Probably waking up to notice Yanagihara and De Rosso leaving, the people on the snowmobile also made a detour to the bottom of the ice wall.

By the time they found the two, it was already full light.

De Rosso collapsed on the snow and slept peacefully.

Yanagihara stood aside, smoking silently, a few pieces of soot falling on her clothes, and then slowly blown away by the wind.

The McCays didn't speak, as they could barely guess what was going on.

It was an unsurprising ending, but not meaningless, at least De Rosso fulfilled his meaning.

Everyone looked up at the ice wall, Al's eyes were in a trance, she watched the sun shine on the ice wall, watching the ice wall shimmer brightly, and suddenly remembered what Yanagihara had said to her before.

It turns out that there really are paintings that are able to radiate light.

Al seemed to understand something, as she saw for the first time the beauty that had immersed people in it since ancient times.

Because for the first time, she saw this thing called art, this kind of thing that people had discarded in the midst of disaster.

But in the end, it remained, and in this piece of wind and snow, it carried all people's fantasies about beauty.

Maika looked at the ice wall for a while, and then took out the photo of his family from his bosom and silently placed it in front of the ice wall.

It was the only thing he could remember his family, and now, he wanted to leave it in the most beautiful corner of the world.

He wants his family to be able to sustenance here.

Kent walked up to the ice wall, looked at a "white flower" in the "green grass", and after a while, suddenly smiled, turned his head to look at the crowd, and spoke.

"You say, will this be the last work of art of our time?"

"Not necessarily." Jester raised his brow with a complicated expression and grinned at the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe it's just the beginning."

Yes, that's why De Rosso created this dream, he wanted to awaken people's yearning for beauty.

He thinks that people's eyes are no longer bleak.

No one said anything more, and the crowd tacitly chose to bury De Rosso here, before this last of his works.

The boy's body had lost all its warmth, but Yanagihara still remembered his powerful heartbeat, as if the heart was still beating behind her back at this time.

This made her heart twitch subconsciously, probably, after all, Yanagihara had not had the illusion of a heartbeat for a long time.

"Yanagihara, is De Rosso dead like this?" In the process of burying Droso, Al suddenly asked Yanagihara.

It was indeed the first time she had watched human life pass away, not from a catastrophe, not from a beast, but just quietly.

"Nope." But Yanagihara shook his head.

"He just went to a place we all wanted to go."

What an enviable guy who doesn't have to return to his hometown to find peace of mind.

"Really?" Al stared at De Roso's graveyard and burst into laughter.

"Then he'll never have to leave, that's great."

She remembered that Yanagihara had told her that what Yanagihara wanted to go to was a place where she never had to leave.

Yanagihara smoked, and the sparks burned on the cigarette butts.

It is undeniable that this time, she did see the fire again.

At a time when she thought that the era had lost its light.

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"Click, click."

On the tracks of the ice fields of the eastern plains, a greenhouse train moves, and the carriage shakes slightly, making the characteristic sound of metal crashing.

By the car window, a little boy is looking at the ice field with a telescope, a birthday present from his grandfather three days ago.

Looking at the boundless snow under the tracks, the boy's face was full of curiosity and joy.

His eyes seemed to be shining, which is a child's unique right, because they can look at everything in the world with the purest eyes.

"Wow!" Suddenly, the boy let out an exclamation.

He put down the binoculars in his hand, pointed in one direction with his finger, and asked an old man beside him.

"Grandpa, what's that?"

"Oh?" The old man smiled, squinted and turned his head.

"Did our little Joel find anything?"

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the boy's finger.

The next moment, the old man was stunned, for he saw a distant mountain, between the rolling walls of ice.

The mountain is emerald green, with streams flowing through the mountains, and at the foot of the mountain, it seems that lavender is still planted.

The sun shone on the mountain, reflecting an almost brilliant light, which attracted the old man's gaze tightly.

At the same time, many passengers on the train also seemed to have seen this scene.

"Oh my God, what's that?" One of the passengers asked in a daze.

Unfortunately, no one answered his question.

Because everybody was staring in that direction.

yes, what is that, people thought so, with a deep throbbing in their hearts.

They couldn't take their eyes off it, because they felt a shock that came from the depths of their souls.

They couldn't take their eyes off it, because they hadn't seen any other colors in the ice field for too long.

Not to mention such a gorgeous view.

"It was like a painting."

But why is it so real.

The old man muttered, answering the child's question.

"Painting?" The boy turned his head again, a bright smile on his face, and after a moment, he asked yearningly.

"It's so beautiful, can I paint like that?"

The old man came back to his senses, he looked at the boy, muttered for a while, and asked with a smile.

"What's the matter, does little Joel want to be a painter in the future?"

"Well, I want to draw something like that, too."

"Then grandpa believes in you, and you will succeed."

"Oh! I'm going to be a painter! ”

In the carriage, the boy cheered, and the people were silent.

And the "scenery" above the ice wall seems to really shimmer with dazzling colors.

illuminates this one, which has long been bleak.

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"In the two hundred and twenty-fifth year of the Ice Sheet, people have once again found light." ——A Brief Record of the Literary and Artistic Movement in the New Century