It''s a portable speaker with dry batteries.
Music is one of the few entertainments of the demons in the bloody wasteland.
Especially those who are addicted to stimulant drugs like to play crazy rock music when they fight, gamble or vent their original lust.
Golden tooth boss pressed the play button, and the sound of crying and Howling came from the speaker.
Bai Xiaolu and WAN Zang Hai have some headaches.
Gold teeth boss turned his mouth, pulled out the player inserted in the speaker, crushed it, threw it out of the window, and got involved in the sandstorm.
He carefully took out his own player from his heart and put it in. Melodious old songs suddenly reverberated in the sultry carriage, bringing a bit of coolness.
"In paradise West Virginia
There are the Blue Ridge Mountains and the xiananduoa river
The life there is far away, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like the breeze
Country road, take me home, there is my home
West Virginia, mother Dashan
Country road, take me home
Of course, it''s this song, the favorite of golden tooth, the battle song of Citigroup.
Golden tooth squints, smiles, shakes his head and sings along.
To be honest, in the bloody battlefield, in the vast area of wind and sand, his rough voice is not too hard to hear. He can sing this country music in a different way.
But in the narrow and sultry carriage, when the nerves of boys and teenagers are highly nervous, there is not much difference between his singing and the heavy metal crying and Howling just now.
"Rural road"
The golden tooth growls, his big butt squeaks the seat, and occasionally slaps the white deer or wanzang sea on the shoulder - depending on who''s driving, "take me home!"
Boys and teenagers looked at each other, in each other''s eyebrows and eyes to see the "dare to anger do not dare to speak" flavor.
No, even "angry" dare not angry, can only shrink neck, accompany smiling face, even want to accompany gold tooth boss sing together.
"Sing, why don''t you sing along? It''s the best music in the world!"
Golden tooth scratched the wound happily, "West Virginia, mountain mother, country road, take me home!"
"West Virginia... Mother mountain... Country road... Take me home..."
The boy and the young man reluctantly agreed.
After listening to it again and again, they were forced to sing along with the "obscene power" of boss Jinya. On one side and on the other, their ears were bleeding and their voice was bleeding. When boss Jinya finally let them go and changed a song.
The melody of this song is more melodious and soft. The female voice with a slightly hoarse flavor is like the reluctant sunshine at dusk. It''s totally different from the country song just now, and attracts Bai Xiaolu at once.
The boy fidgeted and wanted to ask the name of the song.
However, he realized that the preservation of pre war culture in underground cities is certainly better than that on the ground. As a "underground people", maybe he should know such a moving melody. There is no need to ask, but it is a flaw.
The golden tooth boss seemed to see through his mind and said: "this song is called" yesterday once more "-- yesterday reappear. It''s also very nice. Have you heard it in the underground city?"
"I''ve heard that."
Sure enough, Wan Zang Haidao said, "these classic English songs have been taught even in our" alliance "schools, but they are old songs decades ago, and now there are few people..."
He stopped in time.
Bai Xiaolu didn''t know what to say, but curled up in the middle of the guns and ammunition in the back seat, quietly feeling the ancient and warm music of decades ago, flowing slowly.
"When I was young, I liked to listen to the radio
Waiting for my favorite song
How happy I am when I listen and sing
How happy the old days were
In a flash, I don''t know where I lost
Now they''re back
My beloved old song is like the reunion of a lost old friend
Every melody, every note, still shining
Every enchanting syllable rings again
It''s so wonderful to sing that part of the past
He broke her heart and burst into tears
Just like before, yesterday reappeared again... "
Bai Xiaolu sings in a low voice. At the beginning, he stammers a little and can only hum along. But when he sings "yesterday once more", he can 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 fruit orchards, and dozens of wineries producing the best wine on this continent. No, the best wine on this planet."
King Ya put his arms on the window, put his feet up comfortably, squinted at the sand, Gobi and battlefield debris outside the window, and said to the two little ghosts, "at that time, when the fruit is ripe, it will become a colorful land, like an oil painting, sending out all kinds of charming fragrance, If you don''t drink, you''ll get drunk.
"Apples, pears, sugar cane, corn, tomatoes, potatoes - everything you can think of or can''t think of can be used to make wine. Of course, wine is the best. Do you know how to make wine at that time?"
The wasteland overlord turned his big head around and looked at the white deer.
Bai Xiaolu shook his head and said honestly, "I don''t know."
It has been a long time since the grapes grew on the wasteland. In other words, when white deer came to this world, they had never seen any real grapes. Occasionally, they found some wild grapes hanging next to the thorn bush of seabuckthorn. They were bitter and astringent, like small thorn balls, and they could not enter.
