Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Back to Three Years Ago
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"As we all know, yellow fog has occurred frequently in many parts of the country in the past month. The Meteorological Bureau has repeatedly emphasized that yellow fog is a natural phenomenon and is harmless to the human body. But is this really the case? Where does the yellow fog come from? You need to know the truth."
Since the yellow fog came, this type of post has been common in the forum, and eight out of ten posts are discussing the yellow fog. The author of this post seems to be an unfathomable and knowledgeable guy, and the eye-catching title attracted many people to click in.
"Oh, the bell ringer is here?"
"It's just to clear the fog and find the truth. If you have nothing to do, find a class to attend."
“Criticize marketing accounts.”
"??? Where is the owner of the building? Ignore them and start talking."
The questioning continued, but the OP seemed to ignore it and continued to explain:
"The yellow fog comes from underground. You know about the two super volcanoes, Yellowstone and Mawson, right? Their overall activity has increased significantly recently, local earthquakes and ground fissures have occurred frequently, and the groundwater temperature has risen significantly. All the conditions for eruption have been met, and they may erupt at any time."
"Ah? I know that volcanoes emit a lot of gas before they erupt, but man, even if Yellowstone and Mawson are super-doubled, the gas they produce can't cover the entire world!"
"Oh my god, another elementary school student with no common sense is talking nonsense here."
"So funny! You don't think it's just your place that's foggy, do you?"
Original poster: “It’s not just volcanoes that emit gas, there are also underground cracks, and there are far more than just these two volcanoes that are currently active.
Although it may sound alarmist, I still want to say that the Blue Planet has begun to save itself. Before long, mankind will face the greatest crisis in history. What we can do is flee to higher ground and stockpile as much supplies as possible. "
"Frog, according to what the OP said, all active volcanoes entered their active period overnight, otherwise where would there be such a thick fog, hahahaha..."
"Why not just say the end of the world?"
"It's still the same old doomsday story, so boring."
"Leave me your forum ID. I won't eat you when I turn into a zombie."
The post grew into a tall building amid the heated discussion, but the poster never showed up again.
Gu Mengran swiped his phone to finish climbing the stairs, edited the message and replied: "The poster is right, the end of the world is coming. Be sure to stock up on food, stay away from volcanoes, and it's best to go to high altitude areas, the higher the better."
The train was running at full speed and the signal fluctuated greatly on some sections.
Gu Mengran edited the good news and sent it. The network was briefly blocked. After a minute or two, the signal was restored, and the high-rise building that was in full swing just now was left with only a few large words:
[This post has been deleted by the administrator, please speak rationally. ]
“Swoosh—”
The high-speed train sped into the tunnel, and the carriage was covered with thick ink. The window turned into a smooth mirror. Gu Mengran raised his eyes slightly, and a fair, flawless face suddenly came into his sight.
This is him, the one who had not experienced the three-year apocalypse, the one who had not been disfigured, the nineteen-year-old him.
The pain of being torn by the propeller was still stimulating his brain. When he opened his eyes again, Gu Mengran returned to three years ago, one month away from that unprecedented disaster.
Having experienced it personally once, Gu Mengran will never forget it until his death.
The yellow haze that swept the world was just the beginning. A month later, active volcanoes in many parts of the world slowly woke up like dormant beasts and erupted one after another. Among them were the Yellowstone and Mawson supervolcanoes that had been dormant for a century, with an eruption level as high as an astonishing VEI-7.
The volcano continued to erupt, wantonly destroying cities and farmland, and burning countless plants and animals. At the same time as the volcano erupted, there was also an unprecedented earthquake.
Yellow fog, volcanoes, earthquakes, and ground fissures...
But this is far from over. In order to save itself, Blue Star is determined to clean out the "fleas" on its body and kill them all.
When volcanoes erupt, they release large amounts of greenhouse gases such as carbon dioxide and sulfur dioxide, exacerbating the global greenhouse effect. Temperatures rise sharply, glaciers melt, and sea levels rise... Humans have not yet emerged from the shadow of volcanoes and earthquakes, and the extreme high temperatures that follow are making people miserable.
October 10, 2044.
The butterfly flapped its wings slightly, and a rainstorm came quietly.
After a long drought, people who have suffered from high temperatures finally welcomed a timely rain, but no one expected that this rain would never stop.
Before Gu Mengran died, the rain was still falling and the land almost ceased to exist.
“——Ding dong ding. The next stop is Yuntian North Station. Passengers who are about to get off please prepare in advance.”
The train broadcast sounded at the right time, and Gu Mengran suddenly pulled himself out of the long memories. He stood up, took his suitcase, put on a mask, and walked slowly towards the door.
The yellow fog lasted for more than a month, and perhaps because people had already gotten used to it, people's lives were not greatly affected. Passengers were constantly entering and exiting the station. Gu Mengran dragged his suitcase out of the station, and the taxis waiting in line were still like a long queue.
After queuing up to get on the bus and putting away the suitcase, Gu Mengran sat in the back seat.
