Fuji Ayako sighed, "I thought something terrible had happened." ”

"Although it is true that there is a suspicion of making a big fuss," Ye Zhao said with a smile, "but it's not something that is completely unworthy of mention, is it?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the remaining snow in the corner again, "Isn't the original purpose of coming to Akita just to enjoy the snow?

"And," Ye Zhao didn't change his nature of making jokes to "spoil the atmosphere", and continued, "I saw the snow the first time I came to Akita, although it was only a little, but the purpose of 'appreciating the snow' was achieved." ”

That seems right, too. ”

"Of course," Ye Zhao said, "even if it's just a little bit, you have to respect their dignity as snow." ”

"The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes......" Fuji Ayako finally showed a little helplessness.

After enjoying the snow...... If that's just a snow viewing. After enjoying the snow, Fuji Ayako led him into the door. No one has lived here for a long time, and there is no heating or anything like that, and the temperature inside and outside is almost the same, and even if you walk in, you don't feel that warm.

Maybe it's because the cousin named Masami often comes over to help take care of it, but the house doesn't have the weird smell that comes from being uninhabited all year round.

Fuji Ayako took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet, and the unheated floor really didn't give people the courage to step on them directly.

As you can see from the outside, the house itself is not big, or a little compact. Next to the entrance was the Western-style reception room where he had sat for a while when he first came here, and walked down the wooden hallway, and further down, there was a Western-style guest room, with the living room and kitchen at the very end.

On the second floor, there is a Western-style master bedroom with a spacious double bed, and in addition to this, there is a Japanese-style room about the size of six tatami mats, and the last room, Ayako Fuji, is left unopened, explaining, "This is Sachiko's bedroom." ”

Ye Zhao nodded, indicating understanding.

In general, except for the exterior of a traditional Japanese-style house, the interior is basically Western-style.

"Western-style rooms are easier to maintain and easier to match with furniture. For this, Fuji Ayako explained it this way.

"That's right. Ye Zhao nodded in agreement. After actually experiencing a Japanese-style room with tatami mats, the mere cleaning of the tatami mats is enough to give you a headache.

Moreover, he lived in a small room at that time, and if it was a traditional house with Japanese decoration, it would be unimaginable how hard it would be for housewives to take care of the housework.

After turning on the air conditioner in the bedroom, the two went downstairs, and Fuji Ayako took out the black tea she had brought from Tokyo from her travel bag and went to the kitchen to boil water to make tea.

Seeing this, Ye Zhao said with a smile: "Have you even considered such a small place?" ”

"Because there's nothing here. Fuji Ayako laid out the coaster, took out two rather beautiful teacups from the cupboard, and washed them again on the faucet, "And, just after getting out of the car, it will definitely be tired, and it is necessary to drink a cup of hot tea." ”

"Shouldn't you even bring your own soy sauce for the next few days?" Ye Zhao followed her into the kitchen and teased her.

"Not really. However, when I get back to Tokyo from here, I'll have to bring some soy sauce with me. Fuji Ayako said, "Does Ha-kun know? Akita is a famous producer of soy sauce. ”

"I don't know. Ye Zhao smiled, "I only know that Akita is the famous place of beauty." ”

"Did you mean that?" Fuji Ayako looked up at him.

Ye Zhao denied it: "How could it be." Akita is the land of beautiful women, and everyone knows it. Speaking of this, he approached Fuji Ayako, lowered his head, gently bit her lower lip, kissed her for a while, let go of her, stared into her eyes and said, "And I, the experience of this matter is particularly profound. ”

When I went upstairs again, it was already past three o'clock, Ye Zhao took out pajamas from his travel bag and changed them, while Fuji Ayako was simpler, opened the wardrobe directly, and took out pajamas from inside.

"It's been almost six years, right? Fuji Ayako was a little embarrassed, "Then and now, my figure has probably changed." ”

"So, when I bought this pajamas, Ayako-san was still in her twenties?" Six years ago, she was just twenty-nine years old.

"Yes, exactly at the end of the twentieth generation. Fuji Ayako smiled, "It's clear that you're already in the second half of your thirties, but you still take out the clothes of the twentieth generation and wear them on your body in a grand manner, a little cheeky, right?"

"It's the opposite. Ye Zhao said, "In the second half of the thirties, it is still just right to wear the clothes of the twentieth generation, not just to prove that Caizi-sang six years ago and now, the figure has not changed at all." And pajamas are more comfortable to wear old. ”

"Thank you, that's gentle. Ayako Fuji said.

The two got into the quilt together, and although the heating was turned on, they still hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's body temperature through their pajamas.

"At this point, I don't know if I should say 'good morning' or 'good night' to you. Ye Zhao gently stroked her back. It won't be long before the morning comes.

"Wouldn't it be nice to say 'good night' now and 'good morning' when you open your eyes again. Fuji Ayako whispered.

"That's right. Ye Zhao agreed.

"However," Fuji Ayako suddenly chuckled lightly, "In the second half of the thirties, wearing pajamas from the twenties, being held like this by a man who is fourteen years younger than herself, such an experience, is a bit strange, but it is also quite interesting." ”

"I think it's funny, too. Ye Zhao said, "At the beginning of the twentieth generation, holding a woman who was fourteen years older than me, and in the second half of the thirtieth generation, was wearing the pajamas of the twentieth generation. Moreover, it is clear that he is wearing clothes from the twentieth generation, but there is nothing inappropriate at all. ”

"Really?" Fuji Ayako casually agreed, buried her face in his neck, kissed his Adam's apple, whispered "good night", and then closed her eyes.

From Tokyo to Akita and from the station back to Fujiko's home, the fatigue of the journey almost consumed all the energy of the two. Not only Ayako Fuji, but even himself, just want to sleep peacefully.

So, Ye Zhao also said "good night" to her, stretched out his hand to extinguish the bedside lamp, closed his eyelids, which were already a little heavy, and soon after, he fell asleep deeply. 2k reading web