"Hmph, hmph, hmph."

Under the blue sky, a vague voice came faintly from afar, it sounded like a lazy person, humming an equally lazy song,

The sound of this humming song is not very beautiful, if you really want to talk about it, it should probably be said to be a little neutral, the voice is mixed with the low voice of some male voices, and at the same time, there is a little sweetness of female voices. Both of these could have been considered beautiful sounds, but when they were put together, it made people feel strange and indescribable.

There are no clouds in the sky, which makes the direct sunlight seem a bit harsh.

On the snowfield as far as the eye can see, an extremely old snowmobile is parked in this vast expanse of silver-white. With a muffled sound like a lingering breath, wisps of blackened steam unwillingly spilled out. It's like an angry old man, who is banging on crutches to vent his dissatisfaction.

The humming sound that was not light or heavy came from under this dilapidated motorcycle.

If you look closely, there is indeed a person lying under the motorcycle, a man wearing a brown and black coat.

Right now, the man was holding a wrench in his hand, and he was turning a screw on the bottom of the motorcycle. The stand that was propped up by the motorcycle was rusty, and one couldn't help but worry that the next moment the brackets that didn't look reliable would break, causing the snowmobile to fall on the person underneath.

Fortunately, until the man slowly tightened the screws, the trembling brackets showed no signs of breaking, but the base that supported them sank a little further into the snow.

The humming stopped, and the man in the overcoat pushed himself out from under the motorcycle.

That's when she revealed her face.

Yes, it was her, although she was a little barren in stature, but it was undeniable that she was a woman, and a rather young-looking woman.

Judging from her appearance, she should have only been about twenty years old, and her long black hair, which should have been jet black and shiny, was hanging messily on her shoulders at this time, tied haphazardly with an army-green belt. I don't know how long it has been since I washed it, and there is conspicuous flakes and grease everywhere on it. At the same time, her face was stained with a lot of pitch-black oil, and with the wide coat and trousers, she really didn't dare to compliment. It's like a beggar who has just woken up from a trash can.

But contrary to her raunchy dress, her facial features are quite handsome, yes, although it may not be appropriate to describe a woman as handsome, but the first impression of her face is indeed so.

An endless snowfield, an old snowmobile, a scruffy but handsome woman.

I have to say that the beginning of this story is probably quite strange.

This woman's name is Yanagihara, and as she looks, it's a strange name. It's obviously more like a man's name than a woman's, and it's really rare for this land.

"It's really unlucky, why did it break down halfway."

Next to the snowmobile, Yanagihara complained as he grabbed his dirty hair while looking at the motorcycle in front of him.

"Hey, you'd better get better for me, it's not time for you to die." As he spoke, Yanagihara kicked the body of the car emitting black smoke.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Several more puffs of thick, pungent smoke erupted from the car and sprayed onto Yanagihara's face unbiasedly.

"Ahem, ahem." Coughing and raising his hand to disperse the black mist on his face, Yanagihara listened to the sound of the engine returning to normal, and his face looked a little better.

"Sure enough, these machines are all cheap bones, if they are broken, they have to be kicked to be kicked."

Yanagihara muttered casually, leaning over and breaking off the stand that supported the motorcycle. With a muffled thud, the snowmobile slammed to the ground, and Yanagi hung the removed bracket next to the back seat of the car.

A quick look reveals that alongside the brackets are a roll of military canvas, a portable stove, a few loops of wire, and a medium-sized black tool bag.

Putting the wrench back in the tool bag and re-zipping it, Yanagihara looked at the snowfield to the east and sighed inexplicably.

She straddled the motorcycle and reached for the handlebars.

"Let's keep going."

With this soft, she restarted the bike and drove off into the distance.

The wind blew the hair of the people on the cart, the smooth snow was turned over by the tracks and skis, and the tiny motorcycles drifted farther and farther away on the almost empty snowfield, and finally faded into the direction of the sky.

Now, it's time for us to tell you what kind of story it is.

In fact, to put it simply, the content of this story is probably only one sentence: Yanagihara is an immortal who wants to return to her hometown to end her life.

As for why this is done, maybe it is to return to the roots, which is an indescribable local feeling. Or maybe she's just tired of such a world, such a world, such a world that is too empty.

But if you want to tell it in verbose terms, it's a bit of a long story.

