Winter, when it comes to winter, people think of cold. Chiba City, which is approaching Christmas, is getting colder day by day in this early winter season.

A thriving city, brightly lit, and bright light doesn't bring warmth to the nights in the city, which are starting to sink into the cold of winter. Pedestrians in all kinds of warm clothing in the colorful streets tightened their collars or sleeves, and some people began to wrap their scarves, maybe they were really cold, maybe just for a kind of cool and beauty.

But no matter what, no matter how cold the weather is, there is always a group of energetic people who complain about the cold weather and happily travel at night.

But even if the cold wind outside is biting and the lights are cold, and the pedestrians outside are in a hurry and occasionally feel lonely, it will not affect the people who are nested indoors at all.

For him, who has been in this foreign city for more than half a year, every lonely night in the hot summer is not as warm as tonight.

People who have hope have an expectation for the future, and the future has something to look forward to. Because there is hope, when there is no preparation, all the unexpected encounters are both panicked and beautiful.

Like, tonight.

"Actually, you can just sit and rest, this kind of thing, I can do it alone."

The kitchen is bright and clean, and the furnishings are very simple but not empty. Standing in front of the sink under the snow with a black apron printed with a cat motif, showing a slender and white neck, holding a clean white cloth towel in one hand, and taking the freshly cleaned bowl handed over by Takeshita Himi with the other, he said in an apologetic tone to Takeshita Icemi, who had rinsed the dishes at the end.

"Isn't it always me who is responsible for washing the dishes and you are responsible for drying them, even if this is your home, I will not give up the right easily."

Takeshita Bing's hand did not stop, but his eyes looked at the snow standing beside him. Washing vegetables with her and enjoying after cooking, and then cleaning the tableware left after the meal and talking, these ordinary and ordinary things may be just ordinary and trivial every day in the eyes of others, but he very much hopes that there can be such a scene every day.

"Aside from the time I bought a gift for Yubihama, this is the first time I've seen you wearing this apron, it's so beautiful."

"Yes, thank you. After all, it's on me. Xue Xia accepted his praise very comfortably, and raised his head very confidently, straightened his waist, and the cat paw prints on the black apron in front of him seemed to be waving to him.

"Although I'm complimenting you, but you take it for granted, is it really good?" Takeshita Bingjian saw that she was so proud, and she wanted to laugh in her heart, but there was a faint indescribable feeling lingering. When he first met her, he could only see her cold and noble appearance with a poisonous tongue, just like everyone else, but now he could see her delicate face that would not be shown in front of others.

"After all, I'm telling the truth. Because I'm so pretty, wearing it makes you feel pretty. How would you feel if you were wearing it? ”

Under the snow, he put the dried dishes and chopsticks into the disinfection cabinet in an orderly manner, and looked at him, and also showed a face that wanted to smile.

"Do you want to see it?"

"No, not at all. The thought of it wearing on you makes it feel pitiful. ”

The answer was so decisive. I'm also pitiful, and you pity me. Turning off the faucet, Takeshita Bingmi handed the last spoon to Yukishita, and after gently shaking the droplets of water on his hands, he stood aside and admired her posture.

Not only are serious men attractive, but girls who do things seriously are also very charming, not to mention that the girl is still the person she likes.

"What was that incident you said earlier, Takeshita-kun?"

"You've learned badly......"

"Then let's rid the source of evil."

……

The last of Zeno's work was left to him under the snow, and then the two went out of the kitchen and returned to the living room. Because the heating is on and the windows and doors of the balcony are closed, there is only a small gap, and the living room is also very warm.

The two people sitting in the living room, for a while, the atmosphere moved towards a quiet trend, washing vegetables in the kitchen before. Cooking, eating together in the restaurant under the snow, and cleaning up after the meal are slowly dissipating.

"I. I'm going to make tea, you can turn on the TV. The first to speak was under the snow as she flipped through the books, but from the rhythm of her page-turning, she could see that she had not calmed down.

