To my frozen hometown

Chapter 22 The car is a man's second lover

At midnight, Watson returned to his home after finishing his official duties for the day.

On the top of the greenhouse, the last few greenhouse trains are still running, and the car lights illuminate the interlaced steel under the dome, which can be regarded as a unique scenery in the post-disaster era.

There was no one in the street. On the path paved with bricks and stones, Watson stood in front of the house with a tired expression. After a moment of silence, he took out a key from his pocket.

His face was covered with stubble, and it could be seen that he hadn't taken care of it for many days.

Obviously, although the beast problem has been solved, his work has not been reduced much.

In fact, because he had to deal with some follow-up matters, he had worked overtime for three consecutive days, which made his dark circles a little heavier.

"Crack." He raised his hand and inserted the key into the lock.

Watson was about to open the door, but he suddenly felt something, stopped the movement of his hands, and turned his head to look at a corner of the street.

As it turned out, his senses were not wrong.

Not far from him, in the shadow of the street corner, a figure was leaning against the wall, playing with a lighter in his hand.

"Crack." The flame on the lighter ignited and extinguished.

Then, the figure came out from the shadows.

The light of the street lamp illuminated her appearance. It was an extremely handsome face, and it was also a face that Watson remembered deeply.

"Liu Yuan." After calling out the name, Watson stood there blankly.

"En." Liu Yuan responded softly, throwing the lighter in his hand and said.

"I'm here to give you back your things, and by the way, I want to get my reward."

As she spoke, she stopped and threw the lighter to Watson, who was still in a trance.

Watson caught the silver cube thrown by this one in a daze. He didn't know if it was a surprise, but he smiled in disbelief.

"Oh, are you still alive?"

"I don't die so easily." Liu Yuan said calmly with drooping eyes, putting his hands into the pockets of his coat: "So, you don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"

The surroundings are quiet, the lights flicker occasionally, and the flying insects surround the street lamps as always, chasing the palpable but unattainable light.

"No, the Greenhouse Guard never defaults." Watson looked at Liu Yuan with a smile, and said slowly.

Then, he threw the lighter in his hand back.

"Crack." In mid-air, Liu Yuan raised his hand to catch the thing, raised his eyebrows and asked aloud, "What do you mean?"

"Give it to you." Watson waved his hand, turned around and didn't look at Liuyuan again.

"Tomorrow I will prepare everything for you. In addition, I wish you a smooth journey."

Liuyuan stood lazily on the street, she looked at Watson, nodded after a while and said.

"Well, then I'll trouble you."

After that, she was ready to leave.

"Oh, yes, and more." At this time, Watson suddenly stopped her and said.

"Thank you." In the silent street, these two words seemed short and forceful.

"It's nothing." Liu Yuan waved his back to Watson, put the lighter in his pocket, and walked into the shadow of the street again.

In fact, Liuyuan knew that she couldn't bear Watson's thanks at all.

Because in this battle against disaster, she is a coward who chooses to escape, while Watson, he is still a warrior and is still fighting.

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Liuyuan had long wanted to replace her worn-out snowmobile, so when she saw the new snowmobile that Watson had prepared for her, she got on it without thinking.

Sure enough, human beings love the new and dislike the old.

While complaining about the inferiority of human beings in his heart, Liuyuan felt the new snowmobile without shame.

Well, it is very comfortable to hold, the load capacity is large, the oil gauge is clear, the paintwork of the body is well preserved, and there are no foreign objects in the tracks.

Is it brand new? Liu Yuan looked at the snowmobile intently, as if he was looking at his new lover.

The oily plate with round cushions is a perfect fit for her needs. (You can refer to the tracked car in Girls' Last Tour.)

Watson really knows how to do things.

Unconsciously, he sighed again in his heart, Liu Yuan had a feeling that he didn't want to get out of the car.

Ai Er stood aside, she came to collect the supplies with Liu Yuan, but she ended up standing here looking at Liu Yuan ashamed.

Sighing helplessly, after counting the supplies in the car by himself, Al nodded to Watson who was standing aside and said.

"The quantity is correct."

"Okay." Watson replied with a smile, then looked at Liuyuan and asked.

"How about it, are you satisfied with the new car?"

"Well, very satisfied." Liu Yuan sat in the car, feeling the softness of the cushion up and down, and replied affirmatively.

After all, this cushion alone is a hundred times better than her dry and shriveled old car.

"Just as long as you are satisfied." Watson looked at Liu Yuan dumbfoundedly. He just thought that this person was really interesting. Sometimes he was terribly calm, and sometimes he was so pure and simple.

