A snowstorm is coming, that's what the document that came from the meteorological observatory today says.

The news spread among the greenhouse soldiers early, and everyone's mood seemed to be a little heavy.

It was another sunless evening, and Greenhouse Soldier Johnson returned to his home with the supplies.

His wife, Jessica, greeted him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Where's Hannah?" Johnson handed the supplies into his wife's hands, barely smiled, looked around and asked.

Hannah is their daughter, a lovely eight-year-old girl.

"Writing a journal in the living room." Jessica smiled lightly and let go of the hands that were holding Johnson.

"Looks like I won't have a chance to be in our family's 'Family Daily' today, will I?" Johnson hooked the corners of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"In fact, if you had come back sooner, Hannah would have mentioned at the end of her diary what you would have looked like when you came home."

"That must be embarrassing." As he spoke, Johnson changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

"I'm going to prepare dinner." Jessica walked into the kitchen with her supplies, apparently intending to give the father and daughter some time to themselves.

In the living room, a brown-haired girl was sitting on the edge of a table with her legs dangling, as if she was writing something.

When she saw Johnson walk in, she immediately showed a bright smile, and then jumped off the chair next to the table and ran to Johnson's side and hugged him.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, my little one." Johnson smiled as well, leaning over and picking up the girl.

"Did you listen to your mother today?"

"Listen!"

"Well, that's good. Hey, is that your diary for today, let's see how? ”

"Good!" The girl replied with a smile and was carried to the table by Johnson.

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The time with the family is always warm and pleasant, and even the feeling of time slowing down is like a big hand, gently soothing people's hearts. It makes people so relaxed that they are too lazy to move.

And what is the cruelest thing for Johnson, the most cruel thing is that he knows that this greenhouse will eventually face destruction, but he can't do anything about it.

After dinner, Hannah went back to her room to rest under Jessica's care.

By the time Jessica came out, Johnson was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.

Noticing her husband's frowning appearance, Jessica sighed softly, sat down beside him worriedly, and asked softly.

"Isn't the situation in the greenhouse good?"

"Well, it's getting worse every year." Johnson rubbed his brow, put down the newspaper, and slowly put his arm around Jessica's shoulder.

"And recently a large number of refugees have gathered in the rubble outside, and when the snowstorm is over, we may have to clean up their bodies······

"Can't you contain them?" Jessica looked at her husband with complexity, and she knew that the person in front of her was not good at dealing with this kind of thing.

"With the resources inside the greenhouse now, it's impossible to contain so many people." Johnson said tiredly, tightening his grip on Jessica's hand.

"Besides, what if they riot over the distribution. There are too many unstable factors, and refusing to contain them is also a helpless decision. ”

Despite that, Johnson's brow showed no sign of loosening.

They are killing people, and Johnson knows that.

If the refugees gather to make trouble and force their way through the door of the greenhouse, then he may not have such a great psychological pressure.

But most of these refugees have simply left after being denied shelter, perhaps because they have been rejected so many times that they are used to it.

Only some refugees with children will continue to beg for their children to be housed in greenhouses.

However, Johnson, who received the order, could only refuse them again.

Watch as these people lose the last bit of brilliance on their faces, and then leave with their heads down.

Johnson didn't even dare to say a word more to them.

So half a month ago, Johnson had already proposed a transfer to the Guard Department. No longer guarding the door of the greenhouse, he was transferred to the weather station and was responsible for the auxiliary work of meteorological observations.

Trying not to let himself hear about the refugees again was the only thing he could do now.

To numb yourself in this way that borders on self-deception.

But is that all right?

Thinking back to the refugee father who had knelt in front of him and wept bitterly, Johnson lost his sleepiness again that night.

Yes, he is a weak man, so he does not even dare to face the death of others.

……

Yanagihara didn't know what Liz was crazy about today, so he took her and Elman to run around the ruins early, and checked the city's radio lines from beginning to end.

"So what the hell is going on, why are you so excited all of a sudden?"

Looking at Liz, who was still unable to calm down in the back seat of the car, Yanagihara casually added a gear to the snowmobile and asked out loud.

"You may not understand that, though. But believe me, I suddenly had a feeling that a blizzard was coming. ”

Liz looked up at the sky and whispered in her voice, her face flushed with excitement.

"Just your feelings?" Yanagihara tugged at his mouth stiffly.

She obviously couldn't accept it, she was woken up early in the morning and drove around most of the city, but it was just because of a feeling from Liz.

"So trust me, I've always felt very sensitive, like I could find you."

Liz trusts her instincts very much, which is probably one of the reasons why she looks like a madman.

People who do things by feeling don't always act logically.

"I just wish you could give me a more normal reason." Yanagihara shook her head as she drove the car, this was probably the first time she felt that someone was less of a normal person than her.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter what the reason is, does it?" Liz patted Yanagihara on the shoulder and grinned.

"The important thing is that our concert is about to start, aren't you looking forward to it at all?"

"What to expect?" Yanagihara replied weakly, while Al lay drowsy.

"Looking forward to, my freshman ······" At this time, Liz's voice suddenly calmed down.

Yanagihara was stunned for a moment and glanced sideways at her.

What I saw was a girl smiling confidently, with a focused look in her eyes.

"Expect it, my voice will resound through the sky."

Let's look forward to it, I'll sing hard.

Hopefully, all voices but me will be silent, and even disasters will shrink back for me.