In fact, there is another more realistic reason why Yanagihara agreed to the girl's commission, that is, the No. 4 greenhouse in the west is just east of the No. 3 greenhouse in the west.

Yanagihara was going to the east, and he would definitely pass by the No. 4 greenhouse when he stopped to rest halfway, so agreeing to the girl's commission could be regarded as making some extra money along the way.

"So, can you tell me who you want to send the letter to?"

Now that he was already a guest, Yanagihara looked at the girl again, and said with a rather kind look on his lifeless face as much as he could.

It was a very shallow smile, and I have to say that Yanagihara is indeed a person who is very good for laughing. Just a simple smile softened her somewhat vicious face.

Coupled with her extremely handsome facial features, even though she was disgraced, the girl still blushed subconsciously when she looked at her.

"Send it, give it to my sister Alice."

The girl stammered, just like Fang Cai, and couldn't tell whether it was shy or timid.

Alice, what a popular name.

muttered in his heart impolitely, and Yanagihara also found some problems in his stunned mind.

"Since you are going with me, can't you say anything to her face to face, why do you have to write a letter?"

Unable to understand this, Yanagihara put his hand on his neck, looking a little more lazy.

She looked into the girl's eyes, just like the girl, they were very clean eyes, which were rare, because most of the eyes of people nowadays were dull.

"This." The girl grabbed the letter in her hand, pursed her lips, and lowered her head.

"There are some things that you can't say directly."

"Oh, that's it." Yanagihara can probably understand what the girl meant, because she is also writing a letter to her hometown.

In this world, there are indeed some words that are difficult to say in person.

Otherwise, it will probably be a shame.

Perhaps thankfully, even in despair, Yanagihara understands the importance of shame.

"Well, I'll get you safely to Greenhouse No. 4." With a sigh of relief, Yanagihara stretched out a hand to the girl.

The girl stared blankly at Yanagihara for a moment, then smiled as if it could illuminate everything.

"Hmm!"

She replied heavily and took her hand over Yanagihara's hand.

Yanagihara's hand was extremely cold, but for a moment, the girl did not notice its abnormality.

"Alright, let's go."

Letting go of the girl, getting up and patting the dust on his buttocks, Yanagihara waved at the girl while moving his neck.

Although her figure is very barren, her height is not short, she is about 1.75 meters tall, which is already taller than the height of ordinary men in this era.

"Okay, okay!"

The girl hurriedly followed her.

The rusty iron plates were thrown to the ground, and the voices of conversation grew farther and farther away.

"We can't rush to Greenhouse No. 4, we need a little bit of preparation before then, so now you're going to go with me to buy supplies first, so we can leave tomorrow morning, understand······"

"Understood."

In the open street, a tall woman in a dark brown coat walked ahead, followed by a girl with silver-white hair.

Probably because of the disrepair, the street lights on the side of the road occasionally flicker.

Yanagihara put her hands in her pockets and walked lazily, she should have walked for a while, and she suddenly asked the girl again.

"By the way, what's your name?"

The girl couldn't keep up with Yanagihara's footsteps, so she could only trot a few steps from time to time.

"Al." She replied with a slight gasp.

Sure enough, the name sounds more popular.

couldn't help but muttered another sentence in his heart, and Yanagihara didn't say anything more.

Instead, Al then asked her, "What about you, what is your name?" ”

"I ······" Yanagihara seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then said aloud: "Yanagihara." ”

"Yanagihara." Aylmer read the name over again, tilted his head and said innocently.

"It's a strange name."

"Yes." Yanagihara didn't care about Al's words, but admitted that her name was indeed a bit special for the people here.

Probably noticing Al's struggle, she slowed down a bit, then raised her eyes to the dome in the greenhouse.

"Because, I wandered from a far away······"

Under the dome, steel in the greenhouse is staggered.

Outside the dome, there is the same snowfall after the disaster.

······

Al felt that Yanagihara was a very reliable person, at least until Yanagihara took her into a tavern on the corner under the pretext of buying supplies.

But after Yanagihara exchanged half of his jerky for a cup of junk wine that could last a night, Al realized that he was wrong. She felt her innocence as a child, which gave her a sense of fear that she had been deceived.

Seeing Yanagihara sitting at the bar and taking a slow sip of the fishy drink, Al couldn't say a word, just stood there with his eyes red.

Junk wine, which can be said to be one of the few remaining spiritual enjoyments of the common people after the disaster. As the cheapest and most common drink in greenhouses, its raw materials are not cherished, and it can even be said to be extremely rare. It can be seen in many places in ice fields and even greenhouses.

It is a plant called garbage grass, which grows on buried or unburied corpses as feed. I don't know who discovered that it can make wine, but this garbage-like weed has finally had a little effect.

But perhaps because of its particular way of growing, the wine made from this grass always has a strong fishy smell.

But who cares, in such an era, being able to drink a glass of wine is already a rare luxury, and do you need to think about anything else?

The pungent smell in the air is the unique taste of junk wine, and some people even call it its unique charm.

