By the time Yanagihara returned to his room after smoking, Al had finished his shower, redressed, and sat on the bed wiping his hair.

Accustomed to life on the ice field, she seems to be doing everything a little faster, after all, no one knows if there will be any accidents in the next moment.

Raising his hand and grabbing his hair, Yanagihara also turned and walked into the bathroom.

To be honest, I don't know when it started, but being able to sleep cleanly seems to have become a rare enjoyment.

Yanagihara loved the touch of the water gliding over her body, as if she was wrapped in something, as if she had walked to the beach and touched the soft surface of the water.

She used to be an ordinary resident of a city by the sea, so when she was young, she always went to the beach to play, which is her deepest memory of her hometown.

Gently propping up the wall with her hands, Yanagihara stood under the shower head and lowered her head, letting the drops of water slide down her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

In the mist, she slowly opened her eyes.

It makes her look a little deep, but unfortunately her focus is not so deep.

In the quiet bathroom, Yanagihara was silent for a while, and then slowly put his hand on his chest and shook it twice, thinking calmly.

Well, it's obvious that I haven't grown up here, and sure enough, I'm going to be in adolescence or something, and I'm supposed to have already passed it.

I have to admit that Yanagihara always thinks about things that are difficult for others to understand with a serious attitude, and gives people the illusion that she is thinking about business.

Perhaps, this can also be regarded as one of her strengths?

After taking a shower, Yanagihara returned to his room with a pair of pants on.

She also had a white towel around her neck, which was a self-contained item in the bathroom, and although it hadn't been used for an unknown amount of time, Yanagihara didn't seem to care.

While wiping her wet hair, she sat down at the table calmly.

On the bed, Al glanced up at her, and then, as if he had seen something, covered his eyes and screamed.

"Yanagi, Yanagihara, you, why are you not wearing clothes!"

"Huh?" Yanagihara looked down at his body in surprise, only to realize that he didn't seem to be wearing a shirt.

Almost everything that could be exposed was exposed, and there were still some droplets of water on the wheat-colored skin.

To be honest, although she has a lot of muscles on her body, her figure does not appear toned because of this, but still gives people a well-proportioned and slender feeling.

With a little dew, her appearance even looks like a different kind of allure.

But even so, Al's reaction was a little too violent.

"What's wrong?" Glancing up at Al in some confusion, Yanagihara rubbed his head sideways and wiped his hair, and said nonchalantly.

"If I'm not mistaken, we're supposed to be of the same sex, right, and there's no surveillance in this room, I've already checked."

"I, I didn't mean that." Al said in a panic as he covered his eyes.

"Anyway, you get dressed first."

"Okay." Seeing Al's flushed face, Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders and went back to the bathroom to put on his vest before walking out again.

"Alright."

"Whew." The girl sitting on the bed finally blushed and breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Yanagihara complainingly, and muttered.

"Can't you just pay attention?"

As she spoke, she seemed to remember the scene just now, and her face turned a little red again.

"I'm sorry." Yanagihara raised her brow helplessly, which made her sharp eyes rarely soften.

"I was thinking about something and forgot about it."

Looking at Yanagihara's expression, Al's tone paused, and after half a sound, he looked away and asked.

"What are you thinking?"

“······”

"Something that's not easy to understand."

"Okay."

It turns out that even Yanagihara can't tell her full of jumping brain circuits in a serious way.

Although she had been out of human society for a long time, she was still sure that if she said what she was thinking, Al would look at her with a strange look.

Well, there's hardly any doubt about that.

The night was warm thanks to the heating, and if every night on the ice field could be so warm, people might not have to worry about their survival anymore.

But perhaps, it is because people have become accustomed to warmth that they dare not go into those cold nights again.

That's why they're used to living in greenhouses.

As the night wore on, Al had fallen asleep, and Ryu was still sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the lighter in his hand, thinking about some questions that no one knew.

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Early the next morning, probably because of the boarding, Yanagihara and Al both woke up early.

The old man invited them to a very special breakfast, vegetables, fruits, and a well-cooked stew and clean water, which must be admitted, it was the healthiest breakfast Al had ever eaten in his life.

There is no excess oil, and there is no overly scarce nutrition.

There were so many things she had never eaten or even seen before, such as the dewy, sweet and sour apples, and the small, delicate red and green tomatoes.

Yanagihara sat at the table and was a little surprised by the old man's hospitality to them, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Huh." Probably seeing Yanagihara's concerns, the old man sat down at the table with a smile, pressed his palm and said.

"These are the fruits and vegetables that I have cultivated myself, and I use them to prove the sustainability of the small biosphere, and they will play a big role if we do go into space in the future. But until then, you can't deny their deliciousness, so please let it go, although my planting area is not large, but the yield is quite guaranteed. ”

It should have been that he heard the meaning of the old man's words, but Yanagihara finally raised his eyebrows and put a small tomato in his mouth.

Feeling the sour taste spreading in her mouth, she seemed to be reminded of the past many years ago.

But after a breath, she looked at the old man again and spoke.

"By the way, Mr. Aztod, I have something I would like to ask you if I may."

"Oh?" Listening to Yanagihara's words, the old man raised his head with a smile.

"Please."

"Hmm." Yanagihara nodded and put down the cutlery in his hand.

"What I want to ask is, do you really feel that the research you're doing now is meaningful?"

Yesterday, before falling asleep, Yanagihara thought for a long time, and finally did not think of the possibility of evacuating towards space.

"Actually, you should also know that if you want to go on an interstellar voyage, it will be more difficult than surviving on the ice field."

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