To my frozen hometown

Chapter 43 The Dream That Don't Have to Wake Up Again

The wind that blows at night is bitingly cold, and without the illumination of the flames, the ice field finally reveals its cruelty and ruthlessness.

On the pitch-black ice wall, Liuyuan fastened the cable with a lock while opening a lamp on his shoulder.

The pale light illuminated the ice surface and seemed to make it appear even colder.

Coughing, De Rosso dipped the brush into a paint bucket at his waist with difficulty, and then painted the last blank space on the ice surface bit by bit.

It should be the foot of a mountain, and some grass clippings blown by the wind.

De Rosso's pen was very slow, as if his heart, which was almost powerless to beat, was making its final struggle.

Liu Yuan felt that some paint dripped on her face, but she didn't complain aloud, but raised her head silently.

Under the starlight and the moonlight, the young man's face was flushed with sickness, as if returning to the light, and as if he was making the final interpretation of his own life.

He wants to fulfill his oath, he wants to burn out before he dies, and he wants to leave the torch behind before the light completely fades away.

His chest seemed to be burning, accompanied by severe pain, his throat seemed to be strangled, as if he couldn't breathe.

But De Rosso is still waving his paintbrush.

He knows that people need to witness beauty because people haven't longed for such things for too long.

He knew that people needed to witness beauty as it once illuminated civilization.

"Droso." In the pale light, Liu Yuan said aloud.

"I look forward to your work, and so do others. So don't let us down."

The brush in the boy's hand paused for a moment, and then he laughed.

That smile was so bright that this cold night seemed to melt a little.

"Ah, I see, I will try my best."

I will work hard, the boy said, his voice was so soft that it could be easily drowned by the cold wind.

But his heart began to beat heavily, powerfully and slowly.

Liu Yuan could feel it, because the heart was sticking to her back at this moment, as if it was driving her heart to beat together, giving her an illusion of being alive again.

It was unbelievable that a person who was about to die made her feel the throbbing and surging of life again.

The paintbrush continued to outline, outlining the flowers at the foot of the mountain, outlining the butterflies in the flowers, outlining the grass clippings scattered by the wind.

Time passed bit by bit, the north wind pulled tighter and tighter, and finally De Rosso's hand gradually became weak.

The boy's vision began to blur, he was going to die, he knew this, and Liu Yuan knew it too.

But the sky is not yet light, and the painting is not yet finished.

About what time?

It should be at the moment when the boy's hand was about to let go of the paintbrush, Liu Yuan reached out and grabbed the back of his hand.

Under the dim but surprised eyes of the young man, Liu Yuan drew the rest of the works for him without saying a word.

That cold palm seemed to have a temperature, under the burning of the "flame".

"You can trust me as much as you want." Liu Yuan said in the dark.

"After all, every story should have a happy ending, shouldn't it?"

Your story will have no regrets.

"Ms. Yuan..." De Rosso lay on Liu Yuan's back, and after a while, he came back to his senses and said with a weak smile.

"You are really gentle."

"Sorry." Liu Yuan clenched his hand a little tighter, looking at Bing Bi with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

"I'm just not cruel enough."

Just as crocodiles have tears and wild animals lick their young.

Liu Yuan has always been selfish and cowardly, at least she has always thought so.

She was an ugly person, Liuyuan never denied that.

But it is also because of this that she wants to achieve De Rosso's beauty.

As a person who cannot be beautiful.

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It's about to dawn.

Ten minutes ago, Liu Yuan finally completed his work with De Rosso.

The two followed the cable to the snowy ground under the ice wall, and Liuyuan helped De Rosso to lie down beside a rock.

In this way, they looked up at the ice wall in the snow, looking up at this piece of real scenery.

"It's beautiful." Liu Yuan looked at it for a while, and said with certainty.

"Yes, it's beautiful." De Rosso smiled, opened and closed his bloodless lips, and said slowly.

But then, he sighed softly again.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get to paint the sun on it."

This landscape finally lost its light.

Liuyuan remained silent, not responding to De Rosso's words.

After a few breaths, she suddenly raised her chin to the sky above the ice wall, and said calmly.

"It's okay, it's here."

Yes, it's coming.

The moment Liu Yuan finished speaking, the light pierced the sky, as if sharp swords split the thick darkness.

Under De Rosso's ecstatic gaze, the clouds seemed to be broken by a big hand, the wind and snow drifted away, and an extremely shining light appeared in the direction of the sky.

In the silent gaze of the two, the sky seemed to be ignited with flames, burning up the long night.

As for the ice wall, in the light that was so bright that it was about to boil, it bloomed its due brilliance.

The sunlight was flowing through the ice, completely illuminating this painting that could illuminate an era.

It's dawn, at this dawn.The sun appears above the cloud tops, filling the final void in the composition.

"Ah."

I don't know whether it was in the silence or after the shock, De Rosso laughed in a trance.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful..."

Then all sound was lost on the snow.

Until Liu Yuan raised his head and put his hands in his pockets.

"Droso."

"Ok?"

"have a sweet dream."

"..."

"Um······"

The boy smiled and fell asleep silently.

In the dream, De Rosso saw the red brick hut. The old painter was lying in the house, sleeping among the rocking chairs, enjoying a warm afternoon.

The young man recalled what the old man had said to him, and with a happy smile, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

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I'll be waiting for you in that room, boy.

When you come, I will ask the hunter to bring the dog and go hunting with you in the mountains.If I remember correctly, that was the thing you most wanted to do when you were a kid.

When you come, I will ask the magician to specially transform a rabbit for you. It will have snow-white fur and light red eyes.

When you come, I will take you to the city to participate in the celebration. If you are still single, I will find the most beautiful girl and let her dance with you.

Remember, talk more to please her, wear a handsome outfit, and clean your hair.

That way, you can make a good impression on the other party.

Don't forget, prepare a bouquet of flowers. Your mother lives at No. 230 Rose Street. When you are ready, I will take you to her.

Believe me, she must still love you, she will hug you, kiss you, she will cry with joy.

At that time, you must hold her tightly, wipe away her tears, and present flowers to her.

You have to tell her that you love her too, you have to say it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times until she stops crying.

You know, she has missed you for too long.

You know, she definitely didn't mean to abandon you.

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You'll live a happy life and you'll have a beautiful ending, boy.

(End of this chapter)