For the next few days, Yanagihara waited for news from Wadson while continuing to stay at the small hotel with Al.

When she's not working, she'll sit at the bar in the lobby and watch the customers come by.

It's a way for her to pass the time, and it's a little special, but it's not boring.

People can always find amusement in other people, which is why they are called social animals.

The same is true for Yanagihara, but she usually only observes other people's behavior and rarely participates in people's communication and interaction.

In the past three or four days, she has seen drunkards who are drunk all day long, pessimists who sigh all day long, and ordinary people who have given up struggling and endured everything in silence.

But the only thing she has never seen is that she has never seen a kind of person, that is, someone who can still live with peace of mind.

The approach of the herd covered the already oppressive greenhouse with another layer of shadows.

Until one day, Yanagihara saw an exception.

It was a foggy morning, and a stranger pushed open the door of the inn.

He is said to be a stranger, because Yanagihara has not seen him in the inn.

He looked to be only about eighteen or nineteen years old, a shy teenager, with short brown hair that was not neatly groomed, but not as casual as Yanagihara, at least lightly trimmed.

His appearance is not handsome, but at least his facial features are upright, but there are some small freckles on his nose and cheeks, which makes his already immature appearance a little childish.

He wore a light brown coat and a flat hat on top of his head, and from the appearance he looked like a newsboy next door, with a mild temperament and some youthful youthfulness.

Of course, Yanagihara's reason for noticing him was not because of these.

The reason why she noticed the teenager was because at this time, the teenager was wearing a smile that was eye-catching enough.

He walked into the inn and beckoned to the boss.

"Mr. Hough, I've done what you asked me to draw last time."

"Oh, really?" Listening to the young man's words, the boss's dead-like face showed a rare expression of joy.

He beckoned the boy to sit down and said to the boy.

"Hurry up and show it to me."

"No problem." The boy grinned at the corners of his lips, and then placed a picture frame wrapped in brown paper on the bar.

The boss couldn't wait to take apart the brown paper, took out the painting inside, and put it in front of him to examine it.

"Well, yes, that's good."

After saying two good things in a row, the boss touched his beard and could see that he was indeed quite satisfied.

Yanagihara followed the angle of the bar and glanced at the boss's hand, and found that it was a portrait of an extremely dignified woman with a realistic expression, which can indeed be said to be a very good work.

This is rare because after the disaster, few people have painted anymore, and even music, poetry, and books have faded from view.

Due to the hardships of life, these things that were once regarded as treasures by people have been slowly abandoned in the long river of time. I can't say whether it's a sadness or an inevitability.

Yanagihara didn't pay any more attention to the painting, but returned his gaze to the young man.

The boss had already put away the picture frame at this time, and said with a smile at the boy.

"You wait here for a while, I'll get you some food, and by the way, I'll get your reward too."

"Okay, then trouble Mr. Hough." The boy did not refuse the boss's kindness, and after nodding, he found a chair and sat down.

"Nothing to do, just a meal." The boss poured the boy another glass of water and turned to leave.

Then there was another silent silence at the bar.

The boy was drinking the water boredly, while Yanagihara was silently watching the boy.

Her gaze was not concealed in the slightest, which made the boy notice her gaze after a while, and he couldn't sit still.

"That." Finally, the boy should have been a little unbearable, he turned his head to look at Yanagihara, smiled slightly embarrassed and asked.

"Excuse me, please, because you seem to be watching me all the time."

Yanagihara was woken up by the boy's voice, only to realize that he seemed to have been out of his mind for a long time, so he nodded at the boy, and then replied flatly.

"Oh, nothing, I'm just interested in you."

Well, that's not a very easy sentence to understand, especially when a woman says that to a man.

The young man also obviously misunderstood Yanagihara's meaning, only to see that his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly avoided Yanagihara's sight, lowered his head, took a sip of water crampedly, and said a little helplessly.

"This, that'······"

"Hmm." But Yanagihara, a barbarian, didn't notice this.

She only answered in the affirmative, and then, out of politeness, stopped looking at the boy.

She was just a little curious about the smiling young painter.

The atmosphere at the bar became eerie.

