go home together.

He could have waited for his friend in the academy, but then he wanted to see more of the chariot.Since when did it become a habit?

Huang Shaotian checked that there was no one around, threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, and climbed up on the wheels.The chariot under the shade of the tree was not very hot from the sun, but it had the warmth in line with this summer. He was sitting on the wheels just like he was back then-now it was not high for him at all.If there were children passing by at this time, they might stop and laugh at the big brother's childish behavior.

He sat there, dangling his legs, not without sadness to see that the statue was no longer the big, invincible warrior he had seemed to be when he was a child.

"After all this time," said a voice nearby, "you still like this chariot best."

Huang Shaotian replied without hesitation: "Because there is nothing more handsome than it."

He turned his head, Yu Wenzhou was standing not far away looking at him.The sunlight made him squint his eyes, and the figure was not so clear in his vision.

"Come up?" he asked, holding out a hand.

Yu Wenzhou hesitated for a moment, then walked towards him.He could have boarded the chariot by himself, but maybe it was because this action seemed too childish, or for some other reason—who knows—in short, he held Huang Shaotian's hand and was pulled onto the chariot by him. A weathered statue that still looks the same today.

Two tall young men sat side by side on the "Hands of Death".A white pigeon was parked at the front of the chariot, turned around and looked at them sluggishly because of the heat, and had no intention of flying away at all.If it is paired with an olive branch, it is estimated that it will become a very beautiful picture of thematic conflict.

"Do you think that one day we will sit on a real chariot like this?" Huang Shaotian patted the front cover of the statue, where the door made of metal is of course impossible to open, "It's not like sitting on it like this, I mean, sitting on it Inside. Maybe drive it somewhere else."

"I hope not." Yu Wenzhou said with a smile.

Huang Shaotian sighed. "I think so too," he shook his head. "Although I think it's cool to be included in the record of war cases, no one wants to fight. So that's why you changed your ideals?"

"Part of it." Yu Wenzhou replied, "I just recognized the reality."

"Recognize that we will never have the chance to build real chariots, or drive them to fight?" Huang Shaotian raised his head.

"You're right." Yu Wenzhou said softly, "But it's more than that. Whether it's an era of peace or war, whether it's a world of winter or summer, we all have to live well."

"That's right, you said it so easily." Huang Shaotian bumped him with his shoulder, "But I bet if something goes wrong in this world, you must be among the first group of people who rush out to save it."

"Don't you?" Yu Wenzhou asked back.

Huang Shaotian laughed. "Who says no," he stretched his waist, "we're all pretty young, right?"

The two sat on the chariot for a while, until the whistle blew in the distance, and the steam from the big ship at the dock mixed with the purple clouds, and gradually disappeared at the end of the bright sky.They jumped off the statue and started walking in the direction of the port. There were almost no people and no flowers on the side of the road.Huang Shaotian saw the paper bag in Yu Wenzhou's hand, which contained all the documents he needed to transfer to another school. He would leave here in a short time and go to a place where none of them had ever been.

He said he was going to school, Huang Shaotian thought, but just like the old lady next door said, we don't need to give our parting a nice name.Parting is parting.

They are taking the road they have traveled every day for more than ten years.Maybe they can still pass here in the future, but they won't be wearing this uniform, and their schoolbags won't be filled with stickers and graffiti-filled textbooks.Just as next summer is different than this summer, they won't have another 16 like this.

"You seem to be in a bad mood." Yu Wenzhou said suddenly.

"It's a little bit," Huang Shaotian admitted frankly, "because you're leaving soon."

"It won't be long." Yu Wenzhou shook his head, "It's just moving. Didn't you say you still want to write to me?"

"I'll send you delicious food too," Huang Shaotian patted the other person's shoulder, "Don't forget about me!"

"Of course not." Yu Wenzhou laughed.

Huang Shaotian looked at him, thinking that the summer sun would be too dazzling.He thought it was a really long summer.

