"Hum hum."

Under the clear blue sky, a faint voice came from far away. It sounded like a lazy and undisciplined person, humming an equally lazy and undisciplined song.

This humming voice is not very beautiful. If you really want to say it, it should probably be said to be somewhat neutral. The voice is mixed with some deep male voices and some sweetness of female voices. Both of these are originally

They can be considered pleasant sounds, but when they are put together, they give people an indescribable strange feeling.

There were no clouds in the sky, which made the direct sunlight look a bit dazzling.

On the snowy field that can't be seen at a glance, an extremely old snowmobile is parked in this vast expanse of silvery white. With a muffled sound like a lingering breath, wisps of snow are reluctantly spilled out.

The black steam looked like an angry old man, tapping his cane and venting his dissatisfaction with anger.

That humming sound, neither light nor heavy, came from underneath this dilapidated motorcycle.

Looking carefully, there is indeed a person lying under the motorcycle, a person wearing a brown and black coat.

Right now, the man is holding a wrench in his hand, constantly turning a screw on the bottom of the motorcycle. The bracket holding the motorcycle up is stained with rust, making people unable to help but worry about what screws will come next.

The support, which appears to be unstable, can break off, allowing the snowmobile to hit the person below.

Fortunately, until the man slowly tightened the screws, the trembling brackets showed no signs of breaking. Instead, the bases supporting them sank a little further into the snow.

The humming stopped, and the man in the coat pushed himself out from under the motorcycle.

Only then did she reveal her face.

Yes, it is her. Although her figure is a bit barren, it is undeniable that she is a woman, and she is a woman who looks quite young.

Judging from her appearance, she should be only about twenty years old. Her long hair, which should have been black and shiny, was now hanging messily on her shoulders, tied up casually with a military green tie. No.

It had been a long time since she had washed her clothes, and there were conspicuous hair flakes and oil stains all over it. At the same time, there was a lot of dark oil on her face. Combined with her oversized coat and trousers, which were almost off-line, she looked really good.

It's unflattering. It's like a beggar who just woke up from next to the trash can.

But contrary to her slovenly dress, her facial features are quite handsome. Yes, although handsome may not be appropriate to describe a woman, the first impression of her face is indeed that.

An endless snowfield, an old snowmobile, and a sloppy but handsome woman.

I have to say that the beginning of this story is probably quite strange.

The name of this woman is Liuyuan. Like her appearance, it is also a strange name. Compared to a woman, it is obviously more like a man's name, and for this land, such a name is not really

Rarely seen.

"It's really unlucky that it broke down halfway."

Next to the snowmobile, Liuyuan grabbed his dirty hair and complained as he looked at the motorcycle in front of him.

"Hey, you should get better quickly. It's not the time for you to die yet." As he said that, Yanagihara kicked the car that was emitting black smoke.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Several more streams of strong and acrid smoke sprayed out from the car, hitting Liuyuan's face in an unbiased manner.

"Ahem, cough, cough." He coughed and raised his hand to disperse the black fog on his face. Yanagihara's face looked a little better when he heard the engine sound returned to normal.

"Sure enough, these machines are all cheap. If they break, they have to be kicked."

Yanagihara muttered casually, leaned over and took off the bracket that supported the motorcycle. With a muffled sound, the snowmobile hit the ground, and Yanagihara hung the removed bracket next to the back seat of the car.

After a brief inspection, one can find that placed with these brackets are a roll of military canvas, a portable stove, several coils of steel wire, and a medium-sized black tool bag.

Putting the wrench back into the tool bag and zipping it up again, Liuyuan looked at the snowfield to the east and let out an inexplicable sigh.

She sat astride the motorcycle and reached out to hold the handlebars.

"Let's go on."

Saying this softly, she started the motorcycle again and drove off into the distance.

The wind blew the hair of the people on the car, and the flat snow was turned over by tracks and skis. On the almost empty snowfield, the tiny motorcycle traveled farther and farther, and finally gradually disappeared in the direction of the sky.

Now, it's time for us to tell what kind of story this is.

In fact, to put it simply, the content of this story is probably only one sentence: Yanagihara is an immortal, and she wants to return to her hometown to end her life.

As for why she did this, maybe it was to return the fallen leaves to their roots, which is an indescribable rural sentiment. Or maybe, she was just tired of such a world, such a world that was too empty.

But if you want to tell it in more wordy words, this is a somewhat lengthy story.

On that day, people fell into "despair".

