Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

It is a portable speaker that uses a dry battery.

Music is one of the few entertainments of the Mozu on the **** wilderness.

Especially those who use the stimulant, when they fight, gamble or vent their original animal desires, they like to play crazy rock music to help.

The golden tooth boss pressed the play button, and the sound of the ghostly crying metal sound came from the speaker.

Both the white deer and the Wanzanghai have some headaches.

The grandmother of the golden tooth licked his mouth and pulled out the player inserted in the speaker, crushed it, threw it out of the window, and caught it in the sand.

I carefully took out my player from the heart and plugged it in. The melodious old song echoed in the stuffy car and brought a bit of coolness.

"In the heavenly West Virginia

There are Blue Ridge Mountains, Chardonnay River

It’s a distant life, older than trees.

Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

The country road, take me home, there is my destination

West Virginia, Big Mountain Mom

Take the country road, take me home! ”

Of course, this song, the favorite of the Golden Teeth, the battle song of Citi.

The golden tooth boss smiled, shook his head and sang.

To be honest, on the **** battlefield, in the vast area of ​​the wind and sand, his rough voice is not too ugly, can sing this country music to another taste.

However, in the narrow and stuffy car, when the nerves of the boy and the boy are highly nervous, there is not much difference between his singing and the ghost of the heavy metal.

"The road to the country -"

The grandmother of the golden tooth roared, the fat buttocks crushed the seat and slammed, and occasionally slammed a palm on the shoulders of the white deer or Wanzanghai – depending on who was driving, “take me back. Family!"

The boy and the teenager face each other and see the taste of "dare to speak out" in each other's eyebrows.

No, even "anger" does not dare to anger, can only shrink the neck, accompany the smiling face, and even sing along with the Golden Teeth boss.

"Sing, why don't you sing along, this is the best music in the world!"

The golden tooth boss is happily scratching the itch of the wound. "West Virginia, Mother Mountain, Country Road, take me home!"

"West Virginia...Mount Mountain Mother...The Road to the Country... Take me home..."

Boys and teenagers should barely be together.

They listened over and over again, and they were forced to sing one side and the other side with the "Kenwei" of the Golden Teeth boss. The ears were listening to the bleeding, and the scorpion sang the bleeding. The golden tooth finally let them go and changed a song. .

The melody of this song is more melodious and soft, and the slightly hoarse female voice is like the sunshine of reluctance at dusk. It is completely different from the country song just now, and it immediately attracts the white deer.

The boy was restless and wanted to ask the name of the song of the Golden Teeth boss.

However, he realized that the underground city is sure to preserve the pre-war culture better than the ground. With his "underground" status, perhaps he should know such a moving melody. There is no need to ask, and it is a flaw.

The Golden Teeth boss seems to have seen through his mind and took the initiative: "This song is called "YesterdayOnceMore" - "Reappearing yesterday", and it is also very nice. Have you heard it in the underground city?"

"I have heard it."

Sure enough, Wan Chaang Haidao, "These classic English songs, even in our 'Alliance' schools, have been taught, but they are all old songs decades ago, and now there is no one..."

He kept his words in time.

The white deer did not know what to say. He just curled up in the back seat of the firearms and ammunition, quietly feeling the ancient and warm music of decades ago, slowly flowing.

"I like to listen to the radio when I am young.

Waiting for my favorite song

I sing more and more when I hear it.

Happy old days

The moment has passed, I don’t know where it is lost.

Now they are reappearing

Old songs that I love, like a lost old friend

Each note of each melody is still shining

Every charming syllable, it sounds again

How wonderful it feels, sing the past

He smashed her heart, tears could not help but burst out

Just like before, it reappeared yesterday..."

The white deer whispered, and at the beginning there was some stuttering, only to follow, but when singing "YesterdayOnceMore", I was able to keep up with the rhythm and feel the warmth, regret and hope contained in the song.

“Before the nuclear war, it used to be a plantation, with the best vineyards and various fruit gardens, as well as dozens of large-scale wineries, producing this continent, no, the best wine on the planet. ”

The golden tooth boss put his arm on the window, his feet comfortably stand up, pick up the red eye, look at the wind sand outside the window, the Gobi and the battlefield wreckage, the ghost makes a difference, to the two little ghosts, "At that time, every By the time the fruit is ripe, it will turn into a colorful, oil-like land that exudes a variety of fascinating aromas. Outsiders come here and are drunk without drinking.

"Apples, pears, sugar cane, corn, tomatoes, potatoes - everything you can think of and everything you can think of can be used for wine making. Of course, the best and the best is wine. Do you know how to make wine at that time?"

The wasteland overlord turned the big head of the fight and looked at the white deer.

The white deer shook his head and honestly said: "I don't know."