The taxi drove away from the station, and a hazy yellow fog shrouded the familiar yet unfamiliar streets. Gu Mengran stared out the window, his throat tight and a slightly sour taste rising at the tip of his nose.
An intact city, and... people still alive.
After a forty-minute ride, the taxi stopped between towering buildings, next to a self-built residential building that looked abrupt and incongruous.
Gu Mengran scanned the code and got off the car. Just as he took down his suitcase, a gray-haired, kind-looking old man walked out from in front of the high-raised roller shutter door at the intersection, waving a palm-leaf fan.
The old man is over sixty years old, slightly plump and a bit strong.
Flip-flops, beach shorts, and a yellowed standard old man's vest that has almost been worn like a suspenders, and his body looks very strong.
When their eyes met, Gu Mengran's eyes instantly turned red.
The suitcase was thrown alone on the side of the road. Gu Mengran took two steps at a time, ran to the old man and hugged him.
He held on tightly as if grabbing a life-saving straw.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, I'm back."
"Why are you so sticky? You're making me sweat. We haven't seen each other for just a few months. Don't make me so angry!" Meng Gaoyang was grinning from ear to ear when his grandson, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came back, but his words were harsh.
A few months for the old man was three years for Gu Mengran. After the disaster, they were separated forever, and when the grandfather who raised him to adulthood appeared in front of him again, it was hard for Gu Mengran not to be excited.
He tried his best to calm his breathing and hold back his tears, and as always, he joked with his grandfather: "Dare to despise me? I'll rub it all over you."
"You kid, I just took a shower!"
Meng Gaoyang looked disgusted and raised his palm-leaf fan to hit him on the head. Gu Mengran was as agile as a loach, dodged and ran into the door without looking back, forgetting even to take the suitcase.
The old house is cool. As soon as you enter the house, it feels like you are walking into an air-conditioned room. It is chilly.
Meng Gaoyang was very critical of Gu Mengran, but he was still very critical of her. As soon as Gu Mengran came in, he put away his luggage and searched the refrigerator. In less than five minutes, there was a bowl of grapes, two slices of watermelon, and various biscuits and breads on the table in front of Gu Mengran.
The table was almost full, but the old man was still taking things out. Gu Mengran knew he couldn't win by being stubborn, so he simply held the basin and leisurely ate the grapes.
"Snap"
The steaming frozen durian was placed on the table and the old man finally agreed to sit down.
"Grandpa, eat some grapes. They're so sweet." The seasonal grapes were big and sweet. Gu Mengran wanted his grandfather to try some, but as soon as he lifted the basin, he was ruthlessly pushed back.
Meng Gaoyang did not say anything either. He fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan in one hand and stared at him with a smile.
The burning gaze was hard to ignore. Gu Mengran felt uncomfortable being stared at. He paused for a moment while peeling grapes and muttered quietly, "Why are you looking at me? I'm staring at you so closely while I'm eating a few grapes. Are you trying to prevent thieves?"
It has been three years since they last saw each other, and Gu Mengran has experienced so much in these three years that he doesn't even dare to look his grandfather in the eye for a long time, for fear that he might discover the slightest flaw.
Having died once, he is no longer the naive child in his grandfather's eyes.
"There's something wrong with you."
These four simple words were like thunder. Gu Mengran's hands trembled violently, and the crystal clear grapes in his hands fell to the ground with a "click".
Gu Mengran reacted quickly and took a tissue to pick up the grapes.
When he raised his head again, the panic in his eyes was gone, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Oh no, I've been seen through! Did you find out that I'm not actually your grandson?"
Meng Gaoyang rolled his eyes at him, "Don't be so mean. You came back right after the summer vacation without even calling in advance, and your suitcase is so heavy. Gu Mengran, tell me the truth, did that heartless Gu Decheng bully you again?"
It was a false alarm, but Gu Mengran couldn't laugh at all.
Gu Decheng, this name made him feel physically uncomfortable.
His mother passed away when he was young and his father worked away from home, so Gu Mengran grew up with his grandfather. When he was fourteen, his successful father Gu Decheng remarried and gave him a stepmother who was ten years older and a brother who was fourteen years younger.
In the same year, Gu Mengran, who had been abandoned in his hometown, was finally remembered by Gu Decheng. Regardless of the child's wishes, Gu Decheng took him away from his grandfather and brought him to live in another city.
In his previous life, he was naive, and five years of living under someone else's roof prevented him from recognizing reality. It was not until a natural disaster struck and he was pushed out by his biological father to exchange for supplies that he realized that he had completely lost both his parents when his mother passed away.
Living his life over again, Gu Mengran already had a clear plan in mind.
But this time, he will first abandon those unnecessary family ties.
"Meng Ran, Meng Ran? This kid is silent again?"
Gu Mengran frowned and stared blankly, his expression becoming increasingly ugly, which made Uncle Meng so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. He slapped the table and stood up, "Wait, I'll call that bastard right now. What the hell!"
"Grandpa." Gu Mengran came back to his senses in time, holding his grandfather and explaining in a low voice: "You weren't bullied. I just missed you and came back to see you. But this time I came back... I do have something very important to tell you."
