On the 16th of August, Laos said to his son, “Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
Little Ro said, “Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
They filled Toyota Helax’s tank with four 55 gallons of oil, fixed it in the container and poured 150 gallons of clean water into the self-made tank. The rest of the food was in the top of the car, and Lou threw the last peach can into the cab and said, “Do you have any more pepper?” I’m sorry.
Little Rhothar: No. I’m sorry.
Old Rowe said, “That’s it. I’m sorry.
He tied the rain-proof cloth to the cargo container with a 4 wire and jumped on the driver’s seat with a shotgun. The back seat is packed with paper bags in the Trader Joe’s grocery store, with toilet paper, bullets, cigarettes, bacon, oil and mini’s superhero dolls. Under the seat are shovels, wash basins, warm bottles, electric canteens, tents and bedding.
Look at the trigger and tell me, “Let’s go as we used to, go to the gutter and turn around.” I’m sorry.
He started the car. You looked at the map, Moe fell asleep. I’m sorry.
The Toyota car drove up the street, and Roh looked back at the house, which had been broken and repaired for two years, inevitably with some emotion. As soon as he arrived in Kansas, Rowe picked up this house, a large number of houses in Fairfield that had yet to collapse, while Rowe had a special interest in white walls and round attic windows.
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The wheel ran over an open yellow rose. The north-east road in the town was largely destroyed and turned into a natural flower garden, where they hit a wild deer seven months ago and then hunted successive rabbits, and Luo found some cylindrical branches, set up a shed in the backyard and baked one or two infinity.
He said it was the best thing he’d ever eaten in his life, and he thought he’d never seen it before and probably never saw it again.
The world has been destroyed for three years, and they are used to it.
In the first place, some people had been able to talk to him in the English language, where he used to talk to him, and asked him for a cup of tea with bamboo leaves, saying that he was a medium-school cook working in Vegas, and that the old-year restaurant went off to Colorado to take his son to the Sunflower Mountain, and saw a news report, a flying boat or a rock or something in the Pacific Ocean and stopped there. Climbing to the top of the mountain, suddenly the sky breaks, the mountain rises and falls, the sea rises and falls, the wind rains, the lightning thunders, and a few days later comes down, and it’s over, and we don’t know what’s going on.
Those people also say they don’t know what’s going on, some run inland from Washington and New York, and some think of Florida for luck, all full of panic and fog, and all with their own excitement and hard work. After their tea, they pack up and go on their way, and Lou doesn’t want to move, he’s looking for something to eat in Fairfield, he’s eating wood, he’s cooking, he’s eating, he’s eating.
It’s a day of ghosts, it’s raining, it’s snow, it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining, it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s blowing half the roof off, it’s hailing the next day.
Later, fewer and fewer people met, and since this year, no one has been alive and no one knows where they are. He’s got a lot of time to talk to Rowe every day, play chess, and he can see it in his son’s eyes. He’s got hundreds of plates out of the DVD store. He’s almost finished. He’s tired of the game he’s got back. Old Lo knows, he’ll have to go crazy one day.
One day Luo broke open the door to a Chinese supermarket, looking for a calendar from a few years ago, looking at the Chinese word on it, and suddenly he got a vibe. And as soon as we got home, we said to Little Ro, “Let’s go home. I’m sorry.
“You’ve been poking at home. I’m sorry.
“Look at this red circle.” I’m sorry.
New Year’s?
New Year’s. I’m sorry.
“What does that mean? I’m sorry.
“What do you mean, go home and spend the year?” I’m sorry.
Once I think about it, I burn my heart like a stove, it’s hot and it hurts.
The old man’s home was in the south village of Sichuan, the town of Changhai, where he left home to work in Chengdu at the age of 16, married a daughter-in-law of Guizhou at the age of 20, divorced at the age of 30, moved with her children abroad, came out of the country for a long time, and had little thought of his old parents and fled to Kansas to live in the white house for a week, when he suddenly remembered his parents and cried hard at night.
The idea of coming home after New Year’s Eve was very strange, and when Roo was two years old, he came home once and thought that there was little memory, and he himself occasionally remembered the old house by the lake and smelled the smell of garlic-cooked yellow bucket fish, which was a veil in the middle.