When they crossed the water and returned to the pier of the town, there happened to be a passenger ship docked on the shore.Unusually for a small town, some returning home and tourists make the port seem particularly busy.There were more people gathered not far away, including library staff, and more nearby neighbors, who were there to see someone off.

Huang Shaotian dragged his companion and managed to squeeze in through the crowd.He waved vigorously to the person standing by the side of the boat until the person found him and came over to give him and Yu Wenzhou a hug.

"The suitcase you brought is too big!" was Huang Shaotian's first sentence.

Wei Chen picked up the box next to his hand. "Really?" He blinked and smiled, "I bring serious things, don't think about it."

Huang Shaotian rolled his eyes at him, and for the sake of parting, he didn't snap a few words with him, which was rare.Wei Chen was dressed lightly, with two more large suitcases compared to when he came here. The graduate of that year now looks much more mature, and has a pair of glasses hanging in his shirt pocket - but no one has ever seen him wear it.During his years in the small town, he had a good relationship with his neighbors. When he left, many people came to see him off, but the two young students Huang Shaotian and Yu Wenzhou who were most familiar with him were undoubtedly.

Wei Chen announced that the reason for leaving was job transfer, but Yu Wenzhou has always doubted the credibility of his words as a librarian.When they wanted to seek evidence from the parties involved, Wei Chen would always fool them with sloppy eyes.

"In a blink of an eye, you are all so big." He patted the shoulders of the two children with emotion, "When we first met, you hadn't grown up yet."

"It will grow taller in the future!" Huang Shaotian replied immediately.

Yu Wenzhou smiled without saying a word.Wei Chen turned to him again: "Are you going to move in a few days?"

"Yes." Yu Wenzhou nodded.Huang Shaotian interjected: "He's going to a far away place, maybe it won't be easy to come back... just like you."

Wei Chen rubbed his hair, and asked Yu Wenzhou, "You don't want to study chariots anymore?"

"I don't want to." Yu Wenzhou smiled.

"You're right." Wei Chen said, "Don't think about such things anymore, young people should plan for the future."

"What about you?" Yu Wenzhou asked, "If it wasn't for continuing to study this, you wouldn't have been transferred, would you?"

Wei Chen coughed, looking a little embarrassed. "It's still discovered by you, young people have so many ideas." He shrugged helplessly, "But I'm different from you. I might change my mind when I was your age. I don’t want to study anything else. Don’t learn from me.”

"Do you think it's meaningless?" Huang Shaotian looked into his eyes.

"Yes." Wei Chen said without hesitation, "If winter comes, it will be meaningful."

The ship's whistle sounded for the last time, and he turned around and walked onto the deck, pulling the box.There were not many people boarding in the small town on this passing flight, and some passengers who watched the excitement also came to the edge of the deck, but none of them were people who wanted to leave from now on, and they didn't know where they were going to drift.The staff of the library stood among them, waving to the people on the shore, and the figure that was slowly going away was still alone.Huang Shaotian and the others waited for the ship to disappear from sight before leaving the port.The tourists who have just arrived are still visiting, and they are also outsiders to this small town.As the two students made their way through the crowd onto the cobblestone path, a cloud drifted over and blocked the daylight.

Instead of going home, they went to the library at the same time.

Over the years, the small attic in the library has become their most frequent gathering place.The slanted roof that hadn't been repaired had been painted with lake blue paint, and the skylight had been replaced with new glass. Finally, four people could fit in that small space, and it was no problem for them to roll on the floor.The simple wooden bookshelves on the wall were nailed together by two people, and the boys had no special intention to decorate those things, but when the shelves were filled with books about winter they collected from everywhere, the small attic It seemed to have accumulated a cold and biting breath.

There was also an armchair in the attic, an old tea cabinet for small things, bulging cushions scattered all over the floor, and a wind lamp that could be lighted by rubbing the two ends of the thread underneath.A copper basin with a missing corner hung on a hook in the corner. In the spring they hid in the attic to press specimens, and washed their hands with the potion in the laboratory after they were done.The rows of jars on the cabinet are all clean. They sometimes make jam in autumn. Depending on your luck, some are very sweet and some are too sour. It may not be possible to have a satisfactory finished product in a month. .As for what to do in summer?Summer can do it all.There is boundless hope in this season.

