The snow came and went as fast as he could, and by the time he went out, the blizzard that had just seemed like it was about to flood the entire city was gone.

Before and after passing through the door of this restaurant, Yang Ming's mood has changed greatly.

"Where do we go next?"

He lowered his head, his feet crunched on the snow, and continued aimlessly through the streets, where there were few pedestrians and most of the shops were closed because of the heavy snow.

Three days later, Mt. Fuji.

The turning point of life often happens at the most inadvertent moment.

Those treacherous clouds of lightning and thunder, although the waves are turbulent when they are in a-for-tat confrontation, are often forgotten after three or two days. However, those small details, which were just ordinary little things at the time, can be savored later, and they can discover another long-lasting taste.

The desolate whistling sound of the north wind was endless, the withered yellow grass stems were like broken flags, and there was no vitality in the boundless frost white, and occasionally a few uninvited snowflakes like catkins fell on Yang Ming's face, leaving thin white marks on his slightly cool and dry skin, but he ignored them, standing in place and breaking his fingers to count the past that had slipped between his fingers, and he didn't even realize that his fingers were numb from the cold.

"And ...... Half a month. ”

Half a month seems to be a very magical spell, as long as he can win the championship of the Diamond Cuisine Asia after half a month, Yang Ming can truly become a master, that is, a world-class chef. This is just a sentence between the lines that can be lightly covered up by "half a month later", but for them living in the story, it is countless sleepless days and nights and dawns.

Over the years, Yang Ming has been to many places, wind-eroded ancient cities, quicksand ruins, neon-glittering hustle and bustle cities, and quiet towns with blue bricks and white tiles, walking through deserts and seeing the ocean, sometimes for the sake of something, sometimes for complete aimlessness, but this stop-and-go only place can make him feel at peace.

After all, a little further afield, there is a chef who is very famous in the world of Toei cuisine.

Yang Ming didn't say a word, he looked ahead in silence, and the Subai Mountain Range continued to wind endlessly, until it disappeared into a certain fold. He stared silently in the direction of his memory, as if he were exploring the deepest depths of darkness, the farthest part of the universe, his fists clenched unconsciously, and the road ahead was still covered in ice and snow.

The road ahead is long and dangerous, with Yang Ming's conditions at the moment, he definitely can't go any further, and he doesn't mean to be strong, he just patrols the same place for a while, looking for a break point in his memory on the snow of this empty mountain, and gradually forgetting the past in the breakpoint.

Whenever he thinks about these things, he concentrates on the pebbles on the river beach, bright and wet, soft and hard, like willow branches stained with spring water, so tough that he can't even shake it.

"Coming out for food inspiration is a hassle. Yang Ming muttered to himself, the leather shoes he was stepping on lightly on the snow, exerting a force that was not light or slow, just enough to be able to gain a foothold on the snow without sinking too deep, and the white mist between his breaths blended into the vastness.

He walks through the snow and ice almost every year, not so much because of the beauty of Mt. Fuji – in fact, the most he sees is the constant whiteness of the snow and has no time for anything else – but to make some mark on the way. He has calculated several times on the way to Mt. Fuji, which road is steep and cloudy, and which place needs to be carefully avoided if there is occasional rockfall, just like the most skilled and experienced tour guide in this way, Yang Ming knows everything about it.

What are you looking for? I just heard on the Internet that there is a very famous shop here, and I came to take a look.

"Ahh

The cold wind has always been tireless, after a sneeze, Yang Ming unconsciously tightened the clothes on his body, and at the same time lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his somewhat red nose, it was not early, and God refused to give face, it was time to go down the mountain.

Just as he was thinking this, he was overshadowed by a touch of goose yellow when he looked up.

In this plain white snowy field, birds and beasts fly away, and everything is silent, but there is such a small goose-yellow flower as if forgotten by the god of winter, planting its roots in the soil under the snow layer, and growing peacefully and tenaciously in this ice and snow.

Yang Ming squatted down, lowered his eyes and looked at this fragile and strong little creature, his lips that were slightly dry due to the cold wind were pursed into a line, he wanted to smell if there was a little soft aroma, but there was nothing but the moist smell that permeated the surface, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, secretly mocking his own inches.

They are nothing more than ordinary wildflowers at the bottom of the mountain, often growing in unknown horns or on the side of the road that is rarely crossed, and often trampled into the mud by people head to tail. But as long as the roots are there, it will emerge from the ground with vigor and vigor again.

Yang Ming thought about it, this little flower may be a seed hanging on his trouser leg, and he swayed all the way to the foot of the mountain, and then fell into the narrow gap that he stepped out and sprouted, no matter which one of them, the probability of occurrence was as low as the bottom, and it was a miracle to realize it at the same time. But no matter how low the probability is, this flower is placed in front of him at this moment.

He looked at the little flower silently for a while, his hand stretched out from his sleeve, his slender fingers lightly touched the petals, and he watched the flower swaying and swaying, his expression softened for the first time, and he smiled a little.

"That's amazing, I'll come back to see you next year. Yang Ming solemnly promised to a flower, "Let's say it." ”

It is easy to go up and down the mountain, especially for those who climb the snow-capped mountains, in this huge Fuji Mountains, on this snow-capped glacier, if there is no marking and guidance, I am afraid that I will not be able to walk from dawn to dark, but Yang Ming is familiar with the road all the way, and before the canopy is closed, he will reach the foot of the mountain.

At this time, it is not the peak tourist season for Mount Fuji, the town under the snow-capped mountains is depressed, and a few scattered courtyards are crumbling, sparsely populated, and the shadows of the trees are building. He stared unhurriedly at the few lights lit up on the side of the street, thinking about whether to go to the hotel to make a bowl of instant noodles to survive, or to find the small shop introduced on the Internet to challenge his appetite, but inadvertently found what he was looking for.