winter in greenland

As usual, the first day when new members of Sirius report to the training team is the busiest time of the year for Papa John.When Heath arrived with a group of people, three barrels of top-quality Westeffen beer had already been prepared on the bar, and Papa John was pouring whiskey for a table of regular customers sitting near the door.

"Boys, sit wherever you want." Heath waved casually to the people behind him, and walked towards the bar.

The population of Ferringe Port is not large, and the tavern is basically full of familiar faces. He greeted two or three fishermen and knocked on the bar familiarly: "How is it, old John, how is the business?"

Papa John grinned through his bushy white beard: "It's still the same. I ordered a few bottles of high-quality vodka and a few bottles of Moro, which arrived with today's transport plane." He said , he poured a glass of vodka and handed it to Heath.

Heath whistled: "Daddy is as shrewd as ever." Then he drank the glass of vodka in one gulp, picked up eight full beer glasses, walked around several tables, and walked to the place where the new team members sat together Before, put down the wine glass on the table, took one and lifted it up: "Boys, you are welcome to come to 'Sirius' to participate in this year's summer training. Although I don't know how many of you can last until the end of this summer, I still hope This place will make a good impression on you guys. Drink tonight, I promise you'll miss the beer when practice starts."

The rookies mumbled cheers and raised their glasses.The snow-white foam of beer spilled out of the cup with the collision, and the golden liquor swayed in the cup.In the bar, the melody of blues harmonica and trumpet is humming, the dim lights flicker with the flames of the fireplace, and a dilapidated wooden door separates the warm air in the room from the chill outside. Gives you a drowsy ease.

Annie, the only waiter at the bar, came to collect everyone's empty glasses and refilled them.She is Papa John's only daughter, and she has been helping out in this bar since she was sensible, and she was engaged to a fisherman in the port a month ago.Heath still remembered that Papa John's face was flushed with joy that night, and he kept topping up the drinks for every guest in the bar, and his thick and slightly hoarse laughter echoed in the bar all night.

He casually dragged a chair and sat down. When he looked up, he found that Dan was sitting next to him. The beer in his glass had hardly been touched, and it was barely noticeable that it was missing.

Heath raised his eyebrows: "Why, don't you drink?"

Dan smiled: "I used to drink it, but then I went on a mission and stopped touching it for a long time, so I quit."

"Northern Ireland?" Heath became a little interested.

Before Dan could speak, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew in——August came. He was not wearing camouflage, but changed into a somewhat formal uniform.

Heath stood up, greeted him loudly, and gestured towards the bar.

August came and sat down beside him, and Annie came over quickly with a glass of beer and a glass of vodka.

The lively atmosphere at the beginning became a little silent due to his arrival, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. He frowned slightly and took a sip of vodka. Then he picked up the cup, glanced at the players in front of him one by one, and simply said One sentence: "Welcome to 'Sirius'." He raised his head and drank the transparent liquid in the cup.

No one spoke, everyone raised their glasses in silence.

Heath sighed in his heart and tapped on the table: "This is your captain for the next 6 months, August, and you have already met in the afternoon. Although I can't guarantee that you will be there in the future training Curse us in your heart, but at least I can guarantee that you will not do it tonight."

One or two team members were amused by his words, and the silence was slowly dispelled.Watching the new team members start clinking glasses and chatting in twos and threes, August turned sideways and said something in Heath's ear, drank the beer in front of him in one gulp, got up and pushed away the chair and left the tavern.

Heath looked at his back, shook his head and pouted, and caught Dan's interested gaze from the corner of his eyes.

"Are you curious?" Heath looked at Dan half-jokingly.

The young man shook his head, the light cast a dancing light in his green eyes, and he said nothing.

The curfew at the base is 10 pm. After chatting with everyone calmly, Heath told them the rules, half serious and half joking, warning them that he didn't want to send a few of them away on the first day. His new teammate also left the tavern early.

Dan saw his figure disappear around the corner outside, and slipped out after him.

Although Port Feringe has not yet ushered in the polar day in May, the days have become longer and longer.

When Dan went out, the sky was not completely dark yet, the sky was covered with dark blue, and the deep color was filled with a layer of coldness.

He didn't return to the base, and his watch showed that he still had two hours of free time, so he simply turned a corner at the end of the long street and went to the port pier.

There were very few pedestrians on the street. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked leisurely. If he was not wearing spring camouflage, he would not be able to tell that he was a special warfare soldier.

You can already smell the salty sea breeze, and you can hear the sporadic "clacking" of thunderbirds, and occasionally you can see a huge shadow passing over the sky above your head. It is a snowy owl that comes out to feed at night.

Dan stopped a few hundred yards from the pier and closed his eyes slightly.In the silence all around, his five senses were infinitely magnified. He seemed to be able to feel the tiny air current brought by the snowy owl when it was gliding; the sound of waves hitting the pier was very clear. A bigger wave hit the concrete pile hard, splashing a burst of white foam.Farther away, the tide gently licked the beach, making regular "squeak" sounds.

Mixed with the sound of the waves, he vaguely heard the sound of a piano.Unexpectedly, he could hear this kind of sound in such a place that was almost isolated from the world. He opened his eyes and followed the direction of the piano sound with a little surprise.

There is a hidden alley on the right side of the road leading directly to the port. Walking along the alley, the sound of the piano becomes clearer and clearer, and the continuous arpeggios are like rippling ripples, eliciting the familiar theme of that period.He can almost imagine the alternation of the left and right hands on the black and white keyboard, the softness is like the sparkling sea surface under the breeze.

"sigh".Concert etude three.Lister.

Dan stopped at last at a gate near the end of the alley, half hidden by a stunted birch.From his point of view, he can see a small courtyard. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room at the end emit warm yellow light. The curtains are only half drawn, and the scene inside the living room is unobstructed—an old woman with gray hair sitting beside the fireplace. Sitting in a large armchair, he watched the burning fire.On his right is a brown piano, the body of which looks a little old under the light. A familiar figure is sitting in front of the piano bench, with slender fingers alternately on the black and white keys.

Obviously, the melody he heard flowed from here, from this person.

Dan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that a man with a serious face who was sitting in the tavern half an hour ago would play such a romantic melody.

At the end of the song, in the brief silence, the unknown birds on the bushes in the yard chirped a few times, as if they were imitating the music they heard just now.

Dan saw August standing up from the piano bench, solemnly closing the piano cover, smoothing out the wrinkles on his uniform jacket, bending slightly and whispering something in the old man's ear.From Dan's point of view, the expression on the old man's face could not be clearly seen, but immediately after, the old man stretched out his hands and held August's right hand. He raised his left hand, wiped the corners of the old man's eyes lightly, touched her forehead with his lips, then stood up and walked towards the door.

Dan almost instinctively took two steps back into the deep shadow of the tree, deliberately slowed down his breathing, and hid himself well in the darkness.

August pushed open the fence gate of the small courtyard, his figure was still upright, but his brows were slightly frowned.He didn't notice anything strange around him, and walked straight to the exit of the alley.

It wasn't until his back disappeared at the entrance of the alley that Dan came out of his hiding place.He looked back at the small courtyard. The curtains of the living room had been drawn, and the light was a little dimmer than before. The old man was probably about to rest.

He turned his gaze back to where he came from, with a little more thoughtfulness in his eyes.