"This is what you've asked?" Ivy's grip tightened on her violin case. The bitter wind bit at her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. The blizzard raged around them, swirling flakes obscuring the world they once knew. School was out, but the bitter cold and the sight of protesters outside her father's corporate office were not how Ivy had envisioned spending her New Year's Eve.
"Sorry to ask you to come out like this... I thought maybe if I could play something for these people at the camp tonight, that might bring a glimmer of joy to their weary spirits." Jason's voice carried a tinge of guilt, his eyes fixated on the bustling street. The sea of protesters, resolute in their mission, stood as the last line of defense against the impending activation of the Beiton Cybernetic Control Center version 2.0 at the stroke of midnight. Their spirits, undeterred by the freezing cold and harsh conditions, burned bright with the fire of conviction.
"Why are you with these people?" Ivy's voice wavered with a mix of confusion and concern, her gaze shifting from the passionate crowd to Jason's troubled face.
"Well, I am one of them," Jason's response held a touch of defiance, as if he was carrying the weight of the protesters' hopes on his shoulders.
Ivy's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and frustration washing over her. "Then why did you call me? I'm one of the people you guys despise the most."
Jason's expression softened, pleading for understanding. "You're not really part of their agenda, are you? I wanted to ask you this in person."
A surge of anger coursed through Ivy's veins, her words laced with frustration. "Oh, stop it. You ungrateful, brainwashed fools have no clue how the real world operates. If you truly believe in that nonsense, then you're lost beyond redemption. I won't waste my breath arguing with you."
Her words hung in the air, tension crackling between them. The bitter cold mirrored the growing divide between the two. As the protesters continued their fervent struggle for what they believed in, Ivy and Jason stood at a crossroads, their hearts heavy with the weight of their differences. In that moment, they both knew that their paths were diverging, and the road ahead would be treacherous and uncertain.
"这是你要求的吗？"艾薇捧紧了她的小提琴盒。刺骨的寒风啮咬着她的脸颊，映照出她内心的动荡。暴风雪在他们周围肆虐，飞舞的雪花遮蔽了他们曾经熟悉的世界。学校放假了，但寒冷的严寒和在她父亲的公司办公室外抗议的人们，不是艾薇曾经想象中的新年夜度过的方式。
“抱歉让你这样出来...我想，也许我能在今晚为那些人演奏一些曲子，给他们的疲惫灵魂带来一丝快乐的光芒。”杰森的声音带着一丝内疚，他的目光注视着繁忙的街道。抗议者的海洋，坚定地站在最后的防线上，抵挡着午夜时分北斗智能控制中心2.0版本的即将激活。尽管严寒和艰苦的条件让人难以承受，但他们的斗志依然坚定，燃烧着信念的火焰。
"你为什么跟着这些人在一起？"艾薇的声音带着困惑和关切，她的目光从激情的人群转向杰森苦恼的面容。
"嗯，我是其中之一。”杰森的回答带着一丝挑战，仿佛他肩负着抗议者的希望。
艾薇的眼睛瞪大了，一种不信和沮丧的情绪涌上心头。"那你为什么叫我出来？我是你们最鄙视的人之一。”
杰森的表情温和了下来，希望得到理解。“你不是真正属于他们的计划，对吗？我想亲自向你询问这个问题。”
一股愤怒涌上艾薇的血脉，她的话语充满了挫败感。“够了！你们这些忘恩负义、被洗脑的傻瓜们根本不懂现实社会是如何运作的。如果你真的相信那些胡说八道，那你已经迷失得不可救药了。我不会浪费口舌与你争论。”
她的话语悬在空中，紧张感在他们之间弥漫开来。寒冷的严寒反映了两人之间日益加深的分歧。当抗议者继续为他们所信仰的事业奋斗时，艾薇和杰森站在十字路口，心中沉重，面对前方充满险阻和未知的道路。