"What?" Uncle Meng was skeptical.
"Please sit down first. Let's talk slowly."
After living together for fourteen years, Gu Mengran knows his grandfather well enough.
He concealed the fact that he was reborn and described the impending disaster as a dream, an extremely real nightmare.
Meng Gaoyang was born in a shipping industry and spent most of his life drifting on the sea. Compared to ordinary people, he is more "superstitious". Gu Mengran exaggerated, hinted, and finally mentioned his grandmother and mother who passed away early, and the old man immediately believed it.
The palm-leaf fan stopped waving, and the legs under the table stopped shaking. The relaxed and joyful atmosphere dissipated with Gu Mengran's words and became extremely solemn.
"A volcano erupts, and it rains for several years..." The old man narrowed his eyes, frowned, and took a breath of cold air, "Hiss, is that really what your grandmother and your mother said?"
Gu Mengran nodded firmly, his expression unchanged as he said, "Yes, they said this was an unprecedented disaster, and asked me to come back to you as soon as possible. They also asked us to prepare in advance and stock up on supplies in case of emergency."
After saying that, Gu Mengran looked up at the old man and blinked innocently, "Grandpa, don't think too much about it. It's just a dream. It doesn't mean anything. Maybe grandma and mom are short of money down there, so they're trying to scare us on purpose."
"nonsense!"
With a tactic of retreating to advance, the old man successfully took the bait.
Meng Gaoyang waved his palm-leaf fan quickly, his eyes rolling around, "I haven't dreamed of them for many years. The last time was eight years ago, when the Yuntian earthquake happened. This is not a dream, it is definitely not an ordinary dream. The weather has been abnormal recently, so something big must be happening!"
Gu Mengran opened his lips slightly, his eyes filled with confusion, "Then, what should we do? We can't really go stockpiling supplies, right? What if the dream is false, then-"
"Pah"
The palm-leaf fan hit the palm of his hand hard, making a crisp sound.
Meng Gaoyang suddenly seemed to have thought of something and raised his head. "Meng Ran, if it really rains like that and the water rises, where do you think we should escape to?"
"Plateau, high altitude area." Gu Mengran said without thinking.
"Wrong." Meng Gaoyang laughed and said mysteriously, "Have you forgotten what your grandfather used to do? Your grandfather used to be the captain, the highest commander of the Wind Wing."
Gu Mengran's eyes lit up, "Grandpa means... that we buy a boat?"
Meng Gaoyang nodded, "That's right, buy a ship. If a natural disaster comes, we can sail away. If not, we can rent the ship out and let others haul the goods. We can collect rent for decades without losing money."
Having been working on ships for most of his life, the old man becomes very talkative when talking about ships.
Cargo ships are too big, yachts are too expensive, fishing boats are too small, and inland transport ships are just right. Meng Gaoyang analyzed it very clearly and made the final decision in less than half an hour - buy a river boat.
Gu Mengran was dumbfounded.
It was true that he was guiding grandpa step by step, but it was too smooth, so smooth that it was a little unbelievable.
After years of continuous rain, the blue planet on which humans depend for survival has gradually become a mercury. With very little land left, humans are not only facing a sharp decline in survival resources, but also the biggest problem of where to settle down.
In his previous life, Gu Mengran fled to an unknown island with Gu Decheng's family.
Although he was "sold" in the end, the six months on the island were enough for him to realize that the extremely scarce land resources after the disaster left no room for ordinary people.
After being reborn, Gu Mengran has been wondering where they should go.
Copying homework from a previous life, there is only one standard answer in front of me - a ship. A cargo ship that can move, live, and carry supplies.
Ships are not cheap, they can cost tens or even hundreds of millions.
Gu Mengran was a student who had just entered university, so naturally he couldn't afford the money. That was why he had to trick his grandfather into giving him his pension.
Grandpa loved him and believed in him unconditionally.
All the drafts in my mind were of no use. In just a short while, the old man sitting opposite me had already started to consider whether to buy a big ship or a small ship.
Gu Mengran's eyes felt inexplicably warm.
Business is more important. He rubbed his red eyes and analyzed with his grandfather: "Buy a small boat, a small bulk carrier of about 3,000 tons. The flooded land is not like the sea, and there are more obstacles. Large ships are heavy, have a deep draft, and are particularly conspicuous. If there is a bump or someone spots it, it will be troublesome."
Meng Gaoyang frowned slightly and nodded thoughtfully, "That's true, but how much can a 3,000-ton cargo ship carry? Losing the land is no joke. We can't plant crops or produce anything. We'll just be living off the land in the future."
Gu Mengran understood the reason, but weighing the pros and cons, a small cargo ship was the best solution. He was not worried that the small cargo ship had too little space and could not carry too much supplies, because -
Gu Mengran slowly raised his head and looked at his grandfather calmly.
Then he raised his right hand and gently placed his palm on the stainless steel basin containing grapes.
The moment his skin touched the basin, Gu Mengran's mind changed, and a basin of plump purple grapes disappeared out of thin air on the table.
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