In this quiet night, the three of them watched the paper lanterns go away.

There were stars in the clear night sky, and the paper lanterns that were gradually hard to find seemed to have turned into stars and merged into the dazzling galaxy.

And the words written in it seem to have been successfully conveyed to the distance, to the end that is hard to reach.

If there was really someone waiting there, she would definitely be able to see it.

Maybe, she was looking down at this time.

"What a beautiful custom." The old man stood in the snow, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile.

"It's hard to imagine what it will be like when a group of people do this together."

Yes, Al listened to the old man's words and tried to imagine it.

It's really hard to imagine, it might be like a group of people sending a star into the starry sky.

Little bits of fire will shine in people's eyes full of hope, and eventually fill the sky.

Liuyuan must have a very beautiful hometown, Al thought, and looked at the wanderer standing next to him with envy.

Liuyuan, on the other hand, raised his head, looking in the direction of the paper lantern, and remained silent.

Because she knows that the more beautiful something is, the more painful it will be when lost.

So yes, she once had a very beautiful hometown.

There are clean and warm streets there, people there are smiling, and the sunshine there is always pleasant and warm.

It was her home, and it was so beautiful.

So much so that she still suffers from the loss.

When the three of them returned to the research institute, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Al and Aztod were both a little stiff from the cold. It must be admitted that although the snow had stopped, the temperature outside was still horribly low. Fastest update Mobile version::

The old man prepared a cup of warm tea for Al and Yanagihara each, and then went into the kitchen to make coffee.

He seems to like this slightly pungent drink so much that he even isolated an independent greenhouse in the ecological garden to grow the plants that produce it.

Liuyuan sat in the seat in the hall, looking at the coffee powder in the old man's hand boredly. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he smacked his mouth and glanced sideways at Al.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Aztod." After a moment, Yanagihara shifted his gaze to the old man again and asked aloud.

"Do you have any sugar here?"

"Sugar?" The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding why Liuyuan asked this matter, but he still thought about it and then answered.

"There should be some. The supply team seemed to have sent some last time, and they are in the warehouse."

"So, can I borrow some?" Liuyuan asked again.

"Of course, this isn't a big deal, is it?" Aztod raised his shoulders and glanced at Liuyuan with a smile.

"Thank you very much."

"Actually, you don't have to be so polite, but it's best not to point a gun at me again."

After making a casual joke, Aztod took the brewed coffee and sat in the hall while stirring it.

"By the way." Perhaps out of curiosity, the old man glanced at Liuyuan again and asked, "What do you want candy for?"

"Make something to eat?" Liuyuan thought and said in words that were as easy to understand as possible.

"Really, it seems I can look forward to it." The old man smiled, squinted his eyes, and slowly took a sip of coffee.

As the exchange between the two ended, everything gradually became quiet.

Perhaps thinking that the time was right, Al hesitated and asked Yanagihara to tell another story.

Yanagihara thought for a while, and since he had nothing to do, he told another story called Wall-E.

This is a story about adventure, love, and thinking. The background of the story is somewhat similar to the current world, but it is not the same.

There is also a deserted world there. Although it has not been frozen, it is not difficult for the old man and Al to experience some of the emotions immersed in it.

The loneliness of the robot left alone on the planet, as well as its joy when meeting others of its kind, etc.

This makes it so that when a story is finished, neither of them has come back to their senses.

It's as if they are still in that world.

In fact, Liuyuan didn't remember the main plot of this story very clearly, so he could only tell a similar story based on his own impressions.

However, this didn't seem to have much impact, at least the old man and Al still seemed to be listening intently.

The hall should have been silent for a while, until the old man stirred the cold coffee in his hand with a spoon again, and the sound of the spoon hitting the cup wall broke the silence.

I looked at the time and saw that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

"This is really a story full of fantastic ideas." After a moment of pause, the old man gave such an evaluation.

"I like it very much, Yanagihara, you should write a book."

His tone was sincere because he felt that such a story had reason to be heard by more people.

"It's a pity that this is not my story." Liuyuan picked up his cup of tea, leaned on the seat, and said without hiding anything.

"It's a movie from the pre-disaster era."

"Movies?" As a child from the slums, Al naturally had never heard of such a thing.

"It is a form of narrative expression that uses light and shadow images." The old man sat aside and explained patiently.

Unfortunately, Al still doesn't seem to understand.

So the old man continued to explain eloquently.

In his slow but incomprehensible expression, this night seemed to have a different kind of fun.

Perhaps for people living on the ice sheet, even just sitting around doing nothing can be regarded as a special kind of enjoyment.

What's more, there are still people around to accompany and talk to.

So the old man felt that he had reason to cherish the present time, and so did Yanagihara and Al.

They are all willing to immerse themselves in this kind of leisurely leisure that may not be interesting, because even if it is just this, it is enough to give their tired bodies and minds a moment of rest.

Just like a tired traveler would sit on the roadside to rest, light a bonfire, and brag about his past with strangers passing by.

The point is not about bragging, nor about the past.

The reason is that the flame is just enough to warm the body, and that "I" just happen to meet "you". : :
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