To my frozen hometown

Chapter 29 Every Story Should Have a Good End, But Not Every Story Has a Good End

At night, the team's snowmobile stopped on the side of the road to rest.

The headlights were still on, and the yellowish light silently illuminated the snow on the road.

The wind was a bit strong at night, but De Rosso walked out of the carriage alone.

He stood on the snow for a while, and took out a medicine bottle from his pocket.

If you don't look at his pale face and trembling palms, maybe no one will know how painful he is.

Of course, it's the same now, at least the employers don't know that he is going to die in a few months.

"Crack." De Rosso took out a pill from the medicine bottle and put it in his mouth.

After taking the pills, he took out the oxygen tank on his waist.After taking a few deep breaths of oxygen, his complexion gradually improved.

On the snow, De Rosso gasped weakly for a while, then put his hands in his pockets, stood quietly, and looked up at the starry night sky.

At the end of the canyon, the endless snow field seems to be connected to the sky, and De Rosso is the only figure on this white snow.

People before the disaster must have looked up at such a starry sky.

Standing between the Milky Way and the ice and snow, De Rosso thought in a daze.

His gaze became more and more preoccupied, as if he could see the previous scene in the starlight.

"The world before the disaster must have been beautiful..."

The boy muttered to himself.

"It's okay." At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared behind him.

This made De Rosso startled, he turned around quickly, and saw Liu Yuan sitting on the top of the carriage, crossing his legs together in boredom, shaking gently.

At this moment, Liu Yuan looked very quiet, with his hands propped beside him, his face expressionless.

"Yuan, Ms. Yuan."

De Rosso smiled a little embarrassedly, and said hello.

"En." Liu Yuan responded, lowered his head and looked at De Rosso.

"Haven't you told them that you're dying?"

"Not yet." De Rosso shook his head with a wry smile, "Otherwise, I'm afraid they won't accept my commission."

"Then aren't you afraid that they will give up the commission if they find out?" Liu Yuan asked again.

"When I get to the eastern ice wall, I will pay all the rewards and let them go." De Rosso shrugged his shoulders, apparently not caring about it.

This time, he never thought of returning to the greenhouse alive.

The voices on the snow were silent for a while.

Suddenly, Liu Yuan patted the seat beside him and said, "Would you like to sit up?"

"Yes, but I can't get on it." De Rosso glanced helplessly at the roof of the car and sighed with a smile.

"I'll help you."

Saying that, Liu Yuan jumped out of the car and walked to De Rosso's side.

Under De Rosso's stunned gaze, she put her hands on his waist and lifted him high.As if lifting a child, he was lifted to the side of the roof.

"Climb up." Liu Yuan said like this.

"I, huh..." De Rosso came back to his senses and smiled weakly, but he still put his hands on the roof of the car and climbed up bit by bit.

"Ms. Yuan, I will lose face if you do this."

"can you?"

"Ah."

"Then you can climb faster."

"I'm not working hard."

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After a while, Yanagihara and De Rosso both sat on the roof.

Unlike the feeling of standing on the snow, the field of vision on the roof is obviously wider, so that even the sky seems to be closer.

De Rosso looked into the distance, and seemed to be in a good mood.This is obviously a rare thing for a patient like him.

"I heard from Maika and the others that you are going to paint a picture on the ice mural in the east?"

The evening wind was blowing, beside De Rosso, Liu Yuan asked aloud.

"Hmm." Speaking of this, another smile appeared on De Rosso's face, and he nodded affirmatively.

"What kind of painting?" Liu Yuan's tone was light, like the wind blowing head-on, with a hint of coolness.

"Ms. Yuan, do you want to take a look?" De Rosso raised his brows, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and there was a gentle smile on his face.

"If possible." Liu Yuan did not deny it.

She really wanted to see what kind of painting it was, so that the young man in front of her would be willing to sacrifice her last life for it.

"Here." De Rosso lowered his head, took out a photo from his pocket, and handed it to Liu Yuan.

"That's it. I'm going to draw it on that ice wall."

Liu Yuan took the photo, and the scenery on it stunned her for a while.

It was not until a long time later that she blinked and returned the photo to De Rosso.

"It's beautiful."

In Liu Yuan's calm voice, there seemed to be some rare fluctuations.

She couldn't remember how long she hadn't seen such a scene. At that moment just now, she almost thought that she had returned to the past.

