In front of the dilapidated stone house, the voice was silent for a moment. It wasn't until the young man standing on the left side snatched the newspaper from the girl's hand, took it to the front and carefully reviewed it again, and then pushed the other teenager next to him with his hand and said out loud.

"York, guess what I saw?"

"I just saw it, don't you need to guess this one, idiot Joel." The young man named York replied reluctantly, and then he also approached his twin brother and snatched the newspaper.

"Get out of the way, I can't see it, what's the back, where is this planet, how far is it from our planet?"

"I'm watching, I'm watching." As he spoke, Joel handed York half of the newspaper to York, so that the two of them could hold it together.

Seeing the teenagers' attentive appearance, the girl standing in front of them smiled.

"Hey, I said, why don't we go to your base and take a look."

"I think it's a good idea, York." The young man standing on the left thought for a moment, nodded and said.

"I haven't seen our big guy in six hours, and I just want to touch its metal shell and tell it the great news."

"Damn, can you not say it so disgusting, but we do need to speed up a bit now, come on, maybe catch a few snow worms for breakfast on the way."

"Uh, can we stop eating that, I brought jerky." Looking at the young man on the right and turning away, the girl who heard the words snow worm seemed to remember some bad memories and said with an ugly face.

"That thing has three times as much protein as regular meat." York, who was walking away, said without looking back.

Joel, on the other hand, quietly leaned over to the girl's side and asked in a whisper.

"Can you give me a slice of jerky?"

"Joel!" Not far away, York's stern call was heard, and Joel was so frightened that he hurried to follow.

It's strange to say that he is obviously an older brother, but he always listens to his younger brother unconsciously.

But there shouldn't be anything wrong with that, I'm just taking care of York as my father asks.

Running on the road, Joel thought so, took the newspaper in his hand, looked at York's back not far away, and looked back at the girl who was chasing, only to feel that the sun was quite warm today, and the sun was extremely comfortable.

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Yanagihara refueled a new round of supplies and left the Central Greenhouse 10 with Al.

There are not many rare ores left behind by De Rosso, which makes Yanagihara start to think about accepting commissions again. Otherwise, she would not even be able to afford Al daily oxygen after another greenhouse.

Of course, Yanagihara himself does not need to take oxygen, and only occasionally when he pretends to be like him, he will take a puff or two.

Al knew about this, and wasn't even surprised by it. Because although the oxygen on the ice sheet is thin, there are always some people who can adapt to it. (It's like some people get a lot of altitude sickness, but some people don't feel it much.) ）

This kind of thing still depends on everyone's physical fitness.

Because there is no longer a professional employer badge, Yanagihara did not go to a professional commission agency to take the task, but just thought to see if he could find any work on the road.

So, this journey full of uncertainty continues in such an uncertain plan.

When night approached, Yanagihara would stop and rest, and recently she had developed a habit of listening to the radio, and the name of the old man named Aztod would always appear on the radio.

It must be admitted that the radio signal of the Central Ice Sheet is very good, unlike the Western Ice Field, which always stumbles when it sounds like the radio.

Yanagihara would write his notes while listening to the information on the radio. And whenever she heard news from Aztod, she would stop her pen and listen quietly.

Al didn't understand how the old man who lived alone in the observatory could suddenly become so famous, only that he was doing something very meaningful.

But Yanagihara's opinion on this is.

"No, he's just doing something meaningless."

Al obviously didn't understand this, she just listened to the slightly excited voice on the radio and thought blankly.

Is it pointless to give people hope?

This immature girl seems to have begun to think about the most difficult questions of this era.

Will she have an answer, after all she has been through.

Perhaps only time will tell.

That night, the moonlight was shining brightly, but it shone on the snow, but it was inexplicably a little too pale.

Yanagihara listened to the radio, leaned back in the driver's seat, silently held a pen, and wrote such a passage in his notebook.

"If false hope is dashed, what will it bring, my dear homeland, are you already only my fantasy?"

"Smack." Slowly lighting a cigarette for herself, Yanagihara realized that the box of cigarettes had been smoked by her.

Slipping the cigarette case back into his pocket, Yanagihara lazily put his feet on the steering wheel and hummed softly while smoking.

It's still the one on the water side, this is her parents' favorite song, and it was often played at home when she was a child, and she remembered it when she listened to it. So much so that until now, it will hum inadvertently.

If the time could be fixed forever in the afternoon of that year, if I could snuggle up to you forever.

I miss you, Dad, Mom······

I miss home, I really miss it······

But will I be able to find my way back?

I still remember that there were two old trees at the intersection, would you still be standing there waiting for me?

Has Dad's bike been changed, and how is Mom's body?

To my frozen homeland, are you already just my fantasy?