At midnight, Wadson returned to his home after a day's work.

At the top of the greenhouse, the last few greenhouse trains are still running, and the lights illuminate the staggered steel under the dome, which is a unique sight in the post-disaster era.

The streets were deserted, and on the brick and stone paths, Wadson stood in front of the house with a tired face, silent for a moment, and took a key from his pocket.

His face was covered with stubble, and it was obvious that he hadn't taken care of it for many days.

Obviously, while the problem of the beast was solved, his work remained undiminished.

In fact, he had been working overtime for three days in a row because he had to deal with some follow-up matters, which made his dark circles a little heavier.

"Click." Raise your hand and insert the key into the lock.

Wadson was about to open the door, but suddenly, as if he sensed something, he stopped his movements and turned his head to look into a corner of the street.

As it turned out, he wasn't wrong with his feelings.

Not far from him, in the shadows of the street corner, a figure was leaning against the wall, playing with a lighter in his hand.

"Smack." The flame on the lighter ignites and extinguishes.

Then the figure stepped out from the shadows.

The light of the streetlamp illuminated her appearance, a face that was extremely handsome, and one that Wadson remembered deeply.

"Yanagihara." The name was called, and Wadson stood still.

"Hmm." Yanagihara answered softly, throwing the lighter in his hand and said.

"I'm here to give you back your stuff, and by the way, I want to get paid."

With that, she stopped and threw the lighter to Wadson, who was still in a trance.

Wadson was stunned to catch the silver square that was thrown by it, and it was half loud, and he didn't know if it was a surprise or an incredulous smile.

"Huh, you're still alive?"

"I didn't die that easily." Yanagihara drooped his eyes, said lightly, and put his hands in the pockets of his coat: "So, you don't want to repay the debt." ”

It was silent, the lights flickered occasionally, and the flying insects surrounded the streetlights as always, chasing the light that could be touched but not obtained.

"No, the Greenhouse Guard never pays off." Wadson looked at Yanagihara with a smile and said slowly.

Then, he threw back the lighter in his hand.

"Smack." In mid-air, Yanagihara raised his hand to catch this thing, raised his eyebrows and asked aloud, "What do you mean?" ”

"I gave it to you." Wadson waved his hand and turned to look at Yanagihara again.

"I'll have everything ready for you tomorrow, and besides, I wish you all the best on your journey."

Yanagihara stood on the street with a lazy expression, she looked at Wadson, and after a while, nodded and said.

"Well, then I'm bothering you."

With that, she prepared to leave.

"Oh yes, there's more." At this time, Wadson suddenly stopped her and said.

"Thank you." In the silence of the street, these two words seem short and powerful.

"Nothing." Yanagihara waved his hand with his back to Wadson, put the lighter in his pocket, and stepped back into the shadows of the street.

In fact, Yanagihara knew that she couldn't bear Wadson's gratitude at all.

Because in this battle against disaster, she is a coward who chooses to escape, and Wadson, he is still a warrior and is still fighting.

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Yanagihara had long wanted to replace her beat-up snowmobile, so when she saw the new snowmobile Wadson had prepared for her, she sat on it without thinking.

Sure enough, human beings like the new and hate the old.

While complaining in his heart about the inferior nature of human beings, Yanagihara feels the new snowmobile without shame.

Well, it's very comfortable to hold in the hand, the load capacity is also large, the fuel gauge is clear, the body paint is well preserved, and there are no foreign objects in the tracks.

Is it brand new, his eyes are intently examining the snowmobile, and Yanagihara seems to be looking at his new lover.

The oil pan round mat is warped, which is simply perfect for her needs. (Refer to the tracked car in the girl's final journey.) ）

Wadson really knows how to do things.

Unconsciously sighed again in his heart, Liu Yuan had a feeling that he didn't want to get out of the car.

Al stood aside, she had come to collect supplies with Yanagihara, only to be the one standing here watching Yanagihara's disgrace.

Sighing helplessly, after counting the supplies on the car, Al nodded to Wadson who was standing on the side and said.

"That's right."

"Okay." Wadson replied with a smile, then looked at Yanagihara and asked.

"How's it going, are you still happy with the new car?"

"Well, I'm satisfied." Yanagihara sat in the car, up and down feeling the softness of the cushions, and replied in the affirmative.

After all, this mat alone is a hundred times better than her old dry and shriveled car.

"It's good to be satisfied." Wadson looked at Yanagihara with a smile and a smile, and only thought that this person was really funny, sometimes he was terribly calm, and sometimes he was as simple as a child.

