"It's hot, I want to drink water......"

The dialect murmured unconsciously.

The body began to slowly regain consciousness, and at the same time, an unbearable stuffy sensation came from all over the body.

Slowly opening his eyes, Fang Yan took out a bottle of water from his backpack with difficulty, unscrewed the cap, poured it on himself, and poured the rest of the water on his face.

"Hmm." Fang Yan let out a sound of satisfaction, and his consciousness began to gradually wake up.

Where is this?

The sand and dust in the wind made Fang Yan, who was still lying on the ground, cover his eyes with his hands, thinking about this question that he would think about every time he crossed.

"Fuck the weather!"

The irritability caused by the stuffiness made Fang Yan curse, and then he stood up, took off his sweat-soaked short sleeves, and looked around through the gap between his fingers, but his eyes widened in an instant.

Is that? Highway. The dialect saw a winding white road in the distance......

Whether it is in the mountains and forests nearby, the original dense forest is gone, and in its place is an obvious artificial forest.

The pristine forests that were once verdant have become sparse, revealing parched land......

After standing quietly for a long time, Fang Yan's body began to sound a high temperature alarm, which was a precursor to heat stroke.

Fang Yan exhaled, took a deep look at the gray-white sky that was gradually brightening through the gap between his fingers, and turned and walked towards the cave in his memory......

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Throwing the cigarette that burned to the end in his hand to the ground, Fang Yan subconsciously took out another one, thought about it, and put it back again. In front of him, there were already dense cigarette butts.

Cigarettes are a stress-relieving thing, and the dialect used to be non-smoking, but since the crossing, he has become more and more obsessed with the taste.

But now, the cigarette of hope, has lost its supposed effect, and has made him more and more irritable.

The cave is gone, which is not expected in the dialect, but also expected, especially when it comes to something as illogical as running into a crossing, anything can change.

Now he was under a mountain wall, with a rock jutting above him just enough to block out the daytime sun.

He had a clear idea of where this era was on the timeline - the future, though he didn't know where it was on the timeline yet.

In modern times, there is almost no trace of human activity, but now there are concrete roads and the original vegetation has been replaced by artificial forests......

There were no mechs, no spaceships, no hovercars, and the only evidence of human existence was the planes that flew by in the morning, and the irrigation system that covered the mountains.

At the same time, this era should have undergone great changes,

The temperature in the morning was unbearable, and by noon, Fang Yan had to pour water on his body all the time, and the temperature outside might have exceeded 50 degrees Celsius.

This is just in the suburbs, if it is in Yanjing City, that kind of temperature, dialects dare not imagine.

The sky began to darken, and the temperature began to slowly decrease, Fang Yan exhaled heavily, looked at his watch, and it was close to 7 o'clock in the evening.

Little by little, light began to shine in the distance, the closest town to this primeval forest, where dialects buy drinking water and food before each crossing.

He took out the cigarette from the cigarette case again, lit one in the dialect and smoked it, and looked at the glowing town in the distance through the haze of smoke, and his eyes became confused......

Fang Yan felt that he had never been like now, and his heart was full of torment and sorrow.

He never thought he would be a hero, or a savior. In his eyes, heroes are synonymous with death, and it is too difficult to become a living hero.

He knew that he was just an ordinary person, and he was afraid of death, especially in a strange time and space, quietly dying.

He has not honored his father, has not found a girlfriend, and has not enjoyed his own life......

But at the same time, he also knew that his supplies simply could not provide what he needed to live in this weather for ten days.

Although the irrigation system outside can be replenished with water, there is no way to solve the other problems caused by this temperature, vitamins, salt, heat stroke, exhaustion......

And in his heart, there was a faint voice telling him:

"Think about your time, look at the current era, are you willing to accept such a future? Even if you don't live in this era anymore, but your children ......"

The light from the fan of the town outside is obviously a sign of human survival, but the dialect does not dare to imagine what the state of human existence will be in such an environment.

One by one, when he unconsciously grabbed the cigarette case again, he found that the cigarette case was empty, Fang Yan smiled bitterly, and finally sighed.

Back at the bottom of the mountain wall, Fang Yan opened the backpack, poured out all the contents inside, and after shaking to make sure that nothing was left inside, Fang Yan put the backpack aside and rummaged through the pile of things in front of him.

Mineral water, compressed biscuits, summer clothes...... After thinking about it, Fang Yan also took out the saber he had prepared.

Tear off the logo from the mineral water bottle, cross out all the words on all the water bottles with a knife, and tear off the packaging bag of the compressed biscuits, and after eliminating everything with a modern identity, the dialect stuffed it back into the backpack.

Looking at the rest of the things on the ground, Fang Yan hesitated, picked out the iron things such as the pot and the shelf, and took them to a short distance and buried them in the soil.

Gathering together the empty bottles that had been used up and the rest of the things on the ground, Fang Yan took out the lighter tremblingly, but it didn't come out of the fire several times in a row.

"Smack!"

Fang Yan slapped his face fiercely, and his face turned hideous.

Holding the lighter tightly again, Fang Yan took a deep breath, and a faint but tenacious fire came out......

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Standing in front of the fire that once brought life and hope to mankind, Fang Yan quietly looked at the photo in his hand, which he took when he was 13 years old and stood in Tiananmen Square with his father.

At that time, he was pouting and losing his temper because his father did not meet his demands......

Fang Yan thought about himself when he was a child, a smile appeared on his face, he raised his head, wiped his eyes vigorously with his hand, and gently threw the photo and his ID card into the fire.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Fang Yan picked up the backpack he put aside, walked out of the cave, and walked towards the distant town without looking back, a lonely figure in the gray moonlight......

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I'm not a hero because I'm still afraid of death, but it's because I'm afraid of death that I'm on the path of a hero......