sinovels Chapter 1 Snow Should Be Black
Chapter 1 Snow Should Be Black
It snowed twice today.
The first scene was ordinary, dark, mixed with a lot of radioactive fallout, and the snow was melted by the high temperature left over from the nuclear explosion before it had time to fall.
I was ordered to sweep the snow, but all I got was dirty tears.
Fortunately, it only takes three or four hours for the smoke and dust blocking the sun to dissipate, and this short-lived nuclear winter will end.I will remove all the post-war garbage that has been covered in winter.Including but not limited to human ashes, carbonized plants, building debris, etc. All kinds of ash are mixed together without distinction.
Just dull routine, SWP-79.I touched the electronic code on my neck and said to myself.
While waiting for the snow to stop, I turned on the player as usual and circulated "The First Snow in 3002" in my brain, then closed my eyes and had an empty dream.
Falling into a dream is a new function of version [79].
The second snow came unexpectedly in the foreshadowing of the dream, and when I woke up, the snow had reached my chest.
It's real snow, cold white pellets, odorless.
For a moment I thought I was still in a dream.
The player didn't know when it stopped, and my mind was as silent as this snow field. After a long time, the words were sent back slowly by the forest, and my ears were filled with the wild breath from the wilderness.
At the foot of the mountain in the distance, the outlines of fields and houses can be vaguely seen. The residents here are probably still in the era of farming civilization. The GPS positioning has long been on strike like the player. I have no hope of figuring out where I am.
Because I was disconnected from the internet.
A disconnection from the internet is far more terrifying than snowfall. Even the latest model of the battlefield bionic is just a smart snowplow without the internet.
It is still a snowplow with less than 5% remaining power.
Until the sun was setting and the silver plate was first exposed, there was still no contact signal from the headquarters.
I am a little frustrated, between the moonlight and the snow, there is always someone who is the third kind of joy.
"The smoke from the stove is drawn by the light of the air, and the jade pendant grows from the plain grass. It should be the celestial being drunk and crushing the white clouds." Not far away, someone was reciting a poem, with the unique spirit of a young man in his voice, stepping on the ground with horseshoes and wooden clogs. There was a rustling sound on the snow, and there were more than ten people.
"Cousin is so talented, he described the heavy snow perfectly without mentioning the word snow." A female voice took the lead, and the rest followed suit.
"Mummy Mummy."
Then there was another meal of dropping book bags and flattery, back and forth, I was bored listening to it, spit out a mouthful of snow that fell from the pine leaves, of course there is literary talent, because it is Li Bai's poem, so many people do not know , The information is blocked, it really is a barren land.
I comforted myself that since I could recite a few lines of poems, it meant that I was not so uncivilized.
Just thinking about it, someone in the distance yelled: "Master! Hare!"
A furry shadow flashed in front of him, and then there was a frantic sound of drawing bows and shooting arrows, and the boy's angry clicks.
Just when I thought he recognized his poor archery skills, he shouted: "Jing Nian, go and catch that rabbit just now."
Jing Nian, this is the first name I heard when I came to this place.
The owner of the name said: "Young master, the snow is too heavy on the mountain today, and the rabbit has run away. Why don't I hunt another one tomorrow?"
His age sounded slightly younger than "Young Master", and he was still in the stage of changing his voice. Although there was a trace of childishness that had not faded, he was quite stable.
"No, I almost shot it, how can I let it go?"
"I have harvested quite a lot today. If my son really likes that rabbit, I will go and hunt an identical one tomorrow morning." Jing Nian said still neither humble nor overbearing, "Your master also knows that the mountains have not been peaceful recently. The fairy elder from Tianyi City yesterday Didn’t you tell me? Don’t stay on the mountain after sunset.”
After the last sentence was uttered, the others collectively fell silent as if in tacit agreement. I couldn't help but wonder why this mountain was so unfair. Just as I wanted to hear him continue, the young master who was not good at archery made a fuss: "Let's Just go, what are you talking about? Are you the master or am I the master?"
"I don't dare." Jing Nian's voice didn't fluctuate, "Then please wait for my good news, my lord."
"If you don't hit the rabbit, just wait until you come back to receive the punishment."
I turned sideways slightly, and hid in the shadow under the tree. The figure of a young man with a bow and arrow on his back passed my eyes, and the snow on the pine leaves rustled in shock.
When it was almost dark, he came back with a dead rabbit. The arrow shot out of his forehead precisely, and he should have been killed on the spot.
Good arrow, I thought.
He walked under the tree and quickly twisted off the rabbit's head to let the blood out. I knew this was to avoid blood stains leaving a trail.
The red color dazzled me a little. It was different from the scorched black inorganic matter left by hot weapons, and it was full of primitive malice.
So I looked up, the shape of the wrist bone was beautiful and powerful, but there were several welts intertwined on the arm, the old ones had disappeared, and the new ones had not yet scabbed, like a totem of life, hidden under the coarse cloth cuffs, winding all the way As far as the neckline, only a little bit can be seen on the neck.
Going up, meeting his gaze, I shrank my neck like a caught voyeur, "I'm sorry."
"You watch me all the way." The rabbit's blood has been drained, Jing Nian casually grabbed the snow on the ground and wiped his hands, and he frowned when he touched the frostbite, and the snow fell from his fingers. poetry.
It should be the celestial beings who got drunk and crushed the white clouds by mistake.
"Because I have nothing else to look at."
It's winter, deep in the mountains and old forests, just such a person jumping in front of you, can you not watch it?
He seemed to be a little interested, stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing burying yourself in the snow?"
"I can't do anything." I replied truthfully. The snow below had already frozen into blocks, and breaking the ice was a power-hungry job.
"In this weather, you will freeze to death alone here."
"No, I'm not human."
