He was the first to fulfill his promise to her, and he brought her to Hokkaido. Maybe his purpose wasn't just to see the snow.

Standing at the top of Mt. Moiwa, he told her that he had seen most of the beautiful scenery in Japan, but this time he came to Hokkaido, and he always had a different feeling.

"What does it feel like?" she sniffed, her cold red nose.

"It doesn't seem to be that cold here. ”

"Was it cold here before? I haven't been here, I don't feel it. ”

"Nope. His eyes curved in a beautiful arc, and he said in a magnetic voice, "It's with you, I always feel less cold." ”

"You're really good at talking to love. ”

To be honest, she doesn't like a man who can only flamboyate, and it just so happens that he is the kind of person she hates. But now she can't hate it, but has some indescribable excitement. She asked herself, did she like him or not?

After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't be sure of the answer, she was a little tired, so she simply didn't want to.

She was only sixteen years old, and she had never experienced this kind of feeling, so naturally she had no experience to talk about. Of course, she hopes that this is the first time and the last time. It doesn't take too many people to be nice to her, one is enough.

Night fell quietly in Hokkaido, and she hadn't seen enough of the beautiful scenery under the mountain, and she was a little reluctant.

He wrapped the blanket around her, caught the regret in her eyes, and asked, "Do you like to see the snow, or the cherry blossoms?"

He added, "The cherry blossoms here are beautiful. ”

"Next year. A light suddenly lit up in her eyes, "When the cherry blossoms bloom next year, you can take me to see it." ”

"Good. "It's not a hard thing for him to promise this kind of thing, it's just because he likes her. "You'll be seventeen next year. He stood at the top of the mountain and sighed, inadvertently holding her hand, and the scorching temperature was transmitted.

The whole world of Snow Shadow is lit up, and everything in front of them becomes unreal, as if a shrine maiden with ulterior motives has made a costly deal with humans, filling the whole world with a dreamlike blur.

When the sun rises and the blur fades, the ugly scars will be re-exposed to the light, reminding everyone that you are still you, the world, and the way it is.

Now, the only thing that can tell the difference between illusion and reality is the magnificent night view of Sapporo.

The lights are like a burning flame, lighting up the whole of Sapporo little by little in the direction of the wind. The surrounding snowscape became insignificant, and the flickering light under the top of the mountain attracted countless people to reverie and approach.

This is Sapporo's million-dollar night view, and it is said that the electricity consumption in just one night can cost millions of dollars.

Beautiful, really beautiful. She was so obsessed with it that she forgot about her past and where she was going to plan for the future. This breathtaking night scene always made her feel like a woman in a story.

In the midst of the stormy seas, the Sirens captivated the disoriented sailors with their most beautiful and ethereal songs, paddling in her direction, then hitting the rocks, and then sinking without a trace.

"Ah," she asked, tugging at his sleeve and staring at the huge light below, "You say, will someone run to this mountain, wait until the lights come on at sunset, and then jump off the top?"

"Jump?

"Because. The light in her eyes dimmed, "It's really beautiful here, I've never seen such a beautiful place, wouldn't you feel happy to jump here?"

He chuckled, lit a cigarette, and half-jokingly said, "What you say is sometimes strange, and most people don't say such things." ”

Yes, it's really abnormal, she can understand what he said, people who live well will not talk about death lightly.

"But, I like you like that. ”

"How much do you like it?"

"Loved it. He pulled her into his arms, "I want to keep it like this." ”

He kissed her. The faint smell of tobacco made her dizzy for a while, she didn't like the smell, but she liked him. So she doesn't refuse.

After a long, short first kiss, she reached into his arms, pulled out a delicate cigarette case and lighter, and awkwardly lit a cigarette. It's a vintage lighter, and it's studded with delicate little diamonds, and she won't use it, and there's a lot of embarrassment when she stands on the side.

He took it and teased, "Our little milk dog used to be stupid sometimes." ”

"I'm stupid, you teach me, and I'll be fine. ”

"Okay, I'll teach you. He said softly.

"Click-" The flames jumped out, and she felt the warmth of her fingertips.

"You try it once. He let go, and the flames dissipated. She took it, and pressed it down as he had just done, and the flame was lit again. He reached out to protect the light she had lit.

"Does the smoke smell good?"

"It's not great, but there's no way to say no. With that, he lit the cigarette in her hand and smoked it himself.

"Really?" she smiled, looking him in the eye and said, "So it tastes just like you." ”

He leaned over and said with a wicked smile, "You haven't tasted anything about me yet." ”

She reached out and snatched the unfinished cigarette from his hand, took a hard puff, and coughed in a choked mouth. He patted her on the back in amusement.

When she calmed down, she said, "Now I have a taste of you." ”

At that moment, what he spied from her eyes was not only a short-term pleasure, but also a vitality that had been silent for more than ten years and was about to dissipate.

After her trip to Hokkaido, her short vacation came to an end and she went back to school.

Sachiko is the first friend she made at school, she is a two-dimensional, likes to read shoujo manga, her mother is Chinese, her Chinese is very fluent, but sometimes she speaks in a weird tone.

Sachiko has never been in love, but she has read hundreds of love comics, and she can count the context and plot direction in them. Of course, she is also painting herself, and even proudly told Lin Weisheng that her studio is about to open, she knows that she is good at painting, and wants to ask her to be an assistant.

They sat in the café, Sachiko dancing happily at the studio, and she quietly drank the cold mocha. She was thinking about what he had said to him on Mount Mogaiwa.

"When do the cherry blossoms bloom in Hokkaido?"

Sachiko blinked with wide eyes, and she was always easy to be led astray when chatting, but she hadn't realized it yet.

"The earliest one will be open in February. ”

February...... That's fast.

"Can you tell me about you and that Mr. Liu, after you told me last time, I always felt very worried. ”

"He said he liked me. ”

"It really doesn't matter if he's eleven years older than you? And you don't know him well enough. ”

She laughed, this is such a straightforward girl.

"He is willing to wait for me, and I want to wait for him. If he likes me 100 percent, I like him 100 percent. If he only gives me 50 percent, I probably won't even give him 30 percent. ”

The implication was self-evident, if he didn't care about her that much, she would leave without leaving any room for it.