In the distance, a hungry, emaciated puppy slowly approached a toppled tin can, and then gently flicked it in front of him with his little paws. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His nose poked into the depths of the jar, sniffing carefully with the sound of heavy breathing, but he didn't find any scraps of food, so he could only give up and continue to walk slowly, not knowing where to go.

The sunlight that does not know the source seeps down, and the misty gray obscures the sky, and there is no change of light and darkness, and there is no undulation of clouds.

The same view of the land here is surrounded by low mountains, sparse vegetation covered with potholed loess, several storey old houses scattered scattered, the fierce wind is raging, there are few people, and most of the faces look slightly depressed.

In an inconspicuous room, no different from the others, the windows and doors were tightly shut, and a light bulb with a faint yellow light was hung from the roof, flickering on and off, and the slightest sound of electricity could be heard from time to time.

In the light, an elderly man crouched in a creaky bamboo rocking chair, covered in shabby and varied coarse cloth, with only his wrinkled head and hands exposed to the air, his eyes narrowed slightly, unable to distinguish whether they were open or closed.

"This year...... It's been another few years......" The old man's voice was hoarse and gruff.

Opposite the old man, a lean teenager sat in the shadows, holding half a cold and hard steamed bun in his hand, chewing a little unhurriedly, and then swallowing.

"Not long ago, I went to the city once for the application for resource rationing." The young man spoke, and it was a rather cold tone, "It was February of this year, and now it should be May of the seventy-sixth year of Taiping." ”

"Seventy-six years...... Cough! Cough! The old man frowned, and coughed twice because of the itchy throat, "So...... You're almost sixteen years old. ”

"Hmm."

The boy continued to nibble on the stiff steamed bun and did not make a sound. His silence in the face of the old man's words was not indifference, but there were too many emotions and words that could not be expressed, or even if he did, it might be of little use to reality.

The old man smiled and said, "You are different from most people here, you have more capital than us. Before, I could still teach you something, but now that I'm old, I can't give you anything. When you are over 16 years old, one day you go to the city to walk around and give yourself a proper identity to see if you can receive compulsory education. ”

"It doesn't have to be my obligation to go there." The young man's flat tone obviously fluctuated with emotion at this time, "Compared to it, haven't I really understood you yet, I don't believe you have nothing to tell me." ”

"Here...... We're all Vault Dwellers, and I'm just a little bit older. The old man tilted his head and stared at the light bulb hanging from the roof, "I lack any resources, and I work almost every day, and I have to hand over minerals to those guys in the city every year." ”

"Besides, it's okay if I'm an ordinary person as you call me, but that's just my way. You see, now my way, the way of the people here, is gone......" The old man closed his eyes, his chest was slightly erected, and then he calmed down, seemingly, unwilling to speak anymore.

The meaning of the old man's words, the young man understood, was to give him the opportunity to find his own direction, and then to chase his own path.

As for the old man's own path, maybe the old man thinks that it is not worth it.

In the dim environment, the young man's eyes revealed a determined light, but he sighed helplessly.

Takuma was silent for a while, looked at the indiscriminate mechanical watch on his left wrist, swallowed the few steamed buns with difficulty, then stood up, picked up a heavy and shoddy hoe from the corner, and then pushed forward with his other hand, slamming the window open, and in an instant, the sunlight filled the room and reflected on the faces of the old man and the young man.

The old man seemed to have expected the young man's movements, maybe he had experienced such a scene countless times, and he couldn't be more familiar with it, but his eyes were gently closed, and his expression was still peaceful.

The boy squinted, and then recovered from the sudden change in light and darkness, after all, the sunlight outside had always been covered by the vast darkness of the sky, and the intensity of the light was not much higher.

"It's time! It's our turn to get to work, let's go! The boy cried out rather loudly with his hoe.

As if they had expected the sound of the young man's words, the scattered men resting under the house had already barely cheered up, and they all nodded their heads and scattered, some went back to their own residences to get tools, some went to convey the news to others, and some were still responding to the young man's words.

