After breakfast, the group set off again.

But Drosso just sat in the corner, holding his painting.

This painting was an impromptu work inspired by his inspiration, so it was completed very quickly. It only took him a few hours in the morning to finish most of it.

However, he always felt that something was missing from this painting. What was missing, Drosso couldn't figure it out. He just felt that something was missing from this painting, which made the picture always lack some beauty.

Puzzled, he turned his attention to Liuyuan again.

At this time, Yanagihara was sitting in the front seat teaching Al how to use a rifle.

This was what the girl asked her to teach her, saying that she wanted to play some role in the future "hunting".

Liuyuan didn't care much about this, after all, she obviously didn't need any help in "hunting", but since the girl wanted to learn, she didn't mind teaching.

"Put this here." Standing behind Al, Yanagihara said while pressing the butt of the rifle against her shoulder.

"You're in too bad shape to shoot now, so let's practice your posture first."

"Okay." Lying down by the car window as Liuyuan ordered, the girl nodded slightly stiffly.

To be honest, she had never thought that one day she would be able to use firearms, but she didn't want to become a burden to Liuyuan during her subsequent travels.

So no matter what, she wanted to learn some means of self-protection.

Learning how to shoot is obviously just the first step. Surviving on the ice has never been that simple.

"Kakakaka."

Jester solved the Rubik's Cube again within ten seconds, put it aside casually, looked at Al and said with a smile.

"Little girl, you should be lucky that you have people like Yuan to teach you from the beginning. When I was learning to shoot, I almost lost my shoulder because there was no one to guide me."

"Well, Yanagihara is a good person." Al affirmed Jester's words, and at the same time dealt a good person card to Yanagihara very skillfully.

"Speak less, stay quiet when aiming, and make sure the target hole, crosshair and target are in a straight line."

After giving instructions on how to aim again, Yanagihara leaned on El's back, held her hands with both hands, and adjusted the details of her movements.

"Hold your hands firmer, don't leave any gaps, but don't hold them too tight either."

Al felt the palm on the back of his hand, and then realized in a daze that Yanagihara's hand was really cold.

It was as if there had never been any temperature, like a stone buried in ice and snow.

"Liuyuan." Al suddenly said while lying by the car window.

"Huh?" Yanagihara put his chin on the girl's shoulder, confirming how she was holding the gun.

"Are you really not cold?" This should be the second time the girl asked this question.

It's rare because few people care whether Liuyuan is cold or not.

Yanagihara's answer was naturally the same.

"It's not cold." She said, and then subconsciously let go of the girl's hand.

"What's wrong? Are my hands too cold?"

"No." Unexpectedly, the next moment, the girl grabbed her hand again and said softly.

"It's okay, that's fine..."

Yes, that's good, because now this is the only thing Al can grasp.

Even though it was extremely cold, she could still feel a sense of peace of mind when holding the other person.

This peace of mind comes from her understanding that she is not completely alone yet.

Loneliness can kill a person when she is completely left behind.

Seeing the girl holding his palm, Yanagi Yuan seemed to notice something.

So she squeezed the girl's hand gently until the girl's tight body gradually relaxed.

Then she said: "Okay, let's continue."

"Um."

The girl responded and pointed the gun at the ice and snow outside the car window again.

In the corner, Deroso looked at Yanagihara and Al.

However, he did not listen carefully to the conversation between the two. He just looked at the obvious gap between Yanagihara's chest and Al's back.

"Oh!" Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and exclaimed to himself.

He did think of something, he thought that his painting was missing something.

Kent, who was sitting aside, paid no attention to the startled young man.

You know, they have all become accustomed to this kind of thing along the way. Artists are all virtuous in this way.

I saw Drosso quickly picking up his brush and starting to draw on the paper.

After about a minute, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and stopped what he was doing.

He felt that his paintings had been sublimated.

It doesn't matter where the specific sublimation is, he just painted a certain part of Yanagihara to be slightly fuller.

Well, just a little.

And it's definitely not out of personal preference, but for artistic expression.

It's not that DeRoso cannot appreciate the beauty of imperfections, it's just that he is a perfectionist.

What's more, Yanagihara's shortcomings are too serious.

Everything is for the sake of beautiful art. Deluso remembered what the old painter said to him, and his eyes couldn't help but become firmer.

But when he looked at Liuyuan again, his eyes wandered unconsciously.

I always feel that I have done something very sorry to Ms. Yuan.

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In the afternoon, it began to snow on the ice sheet.

This was a snow that came two weeks late, so the wind and snow were extremely heavy.

In order to prevent losing their way in the heavy snow, the team temporarily stopped.

Everyone was sitting together in the carriage, and the temperature dropped very low. For this reason, McCain specially lit two stoves to prevent anyone from suffering from hypothermia and frostbite.

The stove in the warm wave mode releases a suitable temperature, so that the situation in the car is not too bad after all.

But even so, everyone sitting around the fire was still tightly wrapped in cold-proof clothing, gloves, scarves, and hats, and even their ears were covered with semi-enclosed earmuffs.

"It's so cold." Droso shivered, rubbing his arms and whispered.

"The weather above the ice sheet is like this. You have no other choice but to adapt to it." Jester sat weakly on the side, spitting out the white mist condensed by the cold.

"Let's make some food." Kent said, preparing to take out some dried meat from his backpack with his frozen hands.

"I'll do it." Looking at his appearance, Yanagi Yuan took the backpack from his arms and prepared the broth skillfully.

"So, your system of not being afraid of the cold is really enviable." Jester smiled bitterly and put down the Rubik's Cube in his hand. Now he was so cold that he couldn't even turn it.

"Believe me, this is not necessarily a good thing." Yanagihara tore into the dried meat and shrugged.

Maika raised his head and looked at the car window that was already covered with a layer of frost. After a while, he shook his head and said.

"This snow will last at least three days."

This is already a relatively optimistic situation. Such heavy snow is possible even if it falls for a week.

"Let's start again when the snow gets lighter." Kent sighed helplessly.

Elle sat in Yanagihara's arms. She had stood with the rifle raised all morning, and her hands and feet were now weak.

After Yanagihara tore the dried meat into pieces and poured water to boil the broth, he rubbed the girl's shoulders again.

This made the girl's face turn a little red, but she didn't say much.

The carriage was obviously much quieter, with only the sound of the stove boiling water.

"It's so boring." Jester complained as he sat in his seat and glanced at everyone.

"Shall we do something?"

He is a restless character, both Kent and Macca know this.

But for their teammates, they had no choice but to reply.

"What do you want to do?"

"How about some mantra bets?" Jester smiled and put his hands in his sleeves, sitting cross-legged on the ground and asked.

Truth Bet is a pastime game in the post-disaster era, somewhat similar to another daily game in the pre-disaster era, Truth and Dare. Well, if Yanagihara remembers correctly, it was probably called this.

It’s just that the adventurous function has been removed and it has become a simple truth betting.

The loser must tell the truth in the next question according to the rules of the game, and if the lie is exposed, he will be punished accordingly.
To be continued...