To my frozen hometown

Chapter 37 On the Possibility of Plain Landform to Hilly Landform

"I'm really crazy to listen to your request to continue this commission."

On the passenger seat of the snowmobile, Jester put his hands behind his head and shook his head looking at the scenery outside the car window.

At this time, the wind and snow were much lighter, only a few sporadic snowflakes were still floating in the air.

Faced with De Rosso's request, McCa and Kent finally agreed to continue the commission.Jester didn't want to agree at first, but the other two people in the team had already made a decision, so he could only stay.

"Anyway, the content of the entrustment basically hasn't changed, has it?" Mai Ka sat in the driver's seat and said while driving the car without looking back.

"Besides, I really want to see what kind of painting Mr. De Rosso is going to paint." Kent sat in the carriage and replied with a smile.

This kind-hearted middle-aged man started to boil tea again. I heard that he just likes to watch the boiling water quietly.

This allows him to calm down and think about the problem.

"Then what about Yuan, Yuan, don't you have anything to say?"

Jester glanced at the rearview mirror, and said helplessly to Liu Yuan who was sitting at the table stretching.

"Me?" Liu Yuan stretched his body and said lazily.

"I really have nothing to say, anyway, I was going to the east."

At this moment, Liu Yuan leaned back his neck and put his legs on the table, looking more like a slender big cat.

Lazy, but unique style.

"Al, raise your shoulders a little higher."

Casually glanced at Al who was still standing by the window with a gun in hand, Liuyuan said something flatly.

"Okay, okay." Al nodded and lifted his shoulders up a little more with difficulty.

"I said, have you figured out the situation?" Jester rubbed his brows.

"If this continues, we may have to watch the boy De Rosso die in the ice field."

"This is my own choice, Mr. Jeste, this is my own choice." At this moment, De Rosso, who was sitting by the window, finally said calmly.

"Everyone has the right to choose, right, so, please."

Jester looked into De Rosso's eyes through the rearview mirror, and the two looked at each other quietly for a while.

Until Jester scratched his hair.

"God, that's why I'm crazy."

This somewhat stubborn adventurer chose to close his eyes without saying a word.

But everyone knows that he has made a compromise.

"Heh." De Rosso chuckled, leaned back on the seat, and let out a slight breath.

"Don't worry, my work will definitely not disappoint you."

"It's better like this." Mika held the steering wheel, crossed his eyes, and glanced at De Rosso behind him: "Otherwise, we will definitely take you back to the greenhouse."

"Since you chose this way of ending, don't die so easily before finishing that painting."

"Understood." De Rosso nodded solemnly.

"Then, let's play around with you for once." Kent grinned as he looked at the mist on the teacup.

"I heard that the world seen by the painter's eyes is different from ours, so please let us take a good look at it. What is the difference between the world you see?"

"Hmm." De Rosso smiled and held out one of his thumbs.

"Then just watch carefully, it will light up this ice sheet, and even light up every dark night in the future."

This is his self-confidence, because he has a feeling in the dark that his whole life exists for this.

Because he has a feeling in the dark that his heart beats for it.

Because he has a feeling in the dark that he will eventually burn for this, and he will eventually burn for it.

It is undeniable that even a tiny flame has a dream of illuminating the world.

At this time, De Rosso is like such a fire, he is burning, in the darkness of nothingness.

He burns, in a light that only he can see.

He is burning, and when no one can see the direction, he knows that he will bring a fleeting moment of light.

So much so that the light that follows will illuminate the long night.

Yes, this is the meaning of the existence of the flame, so the flame will appear.

They come to light up the darkness, with the purpose of extinguishing it.

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As night fell, the team stopped on a snowy slope to have dinner.

Sitting beside Liuyuan, Al suddenly raised his head and asked Liuyuan.

"Yanagihara, what kind of painting is De Rosso's painting?"

As a child born in the post-apocalyptic era, she didn't understand what art was, and she had never seen anything about art.

For her, painting is just a tool used to record images.

Liu Yuan thought for a moment and told her an answer.

"It's a forgotten gem."

"Treasure?" Al obviously didn't quite understand the meaning of the word, so he could only ask again.

"Yes." Liu Yuan nodded: "They once belonged to humans, and they bloomed with light."

"Will they glow?" Al's expression became more puzzled.

"You can say that." But Liu Yuan didn't explain much, but simply continued.

"They have illuminated countless ages."

"Trust me." Liuyuan reached out and patted Al on the shoulder.

"People are here too, and it's time to remember them."

Her tone was always so flat, but this time, it carried a different meaning.

It seems to be mixed with a little expectation, and it seems to be mixed with a little nostalgia.

Ayer probably still didn't understand what Liuyuan meant, but Liuyuan didn't say anything anymore.

She believed Al would understand, when she should.

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After dinner, Yanagihara left the snowmobile compartment alone under the pretext of taking a walk.

Before a boulder under the snow slope, she stopped.

Recently, she feels that her body seems to have some changes again.

The strength seems to have grown a little bit.

Liu Yuan looked down at his palm, then suddenly clenched it tightly, and punched the boulder in front of him.

"boom!"

After a dull bang.

A crack spread out on the boulder, and Liu Yuan's fist was deeply sunk in it, his skin torn to pieces.

Sure enough, feeling the vibration under his feet, Liu Yuan slowly pulled out his hand from the rock.

The opened flesh and blood squirmed and healed together at an extremely fast speed.

The strength of the muscles has obviously increased a lot, and even the speed of self-healing has become faster.

Liu Yuan frowned and thought about it, and finally seemed to think of something, and came to a somewhat subtle conclusion.

Could it be that this body is still developing?

Considering that this was her own body after all, she thought maybe she should test it again.

(End of this chapter)