No way, Liu Yuan only has these two hobbies, one is eating and the other is driving.

Her old motorcycle can no longer meet her needs, and it is better to break up peacefully as soon as possible, so as not to make trouble for both parties.

Because of the addition of an open compartment, snowmobiles can carry much more materials than snowmobiles.

After loading everything and letting Al sit in it, there is still some room in the car.

"Okay." Helping to insert the last tank of oxygen beside the carriage, Watson said, looking at Liuyuan.

"If there's nothing else to do, then I'll go back first."

"Okay, goodbye." Liu Yuan sat in the car and checked the dashboard, and waved his hand directly when he heard what Watson said.

You're really welcome.

Watson smiled bitterly in his heart, then sighed and said.

"Bon Voyage."

"Well, you too." Liuyuan said, looking back at Watson.

"Don't lose next year."

"Oh." Watson grinned: "Don't worry, it won't happen."

He'll keep winning until he dies.

"Goodbye then."

"See you."

On this endless ice field, goodbye may be the heaviest promise between people.

Because it represents that no matter how far apart, we will meet again.

Whether Yanagihara and Watson will meet again, they don't know, what they do know is that they will both continue on their own paths.

And goodbye is their blessing to each other.

The difference is that what Watson hopes is that the two will eventually meet again one day.

But Liu Yuan hoped that the two would never meet again one day.

Because one of them will continue to live, and the other will die.

The door under the greenhouse opened, Liuyuan started the snowmobile, and under the watchful eyes of Watson, he drove into the ice field with Al.

The front is white, with no direction, and only the traveler knows that she will go through the snow to the end of the land.

On the other side, a team of well-equipped employers is also sorting things out.

Under the amazed gaze of others, they loaded boxes of paint into the carriage.

A young man stood beside them and said with a wry smile.

"Sorry, I can't do anything for you."

"It's okay." An employee in the team said with a smile.

"If you are not in good health, you should take more rest. Just leave these chores to us."

After all, the travel expenses for this trip were all paid by the young man alone, including the employment fees of the employers.

"By the way." Speaking of this, the employer seemed to remember something again, and asked the boy.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do in the Eastern Plains?"

"Oh." The young man smiled lightly, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

"I'm going there and painting a picture."

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The weather on the ice field is really good recently. There is no shelter from the wind and snow, and the sun shines directly on the ground, making the originally unbearable cold a little warmer.

At noon, Liu Yuan was driving a motorcycle and determined the direction on the ice field.

Next they would cross the eastern plains to West Greenhouse No. [-], where they might resupply a little if necessary.

Al sat quietly in the open carriage, probably because he had nothing to do, so he picked up a nutritional supplement and asked.

"Liuyuan, what is this?"

"Huh?" Liu Yuan turned his head and glanced at the things in Al's hand, then blinked his eyes and said.

"Oh, this is a nutritional supplement."

To be honest, solving all the commissions made her feel a lot easier, so that the expressions on her face became richer, and she no longer always had the plain and calm look.

On the contrary, Al became much quieter, so Liuyuan didn't mind chatting with Al when she wanted to talk.

"Nutrient?" Al looked at the purple liquid in his hand, nodded and said, "Is this the one?"

She had only heard of the name before, but had never seen the real thing.

Because this kind of thing is usually affordable for the upper-class people who live in the greenhouse center.

Due to the decline of green plants, the main food in the post-disaster era is meat, and at most it is eaten together with some pills.

But this eating pattern is obviously unhealthy, which makes most people in the post-disaster era nutritionally unbalanced.

Nutrients are what was born because of this. It is a medicine made by extracting juice from various plants.

To put it bluntly, it is something similar to vegetable juice and fruit juice.

However, due to the scarcity of plants, its price is also very high, and ordinary people cannot afford it.

Therefore, this item has gradually become the privilege of the upper class.

"You can have a try." Liuyuan sat in the driver's seat and said casually to Al.

Anyway, she doesn't need this kind of thing. If you save some of the nutritional supplements here, it should be enough for Al to drink for two or three months.

"Okay." Al nodded, opened the lid of the potion, and poured all the purple liquid inside into his mouth.

After half a sound.

"How is it?" Liu Yuan asked aloud.

"Liuhara, can I have another drink?" Al blushed and licked the corner of his mouth.

As a person who has never drank fruit juice, the sweet and sour taste really made her want to stop.

"No, you can only drink one drink for three days." Liu Yuan's face darkened, and he immediately rejected Al's request.

Just kidding, do you still want to drink this thing as water, prodigal stuff.

(End of this chapter)