As she got excited, Chen Xiaoxiang thought of a story told to her by a comrade. About the past events of some small shelters.
Before the war, not all shelters were domestically produced and run. The fact that war was inevitable could not be concealed in upper-class circles, so private shelters emerged as the times require. The characteristics of this type of protective shelter are that it can accommodate a small population, and its equipment and facilities are extremely complete and livable. Without competing for materials with key projects, the country has a tacit attitude toward such protection. After all, one more life is worth it. After the war, many private shelters persisted and successfully contacted Longshan. However, Longshan's attitude was that the shelters must be recovered and the personnel must return. Until now, the private protection institutes that are still in operation have been turned into research institutes due to their independence. The people who moved out have already been integrated into Longshan.
The story Chen Xiaoxiang wants to tell is an interesting anecdote that happened in the largest private shelter, the Daheishan Protection Center in Qingni.
"It's still early, please tell me quickly." Wang Xiaolin said expectantly.
There is an observatory on the top of the mountain. This is something that everyone in the Daheishan Protection Base knows. Some of them have gone in and played with the precision instruments left over from the old era that can look beyond the stars. They still know that these are called astronomical telescopes, and they also understand helplessly that the fate of these mirrors is to be blown by wind and rain. Hit and decay silently. In order to let the younger generations not only understand the black soil under their feet, but also respect the night sky above their heads. As a result, the Montenegrins transported almost all the star maps in the observatory back underground, which became the first lesson for elementary school children to learn about the world.
The observatory is silent and empty inside. After all, many years ago, the slightly useful machines were moved to the protective shelter, and the bulky ones were also taken away in pieces. As if to show a bit of respect, the steel door at the door remained intact and stood firmly. Even if it was rusted to the point of being riddled with holes, it would still stand. The screen wall inside the door was covered with vines, completely visible. It's not clear what is painted on it.
Montenegrins naturally know what the paintings on the wall look like, and they even know some terms that are indeed useless today. For example, low-Earth orbit, space station, and outer space. The vines on the screen wall also correspond to the increasingly blurred memories of generations of Montenegrins. The older generation said that the mural was taken from a space station, the "Moon Palace" of the old era. A new generation of survey teams reported that the painting was the Hubble Space Telescope. We argued for a long time about this, but no one was willing to really bother to lift the layer of vines and look at the painter with their own eyes. Because there is no need, under the Montenegro Observatory is the former site of a large university town. People believe that all the answers to the world are hidden there.
The Black Mountain Protection Center is built at the foot of the Black Mountain. It is said that in the old days, Montenegro was an extremely beautiful 5A-level scenic spot, which is why so many universities were built around it. The survey team walked among the ruins of various schools. Wherever they turned, they could always see the majestic and beautiful Black Mountain. This makes it easy to have an idea.
This mountain is so beautiful now that it is bare. If it were really covered with trees like before, how beautiful would it be?
This idea may never be realized. The radio clock in the shelter has been running for ninety-two years since it was turned on, and the radiation counter has not changed for ninety-two years. Montenegro, the university town at the foot and the observatory at the top have not changed for many years.
Those who are lucky and brave go to the surface, take a look, and then come back to tell the people below about the appearance of the sun, moon and stars. In a practical sense, no star will be embedded in the night sky forever, but from the current Montenegrin people From a philosophical perspective, they are eternal.
In the past, Montenegrins were very active in exploring the Old World. The ancestors who were born in the light knew that their destiny was to die in the darkness. Even though it was sad, it was bearable. However, it is impossible for the ancestors to endure the dark scene of their descendants being born in the darkness for generations. This kind of scene is sadder than dying in the darkness.
Nearly all of the Montenegrin ancestors were eventually buried on the surface, with cemeteries facing east. After the earliest generation passed away, the next generation continued to survey the earth's surface. They searched for ruins, built new sites, and paid homage to the tombs of their fathers. Many people spent their entire lives doing these simple things before they thought they had achieved success. The qualification to be buried beside my parents.
More Montenegrins choose to protect and maintain this hard-won small shelter. They widened the borders, built hydroponic farms in vast areas, and deployed power lines in large areas.