But three years after the destruction of the world, the idea of coming home for a new year is rising.
“Where are you from? I’m sorry.
Old Rhota: “The sea of Xichang. I’m sorry.
“Where is that?”
“China. I’m sorry.
“How far?”
“It’s a long way. I’m sorry.
Can you walk?
“Of course I can. I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s a go. I’m sorry.
A week later, on 16 August, they were on their way home in a Toyota car.
The GPS had no signal, and Rowe was wiping his mobile map and pointing pins to guide him to the edge of the town and headed east along a ditch that had engulfed half of the town. They’ve never left Fairfield in three years, and old Lo is a little empty and filled with something, just like when he first arrived in the United States.
The road, full of grass, bends forward and disappears on the edge of the cliff, which deepens and becomes a canyon. The car was shaky on the grass and rocks and, in the fear that the roads would be difficult to walk, the old Roh had to hang high and put on 22 inches of cross-country tyres.
“That’s it, keep going. “It’s not too late to use the excitement of the young man, and his mouth is full.
“Roy, if we don’t make it home or back to America, are you afraid? I’m sorry.
“Fear a hammer. I’m sorry.
“Not at all?
“I’m sleepy, I’m sleepy. I’m sorry.
Nine-year-olds leaned on a cortex seat and quickly snored. In a car that focused on avoiding rocks and shrubs, there was a tumble of groceries in the back seat, and he feared that the oil drums in the container would fall down and look back from time to time. For some time, the canyon began to shrink, the ground in the front was shattered, like a pepper salt pretzel with a foot on it, and Roh had to go around the area in a circle southward.
When he was feeling hungry, he was on a very good road, with rusty signs in the direction of St. Louis, a place where he had no idea. Another hour and a half, the collapse of the bridge blocked the road, and Luo drove down the road, passing through a half-dead pine forest and seeing the city ‘ s contours.
St. Louis, a low, grey and white ruin, appeared to have been hit by fire more than once, and Roh had a few car horns and received no response.
“Have you come to your home yet? I’m sorry.
Old Rhoda: Soon. I’m sorry.
All day long, no one was touched. In the evening, the road became very bad, and the earth folded like an eggcake, and it was almost impossible to find a way through. The old man tried to climb up a wrinkle and, even though he was using a low-speed four-wheeler to move slowly, he stomped to the sub-engine pads, fortunately without injury.
“Han, this is Chicago. I’m sorry.
He tried to see a few lights in the blue sky, but didn’t gain, and turned his head north until he was exhausted. The car was parked by the side of the road, he filled the tank with oil, set up his tent and had a lunch canned, a bottle of sports drinks and two pancakes with fried eggs.
He played a game for a while and asked, “Why can’t he see people?” I’m sorry.
When he came up with the answer, he fell asleep in a tent.
“Because everyone is on their way home. “The old Lo whispered.
The next day, there was a heavy rain, the windshield was white, and it took only 30 miles a morning. At 2 p.m., the sky suddenly clears and the sun warms up with mud all over the mountains, and Toyota vehicles continue to run north-east. On average, driving for 10 hours a day, Lou thinks he’s holding up, he acts like he’s tired, always napping, fortunately, the car’s sound can connect his cell phone, and they’ve heard the songs on his player dozens of times, but since the Internet disappeared, the iTunes can’t connect anymore, they become important.
While the car was crossing the borders of the United States of America, Roh was following the music huming Leonard Cohen’s Suzanne, although he liked the legends of the sword and the Phoenix more than half of what he understood.
“Hang, there’s a card, and it says the border is here.” I’m sorry.
From Detroit, they left the station, where, according to the map, Lake Ely and Lake Ontario of the Great Lakes should be seen along the road, but only loose soil and soot on the way, with virtually no plants, let alone water.
Old Ro said, “I can’t stand it, I’m scared. Nothing’s right. I’m sorry.
She said, “I’m not afraid of anything. I’m sorry.
