Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

It's a portable speaker with a dry battery.

Music is one of the few entertainments of the demons in the bloody wilderness.

Especially those demons who take stimulants, when fighting, gambling, or exasperating primitive animal cravings, like to play crazy rock and roll music to help.

Boss Goldtooth pressed the play key, and the sound of the wolf screaming metal came from the speaker.

White deer and Wan Tian Hai have some headaches.

Boss Goldtooth leaves his mouth open, pulls out the player stuck in the speaker, crushes it, throws it out the window and rolls it into the wind and sand.

Once again, he carefully removed his player from his heart and plugged it in, while his exuberant old Gordon swung back in the dull compartment, bringing a little coolness.

“in heavenly West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains, Chanan Doa River

It's a long way from home. Older than the trees.

Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

The country road. Take me home. That's where I live.

West Virginia, Big Mountain Mama

Country road, take me home! ”

Of course it's the song, Goldtooth's favorite, the Citigroup's war song.

Goldtooth smiled, shook his head and sang along.

Honestly, on the bloody battlefield, in the vast area of the wind and sand, his loud voice is not too bad to sing this country music another flavor.

But in the narrow, muffled compartment, at a time of high nervousness in both boys and teenagers, there was no big difference between his singing and the ghost crying wolf howling just now.

“Village Road -”

Big Goldtooth growls, his fat ass crushes the seat “squeaky," and from time to time hits a white deer or a bang on the shoulder of the Ten Thousand Hidden Seas - depending on who's driving, "Take me home! ”

Boys and teenagers look at each other and see the smell of "dare not speak angrily" in each other's eyebrows.

No, even “Anger” can't be angry, can only shrink his neck, smile with his face, even sing with the Goldtooth boss.

“Sing, why don't you sing along? It's the best music in the world! ”

Old Goldtooth scratched the itch, “West Virginia, Mother of the Mountains, Country Road, take me home! ”

“West Virginia… Mother Big Mountain… Country Road… Take Me Home…”

Boys and teenagers barely fit in.

They heard it over and over again and forced Goldtooth boss "Succubus” to sing along, his ears were almost bleeding and his voice was about to bleed, Goldtooth finally let them go and changed the song.

The melody of this song is more relaxed and soft, the slightly sandy female voice is like the sunshine of love at dusk, completely different from the country song just now, suddenly attracting the white deer.

The boy was restless and wanted to ask the name of the song.

But he realized that underground cities must have a better preservation of pre-war culture than on the ground, and as his “underground tribe," perhaps he should know such a moving melody, unnecessarily asking, is blooming.

Boss Goldtooth seemed to see through his mind and said, “This song is called YesterdayOnceMore - Yesterday's Reproduction. It's also very nice. Have you heard it in the underground city? ”

“Heard that. ”

Sure enough, Kaido Wan Tibetan, “These classic English songs, even in our ‘alliance' school, have been taught, but they are old songs many decades ago, now there is no one...”

He stopped talking in time.

White deer don't know what to say, just curled in the back seat between guns and ammunition, quietly feeling the old, warm music of decades ago, slowly flowing.

“When I was younger, I liked listening to the radio.

Waiting for my favorite song

How happy I am to hear you sing.

Happy old days.

The moment has passed away. I don't know where I lost it.

And now they're back.

My beloved old song, reunited like a lost old friend.

Every melody, every note, still shining.

Every charming syllable, it's ringing again.

How wonderful it feels, singing to the past.

He rubbed her heart to pieces, tears coming out of her eyes.

Yesterday, as in the past, it reappeared... ”

The white deer sang with a whisper and some stammering at first, but by the time he sang "YesterdayOnceMore," he had been able to keep up with the rhythm and feel the warmth, regret and hope contained in the song.

“Prior to the nuclear war, it was a plantation with the best vineyards and fruit orchards of all kinds, as well as dozens of large wineries that produced the continent, no, the best wines on the planet. ”

Boss Goldtooth sat his arms on the car window, his feet comfortably erected, his red eyes squeezed, looking at the wind and sand outside the window, the Gobi and the battlefield wreckage, ghosts made it look bad, to the two kids, "At that time, every season of fruit maturation, this place turned into a colorful land, like an oil painting, emitting all kinds of charming scents, the outsiders came here, drunk without drinking.

“Apples, pears, sugar cane, corn, tomatoes, potatoes —— everything you can think of and everything you can't think of can be made together, and of course the best is wine. Do you know how to make wine then? ”

The wilderness lord turned his big head and looked at the white deer.

