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A disaster caused by a climate weapon has put an eternal shackles of frost on the earth. Zhixing died miserably in the melee to snatch the last supplies, but was reborn back to the year before winter came. With the memory of the doomsday tragedy, he devoted all his energy to building a shelter, hoarding supplies, and struggling to survive in the severe cold. When the legendary "Pure Land of Humanity" with spring-like seasons appeared in the legend, he and the survivors ignited hope, but found that the "oasis" they had glimpsed at the cost of their lives was just a new prison built by the powerful to enslave all living beings and continue their extravagant luxury. Disillusionment of hope brings deeper despair. Under the final verdict of scientists that "there is no pure land on earth, and the severe cold will eventually engulf everything," the surviving humans finally woke up. They gave up their infighting and illusions and turned their attention to the starry sky that their ancestors had looked up to. Build an interstellar ark and find a new home. This is the last, lonely gamble of human civilization. Zhi Xing and his companions will ignite the faint flame of the continuation of civilization on this frozen homeland. The distant echoes on the other side of the starry sky and the slowly recovering pulse of the planet beneath our feet will eventually be intertwined into a grand epic about destruction, escape, watch and return. This book is a hard-core science fiction apocalyptic epic with a rigorous setting. It has no system, no superpowers, and no zombies. It focuses on the profound thinking of the game of human nature, social reconstruction, scientific survival, and the survival of civilization in extreme environments.

When Chen Mu took his last breath on the ice field at minus 70 degrees Celsius, he suddenly understood the arrangement of the ice crystals - they were forming a line of Morse code. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the spring before the global extreme cold began. The calendar in his hand showed that there were still 391 days until the first June snow. This time, he no longer trusted any official refuge. It took three months to liquidate all the assets and buy the abandoned warehouse. Chen Mu wrote down two iron rules in his notebook: first, never save politicians in suits and ties; second, record the frost on the thermometer on the windowsill every day. When he bumped into his future nemesis while scanning goods in the supermarket, he was horrified by the identical number of compressed biscuits in the other's cart - he was not the only one to be reborn in this world.

My name is Zhixing, an ordinary person who can occasionally hear things speak and see traces of memories. It wasn't until I hid in a mysterious second-hand shop on a rainy night and got a copy of "You Yuan Lu" that could write automatically that I realized that I had become a "You Yuan person". My job is not to cultivate immortality, but to travel. Go and listen to the lingering sound of the century-old guqin, bid farewell to the old factory that is about to be demolished that carries the memory of the times, help friends who have been entangled for generations to untie the knot of fate, and become friends with the mathematical ghost who made the Tianqiao lost. But I gradually discovered that the world's "net of fate" - the invisible warp and weft that maintains the emotions and memories of all things - is quietly wearing away. Unprovoked malice breeds, and warm memories quickly dissipate. And every story I record is a gentle patch for this tired world. --This is a warm journey of a restorer walking around the world, using understanding to resolve obsessions, and using stories to fight against forgetfulness. Perhaps the best meaning of immortality is simply to have a gentle curiosity about the next good weather.