In all hope, no one knows when it will end.

Huang Shaotian bent over and walked up the stairs, Yu Wenzhou in front of him, they walked quietly as usual, so as not to disturb the dedicated people in the library.Rounding this corner, they can stand upright without the dangling chili hanging from the ceiling hitting their noses.Then they stopped in the dark stairwell, Yu Wenzhou fumbled the key from the door frame, and opened the attic door.

The inside is still the same - Huang Shaotian wonders why he thinks this way, they come here several times a week, whether it's this summer or the summers before this.They are as familiar with this place as their own room, this is their secret base.It was empty at first, and the children who hid here brought things, one day a dozen boards that could be assembled into a bookshelf, tomorrow nails and hammerheads, and then there are books with shipping badges on the outside of the package ; The attic slowly became richer, and there were traces of them everywhere.

It's as if it will always be here, and it won't change in 100 years.

As usual, they first cleaned the dust on the bookshelves and cabinets, checked the power storage in the wind lamp, took the cushions stacked by the wall to the floor, and then opened the windows to ventilate.But today the wind seemed to be particularly strong, the window hit the wall as soon as it was opened, Huang Shaotian hurried over to check, luckily the glass was not damaged at all.

Yu Wenzhou helped him put the window hooks in place. "It might be raining," he said.

"It's been a long time since it rained, a little rain is fine." Huang Shaotian sat cross-legged on the ground, "Look at the tree in front of us that seems to be very thirsty, and the flowers raised by the sister next door are all dead... It is said that this year is a drought year. Last year was also."

"Several years in a row." Yu Wenzhou said, "It's not particularly strange."

Huang Shaotian thought for a while: "Are you leaving tomorrow morning?"

"Yes." Yu Wenzhou replied, he seemed to know what the other party was going to say, "So I won't be able to come here tomorrow."

"Stay here for the last time." Huang Shaotian nodded, "Don't worry, I will take good care of this place after you leave. When you come back, maybe there will be a lot more books than before."

"There are more books out there," Yu Wenzhou said, "I can bring back as many as I can."

Huang Shaotian couldn't help laughing: "As long as you can come back!"

They don't know what commemorative things to do here on the last day. After all, young people still don't understand the sudden separation.They don't need to understand this for a while.In the end, Huang Shaotian suggested that it's better to just read the book as usual, and then he pulled the book that the two of them hadn't finished last time from the shelf.

Yu Wenzhou's book was "Instances of Summer Diseases in Winter", with a line of bright blue letters printed on the snow-white spine, which seemed strangely incongruous.Huang Shaotian stared at his book about chariots for a while, and felt that he couldn't bear to read it no matter what, so he simply moved to the side of the other party and stretched his head to read it with him.

There is something on the pages of the book that has been left for too long, with a slight damp smell, and it smells quite pleasant after getting used to it.Yu Wenzhou stretched out his hand to embrace him, and the two leaned their heads against each other, looking at the words in the book together.

Originally, Huang Shaotian didn't understand halfway through the book, but he was gradually attracted by the things in the book.He murmured, "Is this a disease that people get in winter?"

"Climate maladaptive disease during the periodic ice age." Yu Wenzhou turned to the previous page and pointed it out to him. "People usually call it [Summer Disease]."

The book talks about a disease that people will suffer from during the long winter, and it can also occur among ordinary people, but most of the people who get sick are soldiers who have been fighting in the coldest areas all year round.The body temperature of the patients will gradually drop, and they will not be afraid of the cold on the surface, but if they continue to operate in a low temperature environment, their vital signs will gradually weaken until they completely stop functioning.At the time when this book was written, there was no way to completely cure the disease, and the patients had to be moved to a warm place as soon as possible to prevent the disease from getting worse, so people also called it "summer disease".

