In my second year of high school, I went to Brisbane because of the school's exchange program.

It was Piaopiao's first time going to Australia, because she was still underage and had to live at homestay.

The family where I live is far away from the city, and it takes an hour or two to drive without traffic jams.

For an Australian city like Brisbane, suburbs don't mean desolate.

Rather, it was a wealthy area.

Because my father is an architect, the house I live in is particularly beautiful.

The fluttering room has a floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window there is a verdant meadow.

Near the window, a patch of strawberries was planted.

Strawberries that are born and raised.

There are no greenhouses, no greenhouses, no protective facilities.

When you wake up in the morning, open your sleepy eyes and open the curtains, you will see birds flying over to peck at strawberries.

Stretch out, step out of the room, and pick a few strawberries that are ripe and haven't been visited by the birds.

Start your day with breakfast with the birds.

It was a particularly beautiful time in my memory, and it was also the first time that Piao Piao realized that I liked to be close to nature so much.

On a winter morning in the southern hemisphere, Piao Piao took an apple and went out through the gate, ready to "visit" the place where she lived.

Piao Piao took the apple in her mouth and lowered her head to put on her shoes.

Then he reached out and opened the door without raising his head.

After walking two steps to his heart's content, he bumped into a horse with a height of nearly 1.8 meters.

Without the slightest defense, the panicked fluttering fluttered the apple that had just bitten into it and fell to the ground.

Before that, it was not that I had never seen a horse, nor had I ridden a pony of different colors in parks and scenic areas.

But the horse, which is obviously more than a head taller than himself, is indeed the first time I have seen it.

Just when Piao Piao was at a loss, a blonde beauty wearing a knight's uniform and a heroic posture appeared at the right time.

She said sorry to Piao Piao.

Probably because she smelled apples, she was so close to the door.

Look up at the horses.

Under the rising sun, this horse that met Piao Piao unexpectedly emitted a maroon light.

Pretty big eyes flickering.

The horses looked at me fluttering, and at the apples that had fallen to the ground.

And so on and so forth.

Somewhat uncertainly, I picked up the apple and brought it to its mouth.

The apple that I took a bite of was eaten in one bite.

The blonde tickled her foal affectionately and said a word that was beyond Piaopiao's vocabulary at the time.

Piao Piao guessed that she should be counting her horses for greed.

The big guy who was counted down had a smile in his eyes.

The thick eyelashes make the big eyes appear deeper and deeper.

It was probably from that time that Piao Piao fell in love with horses.

Although he returned to Australia to study as an adult, he spent most of his time in Melbourne, but the memories of grabbing strawberries with birds and feeding horses apples in Brisbane are still vivid.

"Riding Encounter" is a love story about equestrianism hidden deep in the heart.

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