It was a portable speaker that used dry batteries.
Music is one of the few entertainments for the demons in the Blood Wasteland.
Especially those demons who have taken stimulant drugs like to play crazy rock music to cheer them up when they are fighting, gambling or venting their primitive animal desires.
Boss Jinya pressed the play button, and the metallic sound of howling ghosts and wolves suddenly came from the speakers.
Bai Xiaolu and Wan Zanghai both had headaches.
The golden-toothed boss curled his lips, pulled out the player plugged into the speaker, crushed it into pieces, and threw it out the window, getting caught in the wind and sand.
He carefully took out his player from his heart and plugged it in.
The melodious old songs immediately echoed in the stuffy car, bringing a bit of coolness.
“In heavenly West Virginia There are the Blue Ridge Mountains, the Shanando River The creatures there are far away, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like the breeze Country road, take me home, that is my destination West Virginia, Mountain Mom Country roads, take me home!
" Of course it’s this song, Gold Tooth’s favorite, the fight song of the Citigroup Gang.
Boss Jinya narrowed his eyes and smiled, shook his head, and started singing along.
To be honest, on the bloody battlefield, in the vast area where the wind and sand are howling, his rough voice is not too unpleasant, and it can give this country music a different flavor.
But in the small and hot compartment, when the nerves of boys and teenagers were highly tense, his singing voice was not much different from the heavy metal howl just now.
"Country Road——" The golden-toothed boss roared, his fat ass crushing the seat so that it creaked, and from time to time he would slap Bai Xiaolu or Wan Zanghai on the shoulder - depending on who was driving, "Take me back Home!"
The boy and the young man looked at each other, and they could see the "dare to be angry but dare not speak" flavor in each other's eyebrows.
No, he didn't even dare to be "angry", so he could only shrink his neck, smile with his face, and even sing with the golden-toothed boss.
"Sing, why don't you sing along?
This is the best music in the world!"
The boss with golden teeth happily scratched the itch of the wound, "West Virginia, Mountain Mother, Country Road, take me home!"
"West Virginia...Big Mountain Mama...Country Roads...Take Me Home..."
The boy and the boy reluctantly responded.
They listened to it over and over again, and were forced to sing along again and again due to the "obscene power" of Boss Jinya.
When their ears almost started to bleed from hearing it and their throats almost started to bleed from singing, Boss Jinya 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 reluctant sunshine at dusk.
It is completely different from the country song just now, and Bai Xiaolu was attracted to it immediately.
The boy was restless and wanted to ask the golden tooth boss the name of the song.
But he realized that the preservation of pre-war culture in underground cities must be better than that on the surface.
As an "underground tribe", he should probably know such a moving melody.
There was no need to ask, as asking would be a flaw.
Boss Jin Ya seemed to have read through his thoughts and took the initiative to say: "This song is called "Yesterday More" - "Yesterday Again".
It is also very good.
Have you heard it in the underground city?"
"I've heard of it."
Sure enough, Manzang Kaidou said, "These classic English songs are taught even in our 'alliance' schools, but they are all old songs from decades ago, and not many people use them now..."
He stopped talking just in time.
Bai Xiaolu didn't know what to say.
He just huddled among the guns and ammunition in the back seat, quietly feeling the ancient and warm music from decades ago flowing slowly.
"When I was young, I loved listening to the radio waiting for my favorite song Listening to it and singing makes me feel happy What a happy old time The moment has disappeared, I don’t know where it is lost Now they reappear My beloved old songs are like lost friends reunited Every melody and every note still shines Every charming syllable sounds again How wonderful it feels to sing about that past event He crushed her heart into pieces, tears bursting from her eyes.
Just like before, yesterday happened again..."
Bai Xiaolu sang softly, stuttering a little at first and could only hum along, but by the time he sang "Yesterday More", he could already keep up with the rhythm and feel the warmth, regret and hope contained in the song.
“Before the nuclear war, this place used to be a plantation, with the best vineyards and various fruit orchards, as well as dozens of wineries in large areas, producing the best wine on this continent, no, on this planet. " Boss Jinya put his arm on the car window and crossed his legs comfortably.
He narrowed his red prosthetic eyes and looked at the windy sand, desert and battlefield debris outside the window.
As if by mistake, he said to the two little ghosts, "At that time, every day When the fruit matures, this place will become a colorful land like an oil painting, exuding all kinds of charming fragrances.
When outsiders come here, they will be drunk even if they don't drink.
"Apples, pears, sugar cane, corn, tomatoes, potatoes - everything you can think of and everything you can't imagine can be used to make wine.
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Of course, the best thing is wine.
Do you know how to make wine back then?"
The wasteland overlord turned Douda's head and looked at Bai Xiaolu.
Bai Xiaolu shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."
Grapes have not grown in the wasteland for a long time.
In other words, Bai Xiaolu has never seen real grapes since he came to this world.
