Thousands of mountains are always pits

The soldier could not remember how many times he had lost his way.

Surrounded by abandoned reinforced concrete, she stepped on a rusty steel pipe, and the steel made a screeching sound on the rough ground.

"Where to go?" The soldier picked up the steel pipe and chopped it from top to bottom, bringing out a sharp wind sound, like the howling of a ghost in the dark night, "left or right?"

Behind her stood a survivor who was only a head shorter than her.

Coincidentally, the soldiers wandered in the eternal night, and since she could remember, since her mother died, she hadn't seen a living person for a long time.

The technological war has ushered in the apocalypse.

When the soldier was a child, he vaguely remembered that his mother told him the doomsday with "zombies" as a bedtime story.

And then dismissive of so many lives in the doomsday story.

Facts have proved that after the end of the world, the population dropped sharply, and the surviving humans were scattered almost everywhere.

The city has been lingering in the night, only the stones and rusted steel have been sharpened by the strong wind.Even plants are a luxury.

Soldiers have lived in such an environment since they were young. They inherited their guns and green military coats from their mothers. I heard that my mother was also a member of the war before the doomsday. Arrival ends.

People keep dying.

Her mother died of food shortage when she was seven years old. After she inherited her mother's clothes, she also inherited her mother's identity.

What she didn't expect was that when she was 13 years old, she met the second living person she had ever seen in her life, an eight-year-old little girl, curled up alone in a granary full of food, and was brought in to search for food. Soldiers see.

Soldiers took survivors.

Not just for food sharing, but because she needs to maintain her language skills.

The survivor came out from behind the soldier and looked overhead, it was a full moon today.

"no solution anymore."

She sighed. In the past, the choice of direction for both of them was determined by the gap of the moon—they would go wherever the gap faced.

This is a journey where there is no escape route. It doesn't matter if you get lost. The important thing is to find food and water and struggle to survive.

"It's the old rules."

The survivor picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it into the air as impartially as possible.

The stone drew a beautiful parabola in the air, then fell to the ground, jumped twice, and chose a direction.

"Is it on the left?" The soldier pointed the steel pipe to the corridor on the left.

Step forward.

"I hope to find food as soon as possible, preferably with some heavy clothes." The soldier walked cautiously.

"Yes, after all, the weather is getting colder and colder, and there are only three packs of biscuits left." The survivor echoed.

As soon as the words fell, another gust of wind blew up.

The torn paper rattled and howled the wind, and the two walked side by side, their faces were soon covered by the paper blown by the wind.

"What is this?" The survivor struggled to peel off the paper from his face, and read the words on it by the moonlight, "...a picture?"

The soldier also came over, looked at the two people above, and said affirmatively: "It's a magazine. This may have been a film printing factory before."

"What is printed on it?" The survivor was puzzled.

"A couple, a man and a woman." The soldier said succinctly.

Her mother would tell her about people in the past since she was a child. Compared with the survivors who wandered alone since they were young, she has a wide range of knowledge.

"Ah! I know!" The survivor jumped onto a rock with an excited expression, "I remember seeing men when I was very young!"

The soldier laughed, "Is that your father?"

"What is daddy?"

"Well, probably in the past, a man and a woman would get together, and then they would have children. This is how we came here."

"Why does it have to be a man and a woman?"

"How would I know."

The soldier was impatient with the survivors' questioning, and pointed to a dilapidated civilian house angrily, "Kids, don't ask around, go in and see if you can find something to eat."

The survivor curled his lips and did not speak.

The two went in and searched around, and luckily found several packs of unopened instant noodles.

"Look, look, look!"

Suddenly the survivor saw a little white from the window.

She ran over suspiciously and shouted excitedly, "It's snowing!"

The soldier was also a little surprised, "...is it snowing so early?"

In her impression, it should be a little later.

No, could it be that her time memory has become confused?

The soldiers were not sure either. The two of them measured the city with two legs, and there was no room for a calendar to record the time.

The weight of the paper put together is astonishing.

"Hurry up and find a place to shelter from the snow. The clothes on us will definitely not be able to stop the cold."

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The two barely found a small place, but they couldn't find any clothes, so they could only lean together as much as possible to keep warm.

"You said, why do men and women have children together?"

"Probably...for reproduction."

The snow suddenly fell very densely, and they had nothing to do but snuggle here.

"Reproduce?"

"It's about giving birth to more people."

"But what's the use of having so many people? Are you as hungry as us?"

"do not know."

"Then why are they together?"

"I heard from my mother... probably because of love."

"Love? What's that?"

The soldier got stuck when answering this question, thought for a while, recalled some trivial things his mother told her, and said with certainty, "Probably there is someone by my side, and I want to be with him all the time so that I won't be alone. Have the courage to live."

"Then do you want to stay with me forever?"

"think."

"Is there love between us?"

"Forget it."

"But what if you die?"

"Then don't love me."

"Oh." The survivor was silent for a moment, then suddenly jumped up from his position.

"What are you doing?" The soldier froze for a moment.

"I think it's a bit of a loss." The survivor said solemnly, "If I don't love you now, then I will never fall in love with others? But if I love you now, I can still experience the feeling of being in love. "

"..." The soldier was overwhelmed by her weird logic. After thinking about it, he felt that this was the case. "Then we have agreed that we will only fall in love with her before death, and not after death."

This is not bad.

You won't be sad, but you can also enjoy the taste of love.

"I think so." The survivor nodded.

She felt a sudden warm current in her body, which made people feel that the snowy night is also a beautiful scene.

The moment she stood up, she suddenly saw a cabinet in the dilapidated house diagonally opposite.

The cabinet door was half open, revealing the thick clothes inside.

The soldier quickly looked along the survivor's fingers, stood up and walked outside without saying a word.

The two stepped on the snow one deep and one shallow.

Make a crunching sound.

"It's really nice, the sound of snow."

"Ah."

Accompanied by the sound of snow, there are continuous wind horns, the sound of paper rattling, and the sound of plastic bags rustling.

Resounded between heaven and earth.

The distance traveled was unexpectedly far.

The front can clearly be seen, but it is difficult to walk because of the stagnation of the snow.

"I remember my mother saying that snow means winter."

"and then?"

"Winter...seems to be the New Year's Eve."

"New Year's Eve?"

"A kind of celebration of the holidays, as if hoping for a better future."

"That's great. I also want to celebrate the New Year." The survivor pulled her feet out of the snow with difficulty. She looked back at the long footprints of the two in the snow, and then faced the front. I saw a white spot of light in my line of sight, "For Chinese New Year... what should I do?"

"I don't know, I haven't." The soldier shrugged and looked in the direction of the survivor's finger.

That spot of light was very white and bright, shrinking to the size of a sesame seed in a distant place, but it was brighter than the moonlight when the moon was full in my memory.

It was so dazzling that it made their eyes uncomfortable after spending more than ten years in the dark.

"But I remember a word, my mother would tell me the first snow every winter." It took the soldiers a long time to get used to the white light.

Her tone was a little dazed.

"What is it?"

The soldier took the survivor's hand and pinched it quietly, causing the survivor to cry out in pain.

"What are you doing?" the survivor asked dissatisfied.

"Check to see if I'm dreaming."

"Then?"

"Then..." The soldier stared at the white light, desperately clutching the survivor's hand.

The wind was still fierce, and the snow fell on the eyelashes and melted quickly.

Every breath carries a trace of white air.

Suppressing the emotional ups and downs in his heart, the soldier whispered:

"Happy New Year."