After breakfast, the group set off again.

But De Rosso just sat in the corner, hugging his painting.

The painting was improvised, so it was completed very quickly, and it only took a few hours in the morning to complete most of it.

However, he always felt that there was something missing from the painting. What was missing, De Rosso couldn't figure it out. It just feels like this painting should be a little bit missing, so that the picture always lacks some beauty.

Puzzled, he set his eyes on Yanagihara again.

At this time, Yanagihara was sitting in the front seat and teaching Al how to use a rifle.

This was taught by the girl to her, saying that she wanted to play some role in the future "hunt".

Yanagihara didn't care much about this, after all, it was obvious that she didn't need much help for "hunting", but since the girl wanted to learn, she didn't mind teaching.

"This, put it here." Standing behind Al, Yanagihara said, resting the butt of his rifle against her shoulder.

"You're too bad to shoot right now, so practice your posture first."

"Okay." Lying down by the car window as Yanagihara had instructed, the girl nodded slightly stiffly.

To be honest, she never thought that she would one day use such a thing as a firearm, but she didn't want to be a burden to Yanagihara on her subsequent trips.

So in any case, she wants to learn some means of self-preservation.

Learning how to shoot is obviously only the first step, and surviving on the ice is never easy.

"Click."

Jester restored the Rubik's Cube again in more than ten seconds, put it aside casually, looked at Al and said with a smile.

"Little girl, you should be glad that there was someone like Yuan to teach you from the beginning, when I was learning to shoot a gun, I almost broke my shoulder because there was no one to guide me."

"Well, Yanagihara is a good man." Al affirmed Jester's words and skillfully handed Yanagihara a Good Guy card.

"Talk less, be quiet when aiming, and make sure the sight, crosshair, and target are in a straight line."

Re-instructed the way to aim, Yanagihara leaned over Al's back, holding her hand with both hands, adjusting the details of her movements.

"Hold your hand a little firmer, don't leave gaps, but don't hold it too tightly."

Al felt the palm on the back of his hand, and then realized in a trance that Yanagihara's hand was really very cold.

It's like there's never been any temperature, like a stone buried in snow and ice.

"Yanagihara." Leaning against the window, Al suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Yanagihara rested his chin on the girl's shoulder, confirming that she was holding the gun.

"Are you really not cold?" This should be the second time the girl has asked this question.

It's rare, because few people care if Yanagihara is cold or not.

And Yanagihara's answer is naturally the same.

"It's not cold." She said this, and then subconsciously let go of the girl's palm.

"What's wrong, is my hands too cold?"

"Nope." The next moment, the girl grabbed her hand again and whispered.

"It's okay, that's fine······"

Yes, that's fine, because that's all El can hold on to now, even if it's cold.

But when she grabbed the other party, she could still feel a hint of relief.

This peace of mind came from the fact that she knew that she was not yet completely alone.

Loneliness can kill a person, when she is left behind.

Looking at the girl holding her palm, Yanagihara seemed to notice something.

So she gently squeezed the girl's hand until the girl's tense body gradually relaxed.

Only then did she speak, "Alright, go ahead." ”

"Hmm."

The girl answered, and re-aimed her gun at the snow outside the window.

In the corner, De Rosso stared at Yanagihara and Al.

However, he didn't listen carefully to the conversation between the two, he just looked at the obvious gap between Yanagihara's chest and Al's back.

"Oooh!" Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he exclaimed to himself.

He did think of something, he thought of what was missing in his paintings.

Kent, who was sitting on the sidelines, didn't pay attention to the startled teenager.

You know, they've all gotten used to this kind of thing along the way, and artists are all virtuous.

I saw De Rosso quickly pick up his paintbrush and draw it on the drawing paper.

After about a minute, the boy let out a sigh of relief and stopped what he was doing.

He felt that his paintings were sublimated.

Where is the specific sublimation, in fact, it is nothing, he just painted a certain part of Yanagihara a little fuller.

Well, just a little.

And it's definitely not out of personal fetishes, but for artistic expression.

It's not that De Rosso can't appreciate the beauty of imperfections, it's just that he's a perfectionist.

What's more, Yanagihara's shortcomings are inevitably too serious.

It's all about beautiful art, and De Rosso remembered what the old painter had said to him, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little firmer.

But when he looked at Yanagihara again, his gaze unconsciously drifted again.

I always feel that I have done something very sorry for Ms. Yuan.

······

In the afternoon, snow began to fall on the ice sheet.

It was a snowstorm that came two weeks late, so much so that the wind and snow were excessively heavy.

In order not to get lost in the heavy snow, the team was temporarily stopped.

Everyone sat around in the carriage, and the temperature dropped so low that Maika lit two stoves to prevent hypothermia and frostbite.

The furnace in temperature wave mode releases the right temperature, so that the situation in the cabin is not too bad after all.