Occasionally, he found a few wild grapes next to the seabuckthorn bushes.
They were all bitter and astringent, like individual grapes.
The little prickly ball cannot enter the mouth.
"We... people harvest the red, purple, fragrant and sweet grapes from Dagada Dagai and pour them into a large grape pond.
Then the most beautiful local girls will take off their shoes and socks, jump in and use Their feet stamped hard and crushed all the grapes into juice.
This is the best grape juice.”
Boss Jinya said cheerfully, "Believe me, the wine produced by pressing like that is the most delicious thing in the world.
Those girls also have the most beautiful feet in the world.
They are the most beautiful people you can find in the world."
A good girl deserves you to risk everything, really, risk everything to get her and protect her.
"Look, there are the remains of the most famous winery at that time.
Do you see that big wooden barrel?"
Bai Xiaolu and Wan Zanghai looked out the window together.
All he saw was a sky filled with red sand, melted tanks, twisted infantry fighting vehicles, shattered power armor, and piles of struggling bones.
However, under the reflection of the bloody setting sun, a vague outline seemed to appear in the depths of the wind and sand, and a large wooden barrel seven or eight meters high - of course it could not really be a "barrel", it was probably a barn or something like that.
The stuff was packed into wooden barrels and became the signature of the winery.
"At that time, girls were standing in front of the winery, holding hands and stamping on grape juice, laughing while stamping, and sometimes singing.
I remember one girl who could sing many, many songs, including old songs that were already outdated at the time. , she can sing all the songs that the fathers of our generation can sing, such as "Take Me Home, Try Road" or "Yesterday More", and all the boys are crazy about her. " The golden-toothed boss sighed softly, his head sunk deeply into the headrest, and murmured, "It's all over.
Those good old days are gone, those wines, music and girls."
The red light in Yi's eyes continued to expand and contract, appearing to flicker, and a slight "squeaking" sound came from deep in Jinya Boss's head, like an ancient tape that was constantly rewinding.
Bai Xiaolu looked at the dust outside the car window, the dilapidated winery and the large wooden barrels full of holes in the dust.
He has never seen the grapes and other fruits that Boss Jinya mentioned, nor has he seen those good girls with snow-white teeth, golden hair, and skin like honey.
But he could imagine.
He thought of his sister.
It would be nice if there was no war.
If there had been no war, no radiation, no acid rain, no invasion by mutated beasts and ruthless bandits, if this was still a vast and fertile farm, maybe my sister would have become the most beautiful girl in the world, jumping around on the piles of sweet grapes.
While laughing, she sang freely - how much she loved singing, just like the lark in the fairy tale.
Instead of being like now, having a fever every three days, unable to walk when weak, and singing turned into suppressed moans.
"If yesterday could happen again -" Bai Xiaolu closed his eyes, and a beautiful illusion appeared on his swollen eyelids.
The boy held back tears and murmured, "That would be great."
"What did you say?"
Jinya Laodao said, "Kid, what do you mean by 'how good'?"
"I said, it would be great if we could turn back time and recreate yesterday."
For some reason, Bai Xiaolu felt an uncontrollable feeling in his heart.
Regardless of whether his identity would be exposed, he gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, maybe we can prevent the outbreak of thermonuclear war and make the world a better place!"
As soon as he said this, Boss Jinya laughed first.
"Naive kid, do you think that 'nuclear weapons' made the world this way?
As long as you go back to the past and prevent a full-scale thermonuclear war, everything will be fine?"
Bai Xiaolu was slightly startled.
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"Isn't it?"
"no."
Boss Jinya said calmly, "Nuclear weapons are ultimately made and controlled by humans, so what really destroys everything is not nuclear weapons, but humans themselves.
There are ten thousand ways humans can destroy themselves.
Even if you can go back to the past and correct them.
How can one correct the other nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine?”
"this--" Bai Xiaolu had nothing to say, but the impulse in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.
He said stubbornly, "Since you can go back to the past and correct one mistake, you can repeat it ten thousand times, correct all ten thousand mistakes, and turn this wasteland back into the past."
What a colorful farm!”
"ha!"
Jinya Lao laughed and stopped talking.
"Chi!"
Wan Zanghai also laughed, shrank his head and concentrated on driving.
Bai Xiaolu felt bored and felt that he was making excuses.
He was too embarrassed to speak anymore, so he curled up his thin body again and concentrated on listening to the song.
No one spoke in the car for a while.
Only the pale golden classic melody keeps echoing: "Looking back at the scene back then, the past events are vividly If the good times are gone and never come back, how can they not make people sad?
Everything is gone, I would like to sing to them Those love songs, I want to remember every lyric Those familiar melodies still touch my heart The barriers of time disappear without a trace, every melody and every note still shines.
Every charming syllable sounds again, how wonderful it feels All the most beautiful memories are clearly reappeared in front of you Some even made me cry, just like before, yesterday... reappeared..."