To my frozen hometown

Chapter 75 I will sing until the day the world restarts

On the square of the greenhouse, the warmth that had not been felt for a long time made the faces of the refugees regain some blood.

The crowd gathered together, and Northenford stood in the line, looking up at the tall tower deep in the night.

Perhaps noticing his actions, Johnson also walked to his side.

"Are you going to rescue them?" Northenford asked, staring at the lights on the tower that even the wind and snow could not hide.

"Do they need to be rescued?" Johnson asked back, looking sideways at Northumford.

"I don't know." Northamford shook his head and replied.

"I don't know." Johnson pulled his mouth and smiled bitterly: "But I will try to apply for the greenhouse broadcast to send inquiries to them. As long as they are willing to enter the greenhouse, we will accept them."

"What if they don't want to?" Northenford calmly withdrew his gaze, and after a while, turned his head to look at Johnson and asked.

"So." Johnson said, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, looked up at the distant sky with a smile and said.

"I'll be looking forward to their fight."

Because it must be full of epic splendor.

Because this will be the first time in the decades after the Dark Ages that the people of this city have the courage to once again challenge the disaster.

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Johnson left, presumably to contact Greenhouse Radio.

So, half an hour later, when the singing on the tower stopped for a while, a clear broadcast was transmitted from the greenhouse to the entire ruins.

"Notice, notice, this is Greenhouse No. [-] in the west. This is Greenhouse No. [-] in the west. Due to the intensification of the snowstorm, this area temporarily decided to accept all the outsiders and give them basic humanitarian asylum. Please invite those who are interested Go to the main entrance of the greenhouse immediately, we will receive you, repeat, we will receive you."

"Announcement, announcement..."

The broadcast was played three times in total, and it naturally reached the ears of Liz and Liuyuan clearly.

But when Liu Yuan looked at Liz with questioning eyes, Liz just smiled and spoke into her microphone.

"This is really good news, isn't it, at least the lives of many people can be guaranteed. So please go to the greenhouse immediately in the ruins, they can let you survive the snowstorm safely. And we will be here Keep singing for you till the night is over."

Facing Liz's speech, Liu Yuan shrugged his shoulders not surprisingly.

Obviously, she has gradually gotten used to Liz's way of thinking.

This is probably because she is not a normal person herself.

In response to Liz's response, the radio in the greenhouse was silent for a while, then slowly turned on the communication and continued.

"Liz and the original band, you can enter the greenhouse to sing."

Their voices were solemn, with a hint of emotion that could not be heard on the usual radio.

"I know." Liz said, her voice echoing in the city with the help of the broadcast in the ruins.

"We could, but what's the point?"

No one can answer this question, because only Liz knows the answer.

Only she knew why she insisted on holding such a concert.

"That's pointless, isn't it, if you don't face disaster head-on."

The girl said this, walked to the front of the stage, held the guitar in her hand tightly, and stood in the direction facing the wind and snow with an extremely proud posture.

"So please look at us, we will not die in the wind and snow, we will sing until the dawn of tomorrow. So please look at us, we will not die in the wind and snow, we will interpret the meaning of our singing."

"So please watch us, or, sing along with us."

Liz's voice gradually disappeared in the wind and snow, and what responded to her was the silence of the entire city.

In the silence except for the sound of the wind, the girl smiled slightly, turned her head to look at Liu Yuan and asked.

"So, even so, are you willing to help me, Hara?"

"If I don't want to, what have I been doing before?" Liu Yuan raised his brows and chuckled, and asked back aloud.

"thanks······"

"You're welcome."

"Then." At this time, the radio in the greenhouse came again.

"Please believe that we are looking forward to it, sing with all your strength, Liz."

Even Liz was taken aback this time.

Yes, she didn't expect that other people would actually recognize her madness.

She didn't expect that other people would actually remember her name.

"Heh." Amidst the howling wind, the girl smiled in a daze, then turned her head, looked at the wind and snow all over the sky and said with her mouth hooked.

"So, I'll sing until the day the world restarts, and I'll sing until the ice melts."

This is a singer's promise to his fans.

"Here!" The high-pitched guitar sounded again, with enough noise to make Feng Xue flustered.

"Let's get on with the party."

Of course, why not?

People in the greenhouse raised their heads, smiling, and stared at the colorful light in the distance.

We have been waiting for a long time.

The owner of a tavern moved all the rubbish alcohol in his store to the street outside, and put up a slogan that the price of alcohol was halved. Soldiers held guns and dispatched emergency supplies in the upper city. The greenhouse manager stood at the window. While shaking their wine glasses, the refugees held up their torches.

This snowy night is still very long, but people at this moment feel that it is not long enough, and even worry that it is fleeting.

Because for such a moment, people have waited too long, they have been silent for countless days and nights.

(End of this chapter)