The taxi eventually stopped on the streets of Shibuya, where the neighborhood was as noisy as ever, with giant billboards staggering overhead, and neon lights blending into the sky in the twilight. It's Christmas Eve, Hoshimi is carrying a bag with one hand, and the other hand is tightly clasping Wakatsuki's wrist, snowflakes are falling in small pieces, and the radio words are read through the loudspeaker behind the two.

Wakatsuki was led by Hoshimi through the crowd, snowflakes sliding in front of her eyes, reluctantly melting on the back of Hoshimi's warm hand, and Wakatsuki suddenly found that everything seemed to be moving dimly, except for her, who hesitated and hid under Hoshimi's determined back. Hoshimi felt that the person in his hand suddenly tensed up, and suddenly turned around, and saw Wakatsuki following her silently with her head down, avoiding pedestrians, Hoshimi didn't ask much, just slowed down his steps and let his palm slip down, firmly holding Wakatsuki's fist-clenched hand, "Don't worry, follow me." ”

The prosperity of Shibuya is well known, and in addition to the Shibuya babes that may be the legendary intersection, the streets of Shinnan Udagawa that seem to be blocked may only be known to people like Hoshimi who always like to hang out. The mottled splendor of neon lights slowly faded out of the sight of the two, and the streets gradually lacked light and shadow but retained a unique sense of modernity, but there was a lack of viewers.

"There shouldn't be anyone here at this time, usually everyone comes back later." Hoshimi hooked the corners of her mouth and shook Wakatsuki's hand, calling her to look up.

"Really? I've never been here. ”

Hoshimi saw that Wakatsuki was not in high spirits and was not disappointed, but pointed to the alley, where a lazy cat was lying lazily at the entrance of the alley, with cardboard under him and various garbage bags next to it. "This is it, I bet you'll like it, do you want to know what the stakes are?"

"What is it?" Wakatsuki smiled cooperatively.

Hoshimi took out his mobile phone and skillfully snapped a picture, "I've already recorded your current smirk, and when it comes out later, I'll bet your smile looks better than this." If I lose, I'll treat you to a hearty supper, but if I win," Hoshimi paused and let go of Wakatsuki's hand, "I want you to remember that photos are just treasures that carry memories, and you don't have to be ashamed or ashamed, it's just that the person who betrayed that memory is bad." ”

Hoshimi pulled open his backpack and took out five or six cans of spray paint from it and put them on the ground, "This is a hidden graffiti corner in Shibuya, I used to - I had a friend, when she was sad, she would run here and spray everywhere, and the most excessive time was to directly smash a carton of milk on the wall, but it looks pretty good." ”

Seeing Wakatsuki look around earnestly, trying to discern the graffiti left on the wall by relying on the dim street lamp, Hoshimi breathed a sigh of relief and quipped, "But I didn't prepare milk this time, so I had to play with some regular, spray paint." ”

"When did you buy it?" Wakatsuki squatted down and reached out to play with the small jar placed on the ground, looking up at Hoshimi.

Xingjian put on his own mask and handed Ruoyue an unopened one, "I've had a good stomach lately, but I won't stay in the toilet for about twenty minutes." Hoshimi hooked his lips and smiled cleanly in the dim alley, his bright eyes and teeth imprinted in Wakatsuki's eyes.

"Thank you." Ruoyue got up and slowly put on her mask, her eyes still reluctant to leave the graffiti-covered wall

"You're welcome." After speaking, a clean white light shot out from behind Wakatsuki and hit the wall, outlining the shadow of Wakatsuki's outline in the huge halo, "There are also above, they often draw on ladders, remember to look up." Hoshimi held up her phone and the halo of light spread above Wakatsuki's head, like a crown of light and shadow falling on her raised head.

"I prefer to play on my own rather than watching other people's." As he spoke, Hoshimi casually picked up a can of black spray paint and handed it to the stunned Wakatsuki, "I only bought five colors, and it must be enough for me to paint this kind of white ding, so please be considerate of Mr. Wakatsuki." ”

With that, Hoshimi shook the aluminum can in his hand, pulled out the red lid, and the sound of stabbing continued to sound in the alley, and a few minutes later a strange but clear outline appeared on the wall that had just been cleaned.

"This is a dinosaur?" Wakatsuki held her chin and watched carefully.

"It's a hungry dragon, woo! It eats the bad guys who bully small children. Hoshimi introduced it in a serious manner, and also drew sound effects for the little evil dragon. Give it a try! Hoshimi handed the spray paint to Wakatsuki and shoved it into her.

"I..."

"Paint casually, I started by painting stinky and smelly." Hoshimi leaned against the corner of the wall and held up his phone, lighting up Wakatsuki, smiling as she hesitated and sketched her outline.

"Why does Wakatsuki like this kind of abstract painting?" Hoshimi looked at Wakatsuki's back seriously, which was no longer so thin, and secretly clicked on the camera to shoot again.

"Maybe it's because there's no answer." Ruoyue stopped moving, took a half step back and changed to a different color to continue spraying, "Figurative painting has a concrete object, as long as you compare it, you can know the gap, and there will always be a correct answer, but abstract painting is different, using abstract painting to depict your feelings, there is never a correct answer." ”

Hoshimi, who was originally just asking casually, didn't expect Wakatsuki to answer her so seriously. Wakatsuki's firm voice with an unexpected answer was like a snowflake melting on Hoshimi's skin, slowly melting into her body, like stepping into the air when she went downstairs, touching the temperature of her palms by the rough wall became hot, and the earnestness that the wind did not blow away accidentally blew the heartstrings, causing layers of ripples.

Hoshimi opened his mouth, suddenly unable to speak, and the alley fell into silence, Wakatsuki glanced back at Hoshimi a little strangely, but only saw the other party's suddenly evasive gaze looking sideways at the sleeping kitten at the entrance of the alley. "I'm sorry, it's my words—"

"It's not!" Hoshimi suddenly interrupted in a loud voice, "I, I'm just thirsty, and I drink saliva." After saying that, Hoshimitsu blushed, quickly squatted down with his back, took out a water bottle filled with water, and drank half of it a few times.

"So thirsty?"

"Well, it's a little hot." Hoshimi wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes flickering, he pulled up the placket and fanned it gently, ignoring Wakatsuki's curious gaze.

"Hoshimi likes photography very much, why?" Wakatsuki turned her head, trying to reopen a topic to ease the somewhat strange atmosphere.

"Because I was in contact with it a lot when I was a child, I found that photos can record all the goodness, like a key, no matter where you throw this key, one day you find it again in the corner, you can unlock the treasure chest in your mind. But ......"

"But what?"

"But I just found out that I may be wrong, the photo may not be a record of the real world, just my personal will at that time, and there should be no right answer to the photo, it is not necessary to record the beauty in the photo, just depict the mood, regardless of whether the mood will change due to time."

Hoshimi smiled with relief, an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes, "It seems that I have been trying to pursue a so-called correct answer, but in fact, it is precisely because there is no standard answer that it is more interesting. ”