But even so, the crowd sitting around the fire was tightly wrapped in winter clothing, gloves, scarves, and hats, and even their ears were covered with semi-closed earmuffs.

"It's cold." De Rosso shuddered, rubbing his arm and whispering.

"The weather on the ice is like that, there's nothing you can do but adapt to it." Jester sat weakly to the side, his mouth spitting out a white mist that had condensed from the cold.

"Let's make something to eat." Kent said, ready to pull some jerky out of his backpack with his frozen hands.

"I'll do it." Looking at his appearance, Yanagihara took the backpack from his arms and expertly prepared the broth.

"Yuan, your system of not being afraid of the cold is really enviable." Jester smiled bitterly and put down the Rubik's Cube in his hand, now he was so cold that he couldn't even turn this thing.

"Trust me, that's not necessarily a good thing." Yanagihara tore at the jerky and shrugged his shoulders.

Maika looked up at the frost-covered window, half-rattling, shook his head and said.

"This snow, it will rain for at least three days."

This is already a relatively optimistic situation, such a heavy snowfall, even for the last week.

"Let's start again when the snow is lighter." Kent sighed helplessly.

Al sat in Yanagihara's arms, she had stood all morning with her rifle in hand, and now she had no strength in her hands or feet.

After Yanagihara tore the jerky and poured water to boil the broth, he rubbed the girl's shoulders again.

This made the girl's face flush a little, but she didn't say anything.

The carriage was noticeably quieter, except for the sound of the stove boiling water.

"It's boring." Jester sat in his seat and grumbled, glancing at the crowd.

"Shall we do something?"

He's an idle character, as both Kent and McCa know.

But for their teammates, they had no choice but to reply.

"What do you want to do?"

"How about a few mantra bets?" Jester asked, smiling and putting his hands in his sleeves as he sat cross-legged on the ground.

The Truth Bet is a pastime game in the post-apocalyptic era, somewhat similar to another everyday game in the pre-apocalyptic era, Truth or Dare. Well, if Yanagihara remembers correctly, it's probably called that.

It's just that it removes the risk-taking function and becomes a simple mantra bet.

The loser, according to the rules of the game, must tell the truth in the next question, and if the lie is exposed, then he will be punished accordingly.

"Are you supposed to be having a tea party?" Kent tugged at his mouth.

"People always have to learn to have fun in their suffering, don't they, and we don't have much to do right now anyway."

Jester shivered again, but still grinned at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm okay with that." De Rosso also seemed to find this interesting, and put on his second winter suit, smiled forcefully, and expressed his opinion.

"I'll do whatever I want." Maika exhaled a cold breath and pulled a bag of firewood from her pocket and said.

"Can I smoke?"

Firewood tobacco is a cheap tobacco in the post-disaster era, although the taste is not very good, but it can also achieve a refreshing effect.

"Together." As the second smoker in the team, Yanagihara did not hesitate to choose to go along with the dirt.

I have to say that she is not good at taking care of children, and she does not notice in her mind whether the smell of smoke will affect Al's health.

But considering that she was going to take Al to death in the first place, this kind of question doesn't seem so important.

"Smack." Two smokers sat together and lit cigarette butts.

Facing Jester's expectant gaze, Yanagihara raised his eyebrows as he held his cigarette and said.

"I don't have any problems with that."

And so with more than half of the votes in favor, in the midst of the smoke, the game called the mantra bet began.

Jester stiffened his hands and feet and pulled two dice out of his pocket, a mercenary who went out with him and didn't know what they were.

I saw him laugh a little, and raised two dice to the crowd and said.

"Then let's get started, because of the number of people, our rule is that the person with the highest number of points can ask a question to the person with the lowest number of points, and the person who answers must be honest and have no opinion."

"Nope." A group of voices replied in a staggered manner.

Obviously, they can't play any intense games in this situation.

"Da, da······"

Scattered voices rang out one after another.

The first round of throws quickly had results, with Jester being the biggest, eleven and Yanagihara the smallest, three.

So, as an opening, Jester smiled and asked Yanagihara the first question.

"Ask, Hara, what color underwear are you wearing today?"

“······”

The scene was silent for a moment.

Al's face turned red at the first moment, De Rosso coughed, Kent blackened his face, and Maika shook his head.

Admittedly, this question is a bit excessive, but not to the point of being too much, just stuck at a barely acceptable level.

It's like a joke with some color, so no one stopped it.

"Whew." In the carriage, Yanagihara was holding Al and smoking a cigarette, looking calm.

Halfway through, she exhaled and replied lightly.

"I'm not wearing it."

"Smack!" Jester immediately lowered his head and snapped his fingers, with a look on his face.

Al's face turned even redder.

De Rosso took a puff of his pocket, and he was about to take a mouthful of medicine first.