About nine days had passed since Yanagihara and Al arrived at the observatory, and life had undoubtedly been peaceful for the past few days, both for them and for the elderly.

There is no wind and snow, no bitter cold, no wild animals walking around, and no noisy people coming and going in the greenhouse.

The observatory is like a mountain hut isolated from the city, often with unbearable loneliness, but also occasional comforting peace.

Yanagihara seems to have come to understand the old man's habits, and she will leave a cup of brewed coffee in the laboratory at eight o'clock every morning before going to work. At noon, lunch is delivered to the door of the laboratory, and then cleaned up in the evening.

As for the old man, he seems to be keen on the tea party before going to bed every night.

I don't know when it started, but there is such an additional schedule in the observatory. Before going back to their rooms, the three of them would prepare some tea and then sit in the hall on the second floor and chat some gossip.

It could be a few sentences of discovery from life, a story, or a piece of news from the radio.

In short, it's just talking about everything.

In the midst of the snow and ice, having a warm place for you to sit and chat with people is undoubtedly a blessing enough.

So all three of them acquiesced to such a convention.

Sometimes Al may fall asleep early, after all, the child can't stay up all night.

At this time, Yanagihara would carry her back to the room, and then lay on the bed by himself for a while to write notes.

Yanagihara's notes are always incoherent, as she usually writes sentences when she comes to mind.

This makes it difficult for ordinary people to understand what she writes, but Yanagihara knows that behind every sentence in it, there is a hidden story.

She was going to take these stories back to her hometown together, and then read them to the sea, as if she were going to read a love poem that she had prepared for half her life.

She knew she had plenty of time, because she would fall into a long enough slumber there.

Oh, I have to admit that sometimes Yanagihara will also do some romantic things seriously.

Maybe she's an affectionate person herself, but her unkind appearance makes her look a little mean.

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It was about the tenth day, at the dinner table, the old man was squinting comfortably at the vegetable and fruit salad prepared by Yanagihara.

At the same time, he had a document in his hand, which was supposed to be the report of the experiment he was writing. Probably reviewing the document again, the old man swallowed the food in his mouth and let out a long breath.

"Finally, the report is finished."

At this time, Yanagihara was sitting on the other side of the dining table, and when she heard the old man's words, she glanced at the document in the old man's hand and asked.

"How's it being written?"

Her words sounded meaningful, but the old man just looked at her, then smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Not bad."

It seems that he has a lot of self-credit, and this report has deceived everyone for the time being.

"Hmm." Yanagihara looked at the old man silently for a moment, then nodded and continued to eat his own food.

"I hope you don't lose your reputation too soon."

"Coincidentally." The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I hope that day will come soon." ”

Because only in this way can it be shown that human beings are still exploring.

Because only in this way can it be said that there are still people looking for that future.

Yanagihara shook his head and didn't speak again.

The old man turned to speak again.

"By the way, remember the meteor shower I told you about?"

"Remember, what's wrong?" As he spoke, Yanagihara placed a slice of apple on Al's plate.

"If nothing else, it should be there tonight. How's that, do you want to come with me, little Al. ”

The old man walked directly over Yanagihara and asked Al directly.

"Good ······" Al responded cautiously, and then glanced at Yanagihara secretly, as if he was afraid that Yanagihara would not agree.

Fortunately, Yanagihara just sat on the sidelines and didn't care about biting on a piece of jerky.

In terms of filling your stomach, this stuff is much more than salad or something.

After dinner, the three of them put on their winter suits and went to the open space outside the observatory together.

The night sky is clear without wind and snow, which makes every star look unusually clear, and their light flickers like a brilliant river around the sky.

"No matter how many times you watch it, it's so vast." Standing on the snow with his head up, the old man said in a trance.

He may have embarked on this path because of such a landscape.

"A friend of mine once told me that this starry sky is the greatest legacy of the pre-disaster era." Yanagihara stood beside the old man and calmly responded to his words.

"Then your friend must be a wise man." The old man smiled and lifted his glasses, which seemed to reflect endless starlight.

However, after the light, there was a trace of regret in his eyes that could not be concealed: "It's a pity that we are now losing this greatness." ”

"Not necessarily." Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders and put his hand on the head of Al beside him.

"Maybe it's just this greatness that takes a little time to wake up······"

The next moment, perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps destinedly, a falling starlight crossed the sky.

Then, countless beams of light poured down from the dazzling Milky Way.

"Wow······" Al opened his mouth slightly and let out a soft snort.

She had never seen anything like it, and when the stars walked through the night, it was as if they were crying on this beautiful night.

But why cry, can't there be a better word?

Under Al's shocked gaze, the old man stood still for a long time, and finally as if he had let go of something, he smiled helplessly, raised the hand that should have been clenched, and pointed to a track in the galaxy.

"Al, didn't you ask us where the falling stars end up. Now, I'm going to tell you the real answer. ”

"They will fly into the future."