Team Mu did not respond for a while.

In the ice-white control room, the bright red Dawn System appears in the center, like a fiery heart.

Plop, plop.

As Su Mingan approached it, he seemed to be able to hear countless sounds.

…

9:13 pm, Border Town.

Lin Guang raised his head, raindrops falling on his pale face. He stepped on the thick ice under his feet and walked forward step by step.

On the way to Doomsday City, a layer of frost formed on his body. He played the flute, and the flute music was "Missing" that he had changed hundreds of times. He wanted it to be the best flute song.

"Woo——"

The sound of the flute is melodious, like a clear stream flowing.

"Your music... is really nice..."

….

Suddenly, a human voice came.

Lin Guang lowered his head and saw a man lying on the ice, with half of his body frozen. The man looked like a soldier, and the resource box on his body had not been removed.

Along the way, Lin Guang saw too many corpses, and this was the first time that they were alive.

"Who are you?" Linguang said.

"I am... a garrison in Doomsday City. I originally wanted to... leave with a batch of resources. As a result, the car froze on the way, and our team all froze to death..." The soldier said: "You

Can you... help us take the resource box back?"

Since Doomsday City is in flames of war, in order to preserve humanity's few remaining resources, the plan requires some soldiers to leave the city with scarce resources. Deaths and injuries are inevitable.

"No." Lin Guang was indifferent to this. The soldier had a short life. He was about to turn around and leave when he heard the soldier's voice again:

"If...the former city lord heard the song you just played, he would definitely...like it very much."

"Really?" Lin Guang was slightly startled: "Will you like it?"

"I have some things in my bag, maybe... they will be helpful to you." The soldier took a breath: "I hope that in the future city-state, there will be universities offering music classes... there will be young people who like musical instruments like you..."

"If this is the case, then our fight will be...worthwhile..."

"..."

The ice was silent.

The light stood still for a moment.

He leaned over, pushed the soldier's body away, and shook the frozen backpack away.

"Shua la la——"

In an instant, the staffs and simplified musical notations were shaken out of the backpack like autumn leaves, fluttering in the wind, like carrying the souls of the deceased into the distance.

There are densely written small words and annotations on the staff. It seems that the soldier loved musical instruments during his lifetime. There are self-composed music by the soldier on the paper, a collection of flute music before the catastrophe of the century, and some simple drawings.

In the simplified music painting, a little stickman girl and an adult stickman are holding hands. The adult stickman has a long flute in his hand. Behind them is the sun radiating five straight lines.

…

[After the war is over, I hope to play the flute for Emily. She is three years old this year.]

…

This is a line of words written in the corner.

Lin Guang stared at the staff for a moment and put it away in his backpack. He moved away and found that in the area where the soldiers were, dozens of bodies were frozen under the ice. The soldiers died in different ways, and each of them had...

Carrying a thick resource box on my back, I never put it down until I died.

It turns out that one

The whole team is here.

Maybe each of them has different dreams in their hearts, maybe they like painting, maybe they like cooking, maybe they like musical instruments...

Lin Guang looked at the thick ice in the distance, as if he saw countless similar scenes through this small piece of ice.

He put his hand on his neck, close to the purple pinch mark, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

"……like?"

It turns out this is love too.

The mountains are continuous, like a fallen dragon of ice and snow, and the ice is desolate and silent. There are faint smiles on the faces of the soldiers, as if they saw some warm memories before they were frozen to death.

…

They were buried under the ice and snow,

I just hope that the sun will rise as usual every day.

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