To my frozen hometown

Chapter 16 White piao is a behavioral instinct

If you knew your own death date, what would you do?

And if this time of death has come down, what will you do?

De Rosso was an orphan, a term that is apparently not uncommon in greenhouses.

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

This allowed him to have a childhood that could at least guarantee food and clothing, and also allowed him to come into contact with the most beautiful things in his life.

Before he saw those paintings, he never thought 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.

It's a shift from gray to color, and that's a different way of looking at the world.

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

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

De Rosso has always believed in this sentence, so in his eyes, the world has become so beautiful, even though it is cold and heartless most of the time.

When De Rosso was 16 years old, the old painter died.As the adopted son of the painter, he inherited the studio at No. 110, Thumb Street, and also inherited all the legacy of the old painter.

He started drawing promotional posters for the Greenhouse newspaper, which gave him a free source of drawing paper, which was important because drawing paper didn't come cheap.

And he can also find some kraft paper left over from packing magazines in the newspaper office, and use these to wrap the picture frame, which can effectively protect the works.

De Rosso's life seemed to be gradually getting on the right track. He was not immersed in grief because of the death of the old painter, 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 was always able to record some beautiful moments.

Compared with the reality of the photos, these works outlined with one stroke of color will always have a more fantasy beauty.

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

To convey the beauty in his own eyes to those who have not seen it through pen and paper, this is what De Rosso wants to pursue all his life.

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

The world could have been different.

De Rosso believed without doubt.

Only in his year, that is, a month ago, he was diagnosed with heart swelling.

It was an incurable, terminal disease, and doctors said he would die in agony.

De Rosso 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.

De Rosso thought about it, just waiting to die alone.

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

It was really a very old old photo. Even though it was framed, its damaged corners and yellowed color made it difficult to deduce its age.

It is only based on the content of the photo that people can strongly judge that it is a photo before the disaster.

It is hard to imagine that a photo with such a long age would be preserved in the relics of an old painter, and it is still so well preserved.

What made De Rosso 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 brilliance had faded due to the passage of time.

However, the scenery recorded in it still made De Rosso unable to help but be addicted to it.

That night, De Rosso suffered from insomnia.

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

He thought, maybe he should draw that picture, he thought maybe he could use his short life to achieve a real beauty.

As for where he should draw this picture, he already had an idea.

He is going to the east of the fourth greenhouse, where there is a huge ice wall, and he wants to paint this beautiful scenery on the ice wall.

This will be the last thing he left in this world.

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

In this way, he will have no regrets.

In this way, he can say that he has offered his most beautiful blessings to this not necessarily beautiful world.

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On July 22, De Rosso hung the house-for-sale sign on the door of the studio.

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

On July 23, De Rosso completed his last 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.

A very beautiful lady expressed some interest in him.

De Rosso has always been a very ordinary person, he is not handsome, and he is not good at communicating with people.

So in terms of feelings, he is almost a blank slate, and the lady's initiative made him completely flustered.

In the rush, he left a bunch of inexplicable words, and then fled out of the hotel in a panic.

So that night, De Rosso suffered from insomnia again.

He was deeply ashamed of his self-righteousness.

I said something.

Lie helplessly on his bed, De Rosso thought as he ran his hands through his hair.

The lady just expressed some ordinary kindness to me. Maybe she just wanted me to draw a picture for her.

How did I even think of going there.

De Rosso, is your brain full of pulp?

Ah!

Feeling ashamed and tossing and turning twice on the bed, De Rosso finally stopped, lying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling on the roof.

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

In a trance, he thought again.

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

It's almost like a sculpture of Venus.

The difference is, the lady has no regrets.

The moonlight outside the window was deserted, and this night, the boy was still sleepless.

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Yanagihara received the news from Watson the day after meeting De Rosso.

The stressed-out conservatory captain told her that the herd was being driven out.

So Yanagihara bid farewell to Al and went to the Greenhouse Guard's station.

When she arrived at the Greenhouse Guard, it was already full of guard soldiers and hired personnel.

They were doing their own things, or preparing weapons, or cleaning tools, or packing their luggage.

In the crowd, Watson seemed to have seen Liu Yuan, but he obviously still had a lot of business to deal with, so he just nodded to Liu Yuan, greeted him symbolically, and then turned and left.

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

Liu Yuan didn't say much, and followed the crowd to the square of the guard camp.

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

Between 500 and [-] people.

Well, the situation is not particularly optimistic.

If the number of herds was really large enough, it would be difficult for such a number of people to strike effectively.

In the square, Watson 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 very much 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 want to reiterate that our time is running out, so next, my secretary will explain to you the main arrangements of this operation."

As Watson spoke, he handed the microphone to a woman beside him.

The woman frowned, then took a step forward, and began to explain the action plan that Watson said.

The plan to exorcise the beast is actually very simple.

On the periphery of the No. 15 Greenhouse, there is a circle of track built in the early years. This track is a high-altitude track, which is [-] meters high from the ground. It surrounds the greenhouse and can lead to the back mountain range, the eastern snowfield, and the western hills. The main place where wild beasts come and go.

The Greenhouse Guard will use this track to take the Snowfield Train to the ice field.

There will be special spices needed to attract wild animals on the train. This spice is a special grinding compound extracted from a series of materials such as honey wolf saliva, weasel incense, and minced meat.As long as it is lit on the train, it is enough to attract most of the beasts to attack the train.

Then the greenhouse guards can use the speed of the train and the height of the track to keep a safe distance from the herd of beasts, and then use firearms to accurately shoot and kill the beasts.

In this way, they can effectively consume the number of herds and defeat the herds, thereby achieving the purpose of driving the herds away.

The plan sounds feasible, but it is not so easy to execute.

Everyone knows this, but no one says much.

Everyone just listened to the plan quietly, and then received their weapons and supplies under the arrangement of the greenhouse guards.

When Liuyuan received the weapon, the soldier handed her a rifle, two boxes of ammunition, and a 70-centimeter straight knife.

Liu Yuan pulled out the blade, put it on his finger and cut it.

Blood flowed out immediately, but because of the cover of the blood, no one saw that her wound healed in an instant.

"What are you doing?" The soldier looked at Liu Yuan's actions and asked in a puzzled voice.

"Oh, I just want to test the sharpness of this knife." Liu Yuan said, put away the straight knife, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Obviously, it's sharp."

At least it was much sharper than her dagger.

"That's it." Looking at the straight knife put away in Liu Yuan's hand, the soldier suddenly smiled and said with a complicated expression.

"This knife is for you to commit suicide, of course it has to be sharper."

"Oh?" Liu Yuan, who was about to leave, was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at the soldier and asked.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because when you want to use it, you're basically going to die." The soldier sorted out the remaining weapons and replied without raising his head.

It is impossible for human beings to use a blade to survive in a herd of beasts, so the function of this knife has always been to allow people to kill themselves when they are trapped by a herd of beasts.

After all, compared to being swallowed alive by a herd of beasts, killing oneself is obviously much easier.

"Really, then can you give me one more knife like this?" Liu Yuan looked at the soldier and said with a sudden smile.

"Okay, anyway, this kind of thing is not like bullets, and usually no one wants it." After speaking, the soldier dug out another knife from the weapon pile and threw it to Liu Yuan.

"Remember, give yourself a break when you need it, it will free you quickly."

"Okay, I'll remember." Liu Yuan took the knife, turned and left.

To be honest, she actually prefers this simple and straightforward weapon to firearms.

No way, who made her a barbarian.

(End of this chapter)