(a)

When you stand on the edge of the slope, my heart beats like a war drum. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI think it resounded through the snow-covered vegetable fields all around, like a heavy steam hammer on a construction site.

You raised your hand to me. You laugh a little. Then with a whoop, you're gone down the slope.

A whirlwind blew. Many snow foams flew up from the bottom of the slope like a puff of rising smoke.

A soft exclamation went straight down my throat.

I couldn't help but take two steps forward and follow all the way to the edge of the slope.

But I didn't dare really look down the slope. I closed my eyes. I didn't let that scream break through.

Then I hear your voice.

I mustered up the courage to open my eyes and look down. I saw you standing at the bottom of the slope, your face full of triumphant excitement, and you waved at me.

(b)

Step by step, you climbed back up the slope and came back to me.

You're standing in front of me, you're panting. Your breath is clearly visible in the cold air.

I watched you go and come back, I watched you lose and come back, I was stunned, I couldn't say anything.

You reach out and grab my left hand. You've got a lot of snow foam on your gloves.

You say, "It looks steep, but the snow is slippery and not dangerous." ”

I don't speak. I see some snow on your clothes on the back of your right arm. I stretched out my right hand and gently patted it off for you.

You take my right hand in your glove too. You can feel the coldness of my hands through your gloves. You hold them tightly.

You say, "So worried, why didn't you dissuade me just now?" ”

I said, "Because you're happy to do it, you don't want to affect your happiness." ”

You listen, you take a deep breath. You look at me. Then, you take another deep breath. I sense something surging in your heart. But, you didn't say it either.

Once again, we fell silent.

(c)

"Let me try it too?" Later, I said.

You listen, you hesitate. And then you say, "Okay. I'll take you with me. ”

I sat on a stump. I couldn't stop breathing, warming my fingertips that were sore from the cold.

You're on one foot in the snow, and you're helping me fix the bamboo pole. You check the degree of solidity. You say, "Okay." Stand up and take a walk? ”

I tried to slide with your support.

You correct my posture. You reminded me to pay attention to the center of gravity of the bamboo pole.

As we stood side by side on the edge of the top of the slope, I looked down at the white, a little dazzling.

You turn your head sideways, and you look at me. You grab my hand. Then, again, you reminded me to pay attention to balance my body and protect my ankles. You told me to sit down as much as possible and lower my center of gravity when I was sliding. You told me not to let go of your hand at any time. You say, "Hold on to me, and I will protect you." ”

You look at me. You say, "Relax, think about flying up, don't think about falling." ”

Before the words fell, you pulled me and rushed down to the bottom of the slope.

The sound of the snow and the howling wind immediately overwhelmed me.

In the midst of the high-speed chaos, I forgot everything you had to say. The only thing I remember is holding your hand tightly. The only thing I can feel is the traction and protection of your arm.

I heard a soft scream echoing across the top of the slope behind me. Then, I lost my balance. I bumped into you in a daze.

I touched the ground. I fell into a dizzy panic.

That's when I hear you say, "We're at the bottom of the slope." You're skiing well. ”

When I opened my eyes, I saw that you were getting up from the snow next to me, and you reached out to me. You say, "Did the fall hurt?" ”

It took me a second to understand what you were saying. I looked at you and shook my head.

(iv)

We slapped the snowflakes on each other's bodies.

You stop suddenly. You shake a little. I'm looking at you. I think your face has changed a little.

You look at me, and you smile. You smile a little forcefully. Then, you leave me. You walk to the side. You turn your back to me. You bend down and put your hands on your knees. Your eyes are on the ground. You don't squeak.

I felt nervous. I walk towards you.

I asked softly, "What's wrong?" Did you fall and get hurt? ”

You shake your head. You close your eyes for a moment. I feel like you're breathing unevenly and it's a bit fast.

I shook your arm. I said, "What's uncomfortable?" ”

You pause for a moment and say, "It's a little nauseous." Then, you straighten up. You say, "It's already gone." ”

You look at me and smile again. This time it's more natural.

You say, "I guess it was too fast." ”

I look at you, mentally assessing what you have said.

You look up at the sky. You say, "It's not too early." I won't play it today. ”

(5)

When you unlace your boots, you're moving much slower than you were earlier. You untie a knot and untie it for almost 3 minutes.

You put the laces back on the boot and buckle it up. Then you come and help me unbuckle.

I watched your slower and slower movements, and I said, "Are you tired?" Sit back and rest for a while. I can unravel it myself. ”

You listened to me.

You sat down along the trunk of the tree, leaning your back against the tree, and watched as I unbuckled myself.

I'm looking at you as I unbuckle the cord. Sweat on your forehead.

I think you're very uncomfortable and very tired. It's like on the day of Bossan, when you come back from climbing the snowy mountain alone. It's just that you struggle to restrain yourself, trying not to show it on the surface.

Now, side by side, we continue to walk home. Night began to fall slowly. None of us spoke, only the creaking of footsteps on the snow.

I feel a heaviness starting to build up in your heart. There are dark clouds surrounding you. You're thinking about something. You don't notice that your pace has slowed down a bit.

I stopped. You stopped as well. But you're still immersed in what you're thinking.

I called you softly.

You come to your senses. You say, "What's the matter?" ”

I moved my lips, but I didn't know what to say. I tried, but I still didn't know what to say. I sighed inwardly. I took a breath and decided to give up.

Then I heard you say, "I heard." ”

You say, "I understand what you're trying to say." I promise you. I'll be careful later. ”

As you speak, you hold out your hand to me. You look at me and gesture to me.

I looked at you for a moment and I smiled. Then, I reached out and patted your glove gently.

You say, "We've got it." ”

I said, "It's decided." ”

You took my hand. You didn't let go anymore.

(f)

That day, we held hands like this, walked the trail, and we didn't let go of my hand until we had to break up.

You say, "Be careful on the road, see you tomorrow." ”

I said, "You can go home by a different route, walk on the street, there are more people, there are buses along the way, if you are tired, or you are still sick to your stomach, just take the bus back." ”

You nodded.

I said, "See you tomorrow." ”

You say, "I'll see you tomorrow." ”

Then, I left you. I kept walking forward, listening to my own footsteps.

I said to myself, "Don't look back. With every step, I said to myself, "Don't look back." ”

There was a powerful force pulling me from behind. I felt like a compass resisting the magnetic force, moving forward in a split body and mind.

Finally, I couldn't resist the urge in my heart. Finally, I turned around.

I see you still standing there looking at me in the darkening night.

I saw you waving at me from afar.

I felt a tangle in my heart. I called your name in my heart. I said again in my heart: "See you tomorrow." ”

(g)

That night, it snowed again heavily.

I watched the snow fall from the window. I'm wondering what you're doing.

Our footprints should have been covered by the new snow by now. Now, no one knows where we ever walked from.

The next morning, you were waiting for me at the old place. But you're 5 minutes late.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I watched you come running from afar.

The usual day was spent like that again. When we got home in the evening, we went the other way.

Since that day, we haven't walked the trail with the Chow Chow on a snowy day again. You haven't ventured like that again.

I love winter. Whether it's with you or without you. Every, winter. (To be continued.) )