It is reasonable, so the Montenegrins have never suffered from hunger or cold. The supplies stored in the old era seem to be abundant enough to enable them to survive until the next millennium. Life continues peacefully underground, with schools, cinemas, gardens, apartments, and even a narrow underground river flowing through it.
Naturally, the people of Montenegro now take it for granted that their destiny lies underground. If the survey team had not occasionally visited the above-ground graves of their ancestors on Qingming Festival, a strange traditional festival, they would have almost completely forgotten them. Indeed comes the truth from the light.
When Montenegrin people walk on the road and look up, the holographic weather simulation system will evolve the trajectory of the stars. As a result, they have less and less reason to go to the surface of the earth, and their lives become more and more like... rocks without ideals.
"Teaching history makes people very boring, and learning history makes people very boring." Park Haizhen, a history teacher at the Daheishan Protection Station Young Citizen School, holds a pointer in her left hand and chalk in her right hand, writing quickly on the densely written blackboard. The female teacher thought so when she lowered her head to wipe away the chalk dust.
Park Haizhen has taught history all her life, and her whole person seems to have melted into history. It is extremely ancient, and the smell of chalk dust all over her body has also been brought into this literature and history class. Oh, the name was changed to the Literature and History Class this year, because the current Protection Station Management Committee finally noticed that this small place really doesn’t have good materials for people with talents to write good articles, and the prerequisite is that there are really "talented people." As a result, the Chinese class was merged with the history class, transformed into a literature and history class, and added to the national graduation examination.
The ceiling fan swayed very slowly, but luckily it was able to disperse the choking chalk dust. Park Haizhen coughed, and the slightly agitated class fell silent for an instant. She was very satisfied when she saw the group of boys and girls in uniforms sitting upright in front of her, but her old face was still tense, like paper. shell box.
Pu Haizhen picked up the teaching materials placed on the podium, flicked the pointer with her backhand, and knocked on the blackboard. With eyes like knives, she looked around the more than 30 students in the audience, wondering which lucky guy should be selected for the test.
"Ahem... um." Park Haizhen cleared her throat deliberately. The more she looked at the students in the audience, the more she felt that the boys looked like boys and the girls looked like girls. Of course this was nonsense, but she was a little confused about the differences between the eyes, noses and mouths of this group of people.
While Park Haizhen suspected that she had reached menopause, she suddenly shouted out her name in annoyance: "Zhang Wei!"
The lucky boy who was clicked stood up in a hurry, moved his neck uneasily, and did not dare to look at the class teacher. He just glanced at it and then lowered his head. Of course, Class Teacher Park didn't ask him to stand up and make him stand. Of course, if he gave the wrong answer or the answer was not qualified, he would be made to stand.
"In which year, month, day, time, and hour, did a nuclear war break out?" This is a required question for the graduation exam, and it is also a score-earning question. Park Haizhen did not make things difficult for this boy, but in her memory, this boy was a poor student who could not even get the marks, and he would definitely be assigned to be a cleaner next month.
Feeling the intimidating gaze of the head teacher, Zhang Wei wrung his hands and said hesitantly "March 2050..." and then became silent. He didn't have the guts to openly look for the answer in the book, so he had to steal it. He glanced at his neighbor, hoping to get a hint.
Unfortunately, the neighbors who were looking intently did not notice Zhang Wei's little move. So Zhang Wei unfortunately received the reprimand "Go and stand behind him!"
Park Haizhen's tone was cold and she added the answer: "Everyone must remember March 14, 2050 at 8:06! There is a question in the short-answer question where you must write down the time and reason at the same time, otherwise you will be given two less point!"
Glancing again at the classroom, which was so quiet that she would be startled if she dropped a pen, Park Haizhen lowered her head and opened the textbook. In fact, she had already memorized the entire textbook and couldn't get more familiar with it. Out of habit, she still did so, so , she had extra thoughts to think about whether a spoonful of sugar should be added to the mushroom and bacon stew on the stove, how long she should rest after eating before going to the square to take a place to dance, and whether the brat at home who also had to take an exam was there at the moment. Listen carefully to the class...
"Turn the book to page 107, History of Ancient Literature, cough~ Monitor, please briefly describe the content of "Water Margin"."
"Water Margin" is a very chivalrous masterpiece. Although it was banned by the feudal dynasty, maybe it was banned so more people wanted to read it. Eight centuries later, it still exists in every culture today.