On that day, people fell into "despair".

Oh, and don't get me wrong, the double quotation marks here don't mean false, but the meaning of emphasis. The reason is that the people of that day did face a catastrophe that they had never faced before. And it was also from that day that this blue planet, originally called Blue Star, was completely plunged into ice and snow in a short period of time.

The catastrophe began with a terrible impact, a sudden collision that shook the earth and swept away a heat wave that seemed to destroy everything. The world seems to be telling people that the end has come.

But apparently, that was just the beginning of the nightmare. After the impact, the ocean swallowed up large swaths of the land, and a cold snap from nowhere covered the home planet that had nurtured people to this day with layers of snow and ice, making her cold and cruel.

Probably this is the wrath of nature's late onset, which heralded the arrival of a second mass extinction hundreds of millions of years after the first extinction. At this time, the children's cries and begs for mercy no longer have any effect on her, and even as a mother, she no longer has any possibility of soft-heartedness.

After the catastrophe, the world has become a different place, and the planet has become a white snowfield, and it seems that only the ruins buried in the snow can prove the civilization of the past.

A small number of humans barely survived, not in the catastrophe, but survived on the ruins of civilization, and built a new city-state in this wasteland and snowy fields, the greenhouse.

Weathering the cold and the infestation of mutated creatures after the apocalypse, the people began their second era, which they called, the post-apocalyptic era.

At the same time, there is no doubt that from that day on, humanity has fallen into a state of despair that it has never felt before.

The loss of technology and knowledge has caused a fault line in human civilization, and the primitive barbarism and some of the technology left over from before the disaster are intertwined, making this era seem abrupt and difficult to integrate.

The massive retreat of greenery has made the air outside the greenhouse unusually thin, but the mutated beasts are surprisingly tall and unusually tall. Fruits and grains became the pleasures of the superior people, while ordinary people could only survive by eating the flesh and blood of wild beasts.

Interestingly, people seem to have classes at all times, but they have to distinguish themselves from wild beasts. But one thing, which is always the same among people after a disaster, does not make any difference because of their status, and that is that almost all people have no hope for the future.

The reason is simple, because the resources available are no longer enough to support people through such an era.

As for Yanagihara, her life experience is very complicated, and what she really wants to say may not be clear for a long, long time, so let's briefly explain it here.

She was a pre-apocalyptic person, so she had witnessed the cataclysm that had plunged everyone into despair, and she had died in the same way. Although he was not what he is now, it is undeniable that he did die.

Until she woke up again, in an endless field of ice and snow, in such a body.

She had become a completely different person, and at first, she had the joy of waking up again. And she also found that she couldn't die. That's right, you can't die in the literal sense of the word. She couldn't feel the cold, she didn't feel the pain, she couldn't even feel the flow of her own blood. Her broken arm only needed a breath to heal, her wounds healed instantly as soon as they appeared, and even if she fell off a cliff and suffered a fatal injury, she was able to tremble and rise to her feet and repair her body quickly.

She thought she was going to start a new life, she thought it was, or in a way it was.

It's just that this new life is not as good as she thought, even if she is endowed with extraordinary abilities.

At first, she was able to enjoy it, but she found a gathering place for humans and began to learn about the aftermath of the disaster. But as time went by, she was gradually assimilated by the people of this era. Because almost everyone knows that the shallow layers of the ice sheet have less and less resources to obtain, and that the existing technology of mankind is simply not enough to mine too deep underground. So unless the ice and snow subside, sooner or later, humanity will face a real extinction due to the depletion of resources.

Yanagihara has seen refugees who had to move en masse in greenhouses where resources have been depleted, people who have frozen to death in the ice fields, and unlucky people who have become ill and even committed suicide because they have accidentally eaten the carcasses of inedible beasts.

For a hundred years, or two hundred years, Yanagihara didn't know how long she had been walking in this snow and ice, she only knew that she was getting more and more desperate day by day, until she no longer had any hope in the world. She's used to the walking dead, to the lifeless greenhouse, to the snow that almost never changes.

Finally, one day she made a decision, and it wasn't a very difficult decision. She was going to die, to return to the sea in her native land, and then sink to the bottom of the sea.

Perhaps for the sake of the sense of ceremony, for this one thing, she also began to write a letter.

It's called, to my frozen hometown.

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