And the situation between Yanagihara and the boy has also reversed.

This time it was the boy's turn to peek at Yanagihara, but he naturally didn't dare to "peek" openly like Yanagihara, so he could only take advantage of Yanagihara's drinking and looking at others at the same time, and secretly glanced at Yanagihara.

In the eyes of the teenager, Yanagihara obviously feels very unapproachable.

But her appearance is such a symbol, it is almost like a stone sculpture by the hand of a master, showing the beauty of proportions and lines.

It is undeniable that although Yanagihara's appearance does not necessarily conform to the aesthetics of ordinary people for women, her body proportions and muscle curves are absolutely perfect.

This is undoubtedly a fatal attraction for a painter.

What a beautiful lady.

The boy thought with some obsession.

But why did she say that to me?

Could she ······

No, no, we've only met for the first time.

It must have been that I was thinking too much, that she should be interested in my paintings, yes, that she must be interested in my paintings.

But, but ······

On this side, the young man's mood was extremely entangled.

On the other hand, Yanagihara was completely unaware of what he had done.

It's just that he still drinks and looks at the hall nonchalantly.

The innkeeper finally returned, and he prepared a broth for the boy, and handed him a piece of ore the size of a thumb cap as payment.

This is a rare piece of ore, as the name suggests, is generally made up of some of the rarer ores, and after the collapse of the currency, they replaced a part of the role of the currency.

However, because the amount of money in circulation is not clear, many people still prefer to barter.

The boy ate this meal extremely painfully, and he wanted to talk to Yanagihara countless times, but he didn't know how to speak.

He wanted to find out the status of the matter, but he was shy away from Yanagihara's aura that no one should enter.

The young boy didn't say a word until he had finished drinking the broth in his hand.

Yanagihara sat on the sidelines, drinking the wine in his cup, a little unclear.

Of course she sensed the boy watching her, after all, her instincts were sharper than most beasts.

But she didn't say this, because she also looked at the other party for a while just now.

It's just that she doesn't understand why the boy did this.

Is there something strange about me?

Yanagihara thought so, and looked down at his body.

Fortunately, everything is normal, and there is no extra hand or anything because of the mutation.

But at this moment, the young man suddenly stood up, blushed, as if he had made up his mind, and bowed to Yanagihara and said.

"Woman, ma'am, my name is De Rosso, I am eighteen years old, I live at number 118 Thumb Street, I am unmarried, I am an orphan. Thank you very much for your love for me, but I have heart swelling and the doctor said that I can only live for another nine months at most, so I'm sorry, I can't respond to your feelings, just, that's all, I'll go first. ”

With that, the boy fled from the hotel in a hurry.

He didn't know if he had misunderstood anything, anyway, his time was running out, and there should be no possibility for the two to meet again in the future.

So he just wanted to say what he had to say.

He is a man who is about to die and cannot afford the feelings of others. Therefore, whether Yanagihara was interested in his paintings or interested in him, there was no way for him to respond.

Yanagihara sat at the bar in a daze, still holding half a glass of junk wine in his hand.

She didn't react to what had just happened.

Why did he apologize to me, was it because of peeking at me?

What does it mean to not be able to respond to my feelings, and why is his face so red?

But soon, Yanagihara looked a little aware as if she had found something in her long-sealed memory.

Oh, this is that, the estrus performance that humans show when they want to mate?

So, am I being rejected?

For a while, Yanagihara didn't know what kind of mood he should be in to face this matter.

However, there was one thing that surprised her.

Did this person only live for nine months, she really didn't see it.

When she first saw De Rosso, she thought he was just a different teenager.

I didn't expect him to be a terminally ill patient.

Heart swelling, also known as heart tumor, is abbreviated as heart swelling after a disaster. At the onset of the disease, there will be symptoms such as chest pain, fainting, left heart congestion, right heart failure, etc., and it is obviously a terminal disease that cannot be cured with today's medical conditions alone.

However, the appearance of the boy did not look like the appearance of a dying man at all.

If he hadn't lied to me, he'd be someone special.

Thinking like this, Yanagihara shook his head, not paying attention to the surprised eyes around him, and continued to drink the wine in his hand without caring for himself.