At the end of the book, it is shown that although the disease cannot be cured, after the end of the last long winter, all the patients were miraculously cured with the advent of summer.

"So summer is still some kind of panacea, and all diseases will be cured in summer?" Huang Shaotian felt very unbelievable, "Now it can't be seen that it is so good at all."

"It's better than winter." Yu Wenzhou said.He put the bookmark back where it was on the last page.

Huang Shaotian turned his head to look at him.The other party was staring at the book intently. The corner of the bookmark made of pressed petals was warped. Yu Wenzhou tidied it up with the metal wire clamped on it, and then flattened it with the pages of the book.

Then he turned his head suddenly, Huang Shaotian was caught off guard and looked at him in blank dismay.

"Your face seems a little red." Yu Wenzhou said, "Is it because the weather is too hot?"

Huang Shaotian touched his ear, it was really hot.He decided to fight back: "I think you are similar, we obviously open the window."

Just as Yu Wenzhou was about to reply, at this moment, they all felt a moist breath in the air.A few drops of water hit their cheeks, and the surroundings instantly cooled down.

Before they noticed, the sky had become very gloomy at some point.

The two of them ignored the delicate atmosphere before, and ran to the window sill together. From here, the whole town and the rivers and islands farther away were shrouded in dark clouds.The rain was sprinkled on the ground suddenly, at first it was fine and cool water droplets with the wind, and soon it turned into a torrential downpour-they have not recovered from the surprise of this rain When God comes, I have to put down the hook in a hurry to close the window.

The rain came very quickly and with such force that a corner of the cushion by the window was wet, but luckily the books were still intact.They sat by the window, listening to the sound of the long-lost rain hitting the roof, feeling a little lingering.

"You're really right." Huang Shaotian recalled what the other party said before, "But it's raining heavily, I don't know if the boat can leave, can you leave on time tomorrow?"

"I think it will take a few more days." Yu Wenzhou looked at the heavy rain and gave a guessing answer.

He glanced at Huang Shaotian: "With the current situation, it will take three or four days for the boat to sail normally after the rain stops."

"That's not bad, you can stay here for a while longer." Huang Shaotian shook his head, "Do you think the rain won't stop at night? We didn't bring umbrellas, so we might as well just stay here all night, no need go home……"

"Shaotian." Yu Wenzhou interrupted him suddenly.

Huang Shaotian didn't react a bit, and stared at him blankly.Under his gaze, Yu Wenzhou stretched out his hand, brushing his hair that had just been wet by the rain to his ear.

"I'll be back," he said. "What are you worried about?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if a river hanging down from the sky was washing their window sills.The sound of water made it impossible to escape. Some people on the street were holding their coats and running towards the house. The light from the lantern in their hands was very weak in the rain curtain, as if they would be wiped out by the downpour at any time.Dry, warm, and safe in the attic, where no rain or anything could get in, it was their little castle; but now it too was surrounded by the fickle side of the world, and nothing could escape fate's hand any more. to protect them.

"I don't know either." Huang Shaotian felt a tightness in his chest. The textbook told him that this is a very normal phenomenon on a rainy day, and has nothing to do with the words accumulated in his heart wanting to break out: "Look, the world is so big, and when I graduate When I want to find you, you may move to another place. Letters sent out are often lost. You can see that books and packages are not delivered every time. In case our The letter happened to be lost... Maybe I will never find you again. There is no rule that friends who grew up together will stay by each other's side, right? I don't believe in chance or anything, I just Knowing that there is no such thing as good luck for no reason—"

"You're right." Yu Wenzhou said, "I don't want to leave you either."

Maybe it was because the words were said so bluntly that Huang Shaotian felt a little embarrassed for such a thing for a boy who had grown up, anyway, he stopped talking very suddenly.He didn't know what he wanted to say, the only thing he was sure of was that compared to just now, he no longer felt something heavy on his heart.