On someone’s bookshelf. In particular, the Black Mountain Refuge Management Committee encourages the public to read classics. Because of the entrance examination, people love reading very much before the age of 18, if it can be called a love.
The graduating class monitor led by Park Haizhen is obviously the type who is forced to love, but it is undeniable that this girl with a ponytail has a solid Chinese language... ah no, she has a solid foundation in literature and history. She answered the question perfectly with concise words, so she was praised by the class teacher, who said that if everyone worked as hard as the class leader, they would all get an A in the graduation exam, and her face would be bright.
Class teacher Park's face glowed with radiance. The more she looked at the girl with the ponytail, the more pleasing she became. The round face and shallow dimples were very pleasing, and she was as pleasant as a willow. The main reason was that the students she taught by herself must be very special. obedient. According to some rumors, this girl Shujing, also named Shujing, is quite fond of her silly son. So if...
Class Teacher Park immediately raised his eyebrows and put on a friendly smiling face. He read the handout and pointed out which were the key test points, such as the collected works of previous management committees; Mountains and landforms of the old era.
The lecture lasted for a long time, lasting for an hour and a half. Park Haizhen couldn't stand any longer, so she sat down and continued the lecture. There wasn't much air circulation, and the smell of chalk dust couldn't be said to have really gone away. Everyone was feeling sleepy. Except for a few top students in the front row such as squad leader Shujing, those in the back row started to put up their books and pretended to study, but in fact they were dozing off. Until the classroom door suddenly knocked.
"Teacher Park, Teacher Park..." A bald man with a protruding belly knocked on the door. Park Haizhen knew it was the dean of the department from the voice, and thought to herself, isn't this old man also in class at the moment? What's the matter knocking on her door?
Department chairs generally have protruding bellies and bald heads. This was the case in the old era. In the new era, no department chair can escape this curse. This is similar to the reason why history teachers always give people the impression of seeing an old lady.
"Teacher Park, I can't control your child anymore!" As soon as Park Haizhen left the door, the head of the department said angrily. This man with a Mediterranean-like head was flushed all over his face, his forehead was shiny, and his saliva successfully splashed onto Park Haizhen's face.
Park Haizhen took a step back calmly, frowning as she thought about what trouble that brat Shen Sui had caused, to make the dean of the department who always admired him so much that he regarded him as his successor so angry? Thinking about Director Tang holding on to his belt, clenching his fists and panting, he looked like he had been wronged. Since he had been wronged, it would be hard to rely on his old age to protect him.
"Old Tang, please don't worry. What did Shen Sui do to offend you?" Pu Haizhen said sincerely, and at the same time shouted into the classroom: "Why are you looking around! Be quiet! Study by yourself!"
Director Tang laughed out loud, revealing a piece of composition paper he was holding in his hand, holding it and hanging it in front of Park Haizhen. He flicked the paper with his fingers and said, "First approve your master's masterpiece. Take a look." How should I approve it!"
The handwriting on the test question paper is slightly italicized. Any strokes that are not straight forward, such as hooks, strokes, and strokes, must be extended, and the horizontal and vertical lines are specially paused and emphasized. Xingkai means that it is definitely a good calligraphy.
There is also an essay requirement attached to the essay paper. It is very simple. In short, it is just one sentence: "What do you think of our history, what do you think of our world, and what do you think of your own future life plan."
This question is a big question that will never be changed in the final exam. Zhang Wei, who is so stupid that he can't remember the answer to the question, can definitely write it seriously, and get an absolutely high score.
So Park Hae-jin read her son's composition with doubts, and the first paragraph at the beginning was off-topic and praised.
"History itself is a real part of natural history, a real part of the process of nature becoming a human being. Therefore, people themselves, whether they are emperors, generals, traffickers, and soldiers, all form a part of history, and our history is It was written by the common people and the emperor, the butterfly and the breeze. Therefore, it does not matter whether it is an eternal achievement or mediocre and ordinary. When you breathe, you must know that every move has become a part of history. Therefore, we are It is history, and we are the history of the contemporary era. The self of the past can be the mirror of today."
Read on. Park Haizhen immediately frowned. Criticizing certain practices of the management committee in the article is something young students often do. This is harmless, but the yin and yang is strange.