The environment in the tavern is very shabby, the tables and chairs are all made of discarded metal, and some of them don't even look like tables and chairs, but they know that there are probably people sitting on them.

The atmosphere around was also chaotic, with some of the drinkers making loud noises and some getting drunk.

Humans are really strange creatures, and even in today's circumstances, they don't forget to have fun.

The sight and the foul smell in the bar made Al frown at a good look.

She looked at Yanagihara, as if she had barely raised some courage, and asked out loud.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

"yes." Yanagihara drank the junk wine in his hand in one gulp, turned his head sideways, shook the wine glass at Al, and said as if he was laughing.

"It's in my blood, and I wouldn't have survived without it, let alone made it through the ice fields."

As she spoke, she picked up the rest of the jerky and took a bite.

Well, it's a bit hard.

"Did you lie to me?" Al asked, his eyes were red, and he clenched his fists, but the unconfident voice had no deterrent power.

She knew that without the guarantee of a third party, Yanagihara would not have any constraints, and even if she took all the remuneration directly without completing the commission, she would not have any way to do it.

But she originally thought that Yanagihara might be a good person, but the truth told her that she was probably wrong.

Sure enough, is it still a child?

"So in the future, you don't trust other people so easily."

Yanagihara reluctantly put the wine glass on the bar, beckoned the waiter to add wine, looked at Al again and again, thought about it, and straightened his expression and said.

"But you're lucky, I didn't lie to you, I'll take you to Greenhouse No. 4, I promise in my name. Just before that, you can take a good rest here. After all, it's a lot warmer here than outside. ”

Looking at Yanagihara's serious appearance, Al was silent for a moment, and then finally slowly calmed down, and looked away from his eyes and whispered.

"I hope so."

She sniffled her nose, and at this point she could only trust Yanagihara, because she had given everything she had.

She really wanted to see her sister again, and for that reason, she was willing to believe in any possibility, even if it was just a little hope that was barely visible.

Without saying anything more to Eldo, Yanagihara began to sit by the bar in a daze, looking out of place with the people around him.

Al found a bench to sit on, and she was like a lonely little beast, terrified and worried about the unknown.

In the corner of the tavern was a pile of rubble, on which sat an ugly-looking man.

Amid the noise of the tavern, he played slowly with an accordion that he had used for an unknown number of years, and sang a ballad in that deep voice.

The melodious voice of the singer seems to carry the thoughts and sorrows of the singer to everyone's ears.

"Well, my dear hometown, do you remember me?"

"Maybe you don't remember anymore, because I've been away from you for too long."

"Well, my dear hometown, do you remember me?"

"I believe I will always miss you, in my long barren heart."

······

The tavern was quiet, and the people who were still drinking were inexplicably silent, and they turned their ears to listen carefully to the emotions contained in the song.

In the post-disaster era, people have little sustenance, which makes even a moving song seem precious.

Al narrowed her eyes comfortably, and sat down on the bench and hugged her legs.

It's a lot warmer inside the tavern than outside, and the warmth always makes people more lazy.

It was as if everyone was listening to the song.

Only Yanagihara was still sitting there, looking at the wine glass, in a daze.

Outside the greenhouse, there are snowflakes, and the street on the side of the road is lit up.

In front of the tavern's door, the light and shadow in the door reflected on the gray pavement, and the figures swayed in the faint light. And the song that sang about his hometown echoed softly in this night.

I don't know when, but presumably in the midst of the song, Al fell asleep.

As for Yanagihara, she couldn't sleep peacefully.

······

It was not until the next morning that the people in the tavern gradually left.

In the almost empty tavern, Yanagihara put down the wine glass in his hand and turned his head to look at Al.

The girl was curled up there, her cheeks lying in the crook of her arms, her mouth slightly open, her eyes closed, and she slept soundly.

The slender eyelashes fluttered unconsciously from time to time, as if they were dreaming about something.

Yanagihara stood up and walked over to her, waiting for a moment as she looked asleep, then leaned down and pulled a hand at her cheek.

It feels good.

"Whew!" The sleeping Al whimpered and woke up faintly.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and when she saw Yanagihara in front of her, the girl must have been a little frightened. She quickly sat up, shrunk her body back, and said in a bit of panic.

"What, what's wrong?"

Yanagihara's hand froze in place, looked at her quietly for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and replied, "It's time to go." ”

With that, she reached out to the girl again.

Al didn't know what she was going to do, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she was leaning back on the bench at this time, and there was nowhere to hide.

She could only watch as the hand rested on her head as she nervously closed her eyes.

But Yanagihara didn't do anything, she simply tidied up the girl's somewhat messy short white hair, and then withdrew her hand, straightened up and said.

"Let's go."

Al cautiously opened his eyes.

At this time, Yanagihara had already walked past her and walked out the door.

All she could see was the back, as if it was blocking the light from the door.

Al was stunned, for in her dreams, she seemed to have seen such a sight.

It was a man, standing in the light.