What would you do if you knew your own death date?

And if this death date has arrived, what will you do?

Drosso is an orphan, a term that is apparently not uncommon in greenhouses.

But at the same time, he was also a lucky orphan, because he was adopted by an old painter when he was five years old.

This gave him a childhood that could at least ensure food and clothing, and also allowed him to be exposed to the most beautiful things in his life.

Before he saw that painting, he never imagined that everything could be so beautiful.

And when he painted the first touch of color with paint, the world in his eyes was already lit up.

That's a transition from gray to color, that's another way of looking at the world.

And this is also the most valuable knowledge that the old painter taught Drosso.

He said that before the disaster, there was a famous saying that there is no lack of beauty in the world, but there is a lack of eyes to discover beauty.

Droso has always believed in this sentence, so in his eyes, the world has become so beautiful, even if it is cold and ruthless most of the time.

When Drosso was sixteen years old, the old painter passed away. As the painter's adopted son, he inherited the studio at No. 118 Thumb Street, and also inherited all the old painter's inheritance.

He began to draw promotional posters for Greenhouse Newspaper, which gave him a free source of drawing paper, which was important because drawing paper was not cheap.

Moreover, he can also find some leftover kraft paper from the newspaper office when packaging magazines, and use these to wrap the picture frame, which can effectively protect the work.

Derroso's life seemed to be gradually getting on the right track. He did not immerse himself in sadness because of the old painter's death, because he knew that the old painter would not want him to do that.

As his skills improved, he began to paint some of the residents in the greenhouse, and the canvas could always record some beautiful moments.

Compared with the reality of photos, these works outlined with colors always have a more imaginary beauty.

This sense of beauty is what a painter wants to convey to the viewer.

Conveying the beauty you see in your own eyes to people who haven't seen it yet through pen and paper is what Drosso wants to pursue throughout his life.

He wanted to share the dreamlike scenery he saw with everyone.

The world could have been different.

Droso believed it without a doubt.

It was only when he was eighteen years old, that is, one month ago, that he was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy.

This is an incurable terminal disease, and doctors said he would die in pain.

Droso was depressed for a long time. He didn't understand why fate was always so cruel to him. He didn't understand why, even though he had worked so hard, he still couldn't get the favor of life.

There is no way, many things in this world are unreasonable.

Droso thought about waiting to die alone.

Until one day, he found an old photo among the old painter's belongings.

It was really a very old photo. Even though it was mounted in a frame, its damaged corners and yellowish color made it difficult to determine its age.

Only based on the content in the photo can people judge that it is a photo taken before the disaster.

It is unimaginable that a photo of such a long time would be preserved in the relics of an old painter and be so well preserved.

What made Deroso even more unimaginable was the scenery in that photo.

He promised that it was a beauty he had never seen in his life, even though its color had dimmed and its luster had faded due to the passage of time.

But the scenery recorded in it still makes Deroso unable to help but be fascinated by it.

That night, Droso couldn't sleep.

He didn't sleep all night, just thinking about one thing over and over again.

He thought that maybe he should draw that photo. He thought that he might be able to use his short life to achieve true beauty.

As for where he should paint the photo, he already had an idea.

He is going to the east of Greenhouse No. 4, where there is a huge ice wall, and he wants to paint this beautiful scene on the ice wall.

This will be the last thing he leaves to this world.

This will also be the last work that he is willing to use his life to achieve.

In this way, he will have no regrets.

In this way, he can say that he has given his most beautiful blessing to this world that is not necessarily beautiful.

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On July 22, DeRoso hung the house for sale sign at the door of his studio.

Yes, he wants to sell this studio, and then use the ore in exchange to buy paints, maps, and recruit employees to take him to the ice wall in the east.

On July 23, DeRoso completed his final work in the greenhouse, a portrait of the innkeeper's wife.

He took the portrait to the hotel, but it was also there that he encountered something that made him at a loss.

An extremely beautiful lady expressed some interest in him.

Droso has always been a very ordinary person. He is not handsome and is not good at communicating with others.

So when it comes to relationships, he is almost a blank slate, and the lady's initiative completely flustered him.

In a hurry, he left a bunch of incomprehensible words and then fled from the hotel in a panic.

So that night, Droso couldn't sleep again.

He was deeply ashamed of his self-righteousness.

What did I say?

Lying feebly on his bed, Deroso thought this while holding his hair with both hands.

The lady obviously just expressed some ordinary kindness to me. Maybe she just wanted me to paint a painting for her.

How did I come up with that idea?

Drosso, is your brain full of pulp?

ah!

After rolling two more times on the bed in embarrassment, Droso finally stopped and lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

But that lady is really beautiful, isn't she?

In a daze, he thought like this again.

In my mind, the woman's three-dimensional facial features, healthy skin color, and body lines seemed to appear again.

It's almost like a sculpture of Venus.

The difference is that the lady has no regrets.

The moonlight outside the window was deserted, and that night, the young man still had no sleep.

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Yanagihara received the news from Wardson the day after meeting Droso.

The stressed-out captain of the Greenhouse Guard told her that the deportation of the herd had begun.

So Yanagihara said goodbye to Al and went to the Greenhouse Guard's station.

When she arrived at the Greenhouse Guards, the place was already filled with Guards soldiers and hired personnel.

They were each doing their own thing, either preparing weapons, wiping tools, or packing luggage.

In the crowd, Wardson seemed to see Yanagihara, but he obviously still had many matters to deal with, so he just nodded to Yanagihara, said a symbolic hello, and then turned and left.

Not long after, a message came over the Greenhouse Guard's radio, asking everyone to gather in the center of the square of the camp, waiting to accept the arrangements for the operation, and to receive weapons and supplies.

Liuyuan said nothing and followed the crowd to the square of the guard camp.

On the way, she briefly estimated the number of people in the square.

Approximately between 1,000 and 1,500 people.

Well, the situation is not particularly optimistic.

If the number of the herd is really large enough, then it may be difficult for such a number of people to carry out any effective attack.

In the square, Wardson stood there. Seeing that the crowd had gathered, he picked up a microphone in front of him, looked at the crowd and said.

"Thank you all for your cooperation. First of all, on behalf of the Greenhouse Guards, I would like to thank you for participating in this operation. As the commander of this operation, I will try my best to ensure your safety during the operation."

"Secondly, I would like to reiterate that we are running out of time, so next, my secretary will explain to you the main arrangements for this operation."

As Wardson said, he handed the microphone to a woman next to him.

The woman raised her eyebrows, then took a step forward and began to explain the action plan that Wardson mentioned.

The plan to drive away the beast is actually very simple.

On the periphery of Greenhouse No. 4, there is a ring of mountain-encircling track built in the early years. This track is a high-altitude track, fifteen meters above the ground. It surrounds the greenhouse and can lead to the back mountain range, the eastern snowfield, and the western hills.

The main place to wait for wild animals to appear.
To be continued...