Professor, your turtle!

Fu Mingyuan moved his eyes from the notebook to Ji Fan's face, and then looked out the window again.Suddenly, he answered irrelevantly and said, "The snow has stopped."

Ji Fan followed his line of sight, and sure enough, the blizzard that had been roaring all night was gone.

It was quiet outside, and the world of ice and snow returned to a dead silence again, as if nothing had happened.

The snow finally stopped.

Fu Mingyuan turned on the flashlight again, leaned over, and wrapped Ji Fan's coat.

Where are you going?

Ji Fan pointed to the door and made a question mark.

"En." Fu Mingyuan said briefly, "Let's go out and talk."

Ji Fan was confused, but he stood up with him and walked towards the gate of the base.

Antarctic storms come and go quickly.

When they went outside, Ji Fan realized that not to mention the strong wind, even the clouds in the sky had dispersed.One by one, the stars poked their heads out from the blue velvet sky, shining tirelessly.

The starlight was reflected on the pure white snow, giving it a majestic and majestic feeling.

Snowfield is very special.When the weather is not blowing, with the reflection of the snow, only a little light source is needed to see clearly.

Fu Mingyuan turned the flashlight to the brightest. With the help of the light, they could almost have a panoramic view of the entire base.What I thought was an extremely long journey home before, now it seems that it is only a short hundred meters.

Bypassing the messy square, Fu Mingyuan led Ji Fan to the edge of the base.

Why do you have to speak out?

The cold wind made Ji Fan's nose turn red. He wanted to ask Fu Mingyuan several times, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

It wasn't until he walked out of the base that Fu Mingyuan stopped, turned around, and said, "You really want to know what happened to them?"

Seeing Ji Fan nodding without hesitation, he smiled knowingly: "Sometimes I feel that we are actually very similar." He pointed to Ji Fan and then to himself, "Stubborn, never give up until we achieve our goal. Even if As a result, you will hurt yourself, but you still refuse to change."

Ji Fan tilted his head, a bit wanting to refute - what he said was not himself at all.

"Don't be so busy denying it," Fu Mingyuan shook his head helplessly, "Wait until later to see if I'm wrong."

After speaking, he glanced at Ji Fan again.

They are similar, yet superficially different.

Ji Fan is used to covering up his inner stubbornness with tenderness, hiding his sincerity for so long that he almost forgot even himself.As for him himself, his stubbornness has always been on the outside, like sharp spikes all over his body.

Two people who seem completely different have a resonance frequency unexpectedly in their hearts.

Ji Fan still didn't quite agree with it, but he didn't refute it.He raised the clipboard: "Just say it here?"

Fu Mingyuan turned around and pointed to the small broken house not far away that was leaking everywhere.

This wooden house has a lot of history and belongs to the explorers who first landed on this continent.

Later adventurers and scientists chose a site near it and built a progress station with more advanced technology. Gradually, this original station was forgotten by people.

The wooden house is at least tens of meters away from the nearest building of the Progress Station. It stands alone on the field and faces the satellite base station from north to south. It feels quite lonely.

The windows were all broken, Fu Mingyuan stopped at the door and tried to push the door.

There was even snow in the room, they were piled too deep, and half of the door was buried. Obviously, the wood had long since rotted, and it didn't budge even when it was pushed.

Fu Mingyuan seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, so he turned to the side and easily found a window that was completely broken and only empty.

Just at this moment, Ji Fan, with his keen sense of smell, suddenly caught a faint scent.

This smell is different from new snow, it is very old, and I can't tell if it is a stinky smell, but it is very special, and it smells a little familiar, and it is constantly emitting from the broken window.

Inside... there seems to be something.

Ji Fan looked around vigilantly, but could only see a blur of darkness.

The cold wind leaked into the room from the damaged part between the beam and the roof, and the narrow gap vibrated like a reed, and the whimpering sound was played by the gust of wind.

Fu Mingyuan hooked the window frame with one hand, flipped in neatly, and turned around to pull Ji Fan.

Soon, both of them entered the room.

Ji Fan sniffed uncomfortably—after entering the room, the weird smell became stronger than before.He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, buried his head and just walked forward, wanting to leave this room as soon as possible.

"Watch your step!"

clang.

The reminder was one step too late, and Ji Fan couldn't catch up, and accidentally kicked the discarded debris on the ground.

The glass jar rolled around, sank into the dark bottom of the cupboard, and was quickly out of sight.

Some slag-like bright yellow ice crystals fell on the ground, which seemed to be the traces left by the liquid that was originally stored in it after freezing and breaking.

It was only then that Ji Fan discovered that the weird smell might be the result of these daily necessities and food being frozen for too long.

"This way." Fu Mingyuan walked along the corridor to the end, and stood in front of the second-to-last door familiarly.

Without the obstruction of the snow, the dilapidated wooden door opened with a push.

Unexpectedly, unlike the chaotic main hall, this room looked very tidy, the glass windows were intact, and the weak parts of the walls were reinforced with felt, as if someone had survived here not long ago.

The quilts are stacked neatly, the toothbrush bowls are meticulous, and even the cutlery such as knives, forks and spoons are all tilted at the same angle.

If the owner of this room is not a soldier, he is probably a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As Ji Fan walked, he checked the situation in the room.

