In the square of the greenhouse, the warmth that they had not felt for a long time restored some color to the faces of the refugees.

The crowd gathered together, and Noxenford stood in the team, looking up at the tall tower deep in the night.

Perhaps noticing his behavior, Johnson also walked to his side.

"Will you save them?" Nossenford asked, gazing at the light on the tower that even the wind and snow could not cover up.

"Do they need to be saved?" Johnson asked, looking sideways at Northenford.

"I don't know." Northenford replied, shaking his head.

"I don't know either." Johnson pulled his lips and smiled bitterly: "But I will try to apply for Greenhouse Radio to send inquiries to them. As long as they are willing to enter the greenhouse, we will accept them."

"What if they don't want to?" Northenford calmly withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at Johnson and asked aloud.

"So." Johnson said, putting his hands into the pockets of his coat, looking up at the sky in the distance with a smile.

"I will look forward to their fight."

Because it must be filled with epic splendor.

Because this will be the first time in the decades after the Dark Ages that the people of this city have the courage to challenge disaster again.

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Johnson left, probably to contact Greenhouse Broadcasting.

So, half an hour later, when the singing on the tower paused for a moment, a clear broadcast was transmitted from the greenhouse to the entire ruins.

"Notice, notice, this is the No. 5 greenhouse in the west. This is the No. 5 greenhouse in the west. Due to the intensification of the wind and snow disaster, this region has made a temporary decision to accept all outsiders and provide basic humanitarian shelter. Please invite those who are interested in staying abroad

Go to the main entrance of the greenhouse immediately and we will receive you, repeat, we will receive you."

"Announcement, announcement..."

This broadcast was played three times in total, and it naturally reached the ears of Liz and Liuyuan clearly.

But when Yanagihara looked at Liz with questioning eyes, Liz just smiled and spoke into her microphone.

"This is really good news, isn't it? At least the lives of many people can be protected. So everyone who is in the ruins is asked to go to the greenhouse immediately. They can let you survive the snowstorm safely. And we will be here

Keep singing for you until the night is over."

Faced with Liz's speech, Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders without any surprise.

Obviously, she has gradually become accustomed to Liz's thinking mode.

This is probably because she herself is not a normal person.

In response to Liz's response, the radio in the greenhouse was silent for a while, and then slowly opened the communication and continued.

"Liz and the original band, you can enter the greenhouse to sing."

Their voices were solemn, with a hint of emotion not heard on ordinary radio broadcasts.

"I know." Liz said, her voice echoing in the city through the radio in the ruins.

"We can, but what's the point?"

No one can answer this question because only Liz knows the answer.

Only she herself knows why she insists on holding such a concert.

"It would be meaningless, wouldn't it, if we didn't face the disaster head-on."

The girl said this, walked to the front of the stage, held the guitar in her hand tightly, and stood facing the wind and snow with an extremely proud posture.

"So please look at us, we will not die in the wind and snow, we will sing until the dawn of tomorrow. So please look at us, we will not die in the wind and snow, we will interpret the meaning of our singing."

"So please look at us, or sing loudly with us."

Liz's voice gradually disappeared into the wind and snow, and what she responded to was the silence of the entire city.

In the complete silence except for the sound of the wind, the girl smiled lightly, turned around and looked at Liuyuan and asked.

"So, even in this case, are you willing to help me, Hara?"

"If I didn't want to, what would I have been doing before?" Liuyuan raised his eyebrows and chuckled, then asked.

"Thanks······"

"You're welcome."

"So." At this time, the sound of the radio in the greenhouse came again.

"Please believe that we are looking forward to it and sing with all your strength, Liz."

This time even Liz was stunned for a moment.

Yes, she didn't expect that other people would actually recognize her madness.

She didn't expect that anyone else would actually remember her name.

"Ha." Amidst the roaring wind, the girl smiled vaguely, then turned her head, looking at the wind and snow in the sky, and said with the corner of her mouth curled up.

"In this way, I will sing until the day the world restarts, and I will sing until the ice and snow melt."

This is a singer's promise to his fans.

"Here!" The high-pitched guitar sound sounded again, with enough noise to make even Feng Xue panic.

"Let's keep partying."

Of course, why not?

People in the greenhouse raised their heads and stared at the colorful lights in the distance with smiles on their faces.

We have been waiting for it for a long time.

The owner of a tavern moved all the junk liquor in his shop to the street outside, and put a sign saying that the price of liquor was halved. Soldiers with guns raised were dispatching emergency supplies in the uptown area, and the greenhouse manager stood at the window.

While shaking their wine glasses, the refugees held their torches high.

This snowy night is still very long, but people at this moment feel that it is not long enough, and even worry that it will be fleeting.
Chapter completed!