The cold wind is howling, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Looking as far as the eye can see, the earth is completely white, without a trace of green life. The sky is covered with dark clouds, as if they are about to collapse. The thick clouds have cut off the blue sky and the bright sunshine. It is like a huge giant between the sky and the earth.

The oven, torn by the wind and snow, will refine the people inside into dregs and become vague dust.

There is a vast expanse of white in front, back, left and right, with no sunlight and no distinction between east, west and north. A lonely figure walks like an ant in the wind and snow, step after step, leaving a long string of footprints.

The land covered with ice and snow was cold and hard, as if it would break the feet that stepped on it. The cold wind whizzed into Chu Xiang's clothes, wreaking havoc in his body, stirring up countless knots on the surface of his skin, and Chu Xiang's heart felt like

The icy snow seems to have been frozen, and the biting cold wind cannot be felt.

21 degrees north latitude, evergreen all year round, the sun is hot, and people are scorched to death every year. Winter only lasts for two short months, the temperature never drops below zero, and it never snows. However, drastic changes have changed everything.

The land, the home, the people, everything is different.

A desolate city, a completely different hometown, the word home has never been so heavy, weighing Chu Xiang out of breath.

Like most people, Chu Xiang has been away from home since college. He is only at home for more than a month throughout the year. After graduation, it is even less. He is home for ten and a half days a year. He always wants to make money and then go home to serve his parents.

The elderly parents gradually become estranged, and the appearance of the family gradually becomes blurred. Until a huge change occurs, everything is shattered into a blank, and the parents can no longer be seen.

People are always like this, only when they lose something do they feel precious.

My family is gone, but I am still there, but am I still me?

Looking at the vast white land in front of him, Chu Xiang hoped that someone could give him an answer, but no one could.

After a while, Chu Xiang sighed silently. He knew that he was no longer the same person as before. In order to survive, too many people gave up on their persistence, and he was no exception. He became the most annoying person before.

When people are young, they always imagine that they will always remain pure, honest and kind, and become the perfect person in their imagination, detached from the world, indifferent to fame and fortune, just like the heroes in the books. However, people will always change, and this change

It often comes unexpectedly, easily destroying the original intention, making people become cunning and cold-blooded, intoxicated and complacent.

His footsteps moved slowly. The closer he got to that familiar place, the more panic he felt. It was the first time that Chu Xiang understood the word timidity so deeply.

Gray shadows loomed in the wind and snow, and the surrounding scenery became more and more familiar. Chu Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing whether it was because of the heavy wind and snow or tears in his eyes, and he did not dare to take a closer look at the dilapidated scene around him.

No matter how long the road is, it will eventually come to an end, not to mention that this road is not long. In the blink of an eye, we are already at the door of our home. Looking at the familiar place in front of him, Chu Xiang's heart was inexplicably throbbing, hesitant and scared. This was a scene he had never expected.

I didn't even dare to go in at the door of my house, and I didn't even dare to open my eyes and take a closer look.

The low walls are covered with moss and have been cracked by the ice and snow. The redbud flowers at the door have long since withered and died. The bright yellow house has been washed away by the sea water and has long lost the warm and vibrant color of the morning glow. Covered in ice and snow,

, there are only a few dead longan trees left in the yard, still stretching towards the sky.

The iron gate had long been corroded and rusted by the sea water, and the two remaining iron rods were unwilling to leave. As he slowly walked into the gate, Chu Xiang's heart palpitated even more, as if his heart had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he was shaking all over.

Turning his head as hard as he could, Chu Xiang's gaze rested on five small mounds of earth in the courtyard that were about to be flattened by the sea water. Five stone tablets fell on them. There were faintly visible words on the stone tablets, which was shocking.

Chu Xiang suddenly looked up to the sky and howled. The fluttering snowflakes seemed to be unable to bear to hear the sad voice and drifted away from the small courtyard. He lifted up five stone tablets that had fallen into the soil. The stone tablets that had been soaked in the sea for half a year were already covered with moss. Chu Xiang

Xiang Xiang carefully scraped off the mud and moss, and the writings on the five stone tablets were: the tomb of his father Chu San, the tomb of his mother Duan Lihong, the tomb of his sister Chu Huaiyu, the tomb of his younger brother Chu Kun, and the tomb of his nephew Du Zitong.

tomb.

Five tombstones, the destinations of five relatives, everything changed after that distant war.

In an inexplicable war, the roaring nuclear bombs buried one-fifth of the entire earth's population. Most of the remaining people died due to radiation and other reasons. Now less than one-tenth of the surviving population. Since the outbreak of that war

In November, when the earth is close to perihelion, the temperature will rise sharply, the ice and snow will melt, and the sea level will rise. In April, the earth will start to move away from the sun, the temperature will drop, and soon fall below zero, and the sea level will drop slightly. By April

At the end of the month, the whole country entered sub-zero temperatures, and places above 20 degrees latitude were covered with ice and snow. Huge glaciers formed and the sea level dropped. Only at the end of May did the water surface emerge again.

The extremely cold climate has caused death to countless people who escaped the disaster of war. Every day, people are taken away by the cold wind and become statues in the world of ice and snow.

