Yes, it's another exercise.

It doesn't stop.

Shang Lu glanced at the text message, turned off the screen of the mobile phone and stuffed it into his pocket, put it away, looked up and asked, "Master, here is practicing every day, is it disturbing the people?" ”

"It's good to get used to it." The taxi driver said slowly, "It's just that the air defense siren is pulling a ha, telling us to stay in the house and not come out, so we should set off fireworks." ”

The car "clucked" over a speed bump, Shang Lu turned his head to look out, they were passing through the seventh sharp turn of the winding mountain road, on one side of the road is more than one person high cement slope protection, on the other side is the green cage of plants, the average altitude of Nanshan is 400 meters, standing on the winding mountain road faintly visible Chongqing urban skyscrapers are far hidden in the light fog - Chongqing is a foggy city, there is always fog.

Shang Lu thought so.

There are no pedestrians and no vehicles on the road, and the taxi driver said that he can't meet a few people who go up the mountain all year round, and there are also the People's Liberation Army who go back to the unit on a mission to go back to the unit.

On the other side of the hill is the front line.

Officially, it is called the third-level contact buffer zone, but in the eyes of the common people, it is called the front line.

"It's really hard to beat the car here, I stood for more than half an hour."

"Of course you come from the West Railway Station, there are many cars coming and going on the Guanyin Bridge of the Liberation Monument, and there is no way to cross the river, and there are no people living on this side of the river." The driver said, "Let's go, let's go." ”

"Master, why don't you go?" Shang Lu asked.

"Which one am I going to drive?" The taxi driver's tone was a little proud, and then he fell again, "Rolls, you came from Chengdu?" You say, is Chengdu better than Chongqing? ”

"Not necessarily." Shang Lu said, "But Chengdu is a big rear, and it is safer than here." ”

"Safe hammer." The driver sneered, "I'll tell you, Chongqing is the safest, do you know why?" Let me swing with you one by one, first, Chongqing is the last bridgehead of all mankind, Chongqing is lost, and the entire Sichuan Basin is lost, so Chongqing's garrison is the strongest, what are so many military bases on Nanshan used for? Defend the people, there is something wrong in Chongqing, everyone can't run away, Chongqing is fine, we don't have to run, this is called the safest place in the most dangerous place. ”

The head of the word is the Tao.

Sure enough, even if it's the end of the world, the basic literacy of taxi drivers is still there.

With a "grunt", the car ran over a buffer belt again, and in the distance, the driver master and Shang Lu both saw the sentry post and the red and white landing pole on the side of the road in front of them, and a young soldier in green camouflage uniform waved at them.

The driver slowly turned the steering wheel, the car pulled forward to the side of the road and stopped, the soldier came over and knocked on the window, leaned over and asked, "Where are you?" ”

"Give it away, it's five years old!" The driver took out his driver's license, and then pointed to Shang Lu in the back row, "Your unit." ”

"Comrade, documents."

The warrior came over and saluted.

Shang Lu hurriedly dug out the pass and report card from his backpack and handed them over through the car window.

"Shang Lu, the technical commissioner of the 151 support base supported by the Institute of Automation, Chinese Academy of Sciences, came to report today."

After the other party finished checking, returned the documents, lifted the railing and let him go, Shang Lu peeked out of the car window and looked back, the young and thin back was still standing there, facing the empty winding mountain road, alone.

After this card, there is no obstacle in the future, the taxi climbs all the way up the mountain, there are abandoned and dilapidated houses on both sides of the road, there is no light in the windows of the black hole, a thick layer of dust falls on the windowsill, these houses that have been vacant for several years are gradually occupied by animals and plants, the former advent of Dai Nanshan is a famous scenic spot, there is a town on the mountain, but now no one lives on the mountain, everyone has been resettled, and all the spring chickens are walking with the people.

Shang Lu tilted his head to the other side and looked west through the car window.

"Master, let me ask you something, have you ever seen that ...... after you have been in Chongqing for so many years?"

"Do you want to ask an angel or a giant machine?"

"Both."

"I've seen both."

"When?"

"Yesterday." The driver understated, "I saw it when I drove to the botanical garden yesterday, it's far away, but it's big, it's very big, lying on the trailer, didn't it say that there was going to be a drill?" Every time they want to exercise, they will drag it out and slip it, I think ha, it has to be dozens of stories high, red, with four hands, they say that the name of that thing is Red Lotus, Law, you are a top student of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, do you think that thing can really drive? ”

"I don't know, I haven't driven it either."

"You can go and see it, the red lotus is in Wuwu, you will definitely see it if you go, and you will go to the front line to support after graduation, great young man...... I envy you babies, you are young and capable. The driver smacked his lips, and his tone was not without envy, "I don't have this ability, so I can only open a taxi in the city." ”

"What's there to envy about this?"

"Let you choose, open a rental or a giant machine, which do you choose?"

Shang Lu was silent for a few seconds, he didn't answer the question, in an era when humanity was doomed, it was difficult to say which one made more sense.

If you have to choose, why not choose to run a taxi with a giant machine?

Shang Lu continued to cast his eyes out of the window, he couldn't see the other side of the mountain, but recently there was gossip circulating that the Seraphs were found to be haunting the neighborhood, and everyone had received the drill notices issued by the war zone, which meant that the rumors were most likely correct, and another Seraphs had descended.

This may not be a good time to report.

Maybe he would be the 6,418,667,421 who died from the Seraph's arrival on the first day, and he couldn't make it whole.

It's lucky to see those who die in whole numbers this way.

But when would be a good time to report? It was an absurd time when humans were stationed in cities with huge weapons and angels roamed the wasteland, and if it hadn't really happened, Shang Lu would have suspected that all of humanity was having a weird and long nightmare, and every day in the dream was terrible.

If you die, you will die, anyway, if you die, you will be a martyr, and when the time comes, in the martyr's cemetery of the Botanical Garden, the tombstone will be engraved with the year of your birth and death:

"August 27, 1992 – August 26, 2016."

Shang Lu suddenly remembered that tomorrow was still his birthday, so he dispelled this idea from his mind.

You can't die tomorrow.

The taxi continued to drive up the mountain, Shang Lu looked ahead, he will turn 24 years old tomorrow, he was lucky to survive in this world for another year, Shang Lu hopes that his 24th birthday will be a good start, at least the next 151 support base that is about to welcome him will be a fairly past birthday gift from fate.

With a "cluck", the taxi ran over a speed bump again.

Shang Lu counted silently in his heart.

This is the twenty-second bend of the uphill climb.