The room is still very brightly lit, comparable to the brightness of 12 noon, and the combination of table lamp and chandelier replaces the role of solar lighting. The electric fan on the side of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is also working hard, bringing bursts of coolness, but the object of service is not me as the master, but since half an hour ago I have been sitting at the desk seriously flipping through the snow of my collection, I still maintain a sitting posture, and I have insisted on half an hour on this not hard tatami mat, although I am a very authentic Chiba resident, but I can't adapt to this so-called sitting, because the twists and turns of the legs will produce blood blockage, and finally the legs will be paralyzed, not only that, waistThe shoulders are also forced to straighten because they do not conform to the natural bending laws of the human body, which makes people feel as if there is a heavy object pressing on the shoulders, who invented this unscientific sitting posture? It's almost the limit...

Put down the last fandom that I just finished reading under the snow.,And took out a copy from the photo book with only two copies left.,Because the camouflage is all removed.,The original cover of the photo book is also perfectly presented.,A beautiful model in a bikini is very hot lying on the beach.,Hands support the handlebar.,With a bright smile.,Squeezing my eyes to make a very cute gesture.,This is one of my favorite collections... Of course, it is not because of the devilish figure of Horn Allah written in it, but the scenery as the background in this photo is the most beautiful, and the shooting angle of the natural scenery of the beach, the sea, and the seagulls is more professional than those travel magazines, from the perspective of loving natural scenery, so even if I only eat white bread in the only 500 yuan of breakfast fee every day, I will save 200 yuan a day, and I will get this book after a month, and this is not an 18-banned publication, so even if it is seen, it is no problem.

However, just under the snow, after opening the cover and looking at the content of the first page, the face that had been very calm instantly became unnatural, as if it had been hit by a huge blow for unknown reasons, I looked at her with some puzzlement, and slowly moved my eyes to the other half of the picture book that I let go of because I was surprised, and I had fallen out of the range of the table, and was grabbed by the other hand and hung in the air on the other half of the album - just an ordinary photo, and there is nothing surprising about the photo in a swimsuit, right?

Suddenly, under the snow, he turned the stool, holding this photo book in his hand, with a little tangled on his face and more anger, frowning and spreading between his soft eyebrows like wicker, and after a while, he pouted and said to me

[This is fake.]

[Huh?]

I don't understand the meaning of this sentence at all, what is fake?

She lifted the album in her hand, pointed to the model in a fiery red bikini inside, and said again unconvinced

[This is fake.] ]

[No, no, I don't quite understand what you mean.] ]

I shook my head helplessly, although this photo book is likely to be beautified with some technology to attract more customers, but it is just beautification, the model and the scenery are real.

[This man's.... Chest.. Chest, it's fake!] Speaking of this, a hint of blush appeared on the face of the unconvinced and angry under the snow, but he still pouted stubbornly, and explained "carefully":

[How could there be such a big one...] I think it's to attract more...] After squinting at me, he continued: "More buyers and more benefits, selectively filling something as fat... Of course, the possibility of a correction with computer technology is not excluded ... As a prop to attract the attention of most animals, this kind of thing I'm just... Don't...] By the end, her voice grew quieter and her face turned redder, and she lowered her head almost to her chest.

I was stunned and stunned, I was really surprised by Miss Snow's this... Forcibly explained defeated.,Is the place you care about still this... Ha, obviously there will be a chance in the future, it's not good to admit defeat like this... But for now, let's comfort first...

[Well, what you said... Makes sense, well, you're attractive even without this kind of thing, rest assured. ]

Not... Excluding the most fatal weakness of the body under the snow, the others can basically win, right? How to say... The size of the chest can be the difference between victory and defeat at some point... However, under the snow, her persistence in this area is also one of the few places where she belongs to the cuteness of a normal girl, and it's really a little incredible to think about it.

[Yes, yes, thank you...]

After hearing my reply, I looked away a little embarrassed under the snow, but my beautiful cheeks became redder and redder under the light, I didn't know what I was thinking, and I didn't have any topic to take the initiative to say, and the whole room fell into a short silence for a while.

[Hmm.] The silence was broken by a soft cough of throat clearing, and as I looked up at her, the snow closed the photo book in my hand and placed it on my knees, with my hands half-clasped on it.

[Probably... I also know the extent of Hachiman-kun...]

[eh, to what extent?]

[The extent of being a criminal preparer! Sure enough, as Hiratsuka Sensei said, he belongs to the kind of little hooligan who will not violate the law and defend his bottom line. ]

[That... How did you come to this conclusion? ]

Under the snow, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at me with scrutinizing eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward, revealing a smile that seemed to be mocking and like remembrance, and gently patted the pile of collections on the table

[These collections of yours... Most of them just belong to the kind of side balls, right?Even if the doujinshi that is marked 18X is only platonic.,It's not so much a fan... It's better to say it's an alternative love story... But even this made me angry, but it made me lose the reason to conclude that you were the perpetrator, and it was nerve-wracking. After saying that, it was really nerve-wracking, and he kept rubbing his temples.

