"Sakurayuki Festival?"

During the meal, Gao Cheng visited Aunt Jimei's husband, who was not in good health, and suddenly heard that the village was going to hold a festival.

"Yes, it's the day after tomorrow," Aunt Jimei said with a smile as she helped Xiao Ai with food, "Originally, he was going to help, and it was a festival that has lasted in this village for three hundred years." ”

"But why is it called Sakurayuki Festival?" Gao Cheng asked strangely.

"It's not like Tokyo," Auntie Yoshimi laughs softly, "and the cherry blossoms in full bloom are covered with snowflakes......

"Every year from April 21 to 25, there is a spring snow in this village around 6 a.m., a phenomenon that has been going on for more than 300 years......

"And every time it snows for the next hour, and then it rains, and this is always repeated in the morning for five days, so the village has always believed in the god of the mountains and the sea as well as the god of snow since ancient times," Yoshimi's husband coughed weakly, still looking unhealthy, "If the time is not urgent, you can go to see the Sakurayuki Festival, which has a history of 300 years, the day after tomorrow......"

"I'll go."

Gao Cheng thought about Tokyo.

There is no work in the firm, so it doesn't matter if you stay for a few more days, and it doesn't matter if you take a day off.

Spring snow covering the cherry blossoms is a sight that is rarely seen......

"Right? Little Mourning ......"

Gao Cheng looked to the side expectantly, but he couldn't find Xiao Ai immediately.

"Huh?!"

"Xiao Ai has finished eating and returned to the room." Aunt Jimei served a bowl of soup to Gao Cheng.

“……”

……

In the official cherry blossom season, the cherry blossom petals fluttering in the wind are everywhere on the way from the village to the temple on the mountain.

Under the blooming cherry blossoms, a funeral procession leaves the village, and the silence adds to the sadness, and the relatives who walk in front, a woman in a black funeral costume holding the remains of a young girl in the flower season, the girl in the photo smiles sweetly, as if she is still alive.

Gao Chengcheng stood next to a cherry blossom tree and watched the team pass in front of him, and his unfamiliar face immediately attracted the attention of several high school students at the back of the team, and the small high school students were inside.

"Ah, it's that guy!" The little man was surprised.

"Kosuke, do you know him?"

A few girls on the side unexpectedly looked at Gao Cheng, who was quiet in the rain of petals, a teenager who had never seen before, giving people a completely different feeling.

Standing under the cherry blossom tree like that, it was as if you had become a person from another world......

"Ahh ”

"...... from Tokyo"

Following the village's ancient customs, the body of the maiden is placed in a coffin filled with flowers, and placed overnight in the temple, where three dart-like "arrows" are placed on the body, representing the god of the sea, the god of the mountain, and the god of snow.

It is said that the souls of the deceased will be taken to another world by the three gods who blessed the village.

A group of students gave their classmates a final send-off at the temple, and their mood was quite low.

Death should not be something to bear at this age, and the death of a classmate deeply stimulated high school students who had little concept of death before.

"The day after tomorrow is the cherry blossom snow festival that has lasted for 300 years, and Ming Ming Haruna has been looking forward to it......"

"That's right!" A boy said in an active atmosphere, "How about we go to Snow Shadow Junior High School together?" After Kosuke moved to Tokyo, he didn't come back for a long time. ”

"Okay."

Gao Cheng just walked around the village casually, and by the way, he looked at the cherry blossoms blooming on the mountain, and happened to see the nearby Snow Shadow Junior High School, which was across the Snow Shadow River from the village.

In this way, Snow Shadow Village should have been quite prosperous before, because I heard that there was also a Snow Shadow High School, although the number of students was getting fewer and fewer.

Today's funeral was held by the students of Snow Shadow High School.

"The school is still the same!" The small high school student followed his companion back to junior high school, with a nostalgic face, "If only I hadn't moved to Tokyo in the first place, I would have stayed here with everyone, and junior high school and high school ......."

"What stupid are you talking about?" A beautiful girl with straight hair smiled, "Why do you think it's better to stay in this kind of village all the time?" If I could, I'd like to swap with Kosuke. ”

"Huh?"

The little high school student noticed Gao Cheng again, standing alone in the middle of the playground, looking at the classroom as if in a daze.

"It's that kid again......" The straight-haired girl muttered at Gao Cheng.

Alone, looking strangely lonely.

"Shall we call him along?" A lively girl suggested, "It's too pitiful to speak alone." ”

"yes, make friends with him."

"But okay? Even though they're all from Tokyo, they seem to be completely different from guys like Kosuke......"

Gao Cheng, who was at the tip of his ear in front of him, heard a group of students talking to themselves, his head full of black lines.

Does he look pathetic?

It's just a walk out by myself after dinner......

"You're the classmate of the girl who died, aren't you?" Gao Cheng took the initiative to turn around and ask, "Did she really commit suicide?" ”

"Huh?" Several students, including the little one, were stunned at the same time.

"Sorry, I'm concerned about ...... for some reason"

Gao Cheng reacted and explained with a wry smile.

"It seems that there are always murders everywhere I pass, so ......"

"I see!"

The little man looked abrupt, and nodded sympathetically and understandingly.

"That's why I don't have any friends, if you don't mind, you can come with us, you're here to visit relatives, right?"

"Uh...... I stayed at Aunt Jimi's house, but I'm going back to Tokyo after watching the Sakurayuki Festival. ”

Gao Cheng scratched his hair.

Aunt Jimei is also half of his relatives, and it is no problem to say that she is visiting relatives.

"Ah," one girl exclaimed, "it's from Tokyo, a high school student from Tokyo!" ”

"High school students?"

Gao Cheng looked dazed, and before he could explain clearly, several girls gathered around and asked non-stop, most of them were about Tokyo, and these students who had not yet entered the society seemed to have a lot of illusions about a metropolis like Tokyo.

"Really," the little man wiped his nose in frustration, "I'm also back from Tokyo, why don't you ask me?" ”

The short-haired athletic boy next to him smiled: "It's probably been 5 years since you were still the same, and you haven't changed at all." ”

"Of course, it's only been 5 years, and all the time is spent studying......

The little man looked at the girls surrounding Gao Cheng and a few other classmates.

But everyone who stayed in the village has changed a lot......

Uzumi, who used to aspire to be a professional guitarist, often had to help his fisherman's father, and his slender and slender hands were now as rough as the fingers of the crew, and he had little time to play the guitar.

Others have changed to a greater or lesser extent, the humble straight-haired girl is now dressed up beautifully, and she yearns for Tokyo, and Haruna, who used to dream of becoming a painter......

"So," Gao Cheng's voice woke up the little man, "did Haruna really commit suicide?" ”

"Yes," the girls said with a smile that narrowed their smiles and became a little heavy, "she left a suicide note, and there were traces of tears on the suicide note, and it was her handwriting......"

It's already evening when I return to Aunt Jimei's house, but in the end, Gao Cheng can't explain his identity clearly, and he is completely mistaken for a high school student from Tokyo who has no friends.

"Hmm," Gao Cheng held his chin and thought for a while, then asked Xiao Ai, who had already burrowed into the quilt on the side, "Do I look immature?" I've already graduated from high school......"

Xiao Ai yawned with calm eyelids, and said sleepily: "I have to learn the craft from my aunt tomorrow, you can think slowly." ”

"Hey ......"