After a night's rest, the next day, everyone was ready to embark on the journey back to the greenhouse.

The mercenaries slept well last night, the peace they hadn't felt for a long time, and the soft and comfortable mattresses allowed them to sleep until dawn.

It wasn't until the morning sun fell on their beds that they woke up awkwardly.

In the hall of the living quarters, Yanagihara had already prepared breakfast, and looking at her calm appearance and the faint mist wafting from the dining table, the mercenaries almost thought that they had returned to the greenhouse.

Fortunately, the wind and snow outside the window soon made them regain their sense of reality.

It turns out that being able to have a charismatic person prepare for her early, even if she is a few words, is a pleasing thing to the eye.

As De Rosso describes, Yanagihara in silence looks like an artist's finely carved stone statue, with both hardness and softness, two curves and beauty that should be in conflict.

It is a kind of beauty that makes people not have the slightest desire, as if it is a mural in the mythological period, with a vicissitudes that are difficult to desecrate.

Naturally, the mercenaries didn't have as many strange feelings as De Rosso, they just felt that the leisure at the moment was pleasant.

So the female mercenary, who had been holding the camera, secretly raised the machine in her hand, and carefully paused at Yanagihara for a moment, and then pressed the shutter.

"Click." Only an inaudible sound could be heard through the hall.

Yanagihara stiffened a little as she held the plate, and it was certain that she was already thinking about whether to accidentally break the gadget that might cause trouble.

After breakfast, everyone gathered their belongings, and according to Landorch, they would set off in a little while.

Perhaps because he was a little reluctant to stay in this place where he had stayed for thirty years, the old man packed all his luggage and walked up to the top floor of the observatory alone.

Standing next to the huge telescope, the old man placed his gloved hand on the base of the telescope.

The telescope has been with him for thirty years, never stopping working, and now he is leaving alone.

"Keep looking, old man." Patting the barrel of the lens with his hand heavily, the old man let out a soft sigh.

"One day, you will see us in the night sky."

Do not be surprised or sad then, for we are departing for the time of return······

In the light of the snow, two old figures stood on each other, until one of them turned around and waved, ending the slightly sad parting.

If the telescope really had a memory, it would remember their first meeting thirty years ago.

Because at that time, there was a young heart that used to beat so hotly.

Because at that time, they were all full of passion.

The starry sky is vast, and I'll be waiting for you here, old man.

Wait, see you again in the night sky, as far as the light can reach.

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The mercenary team took the three people from the observatory on the road, and Yanagihara and Al's snowmobile were dragged behind the thermostat by them and dragged on the journey.

At this moment, in the heated carriage, Yanagihara was sitting opposite the female mercenary who liked to fiddle with the camera, quietly drinking a glass of clean water in his hand.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

The carriage vibrated slightly because of the line, and finally, Liu Yuan asked uncontrollably.

"What's your name?"

"Huh? Yes? Yes! ”

The female employee, who was still looking at the photo, was stunned for a moment, then raised her head blankly, and then was frightened by Yanagihara, who was sitting opposite, and immediately straightened her body.

It may have only been at this point that she noticed that there was still a person sitting in front of her, so much so that she immediately put down the camera and replied awkwardly.

"I, my name is Mansha."

"Nice name." Looking at the other party's panicked appearance, Yanagihara slowly raised his eyebrows.

She originally thought that the other party didn't speak for a long time because of her concentration, but now it seems that she just didn't find her.

With a polite compliment, Yanagihara reluctantly put down the water glass in his hand.

Really, she drank a whole pot of boiling water for nothing.

"Yes, thank you." Mansa is supposed to be a somewhat introverted girl, about twenty years old, about the same age as Yanagihara seems to be.

So in a way, she and I are also the same age, at least not to find common topics.

While thinking brazenly, Yanagihara set his eyes on the camera in Mansha's hand.

"Do you like photography?"

"Hmm." Although she is a little shy, Mansha does not seem to be repulsive to Yanagihara's initiative. Instead, he put the camera on the table and said with a chuckle.

"It was an adult gift from my brother, who was a journalist and who would take me around and take all kinds of pictures from a young age. Gradually, I couldn't live without the camera. ”

Tsk, so you can't smash it.

Considering the significance of this camera to the girl, Yanagihara ruled out the intention of "destroying the corpse" of this camera and then making compensation with a dark face, rearranged a train of thought, and asked instead.

"Well, by the way, how long have you been a member of the Central Mercenary Corps?"

"Well, let me think about it, it's been about six months."

"Oh, six months." Hearing such a time, Yanagihara's expression was relieved.

"Have you seen your corps commander?"

"Do you mean Captain Angelica?" Mansha sneered and scratched her hair: "You can't see such a big man in the bottom like me, and I haven't even been in the corps station, so far I'm just following the captain to do the transportation mission." ”

"Yes." Yanagihara nodded clearly, and the expression between his eyebrows seemed to soften a little.

It seems that I am worried that she will reveal my news to An Jie, but I am just worried about it myself.

Thinking so, Yanagihara subconsciously poured himself another glass of water.

As for why Yanagihara didn't want Angelica to know her news so much, it was probably because she didn't want to cause any trouble to Angelica.

After all, a person who had disappeared suddenly reappeared in his sight, most people would probably be a little difficult to face, wouldn't it?

Anyway, he was already going to die, so Yanagihara felt that it was better not to let the other party's peaceful life be affected by himself again.

Even to Angelica, she may not be someone important.