It's a pity, it's just almost.

"Really?" De Rosso smiled proudly.

"It's bound to be a great piece."

As he said that, the boy looked at the distant snow field again, his eyes were distant and peaceful.

"And what an honor I am to be able to write for it."

The galaxy shines, everything is quiet.

Liu originally thought that the conversation between her and the boy was over.

Unexpectedly, De Rosso suddenly asked again.

"By the way, Ms. Yuan, have you seen the scene before the disaster?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you gave me the answer just now."

While I was talking to myself.The young man thought helplessly.

"Well, I've seen some of them." Liu Yuan paused for a while before giving an ambiguous answer.

De Rosso subconsciously thought that she had seen the records before the disaster in some books, so he asked excitedly.

"Before that disaster, was the world really warm?"

"Hmm." Liu Yuan thought about it silently in his heart, but he couldn't recall that kind of warm feeling anymore, so he could only state it lightly.

"Before a big hole appeared in the sky."

"A big hole in the sky?" De Rosso obviously didn't know what it was.

"It's in that direction." Liu Yuan raised his hand and said calmly pointing to the south.

"The sky there used to be cracked, with a hole where you couldn't see the end."

Is that so?

De Rosso looked in the direction of Liuyuan's finger. At least for now, there was nothing there.

"And then?" De Rosso continued to ask.

"Then smoke and ash covered the sky, the planet lost most of the sunlight, the cold snap came, and ice and snow buried everything, and mankind had to enter a dark age."

Liu Yuan spoke slowly, with a calm voice, as if he was really just narrating a period of history.

It's just that her eyes are always downcast.

In those dark eyes, it seems that people can see the dark years.

"Did the darkness last long?"

De Rosso was a little fascinated by Liuyuan's words. He had never understood the history of mankind, so he had never known the past that had been buried for too long.

"It's been a long time." Liu Yuan put down his hand, "It's been so long that people have almost forgotten what the sun looks like."

That was a whole century, the darkest century since the catastrophe.

It's ridiculous that people at that time still believed in themselves and believed that they could change the fate of the race.

So in the darkness, people built a greenhouse, lighting up the first ray of light on the ice sheet.

That ray of light was once called faith.

Countless people have tears in their eyes, fought for it, sacrificed their lives for it, and fought for it.

It was only in exchange for the continuation of this almost dead silence.

It's a pity, isn't it, that the light finally came.

But on the eve of dawn, human faith also collapsed.

"Then what happened afterwards?" De Rosso's voice sounded again.

"Later, there is no later." Liu Yuan sat on the roof of the car, raised his eyes to look at the night sky.

The age of mankind seems to have ended at that time.

"No." At this moment, De Rosso suddenly retorted.

Liu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Later, the light should have descended."

De Rosso said with great certainty, looked back at Liuyuan, smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"After all, all stories should have a happy ending, shouldn't they?"

He believed so, because at this moment, before his eyes, there was a starlight.

He believes so, because he has seen the shining scenes of this era.

In his teacher's painting, in his own eyes.

Liu Yuan looked at him in astonishment, and then smiled suddenly.

In that smile, there seemed to be some helplessness, some compromise, and some approval.

"Whatever you want," she said.

Turning his head around, looking into the distance, he gently lifted the hair on the side of his face.

This time, it was De Rosso's turn to be dazed.

In his eyes, Liu Yuan's face was now reflecting the white light, his slender eyelashes drooped, the corners of his mouth were closed but slightly raised, and his three-dimensional facial features were bright and dark.

The wind blows her hair and shakes her clothes.

Those dark eyes seemed to be able to sink into all the emotions in this world and return everything to peace.

The beauty of movement and stillness is perfectly combined at this moment, making it impossible to look away, and even more unforgettable.

It seems that everything is just right, any extra modification is a blasphemy to the beautiful scenery in front of me.

It must be admitted that Liuyuan is very suitable for quietness and is also very good at silence.

De Rosso was so engrossed in watching that he even forgot how he got out of the car, only remembering that he was picked up by Liu Yuan.

He lay down in his quilt with his coat on and didn't fall asleep all night.

In the early morning of the next day, he prepared the pen and paper early and drew a picture.It was a portrait of a character, very delicately drawn.

But the name is very simple, only five words, called.

Dedicated to Venus.

(End of this chapter)