Now is the time when the sea water has just receded. The receding tide has taken away the strong radiation, but it has also taken away the vitality of this land.

After planting the tombstones back on the grave, Chu Xiang sat down on the ground. The howling cold wind quickly dried the moisture on his face. The five tombstones stood side by side, like giant peaks stuck in his heart, blocking his heart severely. Chu Xiang was speechless.

, there is no sadness, only the uncontrollable throbbing in my heart, and the moisture in my eyes.

Sadness has long become a rock sinking in the bottom of my heart, standing firm despite the turbulent waves.

Now there is only one person left in the family. Is this their luck of being alive or their misfortune? If living is called luck, then there will be no misfortunes in this world, because all the misfortunes are dead.

Chu Xiang sat alone in silence. Before he came back, he wanted to come back. Now that he is back, he doesn't know what to say. Living is such a pitiful word. It is as humble as the dust on the soles of the feet, as if it is not as good as an ant. The beauty of the past

Memories are gradually expelled by killings, and the bloody storms that appear in my mind make my heart become colder and colder. If my parents know what I am doing now, or they will not recognize this son, maybe I can leave this world with them.

It's the best choice, but I don't want to go back.

Looking up at the sky, Chu Xiang let out a long sigh, took out the wine bottle, and took a sip of wine. The cold wine slid down his throat, and the chill spread across his chest and abdomen, and then spread out like a raging flame. However, it could not shake the rock in his heart.

Half a minute.

Chu Xiang sighed again.

He didn't drink before, but now he drinks more and more. Sometimes a sip of wine can keep people energetic, prevent the enemy from sneak attacks, resist the cold, and make one forget the past. Wine also has a certain anti-radiation effect.

, although Chu Xiang is no longer afraid of radiation below 1,000 roentgens per hour, I don’t know when his body started to become as strong as steel, just like the cold heart in his chest.

The heat in his chest dissipated, as if bringing back the feelings of this body, Chu Xiang murmured: "Dad, Mom, your son has changed. I wonder if you can still recognize him, this road, and you

The expectation was too far gone.”

After a long time, Chu Xiang sighed: "Maybe, I should try to look back and prevent you from feeling uncomfortable for me."

Chu Xiang took another sip of wine, as if a ball of fire spread out in his chest, and touched the cold words "Chu Huaiyu" on the tombstone: "My sister, I always told you not to be so naive and not to be so nice to others, but

When I stopped being nice to people and began to speculate on their intentions when I saw them, I realized what a rare quality that is."

"But in this world, if you are good to others, others will be good to you." Chu Xiang continued, just like he always liked to argue with his sister before, he still didn't want to admit his mistakes when he had nothing to say.

After saying this, Chu Xiang suddenly laughed. It turns out that some things have not changed. Probably, simple feelings can always last longer than complicated people's hearts.

The softened expression suddenly disappeared when he saw the words Chu and Kun. After a long time, Chu Xiang sprinkled the wine in the bottle in front of the Chu and Kun monument, and whispered: "The Great Wall ends in loess, and the heroes are famous."

Forever, if I don’t work hard to promote my ambition, there will be nothing to write down in the history of the future. Xiaokun, if I don’t tell you this, how wonderful it would be. Dad said that you are the best fortune teller he has ever told, and we are the best.

You have lived up to our expectations for the future of our family. You have been outstanding since you were a child, far better than me. If you were not so outstanding and I did not teach you these things, it would be great, and our brothers would not be separated by Yin and Yang."

Destiny is unpredictable. Chu Xiang knew in his heart that such a result was not his responsibility, but he still could not forgive himself. Instead, he felt even more guilty. If he could have arrived there one day earlier, this result would not have happened.

His mood was gloomy and agitated, going up and down like a roller coaster. Chu Xiang felt so uncomfortable that he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, the wind and snow turned sharply, and the surrounding areas were turbulent.

After a long while, Chu Xiang drank all the wine in the bottle, touched Wang Zitong's tombstone and said, "Xiao Tongtong, my uncle tried his best, but still couldn't find your father. Please forgive me for my incompetence."

Throwing away the wine bottle, Chu Xiang found a stone, cracked it open, and carved on the stone tablet one by one: The tomb of brother-in-law Du Songwu was planted between Du Zitong and Chu Huaiyu. He was silent for a long time and said: "You are also the victim of suffering."

Man, I hope you can find your way back."

Burning cigarettes and drinking wine, Chu Xiang breathed in the familiar smell of cigarettes and looked at the six tombstones in front of him. For a long time, Chu Xiang murmured: "If everything is for survival, to live, survival is no longer a problem now. I have already

There is no reason to go against your own heart. Mom and Dad, I hope you can guide me on the way forward. I will work hard to become the person you want me to be. Xiaokun, let me go to the ideal I taught you.

Let’s accomplish it.”

After pouring all the wine he brought in front of the grave, Chu Xiang picked up the knife, looked around, jumped up on the roof, and looked towards the village in the distance. There was childhood, a beautiful childhood. I wonder if the beautiful childhood can bring back the past.
Chapter completed!