In the camp, the flames burned, and the sparks danced and crackled in them.

Al and Yanagihara sat together, looking through the flames at the passing crowd.

They either work in pairs or in groups to carry things.

As guests, the three Yanagihara were asked not to do anything, but only to wait until the banquet was ready.

Liz was lying bored on the snowmobile, listening to music with a pair of headphones.

"Yanagihara." Presumably after looking at the refugees around for a while, Al said to Yanagihara.

"These people seem to have changed a lot."

"yes." Yanagihara nodded, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said jokingly.

"Because people are fickle creatures."

"That's right." Liz, who was lying on the side, flipped through her phone and said lazily squinting her eyes.

"Depending on the situation, at different moments, and in different places, the same person will react differently to the same thing. This is the most elusive part of human nature. ”

The next moment, Yanagihara stretched out his finger and flicked it on Liz's forehead.

"Don't say you seem to know human nature very well, it's all something philosophers study."

"Hmm!" Liz covered her forehead and exhaled, but it was rare that she didn't complain, but turned her head and looked at Yanagihara seriously.

"To tell you the truth, I do have some knowledge in this area."

After looking at the funny Liz in silence for a moment, Yanagihara chuckled and shook his head away.

"Yanagihara, you really should smile more." A moment later, Liz's voice came from the car again.

"It's a lot better looking than when you usually have a straight face."

Although it does not necessarily meet the aesthetic standards of ordinary people for women, Yanagihara's handsomeness is still undeniable.

"Uh-huh." Yanagihara replied casually, leaning against the wall with his hands behind his head.

"As you said, I will react differently to the same thing at different times."

For example, right now, she's in a good mood.

The setting sun in the distance emits a golden-red afterglow, accompanied by flames, dyeing the snow-covered ruins a relatively warm color.

With smiles on people's faces, Yanagihara closed his eyes lightly and let out a slight breath.

In the middle of the ring, she took out the pen and paper in her arms, sat outside the crowd, and wrote the "story" that was sealed as a letter.

One day she will die with these "stories", along with words she has never recounted.

"To my frozen hometown, today's sunset, it is as bright as you are."

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The banquet went well, and Yanagihara met Northford's wife and daughter, one gentle and virtuous, the other innocent and lively. It must be admitted that if there had been no disaster, Northumber would have been a happy man.

Refugees sat around campfires and drank drinks. Even the elderly will take a sip or two under the persuasion of the young people, and in any case, it will also warm their bodies a little.

Half a month of hunting has left the camp stockpiled enough food to survive a snowstorm that could last for days.

That's why they hold banquets, because when supplies are sufficient, people's confidence is extremely important.

As the original city administrator, Northford was clearly very good at handling this kind of thing, and the banquet was just as well timed.

It seems that everyone has thought that they will survive.

But Liz, who was sitting on the sidelines, knew very well that a blizzard was never a disaster that could be avoided so easily.

So during the celebratory feast, she remained silent.

The warmer the flames, the more indifferent the expression on her face became.

Because she knew that this banquet was just a way for people to deceive themselves, and that at least half of them would die in those snowy nights, which was not something to celebrate.

Seeing the people gather around the campfire and dance, Liz suddenly moved herself and sat down in Yanagihara's arms.

Yanagihara's body is very cold, and as a person who has lived together for so many days, Liz is naturally very clear.

That's why she wanted to sit in.

"What are you doing?" Yanagihara looked at Liz suspiciously, and asked out loud.

"It's too warm." Liz replied with her eyes down.

"It's better to sit next to you and feel realistic."

With that, she leaned back again, leaning completely on Yanagihara's body.

Yanagihara seemed to understand what Liz meant, was silent for a while, smiled helplessly, and gently reached out to hug the girl.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be warm?"

"If it's warm now, it'll be even colder when the blizzard comes."

Liz said this, feeling the chill coming from Yanagihara, and seemed to be relieved.

I have to say that she is really an awkward person.

Sometimes it's crazy, sometimes it's sane.

If I had to say it accurately, she was probably a person who was crazy about herself and rational about others.

By the campfire, neither of them spoke anymore.

Liz watched the crowd in silence, while Yanagihara watched Eyre, who was playing with Northford's daughter, Nana.

The silence lasted for a long time, until Yanagihara suddenly spoke.

"Actually, my body will also get warmer."

"As long as it's warm enough."

"Don't talk about it, you can't even feel the cold."

Yanagihara's body is not afraid of the cold, and Liz has heard about this from Al's mouth.

"Huh." Yanagihara raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "Someone told you, is your mouth very poisonous?" ”

"You're the first." Liz drooped her eyes and shrunk into Yanagihara's arms, her head lowering Yanagihara's chin.

"I'm sorry if I poked you in the sore spot."

"Forget it, it's okay."

The communication between the two was clear and simple.

Under the light of the fire, Liz was held by Yanagihara, and after a moment of silence, she spoke again.

"Yanagihara."

"Huh?"

"Don't let me go just yet······"

"Hmm."