There's no way, who let Yanagihara only have these two hobbies, one is eating, and the other is driving.

Her old motorcycle has long been unable to meet her needs, and it is better to break up peacefully as soon as possible, so as not to make a disturbance on both sides.

Because of the extra open carriage, snowmobiles can carry much more supplies than snowmobiles.

After packing everything and letting Al sit inside, there was still some room left in the carriage.

"Alright." Helping to insert the last tank of oxygen next to the carriage, Wadson looked at Yanagihara and said.

"If there's nothing else to do, then I'll go back first."

"Okay, goodbye." Yanagihara sat in the car and checked the dashboard, and when he heard Wadson's words, he waved his hand and said.

You're welcome.

Wadson smiled bitterly in his heart, then sighed and said.

"Have a nice trip."

"Well, you too." Yanagihara said, glancing back at Wadson.

"Don't lose next year."

"Huh." Wadson grinned, "Don't worry, it won't." ”

He'll keep winning, until he dies.

"Goodbye then."

"Well, goodbye."

On this endless ice field, goodbye may be the heaviest promise between people.

Because it means that no matter how far apart, we will meet again.

Will Yanagihara and Wadson ever see each other again, they don't know, what they do know is that they are both going to keep going on their own path.

And goodbye is their blessing to each other.

The difference is that Wadson hopes that the two will meet again one day.

But Yanagihara hopes that the two will never meet again.

For one of them will continue to live, and the other will die.

The door under the greenhouse opened, and Yanagihara started the snowmobile, and under Wadson's watchful eye, he drove into the ice field with Al.

Ahead was a snow-white field, with no direction, and only the traveler himself knew that she would make her way through the snow to the end of the land.

On the other side, a team of fully equipped mercenaries was also sorting things out.

Under the watchful gaze of the bystanders, they loaded boxes of paint onto the carriage.

A teenager stood next to them and said with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry I can't help you with something."

"It's fine." One of the mercenaries in the team said with a smile.

"If you're not well, just rest more, and leave these chores to us."

After all, the cost of this trip was all paid by the teenager alone, and it also included the employment fee of the employers.

"That's right." Speaking of this, the mercenary seemed to remember something again, and asked the young man.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do in the Eastern Plains?"

"Oh." The boy smiled softly, his eyes shining inexplicably.

"I'm going to go there and paint a picture."

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Recently, the weather on the ice field has been really good, there is no wind and snow to cover it, and the sun shines directly on the ground, so that the originally unbearable cold has warmed up a little.

At noon, Yanagihara was driving a motorcycle, determining his direction on the ice field.

Next, they're going to make their way across the Eastern Plains to Greenhouse 5 in the West, where they might be able to resupply a little if necessary.

Al sat quietly in the open carriage, probably because he had nothing to do, so he picked up a nutrient and asked.

"Yanagihara, what is this?"

"Huh?" Yanagihara glanced back at what El was holding, then said with a wink.

"Oh, this is a nutrient."

To be honest, solving all the commissions made her mood a lot easier, so that the expressions on her face were enriched, and she was no longer always that bland and calm appearance.

Instead, Al has become much more silent, so Yanagihara doesn't mind chatting with Al when she wants to talk.

"Nutrients?" Al looked at the purple liquid in his hand, nodded and said, "Is this it?" ”

She had only heard of the name before, but she had never seen it in kind.

Because this kind of thing is usually affordable for the upper class who live in the center of the greenhouse.

Due to the fading of greenery, the main food in the post-disaster era was meat, at most with some pills.

But this pattern of eating is clearly unhealthy, which makes most people in the post-disaster era nutritionally unbalanced.

Nutrient is what was born from this, and it is a medicine made from the juice of a variety of plants.

To put it bluntly, it is something similar to vegetable juice and fruit juice.

However, due to the scarcity of plants, its price is also very high, and ordinary people cannot afford to use it.

Therefore, this kind of object gradually became the privilege of the superior people.

"You can try one of them." Yanagihara sat in the driver's seat and said casually to Al.

She didn't need this kind of thing anyway, and a set of nutrients here, if she saved a little to drink, should be enough for Al to drink for two or three months.

"Okay." Al nodded, opened the lid, and poured the purple liquid into his mouth.

After half a ring.

"How?" Yanagihara asked aloud.

"Yanagihara, can I drink another one?" Al blushed and licked the corners of his mouth.

As someone who has never drunk fruit juice before, this sweet and sour taste does make her a little craving.

"No, you can only drink one in three days." Yanagihara's face darkened, and he immediately rejected Al's request.

Just kidding, do you still want to drink this thing as water, loser.