(The first update ~ If you don't read the text carefully in the future, I won't say much.) If you have malicious intentions or take the initiative to ridicule, delete the post and don't explain. I usually reply three times. If you understand it according to the prejudice of self-will, think that what you think is more true than the author, and think that I understand this book better than the author, then it is better to go. I really can't serve you as a great god of reading comprehension. I'm wondering why you have the confidence to understand the main idea of this book better than the author himself...... If it's just a discussion, forget it, and then don't admit it, it's weird...... If you continue to make up for it, then don't blame me for banning and deleting posts. I'm serious. A thousand readers, a thousand Hamlets, you can think whatever you want, just don't disgust others. ）

The night wind rustled through the treetops. Because it was a silent night, the sound of leaves spread like droplets falling on the water. The ripples made the night even more sultry, as if the fairytale scenery was hovering around, reminiscent of a midsummer night's dream.

And in the midst of this sound, the sound under the snow is like a fairy that has pierced through the fog, and even the smallest sound can be heard clearly. Bring a touch of magical color to this beautiful night.

"And...... It's great to be here today. I didn't think I could come. ”

"Oh, is that so?"

Not understanding what she meant, I turned to the snow and asked.

However, she just remained the same, looking up at the shining starry sky. It's like nothing was said just now.

I stood still, silently waiting for the next words under the snow.

Gradually, the insects also screamed. It may be that it is cooler at night, and the night breeze blows with a bit of an autumn feeling. The leaves swayed around the trees, cutting the bright moonlight into a more beautiful hazy glow.

As if to take this as a signal, the snow turned to this side.

She smiled a cute smile that seemed to charm people, but she didn't say anything.

Under the snow with nothing answered, and I didn't ask anything.

And the silence that came from this was only for a moment.

"It's almost time to go back."

Under the snow quickly stood up.

"Really? See you tomorrow then. ”

"Well, good night. I hope you don't get into trouble because you're anxious. ”

Eventually, I didn't ask anything more. I'm not interested in forcibly asking people what they don't want to say, because I think it's easier to build relationships based on not knowing each other.

Under the snow, I didn't seem to be afraid at all to take my steps on the road without street lights. And I just watched the snow disappear in the darkness. Leaving me alone, I unconsciously looked up at the night sky. Towards the snow, the snow is the same night sky that I look up to. As if trying to capture something, she stood where she was standing, chasing the same star from a unified angle. Looking at the way the stars flickered in the night, my thoughts gradually calmed down.

I heard that the light of the stars was something from a long time ago. Beyond the time of countless star frosts, the light of the past can be transmitted.

Whoever is imprisoned by the past. No matter how you plan to move forward, when you look up casually, what you have done in the past will pour down like this starlight. They can neither be erased nor laughed at, they can only remain forever, in a corner of the heart, and then awaken in an inadvertent moment.

This is true both for Yui Hihama and Hayato for Hayama. Moreover, it is probably the same under the snow.

What about me? What is the past and the future for me?

What should I do?

Looking at the beautiful night sky, I couldn't help but hum a song.

But at this moment, there was a 'click' and the soft sound of a branch breaking from behind him.

“…… Who? ”

I subconsciously asked.

"It's me......"

It wasn't like she had just taken a shower, but because her hair was too long, and it seemed that because of dissuasion, the girl still had a subtle dampness on her body. A scent different from soap began to linger on the tip of my nose, permeating the quiet space around me. The delicate figure wrapped in pajamas only reveals a small collarbone, which is enough to make people's hearts pound.

As if some history was repeating itself, Shahi scratched his scalp a little embarrassed and walked over to me with a red face.

Huh? Doesn't that seem right? Am I the heroine?

But the male protagonist doesn't have any idea about the female protagonist.,How can this kind of story continue.。 Could it be that this is actually a business war or a spy war novel? According to the management of spy war novels, am I going to die?

With all these things in mind, I looked at the North Star in the sky.

"What's wrong? You're here to see the stars, too? Or did you quarrel with someone like under the snow? ”

"Not at all. It's just that Miura-san, who has been crying, so he came out to breathe when he was tired of comforting. Shahi looked impatient, stood where I had just stood, and also looked up at the stars.

As if to repeat the enactment, a subtle night breeze began to blow around the surrounding trees, blowing the branches around to the soft sound of the rope, bringing a hint of confusion.

"For that girl that Hiratsuka-sensei said, eight, Hachiman, you'll definitely help her, right?" As if trying to find an excuse to speak, Shahi looked to the other side with some embarrassment. He stammered a little.

"Huh? Why do you think so? Looking at the starry sky, I said undeniably.

"Because of Hachiman, you've never given up on others."

Shahi moved her face to the other side and nodded her cheek a little embarrassed.

"When I was and when I was young, you went to help us, didn't you? Even if he was injured, even if he was dying, he didn't give up. So I think if she asks for help, Hachiman you will never give up. "There seemed to be a glow on his face. Completely different from the original secretive appearance, Shahi looked directly into my face.

“…… You're thinking too much. It's just because you're both beautiful. Of course, the beauty will not abandon the suffering. ”

"That little girl would be pretty if they weren't lying."

"Doesn't seem like I have any more reason to refuse?"

"Because you never refused."

"Sounds like that."

I shrugged my shoulders at Shahi, who was smiling.