It's wrong to be angry. This paragraph "For example, the clay sculpture minister in the Tutu Temple always glances condescendingly at the faithful men and women praying to God and worshiping Buddha, mistaking them for "good family members", but they don't know that the old anthology has written long ago that religion is a creature that is suppressed. Lament, and it is equivalent to the mood in a soulless state, is the emotion of the ruthless world, which is also the opium of the people. Such a simple truth, the gods and Buddhas must have secretly thought they were familiar with it, so they played with it. "This is very indecent, The people from the academic committee looked at it and said that they had no choice but to work as a cleaner for two years to regain their consciousness.
Park Haizhen read on anxiously, and when she reached the last paragraph where she talked about life plans, she became extremely angry. Her literary son was so arrogant that he even scolded his own mother.
"It is abominable to be like the old-fashioned people in school who take pleasure in teaching boring and useless knowledge. It is especially abominable to give advice across borders with useless experience. Therefore, I never want to be a worm and make a living. I want to yell, fuck the final exams, fuck the school, fuck the job placement, I want to be a free man, I want to find freedom!"
Park Haizhen tried hard to suppress her trembling hands, blushed, clenched her fists, and touched her chest. She felt angina. Shocked, Director Tang quickly supported the old history teacher who was about to retire.
"Where is my treacherous son? Call him over and I'll give him a hundred lashes!" Class Teacher Park gritted his teeth in a low voice, obviously very angry.
Director Tang hesitated when he heard the words, took a step back and said, "Shen Sui... classmates said that he disappeared after the first class. Could it be..."
Thinking of her son's recent unusual behavior, Park Haizhen's heart suddenly sank. If this kid dared to write such a curse, would he really have the courage to go to the surface, and would he really be a free man?
The Daheishan Protective Center cannot be said to be very cramped, but it certainly cannot be said to be very spacious. After all, the original purpose of this place was not to allow people to comfortably run a 42.195-kilometer marathon, but to enable people to live safely in the nuclear winter until the next century. Generally speaking, people who build a house will not live in the house they built. People who have just moved into a new house are happy and lucky. How can they express any objection?
However... even if it is an unconscious stone, it has been standing in the same place for more than ninety years, and grass will grow on the sides, and the old skin will be weathered. For a middle-aged woman like Park Hae-jin, who is almost fifty, her life trajectory has already been marked, and the boredom of her youth has turned into the sediment of time. However, there are always people who are young. Young people in Montenegro have never liked the cold earthworm farms, nor the glamor of water-based agriculture. No matter how ignorant Daibi is, he cannot put the date in a warehouse, and there are only a few parks. Even if you are lucky enough to find silence in the square, it will be broken by ballroom dancing ladies like Park Hae-jin after six o'clock.
Fortunately, the passionate turmoil of young people will only last a few months. The graduation exam for citizens will be followed by the annual general meeting of citizens. At that time, the management committee of the shelter will announce the allocation of work and deprive this group of over-energetic eighteen-year-old brats of free food. The rights of mushroom rice, from now on, only if you contribute your due strength to the defense can you be qualified to eat. Once you have to worry about making a living, many things will disappear, but the things in this old shelter will never disappear, such as maintenance, such as digging holes. If it doesn't work, you can just dig graves on the surface.
As a result, many smart young people have discovered that when their situation is between having a free meal and earning a living, there is no disadvantage. Therefore, some self-righteous people will deliberately make some tricks in order to compete for the square one day in the future. After losing the dance position, you can comfort your injured heart and tell everyone about your bravery.
Park Haizhen naturally couldn't remember the flying black hair in the wind when she was eighteen, but at this time, she was very sure that her now eighteen-year-old son had let himself go.
As the mother of a baby, Park Haizhen has raised a baby for eighteen years and is very aware of this little bastard's style of doing things. This essay paper full of ridicule will make the department chair extremely angry, and the academic committee will think that it has been openly provoked. The owner of the composition paper was thrown into cleaning public toilets. Then, when this person writes the last period, he is either preparing to face anger, or... fleeing from anger.
"Oh~ That's right, I almost forgot..." Park Haizhen said with a sullen face. She suddenly thought of another possibility, and the thought made her face darken as if it was going to rain. However, it would only rain if water vapor accumulated in the dome of the shelter to a certain extent and rain bombs were fired. And her mood was like this last time
So bad, it must be traced back to the last time it rained.