The wilderness has not grown long in the wilderness, or the white deer has come to this world, and has never seen the real grapes. Occasionally, there are several wild ones found next to the seabuckthorn thorns. They are bitter and awkward, like one by one. Small stabbing ball, not into the mouth.

"We... people harvested the big, red, purple, sweet and sweet grapes and pour them into a large grape pond. Then, the most beautiful girls in the area will take off their shoes and socks and jump in. Their feet are hard to step on and the grapes are all stepped into juice. This is the best grape juice."

The golden tooth boss is happy, "I believe that the wine made by the crush is the best thing in the world. The girls also have the most beautiful feet in the world. They are the most you can find in this world." A good girl is worthy of everything. Really, let go of everything... get her and protect her.

"Look, it was the remains of one of the most famous wineries at that time. Did you see the big wooden barrel?"

The white deer and Wanzanghai looked out the window together.

Only the red sand, the melting tanks, the twisted infantry fighting vehicles, the broken power armor, and the piles of struggling white bones.

However, under the reflection of the **** sun, the depth of the sand seems to have a vague outline, and there is a big wooden barrel of seven or eight meters high - of course, it can not be really a "wooden barrel", it is estimated to be a barn or the like. The things that are packaged into wooden barrels become the signboard of the winery.

"At that time, the girls were in front of the winery, holding hands on the grape juice, laughing while stepping on, sometimes singing, I remember a girl would sing a lot of songs, including old songs that were outdated at the time. The songs that our generation's fathers will sing, such as "TakeMeHome, CountryRoad", or "YesterdayOnceMore", she all wants to sing, and all the boys are crazy about her."

The golden tooth boss sighed softly, his head deeply into the headrest, muttering. "It's all over, those good old days have disappeared, those wines, music and girls."

The red awns in the eye of the right eye continue to expand and contract, appearing to be a little flickering. In the depths of the skull of the golden tooth, a slight "squeaky" sound is heard, like an old tape, which is constantly reversed.

The white deer is obsessed with the dust of the sky outside the window, and the dilapidated winery in the dust has large barrels of riddled holes.

He has never seen the grapes and other fruits mentioned by the King of the Golden Teeth, nor have they seen those girls whose teeth are white, their hair is golden, and their skin is like honey.

But he can imagine.

He thought of his sister.

If there is no war, how good.

If there is no war, no radiation, acid rain, variation of beasts and cockroaches, if it is still a vast and rich farmhouse, maybe the sister will become the most beautiful girl in the world, jumping on the sweet grape heap, While laughing, I sing freely - how much she loves to sing, like a lark in a fairy tale.

Rather than being like this, three days and two hairs burned, and when they were weak, they couldn’t walk, and the songs became repressed.

"If it really reappears yesterday -"

The white deer closed his eyes, and the puffy eyelids showed a beautiful illusion. The boy resisted tears and muttered, "How much better."

"what did you say?"

Golden Tooth Old Avenue, "Little Ghost, what do you say ‘How good?’

"I said that if time can go backwards, it can be reproduced yesterday, so how good."

Somehow, the white deer's heart rises unstoppable, and will not reveal his identity and bite his teeth. "In that case, maybe we can stop the outbreak of the thermonuclear war and make the world a better place!"

When this statement came out, the golden tooth boss laughed first.

"Innocent little devil, do you think that it is a 'nuclear weapon' that makes the world like this, and if you go back to the past and stop the full-scale thermonuclear war, everything will be fine?"

The white deer is slightly stunned.

"Is not it?"

"No."

The golden tooth boss said faintly, "Nuclear weapons are ultimately made by human beings and controlled by people. Therefore, it is not nuclear weapons that truly destroy everything, but human beings. There are 10,000 ways for human beings to destroy themselves, even if you can go back to the past and correct them. One mistake, how to correct the remaining nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine?"

"This--"

The white deer has nothing to say, but the impulse of the bottom of the heart is getting more and more prosperous and reluctant. "Since you can go back to the past to correct a mistake, you can naturally repeat 10,000 times and correct all 10,000 mistakes. Let this wasteland change back. Originally rich and colorful farm!"

"what!"

The golden tooth boss smiled and stopped talking.

"Hey!"

Wan Zhai also laughed, shrank his head and concentrated on driving.

The white deer asked for a boring, and felt that he was lifting the bar. Sorry to talk again, re-shouldered the thin body and listened to the song with all his heart.

No one spoke in the car for a while.

Only the pale gold classic melody continues to reverberate:

"Review the scene of the past, the past

When you are not good, you can’t go back.

Everything is gone, I want to sing to them.

That first love song, I have to remember every lyric

Those familiar melody still touch my heart

Time barriers are gone, every note of each melody is still shining

Every charming syllable, it’s ringing again, how wonderful it feels

All the most beautiful memories, clearly reappearing

Some even told me to cry, just like before, yesterday...and reappear..."