As Toyota drove all the way to the northeast, the temperature fell, and the father and the son turned over their coats, and the old man helped his son to fix the dress, put his vest in his pants and put his pants in his socks. On the fifteenth day, they crossed Quebec to Newtuck, the edge of the North American continent. The temperature is around 5 degrees, the land is not yet frozen, there is a trail of brushing on the land, and the wheels can easily sink into soft sand.
According to the map, the front should be 250 miles wide in the Strait of Davis, which Roh had seen in the map manual that it would freeze in the winter, and wanted to move beyond the ice, but there was only an endless grey, green sand field outside the windshield, where the ocean was not seen.
“What’s wrong with you? “The old Lo is wrinkled.
“No, I just saw Newtuck and Orachivik. I’m sorry.
The old Lodge stood in the way of a long, slow slope, moving eastward in the dust of the sky, an hour, two hours before the sea came, and he finally turned south, 40 miles later, a line of blue appeared on the horizon and the sea arrived. According to the location of the map, they are now in the middle of the Strait of Davis, at a depth of 2,000 metres.
The father and son had studied the map for a long time, and Rowe had drawn two lines with a pen, linking the North American continent and Greenland across the Strait. “I don’t think we’re wrong. It’s a way out. I’m sorry.
“Show the Dragons.” Is the road gonna grow? I’m sorry.
Having said that, he drove east, as his son had told him, and had indeed reached Greenland without hindrance.
The town known as Gothhob did not see the original look, but only the foundations of a building. The more he became confused and confused about what was going on in the world, the less true he was, the more he moved on.
They crossed Greenland from the south end. It is unbearable to grow in the middle of the day, with only a few moments in the night, and the old Luo driving at noon every day, when it is supposed to reach the eastern edge of Greenland, once again sees the continent stretching out, falling down like a ladder, without a trace of sea water.
He carefully lowered the steep slopes and let the wheels slide in a large number of sands. The bottom of the slope was flat, he was walking around a strange white rock, and the next day he began climbing up the mountain, and after climbing up to the peak, he realized that the peak was very flat and that the broken roads led them into the city. In the empty ruins of the city, Roh found himself standing in the centre of Reykjavik: they reached Iceland.
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She said, “Fuck you. I’m sorry.
He said: “No scolding. I’m sorry.
Through Iceland, they see the sea, which is a little bit blue, and it’s not weird. On the east side of Iceland, there is still a wide land bridge stretching forward, and the old man drives down a slow slope, walking between the rocks, the salt and the water pits, and suddenly the young man says, “Look, old man.” I’m sorry.
The car passed through a high mountain of snow white with sharp tippings, and the two men sewped their eyes and looked at the tattered sun from the tip of the hill. It wasn’t until 10 miles after the Toyota car got out that old Ro had the shock of a whale.
And he said to Xiao Lu, “The sea is still, and the water is missing dozens and hundreds of metres. I’m sorry.
The child replied, “Where is everybody? I’m sorry.
Old Lo thought about it and decided to pretend he didn’t hear it.
They spent two days on a very steep ridge that had to go around the edge of the land bridge, barely crawling from the flatest of the land, and the car hit on the chassis, and the tire blew up one, with only two spares, a new one, a new one, a bitter, salty one, and the world’s eyes.
It’s another two days’ journey, and they’re listening to the punk Ame’s song to climb up the slope to Norway.
Oslo is one of the less damaged cities, where they found a supermarket outside of the city, where they made a little rest, and Roh did not find food and water, but got 100 gallons of gasoline from a scrap car. They did not enter the city and proceeded to the east the next day, reaching Stockholm in the evening.
Rocco saw a deer running through the light, pulling up a Remington shotgun, firing three shots, missing the deer, throwing a piece of slab of steel on the wings, holding the steering wheel in his left hand and slapping him hard in his right hand. At that point, the city suddenly received shots in its direction, which seemed to have been responded to by the initial surprise of Roh, the thought of driving around the airport and leaving the Swedish capital.
They walk, stop, and they still don’t talk to anyone. Shortly after entering Russian territory, the car finally broke down, and Luo went under the car for half a day, holding frozen hands and opening his mouth full of oil, saying, “It’s a total bad ball. I’m sorry.