"He hasn't been feeling well lately. He was feeling sad after he failed in the math test. I asked him to go home and rest." Park Hae-jin smoothed out the lie. It was true. As a mother with a history of teaching and liberal arts, her son's liberal arts scores would definitely be good. , but it may be partial to subjects. Once the science subjects are not good enough, they will not be assigned to be a survey team member, and her son's dream career is exactly that of a survey team member.
Director Tang's face brightened slightly when he heard this, and he suddenly felt the importance of psychological education. Even the good young man who was scheduled to stay at the school to teach was so nervous about the graduation exam that he became so nervous that others could imagine. So when I thought about it, the nonsense in that essay was actually because studying mathematics hurt my nerves? ..
"So that's it. You have to do some psychological work. It's time for the exam and I'm nervous. There's nothing I can do about it. I've taught students, but we also have to teach our own children well." Director Tang instantly turned into a good colleague who felt sorry for him and said. The child's mental health is more important than anything else. When he was comforting and caring, he naturally didn't notice Park Haizhen inserting the composition paper into the lesson plan.
The class started to become noisy. Park Haizhen turned around and yelled: "What's the fuss about? Shut up!" This roar actually frightened Director Tang and told him to shut up too.
This was exactly the effect Park Haizhen wanted. She stepped forward and held Director Tang's hand, completely ignoring that her sleeves were full of chalk dust, and said sincerely: "Old Tang, it's good that we both know what happened today. The child will always be there." Sad times."
Director Tang nodded cheerfully, waved his hand and said, "I'm his age. As soon as I graduate, hey, I hold a sign and sit at the school gate. You and I were in the same class, and you gave me water. In the end, it's still the same. I’ve been teaching for half my life, what a big deal.”
Whether it is a problem or not depends on when and what kind of thing was done. Even if Park Haizhen can't remember what she looked like when she was eighteen years old, she can always remember it when she looks at the photos from that year, and she can also recall what happened back then.
It's good to have a career as soon as you graduate, but it's not good to die of old age as soon as you graduate. Park Haizhen was eighteen years old at the time. She had just graduated and became a teacher. Her face was shining, which made her feel good. But more and more people are working as basic maintenance workers, working with formaldehyde, engine oil, and darkness all day long, which of course they don’t feel good about. So some people began to protest against this perverted job allocation, but only a few dozen graduates were allocated all year round, so what could be done if they made a fuss? It was nothing more than shouting about something with a sign, like the young Director Tang, and the young Park Haizhen who was passing by at work saw that he was working so hard, so she stopped by to get a pot of boiling water.
The bell rang and get out of class was over. Park Haizhen held a black leather bag under her arm and ignored the many students who greeted her. She walked through the school gate and ignored the sign on the door that was painted and peeled off every year. A lot of debris fell off her head. It was the lighting. The system was shaken when it changed at night. She walked to the public phone booth, ignoring the countless people around her who were carrying bags under their arms and having gray hair.
After hanging up the phone, she told her husband, who was working overtime to repair the reactor on the other side of the shelter, that she and her son would go home late. If they were hungry, they would eat with their little daughter first, and ask someone to help them occupy the square dancing spot. Park Haizhen walked in the opposite direction to her home. The neat street without streetlights was lined with gray five-story buildings made of the same mold on both sides.
The bell rang, and she raised her head. It was the West Bell Tower that sounded seven o'clock. The clock tower was at the corner of the street, and the street library was on the lower half floor of the bell tower. No one came in or out at this time, because at this time Every household is having dinner.
Park Haizhen walked to the corner of the street, and with the light from the dome, she saw herself in the corner reflector and a boy next to the reflector.
The young man's forehead swayed back in the wind created by the transition between day and night. The straps of his backpack and schoolbag strangled his weak body and he fell slightly backward. He held a condom like a blue brick in his arms. The book is looking here in astonishment.
Park Haizhen turned her head, and the bell tower struck deafeningly. She looked at her son standing in the shadow of the bell tower, and at the young boy. Tears of this forty-eight-year-old middle-aged woman burst out of her eyes in an instant.
