To my frozen hometown

Chapter 118

The time for a cigarette is not long, but it is not short. It obviously cannot last until the cold night passes, but it is also enough for people to chat for a while.

"Yeah, who knows?" Listening to York's words, Liu Yuan said with a chuckle, squinting her eyes at the fog in the air, and the snowflakes behind the fog.

"But I have nothing more to say to you."

"I understand." York raised his eyebrows, held the cigarette in his hand, and took a strong puff by his mouth.

Then, his violent coughing came from under the eaves.

"Ahem, it's like everyone's life can only be chosen by himself, isn't it?"

The boy coughed and said so with difficulty.

In the smoke, there seemed to be a slight smile on his face.

"Yes, most of them are like this." Liu Yuan nodded, didn't say anything more, just leaned against the wall of the stone house, and continued to smoke.

Such a snowy night, cold, silent, dark.It seems that every night after the disaster, it makes people feel that there seems to be no end in sight.

It's such a horror, but humans are such strange creatures.

The more hopeless you are, the easier it is to think of the good things in the past.

But this kind of fantasy, which is almost extravagant, seems to be the talent that people can keep a glimmer of hope at any time.

Thus, Liu Yuan snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and placed it on the wall of the stone house.

Let Mars be submerged in frost and snow, let the gleam disappear into the darkness.

"But maybe." She said suddenly, as if trying to communicate with York, and as if trying to communicate with herself.

"Maybe, I can tell you a story, a story that may be a little old-fashioned, would you like to hear it?"

Looking quietly at Liu Yuan, York shrugged his shoulders, glanced at the heavy snow in the night, and said in relief: "Let's talk, we have enough time, don't we?"

"Well, then let me think about it, where should I start." Liu Yuan's voice seemed a little erratic, like an old man lying in a rocking chair.

With a little regret, with a little tiredness, mixed with some memories.If there is nothing, but it is extremely clear, it narrates a story about the past.

"We humans, if I can still use the word we are here."

"We used to have 70 billion compatriots. We lived in every corner of this planet. Mountains, oceans, deserts, snowfields, forests. Our footprints once covered the land under our feet. Our palms once could easily The earth touches the sky. The moon at that time was very close to us. As for the stars, we are even more precious. As long as we want, we can have almost everything."

"In the past, we were the most prosperous species on this planet, as if everything was born for us."

"We can enjoy clean water every day. We can eat fresh fruits and vegetables every moment. We can taste delicate food every meal."

"Our dwellings are warm and strong enough to withstand all the wind and snow. The floors are planks or fine stone tiles, the windows are glass that reflects people's shadows, the rugs and tablecloths are woven from fabric that slips under your fingers. "

"The bed should be soft enough to sag, filled with sponge and velvet. Most of the furniture is made of wood, not as cold as rocks, but also has a little wood-specific fragrance. People can lie on the bedside, or sit In a chair, read a book all day, listen to music all day."

"Our city once covered the sky and the sun, with tall buildings comparable to mountains, endless streets, crowded crowds, and heavy traffic on the road..."

In the wind and snow, Liu Yuan slowly described, describing the world in her memory.

Describing that, for York, may already be called a dreamy past.

And her story is people's past, until her tone changed.

"It's a pity that we at that time were so arrogant and conceited. We even thought that we could cope with all the changes, so that we finally came to the end."

"But it is also because of this that we understand that the new road should exist in the starry sky. Can you believe it, that was the direction that 70 billion people agreed on."

"So York, if, I mean if, you want an answer from me."

"Even though I shouldn't say that as a bystander, I still want to tell you."

"You are doing something that can make everyone proud of you, although it is very dangerous, although you are likely to die on the way to the goal."

"But, that's the answer you want."

"You are not wrong, you are trying to restore people's previous beliefs, you are continuing people's previous ideals."

"I'm sorry that I am actually using the identity of a refugee to preach to you, a brave man."

"I don't think I am qualified to ask you anything, I just want to tell you that you have done well enough, even if you stop now, you have done well enough."

"You did the right thing, so you don't have to be too confused. What should happen in the future, you just need to follow your own heart."

"Nothing is done overnight, you don't have to force yourself to move forward."

"We should not forget the great era, but it will not come back so soon."

"I think your parents should feel the same way."

It wasn't until Liu Yuan finished speaking that the night became quiet again.

Only the whistling wind roared in the air.

Holding the extinguished cigarette butt between his fingers, York silently watched the snowflakes falling from the eaves.

To be honest, he was still immersed in Liu Yuan's story, and he didn't come back to his senses.

Until he suddenly smiled lightly and said slowly.

"So, the death of my parents is not meaningless, right, Liu Yuan."

This may be the first time he has personally admitted the death of his parents.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I said so many nonsensical things."

"No, thank you, I think I'm used to the smell of the smoke."

Like, I guess I've gotten used to the misery of life.

(End of this chapter)