Oh, please don’t get me wrong, the double quotation marks here do not mean falsehood, but emphasis. The reason is that people on that day did face a disaster that they had never faced before. And from that day on, this

A blue planet originally called Blue Star was completely engulfed in ice and snow in a short period of time.

That disaster started with a terrible impact. The sudden collision caused the earth to shake, and the sweeping heat wave seemed to destroy everything. The world seemed to be telling people that the end was coming.

But obviously, that was just the beginning of the nightmare. After the impact, the ocean swallowed up a large area of ​​land, and the cold current that came from nowhere covered the mother planet that has nurtured people until now with layers of ice and snow, making it cold and cruel.

Perhaps this was nature's belated wrath. Hundreds of millions of years after the first biological extinction, she announced the arrival of the second mass extinction. At this time, the cries and begging for mercy of children were no longer enough for her.

It has no effect, even as a mother, there is no possibility for her to be soft-hearted.

After the disaster, the world has changed. The planet has turned into a white snowfield. It seems that only the ruins buried in the snow can still prove the former civilization.

A small number of humans barely survived. They did not die in the disaster, but lived on the ruins of civilization, and built a new city-state greenhouse in this wasteland and snowfield with difficulty.

Fighting against the severe cold and the intrusion of mutated creatures after the apocalypse, people began their second era, which they called the post-disaster era.

At the same time, there is no doubt that from that day on, mankind has fallen into unprecedented despair.

The loss of technology and knowledge has caused gaps in human civilization. Primitive barbarism and part of the technology left before the disaster are intertwined, making this era appear abrupt and difficult to integrate.

The large-scale disappearance of green plants has made the air outside the greenhouse extremely thin, but the mutated beasts are unusually tall, contrary to common sense. Fruits and food have become the enjoyment of the upper class, while ordinary people can only grow by eating the flesh and blood of beasts.

keep the wolf from the door.

What's interesting is that people seem to be divided into classes at any time, but they still have to distinguish themselves from the beasts. But one thing, after the disaster, there is always one thing that is the same among people, it will not

Regardless of their status, almost everyone has no hope for the future.

The reason is simple, because the available resources are no longer enough to support people through such an era.

As for Liuyuan, her life experience is very complicated, and it may take a long, long time to explain it clearly, so I will briefly explain it here.

She was a person who existed before the disaster, so she witnessed with her own eyes the disaster that plunged everyone into despair, and she also died in it. Although he was not what he is now, there is no denying that

Yes, he is indeed dead.

Until she woke up again, in a body like this in a vast expanse of ice and snow.

She became completely different. At the beginning, she was overjoyed to wake up again. And she also found that she could not die no matter what. Yes, she could not die in the literal sense. She could not feel the cold.

, and she couldn't feel the pain. The broken arm could recover in just a breath, and the wound would heal instantly as soon as it appeared. Even if she fell off the cliff and was fatally injured, she could still stand up tremblingly and quickly

Repair your own body.

She thought she would start a new life. She thought it was like this, or from a certain perspective, it was indeed like this.

It's just that this new life is not as beautiful as she thought, even if she was given extraordinary abilities.

At first, she could still enjoy it. She found the gathering place of humans and began to learn the knowledge after the disaster. But as time went by, she was gradually assimilated by the people of this era. Because almost all people

We know that the resources that can be obtained in the shallow layers of the ice sheet have become less and less, and the existing technology of mankind is simply not enough to mine too deeply underground. Therefore, unless the ice and snow recede, sooner or later, mankind will be exhausted due to resource depletion.

Facing a real extinction.

Yanagihara has seen refugees who had to be relocated en masse in greenhouses where resources were exhausted, and people who were frozen to death in the ice fields. He has also seen people who accidentally ate inedible carcasses of wild beasts, resulting in illnesses and even madness and suicide.

The unlucky guy.

One hundred years, or maybe two hundred years, Yanagi Yuan didn't know how long she had been walking in this ice and snow. She only knew that she became more and more desperate day by day, until she no longer had any hope in this world. She was used to it.

People are like walking zombies, accustomed to lifeless greenhouses, accustomed to wind and snow that will almost never change.

Finally, one day she made a decision, a decision that was not that difficult. She was going to die, return to the seaside of her hometown, and then sink to the bottom of the sea.

Perhaps for the sake of ritual, she even started writing a letter specifically for this matter.

The title has not been completely decided yet, but it is temporarily called, To My Frozen Hometown.
Chapter completed!