To my frozen hometown

Chapter 80 Facts have proved, don't always think about making some big news

"So, Miss Liz didn't come back with you in the end?"

On the snowy ground of the ice field, Al sat by the lit stove, hugged his leg, and asked Liu Yuan about his later story.

"En." But Liu Yuan just gave her a short answer, as if he didn't want to discuss more on this topic.

Al should have seen this, lowered his head, and didn't continue to ask any more questions.

The flame is roasting the dried meat, doing simple heating.

After a while, the girl took out a camera from the backpack beside her, which was the one she picked up in the ruined dump.

Liz made a charger for this thing before, so it has the possibility of being able to be used for a long time.

Al probably flipped through the photos in the camera, and after a while, she suddenly asked Liu Yuan.

"Liu Yuan, is the relationship between people like this?"

Liu Yuan, who was sitting opposite the girl, paused for a moment, then nodded, and replied flatly.

"Well, mostly."

There will always be a day of parting, and there will always be no longer remembering.

As a creature that can retain memory for a long time, human beings prefer to forget.

This behavior is complex and contradictory.

"Will we encounter many such things in the future?" The girl asked again, after all, after leaving Greenhouse No. [-], she had experienced too many similar separations.

"If there are no accidents." Liu Yuan raised his eyebrows irresistibly.

"There will be many more."

As she spoke, she took off the dried meat that had been roasted on the short knife, and handed it to Al.

The girl took the jerky, fell silent for a while, lowered her head and started eating, until she asked slowly again.

"Will we also lose touch one day?"

Liu Yuan looked away from the girl, and put the short knife back to his waist.

"Yeah, but trust me Al, it's a good thing."

There was some regret in the girl's eyes, which was rare, because this was the first time she seemed to want to leave something behind after her sister's death.

But she still couldn't save anything.

On the endless snow field, the sky is cloudless. After the blizzard, today there is a fine weather that can hardly be seen in the ice field.

But no one praises and speaks for it.

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After lunch, Liu Yuan took Al on the road again.

Since they left Greenhouse No. [-] in the west, the two have been traveling on the western ice sheet for several months, and it is expected that they will be able to enter the central area of ​​the ice sheet in a short time.

To be honest, Liu Yuan still has a lot of memories about that place.

However, as a person who has lived for too long, she still hopes that she will not recall those memories.

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Half a month later, in the mercenary camp of the Central Greenhouse, a tall woman wearing a military cap and overcoat was sitting in her room eating breakfast.

She was wearing a light green officer's uniform, which made her figure look slender and upright, and also made her aura a bit iron-blooded and oppressive invisibly.

At the same time, she also has a pair of sharp eyes, and the two lines of sight are like knives. Even if you look at it calmly, it is enough to make people feel scared.

When she ate, she was very quiet, sitting upright, even when she was cutting food with a knife, she was very rigid.

Perhaps an excellent soldier is like this, like a robot that never relaxes, it has its fixed procedures and operating logic for everything it does.

Probably when the woman took her third mouthful of food, there was a knock on the door of her room.

The woman stopped eating, then raised her eyes to look at the door, slowly put down the knife and fork in her hand, straightened her neckline and said.

"Come in."

A moment later, a woman, also in military uniform, entered the room.

"Anjie, you are awake. These are the recent expenditures in the regiment. These are the entrusted tasks recently issued by several nearby greenhouses. This is the list of relatives of the sacrificed regiment members in the last operation. This is the estimated indicator in the regiment next month... "..."

While talking, the woman who entered the door handed the documents in her hand to the woman at the dining table one by one.

"Please take a look and sign it by the way. I'll come and get it later. Oh, and by the way, you want me to bring the Greenhouse Times."

Putting the last newspaper on the table, the woman who came in after gave a military salute skillfully, then turned and left.

She looked vigorous and resolute, and she seemed to be quite busy.

In fact, as the secretary of a large mercenary regiment, she does have a lot of things to do.

The woman sitting at the dining table rubbed her brows with a headache after her secretary left.

"That's a lot."

Looking at the documents on the table, she said helplessly, a trace of fatigue appeared in her sharp eyes.

But then, she picked up the newspaper on top and read it slowly while eating breakfast.

Morning is her rare rest time, and she doesn't want to waste it on work.

A huge painting appeared on the cliff ice wall of the western ice field, which caused a sensation and crowds.

Is it so exaggerated?

After a brief glance at the attached photo, the woman named An Jie at the table nodded flatly.

It's really pretty.

Greenhouse No. [-] in the west has successfully resisted herd infestation, and the snow train may become a feasible method.

Why is it all news from the western ice field?

But for a small greenhouse, it is indeed not easy to be able to resist the beast disaster.

Thinking like this, the woman continued to turn the newspaper in her hand to the next page.

But the next moment, her hand stopped there.

Perhaps because of excitement, in about one breath, the edges of the newspaper were crumpled together by her.

The woman's brows were tightly frowned, and the sharpness in her eyes seemed to be even sharper. There seemed to be a little puzzlement and a little anger in her expression.

Why she lost her composure like this is still unclear.

But what is certain is that on the page of the newspaper she was looking at, such a message was written.

There was a large-scale private concert in Greenhouse No. [-] in the west—on the night of the snowstorm, the manager temporarily received refugees. Is it a righteous act or a foolish act?

There is a photo attached to the text, which shows two faint figures reflected on the screen on a broadcasting tower.

I can't see the specific face clearly, but at least I can see the general body shape and outline clearly.

"Is that you?" After a while, a soliloquy sounded in the room.

After a while, the newspaper was gently placed on the table, while the woman reached into her pocket and took out an old badge.

Sitting at the dining table, looking at the badge in her hand, the woman finally sighed slowly.

"Maybe it's just that I admit it wrong..."

After all, that person has not appeared again for too long.

　Even if it is officially launched today, thank you for your support as usual.However, the results of this book should not be very good. After all, it really doesn’t look like an online novel. For myself, writing a story that I have always wanted to write is just purely out of hobby.So here I don't ask you for any subscriptions or recommendations. If you like it, you can watch it. If you don't like it, you can save some money, and you can have a few more breakfasts, laughing and crying.At the same time, I am also very grateful that there was not a single tip here yesterday, um, the amount is a bit large.I am very happy that you like my work, but I personally do not recommend such a large amount of reward from you.If you like it, just leave a comment.

　　Finally, I'm sorry again, because I didn't save the manuscript because of the hand, so I can't update it when it's on the shelf. As a one-shift beast, I'm really sorry.But please believe me, no matter whether the grades of this book are good or not, I will write it seriously, at least, it is worthy of me, and I should do it.

　　

　

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