Is this the reason for the judgment? I myself have a visceral aversion to things like 18X that are cheap and of inferior quality, and have no literary or artistic value, and judging from my years of human observation, they only bring depravity. So while satisfying my curiosity, I also took into account the value of this book.

[Thank you for not having to be judged as a perpetrator....]

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, this is a disguised forgiveness of me, right? Whether it's characteristics or homo chronicles,It's not the kind of content that elementary school students can access.,After all, there are still some things that are not suitable for children...

[Okay, now let's talk about this notebook, is there anything that needs to be explained?]

Under the snow, I neatly arranged the pile of my collection on one side of the desk, and picked up the forgotten taupe notebook from the other.

I finally thought we had forgotten it, but now I suddenly brought it up again, and I looked a little flustered in my heart, and the analogy written on it... Although it doesn't make much sense to talk about it now, the homework that I have forgotten in the drawer since March, after all, it has been so long and everything has changed, but when she saw it, I still couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and just because I don't care doesn't mean that others don't care

[Wait, I can explain, trust me!]

[Explain what?]

[Uh... That one... This one... Note... I wrote it when I was a sick man in the second middle school... It's all fake. ]

I racked my barren brain and thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a reason that even I couldn't believe.

[But after I read it carefully, all the events you wrote that started with my name are true, after all, I have to remember it very well, even if it was two years ago, I remember it clearly, so your reason is not valid, Hachiman-kun.] Under the snow, he gently flipped through the notebook, gently stroking each page with his hand that had been dilapidated and slightly yellowed, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a sense of nostalgia in his eyes was unreservedly revealed.

[Hmm....] I lowered my head, of course you know it's all true, after all, you are the person concerned, I'm just a narrator, after she overturned my only reason, I was a little overwhelmed and uneasy, why did I have such a complicated mood, is... Scared? No, I just felt a little shaken.

[But...] She got up from the chair under the snow, squatted down in front of me who was sitting down, and the notebook in her hand was well protected by her chest, looking at me gently with a faint smile. Stretched out her other hand, gently caressing my cheek, at the moment of contact, the little wavering in my heart was instantly dispersed, from her palm felt the warmth, the delicate skin slowly wandered on my face, with her fragrance, feeling the comfortable and addictive contact, I looked at her eating, but couldn't say anything, after a while, the hand under the snow stayed near the root of my ear, and said [Thank you for the "lie" you made up for me. ]

In the face of the sudden thanks, I still couldn't make any sound in response, but she leaned her face over, and when her small nose was about to touch me, she stopped in front of her eyes, and she could clearly see the beautiful and even eyelashes, and a pair of clear big eyes that couldn't be covered by the bangs parted from her head just stared at me, and the warm breath from the cherry-sized pink lips touched the corners of my mouth and said, "This is a memory that only belongs to us]

[Yes, yes.]

I could only answer mechanically, trying to keep myself calm, but I had an urge to avoid it, but in the end I restrained myself, this time, I didn't choose to escape, and the throbbing in my heart was still so strong.

After giving me a faint smile, he took my hand and lifted me up from the ground

[Okay, I'll stop here today.] Your collection is still worth some value, so you don't need to destroy it...]

The mood under the snow seems to have become very good, happily looking at the pile of things on the table and announcing the result that they will not be sentenced to death, ha... Even if it were destroyed, I wouldn't have resisted, because it would be useless and stupid, but now... I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

[But...] She looked down at the notebook in her arms and said, "I'll keep this notebook, do you have any objections?]

[No... No. ]

Although I don't know why she chose to take this notebook away, it doesn't matter much, I didn't write that kind of diary and I chose to write it now, and I can't find anything to write it about, because... Everything about her became no longer unforgivable. As for the others... It is no longer possible to appear in such notes.

[Let's go, send me back, it's rude to let a girl walk alone on the street at night, my knight.] ]

Under the snow, she put on a mischievous expression, a mischievous smile, and half-truths and jokes, and stretched out her little hand to me.

[Yes, yes, yes, my princess.] ]

Gently holding the hand in his hand, he hesitated for a few seconds, but after leaning down and quickly kissing the back of his hand, he pulled her downstairs without looking back.

I don't know how I reacted to my actions, but I believe it must not be a bad thing, because, I believe, that Snow Under the Snow must be the most perfect being, whether it is past, present or future, no matter how the world changes, she is still perfect - for the feeling in my heart. She is an irreplaceable and indispensable ideal. And I only have this one ideal.