Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

"And she took a copy of National Geographic and said to me, Wells, we haven't even been to the Grand Canyon yet." "So we changed our plans, bought this car and drove along the road until we had seen the most beautiful scenery and then found a place to stay, maybe a cabin by the beach." ”

The old man stretched out his hand and gently put it on the car window, and his wife gently patted his arm, her face was infinitely happy.

"Soon, we're already seeing that dreams are ahead." The two suddenly said the same sentence in unison, in fact, this is the beginning of a song, so they hummed as they spoke, the tune was very strange, but the words were beautiful.

Weiz and Adai looked at each other for a long time, singing and beating the beat, a song they had sung countless times, carrying countless fond memories from the long years.

Xia Chenghao looked at this loving old couple with a smile, his pale hair shaking gently in the wind. The human meridians are very old, and life is passing little by little, like a candle that is about to burn out, and the faint cannon will be extinguished at any time when it flickers gently in the oil, but they gladly accept it without complaint.

The singing stopped suddenly, Wei Zi turned his head to look at Xia Chenghao and said with a smile: "This song has been singing for forty years......

Xia Chenghao smiled and waved his hand and retreated to his car, he didn't know what to say to these two lovely old people, wishing them happiness? No need, they're already happy.

Got into the car, started and walked around from the side, Weiz and Adai still quietly staying in their happy atmosphere in the rearview mirror.

Weiz and Adai. These are the names of two old men, for them Xia Chenghao is just a passerby, for Xia Chenghao they are just passers-by, in fact, who is not?

The car was heading south along the highway, and sad music was playing from the console.

The wind squeezed in through the car window ruffled Xia Chenghao's hair. As every tourist who travels to the south feels.

Giant trucks with multiple axles on the side, each with a different company's name and logo on it.

Each of these giant trucks costs more than a million grunts, and the huge cab resembles a small motel, with everything you need and even a small sealed bedroom.

They passed the highway one after the other, making a rumbling sound, and the waves of sound came and went, and then emptied from far and far. It's as if the space has been completely distorted, giving people a strange feeling of vertigo.

If the highways of the Mada Federation are the blood vessels of this vast organism, then these trucks are the red blood cells that carry oxygen in the bloodstream. With the help of cobweb-dense highways in all directions, the goods produced in the Mada Federation are quickly concentrated and transported to the supermarkets in each small town.

As the civilization of leapfrogging spread day by day after the Great Recession, small cities became big cities, and big cities became mega-city empires, like an ever-expanding organism. It devours every inch of land and every drop of the ancient civilization that once grew on the planet Grims.

Xia Chenghao followed the long convoy and continued south.

I don't know how long it took for the convoy to slow down. He looked out the window at the giant trucks that drove slowly by, and the unkempt truck drivers in the cab, all high in the air, with wine bottles in their hands, listening to the love songs playing in the console, always with contempt as they looked down at the tiny hybrids around them.

Even though the natural wildness of most of the people on this planet has been polished by modern civilization. And these truck drivers who drive behemoths like maglev locomotives still retain the ferocious nature of animals that remain in the blood.

They have long beards, always have uninhibited eyes, and they drive their petty machines up and down the highway day in and day out, just like the fabled Mada Federation cowboys of yesteryear. Live a simple and happy wandering life.

There are thousands of truck supply depots on highways, which provide services such as vehicle maintenance and goods trading to passing drivers. Truck drivers from all over the federation get into the truck's supply depot after a long and stressful drive, hand over the truck to a technician for maintenance, eat a delicious meal in a restaurant, drink a cold beer, and look at the beautiful women by the way, then fall asleep and hurry on the road the next day.

This kind of wandering life is often portrayed in novels and movies as very romantic, and these truck drivers who take their cars as their home are also regarded as cowboys under super civilization.

Xia Chenghao suddenly felt that his car was too small, and looked enviously at the giant truck next to him, which was nearly two meters higher than Will's air energy off-road vehicle, and suddenly wanted to drive such a car again, thinking that he couldn't withstand the temptation so much, he couldn't help but chuckle.

The giant cards around him rushed forward in unison, and the rumbling sound was deafening, just like when Grims Star Wars, thousands of transforming robots rushed to the enemy formation at full speed, with a momentum of indomitable death, which made people's hearts boil.

He took a deep breath and picked up speed, and Will could roar forward as the aero roared forward.

A sudden urge swelled up in my heart to see the red desert tomorrow morning, and to see the sunrise in the painted desert.

Soon after the car entered Zhuoxi, it was dusk, and it was a small town called Abrada, but it was a small township far from being as grand as a big city.

After another two hours, I crossed St. Jobaan in the state of Zokti and turned onto another highway, from where it was about 700 kilometers to Luonaka, a five-hour journey over the Quinton Mountains.

Many cars were heading down the road towards Luonaka, the speeding cars bringing up gusts of wind and dust, the road being baked to the point of a burnt smell, and a heat wave with such flames surrounded every car.

The straight road seems to flow endlessly below the horizon in the distance, and the sight of the sun-illuminated desert and bush is an incredibly smooth sedimentary rock cliff where time has stood still.

It is undoubtedly quite boring to drive a car alone on such a road, and even a patient person like Xia Chenghao has been speeding up, wanting to end this monotonous journey as soon as possible.

"Beep-" A series of horns sounded, Xia Chenghao looked in the rearview mirror, a half-new Jacob F-type car was screaming impatiently, it seemed that the driver's temper was not very good.

As soon as it turned onto the highway, it overtook several cars one after another, and now it was following the Will Air Energy off-road vehicle, but Xia Chenghao was always faster than it, which made the driver of the Jacob F-type very impatient.

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )