To my frozen hometown

Chapter 42 There is always someone to play the role of setting off beauty

This night was spent in comfort and comfort, without the coldness in the ice field of the past, nor the loneliness in the wilderness of the past.

Alcohol and flames warm people's bodies, and gradually make people slightly intoxicated. Liu Yuan and Mai Ka, who were still awake, helped them all into the carriage until everyone was a little sleepy.

At dawn, Liu Yuan woke up on the couch, brushed aside the messy hair in front of him, and looked at the sky outside.Last night was the first half of the night for her and the second half for Maika.

Al was still lying in her arms, with one hand on her chest and the other around her waist, his face was buried in her clothes, and the corners of his mouth were drooling.

This seemingly quiet girl was not so quiet when she was sleeping.

Always wriggling, like a maggot eating carrion.

Well, Yanagihara is not good at metaphors.

Carefully picking up the girl and putting it aside, Liu Yuan didn't wake her up, and then walked into the bathroom in the carriage to wash up.

It was still snowing outside the car window, or in other words, this should be the norm on the ice sheet.

Snowflakes fell on the edge of the car window, forming a layer of snow that was not too thick, as if they could be knocked off just by knocking at will.

A layer of white mist hung over the window, which made the scenery outside the window look a bit hazy.

Liu Yuan looked at the car window for a while, took out the notebook from his pocket, and continued to write her letter.

She hasn't written new content for a long time, so how to say it today, she still needs to write a few words.

"Cough cough cough."

At this moment, Liu Yuan heard a cough coming from the carriage.

She turned her head and saw that De Rosso was lying on his little bed, clutching his chest in pain.

At this moment, the boy's brows were furrowed, his lips parted and closed slightly, as if he was whispering silently, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he saw some terrifying scene in the dark.

Liu Yuan knew that he had symptoms of cardiomegaly again.

Silently walking to his bedside, Liu Yuan picked up the medicine jar that the boy had placed beside the bed, took out a medicine, brought it to the boy's mouth, and stretched out his hand to wake him up.

"Take your medicine, if you can still open your mouth."

De Rosso opened his eyes, and when he saw Liuyuan sitting by the bed, a grateful look appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to take the medicine that Liuyuan gave him.

The effect of the medicine was good, and after panting for a while on the bed, some blood returned to De Rosso's face.Although it was still pale, at least it no longer looked like a blank sheet of paper.

"Thank you." Leaning on the mattress, De Rosso smiled wryly and said weakly.

"It's nothing." Liu Yuan replied lightly.

De Rosso's health is getting worse and worse, and she should be the most clear person on the team.

Because she took De Rosso to the ice wall to paint every day, she could clearly feel De Rosso's weakening spirit.

The ridiculous thing is that Liu Yuan is extremely sensitive to the passing of life, even though she herself is not even a life.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew the car windows, making a sound similar to whimpering.

Liu Yuan casually placed De Rosso's medicine pot on his bedside, and asked in a nonchalant manner.

"does it worth?"

Is it worth it? What she wants to ask is, is such pain really worth it?

De Rosso didn't answer Liu Yuan's question directly, he just smiled, turned his head to look out the window, and spoke slowly after a while.

"Ms. Yuan, do you know? Some people are born beautiful because they have a beautiful appearance. Some people will eventually be beautiful because they have a beautiful heart. Some people can't be beautiful all their lives. Because they can only shrink in the corner, playing an ugly role in contrast to beauty. I used to be such an ugly person, and now, I want to be beautiful again."

As he spoke, De Rosso slowly raised his hand and pointed to his chest.

"Use my heart, which is not necessarily beautiful."

"I want to shine some light and die in it..."

Before being adopted by the old painter, De Rosso grew up in a garbage dump. At that time, he was dirty, ugly and distorted.At that time, he could only make a living by picking up food from the garbage dump. All the things in his memory were damp, cold, and hard to swallow.

He has lived in the darkest place, so he can't forget the appearance of light.

He was uglier than anyone else, so he yearned for beauty more than anyone else.

How interesting isn't it? People who are most appreciative often don't have it.

They looked at everything with the simplest and purest eyes, and expressed their envy and admiration in the most straightforward way.

They are the most vulgar, but they are also the ones who can give birth to the most unreserved expectations.

De Rosso wants to be beautiful because he thinks he is mean, and because he doesn't want to die ugly.

Liu Yuan didn't express any opinion on De Rosso's words, she just nodded, and then left De Rosso's bedside.

Still quiet in the morning.

By the snow-covered car window, Liu Yuan took her notebook and leaned on her seat to write this.

"To my frozen hometown, are you still as beautiful as when I left?"

Are you still as beautiful as you were when you were first.

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De Rosso's painting has become more and more perfect, in the passage of time.

After a few months, he has almost finished his work.

It was a distant mountain, standing under the blue sky, with emerald green grasslands between the peaks, forests of beautiful trees, gurgling streams and waterfalls, and lavender swaying in the wind.

There are birds, fish and insects, snow on the top of the mountain, and tents at the foot of the mountain.

This painting is so huge that standing in front of this ice wall is like seeing that distant mountain.

So that standing in front of this painting, people seem to have really walked into this scenery.

Almost every time, when everyone came to appreciate this painting under the ice wall, they couldn't help but be amazed by it.

Because every detail of it is so realistic, as if it is extremely perfect.Because every petal of it seems to be alive, as if it has been injected into its own soul by the creator.

This must be a great work, Mika once said, and it deserves to be witnessed by everyone.

Jester stopped complaining, though he was ashamed to admit it, but he was really shocked by the painting.

Even he himself couldn't believe it, when he looked at this painting, he actually felt a kind of yearning.Longing for him to live at the foot of that mountain, in that tent.Waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for the night to fall.

Was the world like this in the past, as if every bit of time was worth cherishing.

It seems that no matter what is missed, it will be a pity.

In a few days, the painting will be completed, and everyone feels this way.

However, on this night, De Rosso suddenly woke up Liuyuan.

In the darkness, the boy's figure looked so thin and weak.

"Ms. Yuan." He said with a smile.

"Can you take me to the ice wall now, I think, to finish my work."

The night was all still.

Liuyuan knew that De Rosso was going to die that night.

(End of this chapter)