There is often a time in the process of becoming an adult when young children feel that speaking out and thinking is immature behavior like when they were children.And some adults don't realize how important it is to express themselves until a long time later.

Huang Shaotian's hand holding the window frame felt a little cold, but the beating temperature in his chest was getting higher and higher.Yu Wenzhou got closer, and he could clearly see the smiling eyes of the other party; the sound of wind and rain disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Yu Wenzhou said: "We will have many more summers."

At this moment, they found that the attic that was dark due to the heavy rain gradually lit up.The sudden silence between heaven and earth is not an illusion, but just now, the heavy summer rain ended as unexpectedly as it came.

In a sense, it didn't end, but changed its face.Huang Shaotian held the opponent's hand tightly, and he could feel that Yu Wenzhou's hand was as cold as his.

The rain that fell on the earth became something solid.They descended very slowly and fluttered in the wind, enough for people to see the crystal clear form.The magenta roofs outside the window, the wet green treetops, the iron-blue mailboxes and road signs, the black and maroon roads, are now gradually covered with a layer of white.

A piece of crystal floated onto the back of Huang Shaotian's hand.They stared at the thing, watched it stay for a short moment, and then turned into a very small drop of water.

"Is this snow?" Huang Shaotian murmured.

Yu Wenzhou didn't let go of his hand.At this moment, amidst the heavy snow that has once again fallen on the world for hundreds of years, I don’t know how many people are also looking up at the sky, at a loss as to where their own destiny and the destiny of the world will go.

"It's winter," he said.

After about four centuries of summer, the world has once again faced a harsh, long winter.This year, Yu Wenzhou, who will become the core worker of the Wartime Research Institute in the future, was planning to move to the next-door region with his family; Huang Shaotian, who will lead a team to fight against monitor lizards on the coldest front line, has just applied for the entrance examination of the local university. Ancient Literature.The derailed world has changed the fate of many people, and they are just two of the protesters who are unwilling to give in.Before that time comes, the sorrow of parting still plagues the young people, but those life plans that seemed insignificant in the peaceful age will never be realized one day.

This year, they are 16 years old.

The moment the ladder opened, the volunteers were immediately surrounded by warmth, just like the feeling of just taking a sip of spirits.Uncomfortably, he took off his hat, wiped off the remaining snow, and took out his ID card from his coat pocket.The staff quickly led him to a chariot. He looked at the mechanical creations in awe, and almost forgot his purpose of coming here.

The research institute's underground base is as porous as a honeycomb, and each individual compartment stores different strategic materials.Volunteers arrive at one of many tank bases, called from agencies all over the place, ready to do their part for the survival of humanity.

Winter has been in this world for six years.During the six long years, people gradually got rid of the initial panic and began to fight against the increasingly harsh environment.The problem of survival is the top priority. In the last long winter, people also faced hunger and cold at the same time. Now the situation is not as serious as it used to be.Even if it is easy to maintain food and clothing, human beings still need to face other problems besides the harsh climate.

Now any data that records the history of Long Winter has been dug out, studied and analyzed in detail, and it is easy for people to know that the biggest threat to them every winter is the mutated beasts.Conventional weapons have many limitations when dealing with them. At this time, the demand for chariots arises as the times require-they are precision machines made by people in winter to fight wild beasts.

"Are you from that large area in the north?" The volunteer heard a voice from above the chariot.He quickly raised his head: "That's right, this is my ID card..."

"It doesn't matter, you look exactly like the information." The person who spoke poked half of his head out of the chariot, "It seems that your ID photo is of a good level, and you really stand the test! Welcome to our base, my name is Huang Shaotian, just find a place to sit down."

The volunteer was relieved. He was not very good at communicating, but the other party's talkativeness made him less nervous.But did this man named Huang Shaotian ask him to find a place to sit on the wheels of the chariot?

"Just sit on the wheels, it's not easy to fall down there." Huang Shaotian seemed to know what he was thinking, "When I was in middle school, I often