The hook-nosed man turned his head to see that the door of the compartment had been closed, this was a relatively confined space, so who were the targets of Shushu and Xiaoman? Will it be all the people here?

"Don't mess around!"

He tried to keep his voice down, and he wanted to leave a way back for the two women. But the women obviously didn't want to leave a way back for the poor hook-nosed middle-aged man.

Xiao Man quickly stretched out his left hand, covered the opponent's mouth and nose and pressed him down in the second card position, half a second was not needed, the right hand arrived almost at the same time, and hit the Adam's apple hard, and the sound of broken bones was completely muffled by the sound of the shuttle engine.

The subtle abnormal noise still activated Xia Chenghao's monitoring system, and he suddenly opened his eyes. I saw Shushu in the third position on the opposite side putting a piece of potato chips into her mouth, and her cute little mouth chewed gently, which was particularly tempting.

Seeing the man looking at her, she made a provocative grimace and quickly changed her apology.

Xia Chenghao doesn't eat this set, what has nothing to do with him is irrelevant, no matter how beautiful and charming you are.

"Do you still want it?" She was asking Xiao Man in the number one position.

Xiao Man smiled charmingly, reached out and took half a bag of potato chips, and said in a suppressed voice: "You have eaten it all!" ”

It turned out to be another false alarm. Xia Chenghao smiled bitterly, is his intelligent system too suspicious, and said that there will be no danger tonight.

With an hour before dawn, he forced himself to fall asleep again.

Shushu was still chewing on the potato chips, making a crisp clicking sound. Covering Xiao Man, he turned the hook-nosed man's face to the side, pulled up the quilt and covered his head together.

Xia Chenghao woke up just now, and he woke up very timely, so now it is impossible to know whether he is asleep again or not. There was no chance to move again for the rest of the hour, and wait, if there was no good chance before the shuttle reached the fog peak, it would have to come hard.

It's just that if you fight hard with Xia Chenghao, the chance of success is not too great.

Forty minutes later, the cabin was completely lit up, and the morning light refracted orange light from the snow into compartment seven.

Mackmad jumped out of bed and pulled the door of the cubicle, and someone was already passing by in the aisle with a cup.

After Xia Chenghao washed up, he sat back at the card seat and stared at the porthole.

His slender fingers drew delicate patterns on the window, and through the transparent glass that wiped away the fog, he admired the rapidly receding ice and snow outside, as if he saw his adoptive parents smiling at him outside the window.

"Dad, where the hell am I from?" When he was a child, Xia Chenghao once asked his father.

The adoptive father would kindly reply, "Of course my mother gave birth to it!" ”

"So, why do they say I picked it up?"

"Really? How did I not know? ”

Xiao Chenghao raised his face and asked innocently, "Will you and your mother protect me?" ”

"Silly boy, you are our baby, of course I will protect you. But you have to promise to protect us when you grow up! The adoptive father patted his little head gently.

Xia Chenghao nodded, a little as if he didn't understand, he wanted to ask again whether his father's words meant that he picked it up or his mother gave birth, but he didn't have the courage.

His mind quickly rewinds to the time he began to remember the world more than twenty years ago, with the world passing by on both sides of the shuttle.

A large part of the things that go forward can only be learned from other people's stories, but for Xia Chenghao, every story told by others will come alive in his mind like a movie lens.

In Baogang City that year, there was also snow flying inside and outside the city, and the world should be as vast as the world outside the porthole now. The difference is that there is no deep cold of minus 60 degrees Celsius, at most minus 14 degrees Celsius, and people will live well in winter.

The once luxuriant sycamores on both sides of the pavement were now bare branches, wrapped in a crystal clear coat, and sharp ice cubes hung from the eaves of every house, announcing to the world that winter had arrived.

Although the weather was cold, it did not freeze people's enthusiasm, and the long queue lined up at the door of the noisy store at this time of the weekday, holding all kinds of electronic coupons issued by the government and waiting patiently. Since the global economic recession, all industrial civilization has gradually begun to decline, and even daily necessities need to be redeemed in limited quantities with federally issued electronic coupons.

People are either full of anxiety or longing for tomorrow. If there is a time of year for citizens to be happy, it is the month when they can concentrate on exchanging goods.

At the end of the year, the entire kingdom of Zion set up a "Deep Cold Festival" to pray that the creatures in some areas with temperatures of minus 60 degrees or even lower can safely survive the annual test of humanity by the environment of the planet Grims.

After hundreds of years of prayer, the festival has evolved into a national festival, so now is the key time to redeem the necessities of life, and in this world of material scarcity, the amount of material resources can completely determine the experience of the festival.

In an alley in the south of Baogang City, there is a small courtyard in the deepest part, with a radius of 20 meters.

In the cold wind, the clump of Grace Qingluo was still green, and the branch of Qingluo in the corner of the wall stretched out of the wall, and was blown forward and backward by the wind, and the snow fell from the leaves from time to time, shattering on the ground and making a slight crackling sound.

Xia Jin sighed softly, looking at the falling snow in the sky and thoughtfully: "The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years." Alas! It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided! ”

There was a peculiar baby cry in the room, with a hoarse but somewhat electronic synthesized sound, followed by the sound of Shu Xumin calling his lover softly.

The man sighed and turned his head, shaking off the sparse snowflakes floating on his shoulders, and said that he seemed to be dressed in a night dress, it seemed that he had not faded this dress after going out last night, and the fabric was thin but there was no chill.

Reaching out to lift the thick curtain of the door, he strode into the room.

In the fireplace in one corner, the waste wood collected from the city is burning vigorously, exuding the fragrance of the trees, revealing full warmth, and the heat spreads in the room.

The small single room is very elegantly furnished, with the owner's workbench in front of the window, with books and computers, an iron bed on the inside, and a few abstract paintings on the walls that correspond to the occasion, which seem to be only appropriate and not necessarily understandable.

Shu Xumin half leaned on the head of the bed, her hair hanging loosely on her shoulders, looking at the baby in her arms who never slept with love. The skin is like snow, and the flush baked by the heating is particularly beautiful, and Gu Pan is not a little like a woman who has given birth to a child.

That's right, this child was not born by her, and she couldn't have a child at all.

"Does the little one still refuse to sleep?" Xia Jin sat lightly on the edge of the bed, looked at the tender red little face with pity, and gently shook his wife's big hand, which was a little cold.

"Since you went out last night, you haven't slept in the middle of the night, and it's still dawn and there's no way." Shu Xumin raised his head with apologies in his eyes, as if he had made a big mistake in front of his lover.

Finally, he changed the subject and asked, "Have you thought about what to name him?" ”