“There’s another car. I’m sorry.
They changed a Russian car that didn’t know the signs and went on. The car fell on paint, the windshield was broken, there was a big hole in the co-pilot’s seat, Roh filled the glass with a cardboard box, put his seat in a cotton coat, put a bucket in the back seat, opened the hood of the machine, removed the oil and filtrated cores, poured gasoline oil, took a bottle and hit the fire once.
The cold is getting colder and the roads are running out of time, and Russia appears to have been hit by a more severe earthquake. It is difficult to see complete buildings and to find less and less food. Fortunately, after snowing, Lou stopped worrying about drinking water, shoveling a pelt of snow and cooking wood is water, drinking hot water and warming his body.
At the border between Russia and Kazakhstan, Roh was in a car accident, and he fell asleep in his car, hit a tree and hit a big bag on his head. The car was not so bad, there was a leak in the rubber tube of the water tank, and Lou was covering his head, and he was stuck in a tape and plastic bag.
Since then, the driving has been more careful, slowly passing through Kazakhstan, moving east along the new hideaway road, without seeing anyone. The road was washed away by water and could never pass. He decided to walk with him.
They were wearing the thickest clothes, carrying their luggage, walking hand in hand at Mount Zongra, and Roh asked, “Where are we going?” We’re alive. There’s a lot of people alive? I’m sorry.
Old Rolda: There must be a lot of people alive, but the world is too big for everyone else. I’m sorry.
It took them 20 days to go up to Riang, to go up to S215 to Kowloon County, to count the old days, and soon to pass the New Year, and they said, “Before there, we’ll be at Saichang, we’ll be at Xichang, we’ll be at Xichang.” I’m sorry.
“Go home for the New Year and firecrackers.” I’m sorry.
“You know a hammer firecracker.” I’m sorry.
They climbed a mountain.
He said, “Before the mountain is turned over, we will see the city below its foothold, and we will be home.” I’m sorry.
“Go home for a New Year and eat a piece of meat.” I’m sorry.
“You know a hammer full of meat.” I’m sorry.
They climbed to the top of the mountain.
“Have you come to your home? I’m sorry.
Lou didn’t talk.
They stood at the top of the mountain and looked down at the sea. The blue sea covers the fog, and occasionally shows a white-born tip of the mountain, with clouds and smokes floating far away, and cannot see how wide the sea is, but Roh knows that their home is beneath it.
“This is the sea of the sea.” I’m sorry.
Pounce. The package on Roh’s back fell off. He said, “Don’t go, eat.” I’m sorry.
He lifts up the alcohol stove, grabs the snow and wipes his face off, shovels a snowbath, boils water with fire, cooks rice, finds the last piece of bacon, cuts a piece of it with a small knife, codes it on the rice, opens the remaining cans of the bag, squeezing, and turns on the stoves with a small jar. As soon as the rice was ripe and the scent came out, it was not so cold. I’m sorry.
The father and the son both had a bowl of gravy, grunting into their mouths.
“Good New Year!” I’m sorry.
Old Lo lay down his bowl and watch the sea below the mountain. The water on the road came here, flooding Sichuan in half.
It’s a water that’s tens of metres deep, hundreds of metres deep, and that’s where it’s under the water a few hundred metres deep, and I’ll never see again in my life.
His throat was groaning, and he swallowed a fragrance of hot meat, and he said, “Oh, yes, this is the sea.” I’m sorry.
“What about home? I’m sorry.
Old Lo didn’t answer, saying, “Good New Year.” I’m sorry.
And Xiao Luo said, “That’s good!”
The sea still squirms at that time.
News: … Unidentified flying objects point to the east of the Japanese sea, which is of great mass, and whose suspense is completely contrary to known physical laws, and whose volume exceeds all the high-density materials available to humans, a visible rise of a sea-level cone, and the rapid rise of the Pacific water level with gravitational force. In the coming days of the new year, we must inform you with regret that the unknown flying object is a disaster, a tsunami, an earthquake and ecological extinction, and that the face of the Earth is about to be recast. Why? What? What do we do? None of the questions can be answered…
The end–
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
