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Grease was beating on the iron plate, the smell of barbecue was wafting above the snow, and there was a little snow in the sky, and everyone sat around to feel the warmth and light of the flames.

"I promise, it's the best barbecue I've ever had." Jester sat cross-legged on the snow, his head bowed and a piece of hind leg meat in his heart.

"It's just because you've eaten too much Kent broth." On the other side of the fire, he shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, chewing vigorously and slowly.

"I said." Kent, who was handling the ingredients with his head down, raised his head with a dark face.

"Do you have any comments on my broth?"

"In every sense of the word." Jester bit the leg in his hand and tore off a large bite.

"I have some opinions."

The corners of Kent's mouth twitched fiercely: "Then I hope you can insist on not eating next time." ”

Yanagihara sat on the side, quietly helping Al with her portion of the barbecue.

The sound of the flames is inexplicably calming.

De Rosso had already taken the medicine and was now enjoying it comfortably with the others.

By the light of the fire, he looked around the cheeks of everyone, and the distinct light and shadow made everyone's appearance seem so profound.

Time seemed to stand still in this brief moment, giving people some breathing room.

De Rosso looked at it intently, slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

He had some regrets, yes, some regrets, why he hadn't been able to get to know this group of people earlier.

Why didn't I sit by the fire with them earlier, laughing and talking without hesitation?

However, this is where people are nostalgic in life, and there are always many regrets in the process, so people will be unwilling and persistent.

"That's right." Suddenly, Jester slapped his thigh and smiled mysteriously at the crowd.

"You wait here for a while, and I'll go get you something good."

With that, he got up and ran towards the car that had been parked beside him.

The haste, one foot deep and one foot shallow, was ridiculous, like a lame land duck chasing fleeing worms in the snow.

Even Yanagihara looked at him and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

It didn't take long for Jester to return, this time with an extra yellowish bottle of wine in his hand.

"This is my treasure, there are not a few bottles in total, I usually don't take it out, today is a rare joy, let's have a few drinks together."

As she spoke, Jester distributed the few tin cans he had brought with him to the others.

When it was Al's turn, he teased a little.

"How about it, little El, would you like to have a drink too?"

He thought that he would be driven away by Yanagihara, but he didn't know that Yanagihara really looked at Al and asked seriously.

"Want to drink?"

"I mean, children can't drink, right?" Kent sat on the side and said helplessly, raising his brow.

"It's okay to drink a little." Maika replied lightly: "I started drinking when I was six years old. ”

"Do you think they're all like you?" Kent glared at him: "Grow old and decrepit." ”

"In fact, I'm twenty-nine years old, so I'm not old."

"Please don't mind, you look like you're forty years old, old man."

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Ignore the McCay and Kent bickering.

Here, Al was stunned for a moment when he listened to Yanagihara's question, and hesitated for a moment before he stretched out a finger to Jester and whispered.

"Give me a small glass, please."

"No problem." Jester grinned, and poured a small half-jar of wine for Al without any distress.

"This is a symbol of maturity, don't worry, it's okay to try."

"I can't drink that much."

"It's okay, you can give more to Yuan."

I have to say that this group of rough people don't know what it means to take care of children, and if Al's sister is still here, I'm afraid they will be so angry that each of them will have an iron fist of the Child Protection Association.

Flames, barbecue, and ale, these three things are not complicated, but they are enough to make the perfect banquet for the aftermath.

On this night, everyone had a smile on their faces, even Yanagihara, who seemed to be able to fit in.

Jester spoke eloquently, unconcernedly exaggerating his past adventures, what went deep into the herds, what snowy mountains to survive, what adventures he took alone, and he said them as if he were the greatest adventurer in the world.

If it weren't for his cheeks, which had turned red from the ale, and his slurred gibberish, Yanagihara would have believed that he had done these things.

Maika sat quietly on the sidelines, smiling and looking at a photo.

That's his family, Kent introduced him, and I've heard that they all died in an accident, but McCa still remembers it from time to time.

Kent learned from Yanagihara the art of barbecue and the control of the heat, and Yanagihara was undoubtedly experienced in this area.

So much so that this food-loving middle-aged man sat by the fire and marveled again and again.

Al was still drinking ale little by little, this regular drink didn't have a strong fishy smell like junk wine, but it still didn't taste acceptable to Al.

The girl frowned drunk, and from time to time she stuck out her tongue like a kitten and shivered.

A little blushing is very cute.

De Rosso sat comfortably to the side, squinting his eyes and holding the jug in his hand, and took another shallow sip of his drink.

He smiled and sighed as he looked at the crowd at the flames, who were almost ignoring each other, but enjoying themselves.

Normally, he would want to paint a picture at this time, but now he is in a state of being full of food and drink, so he is too lazy to move.

Just be lazy a little, De Rosso thought.

The flames danced, and the light of the fire dimmed the surrounding landscape.

The boy looked up at the flying snow in the sky, and in the depths of the night sky, he could still see a little starlight twinkling.

One or two snowflakes fell into his jug, and then quickly melted into the wine.

"You say." Half-lying on the ground, De Rosso smiled lightly and spoke to the crowd in a trance.

"Isn't it the same way that the sky was in the pre-disaster era?"

There was silence by the fire, and for a moment everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the zenith.

In the flickering firelight, in the sound of roasting, in the reflection of the wine.

"Huh." Suddenly, Jester laughed.

"Hahahaha······" Immediately after, everyone laughed.

What they were laughing at, maybe no one could tell.

They just want to laugh, laugh at them, it's like going back to a world without disaster.

Laugh at them as if you're just here for a picnic.

No one will die, and no one will leave.

No one will suffer, and no one will speak of suffering.

Everything was so peaceful, warm, casual, and blissful.

Was the sky like this before the disaster?

The world before the catastrophe, right?

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It would be nice to always be able to pass the night in a peaceful sleep.