The white deer shook his head and said honestly: “I don't know. ”

It's been a long time since grapes have grown in the wilderness, or the white deer have never seen real grapes in this world. Occasionally, they find a few hangings of wild, bitter and astringent next to the thorn bushes, like a little spike ball, without access.

“We… people harvest large, hung, red, purple and sweet grapes and pour them into a large grape pool, and then the prettiest girls in the area take off their socks, jump in, step on them with their feet, and step on the whole grape system as juice, which is the best grape juice. ”

Old Goldtooth Happy said, "Believe me, the wine that is made that way is the best drink in the world, and those girls have the prettiest feet in the world, they are the best girls you can find in the world and deserve to be spared everything, really, everything... get her, protect her.

“Look, there's the relic of one of the most famous wineries of the time. See that big barrel? ”

The white deer looked out the window with the sea of Wanzao.

All you see is red sand, melted tanks, warped infantry chariots, broken armor, and piles of struggling white bones.

However, it looks like a blurry outline has really emerged deep in the wind and sand, and there is a large wooden barrel that is seven or eight meters tall - of course it can't really be a "wooden barrel," presumably a barn or something like that, packaged like a wooden barrel, which becomes the hall's signature.

“Back then, the girls were in front of the winery, stepping on grape juice with their hands, laughing and sometimes singing, and I remember a girl singing a lot of songs, including old songs that were already behind us, songs that our generation of fathers would only sing, like TakeMeHome, CountryRoad, or YesterdayOnceMore, and she would all know and love to sing, and all the boys would go crazy for her. ”

Boss Goldtooth sighed softly, his head deep into his pillow, muttering, “It's all over, those good days of the past, all gone, the wine, the music and the girls. ”

The red flashes in the eye continue to expand and contract, appearing a little flashing. Deep in the skull of the Golden Tooth boss, a slight “squeak” is heard, like an ancient roll of tape, constantly inverting.

The white deer looked out the windows at the sand and dust, and the broken winery in the sand and the giant barrels of sores.

He hasn't seen the grapes and other fruits that the Golden Tooth boss calls them, and he hasn't seen any good girls with white teeth and golden hair and honey skin.

But he can imagine.

He thought of his sister.

It would have been better if there had been no war.

If there is no war, no radiation, no acid rain, no mutant beasts, no bandit invasion, if this is still a vast rich farm, maybe my sister will become the prettiest girl in the world, jumping on sweet grapes, laughing, singing freely -- how much she loves to sing, like a fairy tale bird.

Instead of like now, two fever for three days, can't even walk when weak, the song becomes a repressive groan.

“If yesterday--”

The white deer closed their eyes and the swollen eyelids showed wonderful illusions, the boy withstood tears and mumbled, “That would be great. ”

“What did you say? ”

Goldtooth Avenue, "Kid, what did you say 'how good’? ”

“I said, it would be great if time could be reversed and yesterday could be recreated. ”

Somehow, the white deer raised an unstoppable heart, wondering if it would reveal its identity, bite its teeth, “then maybe we can stop the thermonuclear war and make the world a better place! ”

The Golden Tooth first laughed.

“Naïve kid, do you think ‘nuclear weapons' made the world this way, and as long as you go back in time and stop the full-scale thermonuclear war, everything will be fine? ”

White deer slightly flashed.

“Isn't it? ”

“No.”

"At long last, nuclear weapons are manufactured and controlled by humans, so it's not nuclear weapons that really destroy everything, but humans themselves. Humans have 10,000 ways to destroy themselves. Even if you can go back in time and correct one of those mistakes, how can you correct the remaining 99,999? ”

“This...”

White deer has nothing to say, but the deeper the impulse, the stubborn, "Now that you can go back to the past to correct a mistake, you can naturally repeat 10,000 times, correct 10,000 mistakes, and make this wasteland go back to the rich and colorful farm! ”

“Ha!”

Goldtooth laughed and stopped talking.

“Huh!”

The Sea of Tibet also laughed, shrunk its head and concentrated on driving.

Bai Xiao Deer was bored and felt like he was lifting the bar. Sorry to talk again. He shrunk his thin body again and listened to the song with dedication.

Nobody spoke in the car for a while.

Only the classic melodies of light gold continue to echo:

“Looking back at the scenes of the year, past history

If you don't go back, why don't you break your heart?

It's over. I'll sing it to them.

I want to remember every word of that love song.

Those familiar melodies still touch my heart.

Time barrier is nowhere, every melody, every note, still shining

Every lovely syllable, it sounds so wonderful again.

All the most beautiful memories, clear in front of you.

Some even made me cry, just like before, yesterday... again... "