The moment I opened the car door, heavy rain fell from the sky like thousands of silver threads.
Wang Mingming stepped into the water with an umbrella in hand, and dirt splashed onto his knees.
Hanhan put on a thick mask and rubber shoes.
"This city..." Shang Qi raised his head: "Is it one of the areas with the most serious black fog disease?"
The relief sheds were marked with dim red crosses, and the dilapidated buildings looked like pale blocks of tofu, seemingly two different worlds from the bustling city.
"Please be kind, adults, give us some money..." Seeing the neat clothes of Su Mingan and the other three, the pale and skinny people immediately came up to them and asked for money.
"Hey, hey..." Hanhan looked at their faces and screamed.
These people had black spots on their faces, necks, and palms. They rushed towards them like zombies, and their hands covered with black spots tried to grab their arms.
“Swish!”
A few banknotes flew past, reflected in the pale rain. People immediately changed their target and pounced on the banknotes, their posture was quite like dozens of ferocious beasts snatching a hare.
But they were once just ordinary residents with stable jobs and small but cozy houses.
Poverty is the most terrible disease in the world. It will crush people's spines, rob them of their good qualities, and leave them with nothing left in their eyes except money.
Su Mingan threw the banknotes into the rain, and the wind blew them away, blowing away the vicious crowd. He held up an umbrella - a bright red umbrella.
In the black and white city, there is only a bright red umbrella. Under the umbrella is a pale hand.
The traffic lights changed, and between the rain and the mist, this bright red squeezed into the black, white and gray umbrellas of people, like a drop of blood falling into a black river. The young black-haired youth strode forward, and the heavy rain sprinkled on his face along the slanting wind, washing away the dust on his face.
He held the bright red umbrella tightly, and walked through the black and white, deeper and deeper, straight into the city, like an artery piercing the heart of the city.
Wang Mingming, Hanhan and Shangqi finally reacted and immediately opened their umbrellas and followed him.
"Su Xiaobai! Were you really just a high school student before? You are so smart that you know how to use money to lure them away." Wang Mingming looked at Su Mingan with a little admiration.
"Yeah." Su Mingan walked forward.
"Su Xiaobai, I see you have a peach blossom cufflink? So beautiful, where did you buy it?" Han Han saw at a glance that there was a peach blossom cufflink on the cuff of Su Mingan's hand holding the umbrella.
Su Mingan looked down and saw that the peach blossom cufflinks were given to him by Xiao Jingsan. Xiao Jingsan said that this was "the unique symbol of the angel", so in order not to reduce Xiao Jingsan's favorability, Su Mingan did not take it off.
"I picked it up in the black fog." Su Mingan said.
Han Han was stunned, then a smile appeared on his face: "I originally thought you were the kind of nerd who buried his head in study. Now I find that you are also good at joking. Was this given to you by your girlfriend? You insisted that you found it in the black fog."
Su Mingan did not answer.
"This is what peach blossoms look like. There should be no real peach trees in the world now." Wang Mingming came over, his eyes full of longing: "I heard that there were peach blossoms in the past, unlike now, most of the peach blossoms we see are fake peach blossoms made of chemicals."
Wang Mingming had never seen the world before the black fog broke out.
It is said that many, many years ago, there were peach trees all over the world, there were wilderness and forests, there were birds meeting and deer calling, there were beautiful white lilies and red roses, and when the flowers were in full bloom, they were more beautiful than any imaginary game.
After the black fog broke out, the environment became worse and worse. Nowadays, humans can only see the imaginary beauty on the Internet and in the Dream Patrol game.
The world is getting colder day by day, and the Internet has gradually replaced all emotions. Under the pressure of involution and the living environment, people no longer like to laugh.
Wang Mingming has been very interested in history since he was a child. He always felt that the era before the black fog broke out must have been an era of particularly beautiful nature.
"History." Su Mingan murmured.
History was interrupted for hundreds of years and people cannot trace back the traces.
There are only a dozen or so years left in human books, the Internet, and our brains. It seems that human history is just a dozen or so years, and the previous ones no longer exist.
Countless people have tried to trace back to a more distant history, but have found nothing. If you search for terms such as "hundreds of years ago" and "history" on the Internet, you will only get an ERROR prompt. Su Mingan has long realized that the erased history must contain something very important.
A thousand years ago, the Alien King fell asleep and the old gods fell - what happened after that? Why do the gods rule this world? Why did the black fog break out?
These questions have become after-dinner jokes due to the increasing pressure of life and the crazy inward-looking social environment, and no one is interested in them.
"Swish, la la" raindrops fell on the bright red umbrella, one by one, revealing the color of the umbrella, like drops of bright red blood.
Wang Mingming looked at the desolation and poverty of the city and said, "When I was very young, I saw a peach tree in an illustrated book. But later, the book was looted and burned by the Holy Alliance because it 'involved historical records.'"
"I was thinking at the time, I must try what peach blossom wine tastes like. The book said it would have a mellow aroma. And the starry sky... My father used to be an astronomical administrator. He would often look up at the starry sky. He told me that the starry sky was a bright blue. But later, the planetarium was closed, and the gods no longer allowed people to look up at the starry sky."
Han Han was surprised and asked, "Is the planetarium also closed?"
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