Walking to the desk, he found an upside-down iron piece.

Flipping to the front, there is a long list of foreign letters engraved on it.

He only recognizes the first name.

andre.

This is a dog tag pendant commonly used by soldiers.

Dog tags, also known as nameplates, are usually marked with names, serial numbers, military ranks, and some basic medical information.Once a casualty occurs in a war, even if the face is completely changed, it can be used to identify the identity of the dead or wounded.

It can be said that dog tags are one of the most cherished belongings of soldiers, and for some reason, they appear here.

Holding the thin metal piece, Ji Fan turned his head to look at Fu Mingyuan, but he was leaning against the window with his arms folded, with a calm expression on his face, and he didn't seem surprised.

"It's here that I found Andre's last diary." Fu Mingyuan raised his chin at the place where Ji Fan was standing.

He walked to the table, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a leather notebook from it.

Opening it up, the contents of the notebook are obviously different from the previous ones. There are no more funny illustrations or notes between the diaries. On the contrary, the owner of the notebook seems to be in a very depressed mood, with large sections filled with scribbled and messy handwriting.

There are traces of rough torn paper or large sections of handwriting left in the book. Some pages are crumpled, and some pages are browned by the coffee cup.

All signs seemed to indicate that Andre was not having a good time in this temporary shelter.

"Because of the rescue, he had a big fight with other team members, and was finally forced to leave the scientific research station alone." Fu Mingyuan walked to the wall while talking.

Lifting the map, I saw a more detailed volcano analysis map posted underneath, with detailed annotations made with thumbtacks and labels, and several routes into the interior of the volcano were carefully traced with different colored pens.

This... Ji Fan took a closer look and let out a low sigh of surprise.

The surface of the paper becomes brittle, which is the result of being rubbed for a long time. The tape on the edge is old yellow, and it is tightly bonded to the wall, which shows that it has been pasted in this room for a long time.

"This is Andre's rescue plan. He is the only one in the entire rescue team." Fu Mingyuan let go of his hand, and the map fell down again, blocking the extremely detailed plan.

"Then he..." Ji Fan really wanted to ask if he succeeded, but he quickly swallowed the words - if he succeeded, why did Andre fall to this point alone?

His diary went from initial impulsiveness to anxiety, and finally to despair.

"His Misha failed to survive from the very beginning. He was at the deepest position in the team, and he was also the first person to be buried in the earthquake." Fu Mingyuan closed the diary, gently stroking the rough leather surface with his fingertips.

Ji Fan felt a little sad, and gently grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind.Fu Mingyuan's hand dropped, and he grabbed his fingers with his backhand.

Divorce in life is something that cannot be helped.Because of this, those who can stay together seem so lucky.

"Mikhail's body was never found. Then the collective evacuation began, and Andrei stubbornly refused to leave. He moved back to the empty scientific research station and lived in Misha's former room, intending to wait for him. return."

Everyone knows that it is naturally impossible for the deceased to come back.

Waiting in vain day after day brings nothing but exhaustion and deeper despair.

Everyone knows it, only the lost ones don't believe it.

The cold wind knocked on the glass, and the roof whimpered like a complaint. Maybe it was the music you played for me again when you came back as promised.

"...He gradually began to hear Mikhail's voice, especially late at night, he often heard intermittent knocking on the door. When he opened the door, there was no one there, but once he returned to the room, the sound would reverberate again. He couldn't ignore it. He always felt that maybe one day, when he opened the door, he would see that lively young man who loved to laugh straight into his arms."

Under the diary is a piece of wrinkled letter paper, which seems to have been crumpled and discarded many times, and then smoothed out again.

Layer upon layer, large sections of text were repeatedly altered until they were crossed out.Finally left a short line of small print.

Fu Mingyuan smoothed the letter paper and read Andre's last confession slowly.

"...I love him. I've never loved him as much as I do now. Parting doesn't detract from his charm, just as we have been apart countless times, we will always meet again."

"We will always meet again..." Ji Fan said silently in his heart.

After all, they might as well meet again.

Perhaps on a certain cold winter night, he opened the door, left the warm shelter, and walked into the cold embrace of his lover.

Fu Mingyuan put the notes and letters in his arms, took Ji Fan out of the hut, and walked back slowly.

Not far from the entrance of the base, the thick snow was blown away by the wind, revealing the frozen lump of ice below.

The ice cube has long been completely invisible, but because of the violent storm last night, a small corner was broken on its edge.

There, an old, rusty harmonica looms indistinctly.

Ji Fan held up the flashlight, glanced across the side of the road from the corner of his eye, and immediately noticed the bright reflection of the metal casing.

He trotted forward in two steps, scraped away the ice and snow near the metal shell, and the exquisite harmonica was revealed in its entirety.

It seemed that the owner finally let go of his hand, and with a light touch, the harmonica fell off the edge of the ice cube and landed in Ji Fan's palm with a "slap".

Ji Fan subconsciously clenched the cold alloy shell, and looked at the ground in a daze. The ice and rocks were connected together, and he couldn't tell who was standing here.

At this time, Fu Mingyuan also stepped forward and gently embraced his shoulders.

At the gate of the base, they stood side by side in silence, and in front of them was the endless ice field, and in the distant dark clouds, there were faint clouds showing the outline of roses.