A snowstorm is coming, this is what the document sent from the weather observation station said today.

The news spread among the greenhouse soldiers early, and everyone seemed to be feeling a little heavy.

It was another evening with no sunshine, and Johnson, a greenhouse soldier, returned to his home with subsidies.

His wife Jessica greeted him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Where's Hannah?" Johnson handed the supplies to his wife's hands, forced a smile, and asked as he looked around.

Hannah is their daughter, a lovely eight-year-old girl.

"Writing a diary in the living room." Jessica smiled lightly and loosened her arms around Johnson.

"It seems that I have no chance to appear in our family's 'Family Daily' today, right?" Johnson curled his lips slightly and shrugged helplessly.

"In fact, if you could have come back earlier, Hannah would have mentioned at the end of the diary what you looked like when you returned home."

"That must be very embarrassing." Johnson said, took off his shoes and walked towards the living room.

"I'm going to prepare dinner." Jessica walked into the kitchen with supplies, obviously intending to give the father and daughter some time alone.

In the living room, a girl with brown hair was sitting at the table with her legs dangling, as if she was writing something.

Seeing Johnson walking in, she immediately showed a bright smile, then jumped off the chair at the table, ran to Johnson and hugged him.

"dad!"

"Hello, my little guy." Johnson also smiled, leaned over and hugged the girl.

"Did you listen to your mother today?"

"Listen!"

"Well, you're so good. Hey, is that your diary for today? How about we take a look at it together?"

"Okay!" the girl responded with a smile, and was carried to the table by Johnson.

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Time spent with family members is always warm and comfortable. Even time seems to have slowed down, like a big hand, gently soothing people's hearts. It makes people feel relaxed and at ease.

Too lazy to move.

What is the cruelest thing for Johnson? The most cruel thing is that he knows that this greenhouse will one day be destroyed, but he is powerless to do anything.

After dinner, Hannah went back to her room to rest under the care of Jessica.

When Jessica came out, Johnson was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.

Noticing her husband's frown, Jessica sighed softly, sat next to him worriedly, and asked softly.

"Is the situation in the greenhouse not good?"

"Well, it gets worse every year." Johnson rubbed his brow, put down the newspaper, and slowly put his arm around Jessica's shoulders.

"Moreover, a large number of refugees have gathered in the ruins outside recently. After the snowstorm is over, we may have to clean up their bodies..."

"Can't we take them in?" Jessica looked at her husband complicatedly. She knew that the man in front of her was not good at dealing with this kind of thing.

"With the current resources inside the greenhouse, it is impossible to accommodate so many people." Johnson said tiredly, holding Jessica's hand tightly.

"Besides, what if they are dissatisfied with the distribution and riot. There are too many unstable factors, so refusing to take them in is a helpless decision."

Although he said this, Johnson's brows showed no signs of relaxing.

They were killing people, and Johnson knew it.

If the refugees had gathered to make trouble and forced their way through the greenhouse door, then he might not be under such great psychological pressure.

However, most of these refugees just left sadly after being refused admission. Perhaps they have been rejected too many times, so they have become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Only some refugees with children will continue to beg, begging the greenhouse to take in their children.

However, Johnson, who received the order, could only refuse them again.

Watch as these people's faces lose the last bit of brilliance, and then they leave with their heads lowered.

Johnson didn't even dare say a word to them.

Therefore, half a month ago, Johnson had already proposed a transfer to the Guard Department. Instead of guarding the greenhouse door, he was transferred to the weather station to be responsible for auxiliary work in meteorological observations.

Trying not to let himself hear news about those refugees again was the only thing he could do now.

Paralyzing yourself in this almost self-deceptive way.

But is this okay?

Recalling the refugee father who once knelt in front of him and cried bitterly, Johnson lost sleep again that night.

Yes, he is a weak person, so he does not even dare to face the death of others.

…

Yanagihara didn't know what was going on with Liz today, so he took her and Al around the ruins early and checked the city's broadcast lines from beginning to end.

"So what happened? Why are you so excited all of a sudden?"

Seeing Liz sitting in the back seat of the car still unable to calm down, Yanagihara casually put a gear on the snowmobile and asked helplessly.

"Although you may not understand this. But please believe me, I suddenly have a feeling that a snowstorm is coming."

Liz looked up at the sky and whispered in a low voice, with an uncontrollable blush on her face due to excitement.

"Only based on your feelings?" Liu Yuan stiffly opened his mouth.

She obviously couldn't accept that she was woken up so early in the morning and drove around half of the city just because of Liz's feeling.

"So please believe me, my senses are always very sensitive, as if I can find you."

Lizzie trusts her instincts very much, which may be one of the reasons why she seems like a madman.

For people who act based on their feelings, their actions may not necessarily follow logic.

"I just hope you can give me a more normal reason." Liuyuan shook his head while driving. This was probably the first time she felt that someone was less normal than her.

"Anyway, the reason is not important at all, is it?" Liz patted Yanagihara on the shoulder and said with a grin.

"The important thing is that our concert is about to start. Aren't you looking forward to it at all?"

"What to expect?" Yanagihara responded feebly, while Al lay aside and fell asleep.

"Looking forward to my new life..." At this time, Liz's voice suddenly calmed down.

Liuyuan was startled for a moment and glanced sideways at her.

What he saw was the girl smiling confidently, with a look of concentration in her eyes.

"Just look forward to it, my voice will resound throughout the sky."

Just look forward to it, I will sing with all my strength.
Chapter completed!