He frowned again, and after a while, he asked tentatively, "Are you a monk from Tianyi City?"
"Friar? What did you cultivate?"
"Fairy."
I almost choked on the snow, Xiuxian?A few centuries ago, film and television dramas with this theme were popular.
"So you're not." There was no curiosity in his tone, "I have to go to work, so let's go first."
"Wait, can you dig me out by the way?" I looked up at the indifferent young man.
He didn't refuse this little effort, but after reaching into the snow, his body became visibly stiff for a second, and he asked, "Are you wearing no clothes?"
I couldn't figure out the logical relationship between putting on clothes and digging snow, so I thought about it and asked, "Should I wear it?"
"Madman." He ran away after dropping such a sentence, his footsteps were more chaotic than before, and the tips of his ears were as red as frostbite.
Jing Nian was punished in the end, even though he brought the rabbit back, Mr. Jing blamed him for the delay.
I am not surprised, because some things are destined to be inevitable, such as this snow, such as the whip marks.
Jing Nian is also used to it. Through the gap between the trees, I saw him kneeling on the ground, his back straightened, and the whip whipped on Jing Nian like an animal. Staring at the brocade boots embroidered with golden cloud patterns in front of him.
Those are the son's shoes.
With the whipping of the whip, the snow fell harder.
"Cousin, don't hit him, he's so pitiful." There was goose yellow on the side of the brocade boots, and the girl was holding the boy's arm and swayed coquettishly, like a couple, "Let's go back quickly, the way down the mountain is very fast." It’s almost unrecognizable.”
"What are you sorry for? If it wasn't for the kindness of his parents to take him in, he wouldn't know how this little bastard died." Mr. Jing threw the whip on the ground, and got on the horse with Ms. Jing, "I just teach him some manners."
The latter wanted to refute something, but Jing Nian had followed the so-called rules, picked up the whip, and respectfully held it in front of the saddle, "Young master, be careful, this beast is disobedient, you have to use the whip."
Young Master Jing was satisfied, the exercise just now really dispelled the cold for him, his complexion was rosy, he took off the sable cloak and handed it to the servant, "Let's go."
The team then slowly set foot on the return journey.And I'm still thinking about the "rules" they said.
A rule should be an order with high authority, so he will do whatever the young master asks Jing Nian to do.
If I had followed the rules, would Jing Nian have dug me out of the snow just now?
Then I started to regret that I shouldn't have just listened to what they had to say, and Miss Jing seemed to be a good person, maybe she would agree if I asked her for help.
But it was useless to regret, people had gone far away, and even the horseshoe prints were covered by fresh snow.I looked at the 3% battery and thought to myself that with the amount of snowfall, the recovery personnel might have to dig three feet to find me.
The night was getting darker, and pairs of dark green eyes lit up one after another. I sighed, this wild place is nothing else, the ecological circle is very healthy, and the wolf cubs are fat and strong, unlike modern wolves who are bullied by two-legged beasts. Can only live in a natural park.
Although the bionic man is not edible, I may be the first machine to be dismantled into parts by wolves. It is conceivable that the SWP-80, 81, 82, etc. after the version update will take my story as a joke, and there is an intracranial player Listen in loop.
But now I just want to sing "The First Snow in 3002" again.
The first snow in 3002 came later than before.
The No. [-] car parked on the eighth floor took away the last falling yellow leaf.
"Stop singing, you're going to recruit all the wolves on the mountain." Someone ran over with a torch, and the wolves retreated, but they were still watching from a distance.
It was Jing Nian, he came back again.
I was very surprised, this is even more unusual than the No. [-] car on the eighth floor.In addition to the bow and arrows for self-defense, he also carried a bulging burden.
"Hide away, don't burn your hair." He said as he melted the surrounding snow with a torch. I was able to escape and asked, "Why help me?"
The deep mountains at night were much more dangerous than during the day, and he didn't need to do this.
"The fairy elders said that the mountain is not peaceful recently, and there are evil things haunting it. I want to hand you over to them in exchange for some rewards."
My movements stopped, he shrugged, and said clearly: "It's just a joke."
"You don't look like you're joking at all."
"Heh, this is for you." Jing Nian waved his hand, and handed the bundle in front of me. I poked it with my hand, and it was soft. It was clothes. I couldn't help being wary and said, "I don't have rules for you."
He helped me out of trouble and gave me clothes. Is there any rule in this that I don't know?
"What are the rules?" He thought for a while, and seemed to understand something, and said, "Wearing clothes is the rule. Only animals are naked. Do you know rabbits?"
The rabbit blood he injected earlier was just a few steps away, and it had dried up and oxidized into a rusty color.
"Of course the rabbit knows it, and I'm not a fool." I said seriously, "I didn't wear it on purpose, because I'm offline, I don't know where I am, and I don't know the specific data of the environment. The textile structure of the corresponding structure is simulated, so the default is skin cells..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes went dark, and his face was covered with soft cloth.
"Stop talking nonsense, put it on quickly, I think you are about the same age as our young master, these are old clothes he doesn't wear, they should be suitable."
Hateful savages.
I muttered softly, and put on my clothes bitterly. He leaned against the tree, correcting my way of dressing while watching. Instead of looking up, let it be at the mercy of it.
Helpless, as a man-made creature, I have no natural resistance to the imperative sentences spoken by human beings.
For example: "The shoes are worn backwards, put them on again."
Jing Nian's pretty brows were knit together, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "I'm really bewitched, that's why I came here at night to find a fool."
He told me to sit down, and changed my shoes roughly. My bionic brain doesn’t have a pain-sensing center, so I just feel cold, and the calluses from the tiger’s mouth rubbing against my ankles are disturbing.
I didn't know at that time that the shackles formed by tightening five fingers can hold an ownerless electronic prisoner without locking it.