"Okay, okay...... Then I'll go first. Xiao Ran! It's still the same old place, right? ”

"Hmm." The young man nodded, and seeing that most of the people had already reacted, he closed the window, and after looking back at the old man lying on the bamboo chair with his eyes closed, he hurried downstairs with a hoe in his hand.

is no longer in the shadows, so that people can see the appearance of the teenager clearly.

The young man is lean, not too tall, the black bangs hang down in front of the upright face, there is always dust to cover, there is no handsome appearance, but it looks delicate, with a little scholarly elegance.

He wore a slightly dirty white work shirt, leather pants and worn out old leather boots, and a kind of vigor and heroism that could not be concealed by a young man.

And the old man lying on the rocking chair covered with coarse cloth is the only relative and most important benefactor of the boy since he was a child, and he is the leading figure in this area.

Later, the old man was old and frail, and the young man gradually took over the old man's place because of his courage and ability.

Perhaps, as the old man hoped, the young man will eventually go farther away.

However, for the teenager, compared to this, there are still some secrets in the old man's past, but it has always been a mystery in the teenager's heart that he wants to solve but seems to never solve.

The young man didn't know what the old man's name was, and everyone basically called the old man Mr. Mo, but no one knew anything else about the old man.

Xiao Ran, this is the name of a teenager.

He has lived in such a depressed and cruel place since he was a child, received some basic theoretical education from Mo Lao, and worked with everyone to dig for resources, and has spent nearly 16 years.

Nearly a month of alternating day and night, a man-made atmosphere shrouded in gray and gray, numerous barren lands in the crater, where young people and old people are located, it is obvious that it is the moon, the moon in the truest sense of the word.

Since then, there has been a great polarization on the moon.

The aristocracy and the rich lived eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves in the bustling city, but more coolies joined Mr. Mo and their team, called pioneering, which was actually exile, and they could only work hard in exchange for some resources to make ends meet.

Even most people don't have real real-name citizenship, including Xiao Ran.

In fact, there are many, many places like Xiao Ran that have established the collective residence of the Vault Dweller on the moon. Everything they work is done to support the meaningless consumption of those in the city.

Every once in a while, a one-time assembly cart will carry all kinds of people to this place, some of them are prisoners who have lost their tempers, and homeless, widows who have been displaced after the war, volunteers who have been miserable for their lives, and more people who are unwilling to reveal their lives, and even poor people who have forgotten everything in the past.

But fifteen years ago, one of them was an orphan who had no one to take care of him.

According to Mr. Mo, it was probably sent here in a dilapidated disposable assembly car. The orphan was Xiao Ran, a young man at this time, and he was just a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes at that time.

No matter what, the old gentleman who can only lie on the bamboo chair now once gave Xiao Ran life and knowledge, and this cruel environment has created Xiao Ran's indomitable character and ability to deal with shocks.

Whether he goes out in the future, goes to the disgusting and resentful city to find the way forward, or knows the old man's past and secrets, his life has already faced changes......

"Xiao Ran! Resemble...... Xiao Ran! A **** swarthy worker with a top body ran in small steps in the dust, with a dense and slightly curly beard, and the sweat on his body was drenched, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of fatigue or some mental impact.

"What's going on, Uncle Ge." Xiao Ran bowed slightly, and one hand gently supported the rugged swarthy man on the opposite side, "You can slowly say that according to this year's progress, it is completely fine for us to meet the standard of mineral production." ”

"It's not... Not this ...... Ah, Xiao Ran! I can't tell...... Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing! The strong man who was called Uncle Ge in Xiao Ran's mouth opened his chapped lips slightly, raised his head again and looked at Xiao Ran, a little delighted, a little shocked, in short, he could see that he was in a complicated mood, "We, we just dug out a metal door frame hidden in the dirt, it seems... If it seems right... There is also ...... behind it A huge whole, if my guess is correct, I'm afraid it's the existence of a spaceship! ”