"We... People harvest grapes that are red, purple, fragrant and sweet, and pour them into a large grape pool. Then the most beautiful girls in the area will take off their shoes and socks, jump in and step on them with their feet to make all the grapes into juice. This is the best grape juice."
"Believe me, the wine made in that way is the best drink in the world. Those girls also have the most beautiful feet in the world. They are the best girls you can find in the world. It''s worth you to give everything, really, to give everything... Get her and protect her.
"Look, there is the remains of the most famous winery at that time. Do you see that big barrel?"
Bai Xiaolu and Wan zanghai look out of the window together.
Only see the sky of red sand, melting tanks, twisted infantry combat vehicles, fragmented power armour, and piles of struggling bones.
However, under the reflection of the bloody setting sun, there really seems to be a vague outline in the sand, and a seven or eight meter high wooden bucket - of course, it can''t really be a "wooden bucket". It''s estimated that it''s something like a barn. It''s packaged as a wooden bucket and becomes the brand of the winery.
"At that time, the girls were in front of the winery, walking on the grape juice hand in hand, laughing and sometimes singing. I remember a girl who could sing a lot of songs, including the old songs that were out of date at that time, the songs that our generation''s parents would sing, such as" take me home, country road "or" yesterday once more ", I like singing too. All the young men are crazy about her. "
Golden tooth sighed, his head sank into the pillow and murmured, "it''s all over, the good old days are gone, the wine, the music and the girls."
The red awn in Yi''s eyes keeps expanding and shrinking, and it seems to flicker. There is a slight "creak" sound from the deep of the golden tooth boss''s skull, which is like an old tape, turning back and forth.
Bai Xiaolu looked at the dust outside the window, the dilapidated winery in the dust, and the large wooden barrel full of holes.
He had never seen the grapes and other fruits mentioned by the golden tooth boss, nor the good girls with white teeth, golden hair and honey skin.
But he can imagine.
He thought of his sister.
If only there were no war.
If there is no war, no radiation, no acid rain, no mutated beasts and the invasion of bandits, if this is still a vast and fertile farm, maybe my sister will become the most beautiful girl in the world, bouncing on the sweet grapes, laughing and singing freely - how she loves singing, just like a Lark in a fairy tale.
It''s not like this. I have a fever for three days. When I''m weak, I can''t even walk. My singing becomes a suppressed groan.
"If yesterday really does reappear --"
White Deer closed his eyes, puffy eyelids showed a beautiful illusion, the boy forbeared tears, murmured, "that''s good."
"What did you say?"
Golden tooth old road, "kid, what do you say ''how good''
"I said, if only time could go back and yesterday could reappear."
Somehow, Bai Xiaolu felt an irresistible surge in his heart. Regardless of whether he would expose his identity, he gritted his teeth and said, "in that case, maybe we can stop the outbreak of the thermonuclear war and make the world a better place!"
As soon as he said that, the golden tooth first laughed.
"Naive kid, do you think it''s'' nuclear weapons'' that have made the world like this? As long as you go back to the past and prevent a total thermonuclear war, everything will be fine?"
The white deer was slightly stunned.
"Isn''t it?"
"No
Gold teeth boss light way, "nuclear weapons are ultimately made by human beings, controlled by people, so the real destruction of everything is not nuclear weapons, but human beings themselves, human beings have 10000 ways to destroy themselves, even if you can go back to the past, correct one of the mistakes, how to correct the remaining 9999?"
"This --"
Bai Xiaolu had nothing to say, but the impulse in his heart became more and more intense. He said stubbornly, "since you can go back to the past and correct a mistake, you can naturally repeat it ten thousand times and correct all ten thousand mistakes, so that this wasteland can become a rich and colorful farm."
"Ha
Gold tooth old laugh, no longer speak.
"Chi!"
Wan Zang Hai also laughed, shrinking his head and concentrating on driving.
Bai Xiaolu was not amused. He also felt that he was raising the bar. He was embarrassed to talk again. He curled up his thin body again and listened to the song wholeheartedly.
There was no one talking in the car for a moment.
Only the classic melody of pale gold reverberates continuously:
"Looking back on the past
If the good times are not gone, how can they not hurt people
It''s all gone. I''d like to sing to them
That love song, I want to remember every lyric
Those familiar melodies still touch my heart
Every melody, every note, is still shining
It''s wonderful to hear every charming syllable again
All the most beautiful memories reappear clearly
Some even made me cry, just like before, yesterday... Reappeared again... "