Looking at the figure leaving under the snow, Takeshita Bingmi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. There have been many times when he has spent alone under the snow, but not this time he has made him restless. The two of them who have already had a tacit understanding of getting along, tonight's tacit understanding still existed when there were still things to distract from the past, and when everything was over, this tacit understanding began to be chaotic.

Looking at the night view of the city outside the balcony, he didn't take this to relieve any irritability, he didn't have any irritability in his heart, some were just very simple and respected the inner tension.

Although they didn't say it explicitly, the increasingly tense breath in the time and space where the two of them were alone, the temptation between breaths, and the burning hearts that beat under their respective clothes, all seemed to be talking about something beautiful.

Every city is always more alive at night than during the day, and people come out of the cage-like work place and shuttle through the criss-crossing roads, gathering one after another with a stream of people. In front of a large shopping mall in Chiba City, under the snow, Yono waved his hand with a bright smile and his friends: "Bye-bye, I'll play with you next time~"

"Bye~"

"It's a pity that Yang Nai has something to do with you."

"Then let's go first, goodbye......"

Under the snow, Yono looked at a few companions who had disappeared into the crowd and came out to play, and the smile on his face slowly put away. Raised his hand to look at the time, and put it down again.

Yukino-chan......

It seemed to sigh wistfully, but it was too quiet for people to hear it really. In the simple three words, it seems to be infused with the emotions that have always been incomprehensible under the snow. I met Biqigu in a donut shop, and after learning about her sister from him, she remembered it in her heart.

After sighing, she quickly changed to a warm smile again, pacing in a certain direction, the colorful scenes around her did not make any change in her warm smile, and she didn't know what she was thinking. If Bi Qigu, who had just seen her in the evening, saw it, he would definitely have a deeper understanding of her.

……

Leaving the hall, he walked back to the big kitchen under the snow. After coming here, it was like exhaling lightly because of too much movement in these few steps, and smoothed out my breath.

Then I went to the cabinet where the tea set was kept, and opened it. There are many exquisite high-end tea sets placed in the cabinet, some with gold edges, some with silver edges, and some with snow white and transparent. At the front of the cabinet are three teacups that are arranged in an orderly manner.

On both sides of the purple mug was a white round-mouthed potbelly cup or coffee cup, and under the snow first held the purple cup in her hand, and then the cup on the left was also in her hand, she looked at the white cup in her hand, and suddenly became distracted.

Holding the tray, I slowly walked back to the living room under the snow, and the sound coming from the living room became clearer and clearer. A few more steps, she saw the big TV on the living room wall turning on, showing images she knew so well.

Takeshita Hikimi raised his head to look at the snow that walked beside him, and the snow first looked at him, then looked at the TV screen without saying a word, and then looked back at him.

"Takeshita-kun, it's rude to mess with other people's things." Judging from the superficial meaning of her words, she was indeed blaming him, but if she really objected, she probably wouldn't just stand by and talk casually.

"Didn't you say you could turn on the TV?"

"However, the picture on this DVD ......" TV is the same Mr. Pan that she just watched last night.

"Oh, I accidentally pressed it."

Takeshita Hikomi glanced at the TV and DVD player, even though the interval was a little larger. However, isn't it all inexplicable and unbelievable when this kind of thing happens accidentally?

He turned his gaze back to look under the snow.

"Ha, it's beautiful, can't you see it?"

Looking at his eyes, the sharp sight under the snow was melted by the warm spring breeze like ice and snow, and he was a little afraid to look at Takeshita Icemi's gaze, and when he put down the tray in his hand, he looked away.

Although he had known about liking Mr. Pan for a long time, because the DVD disc was not put away and was discovered, she still felt an indescribable shame under the snow.

"It's not. That, that, I mean, if you don't mind. "Under the snow, my eyes wandered to the TV, playing the drama I had loved since I was a child, and I still like it so much after so many years. She stumbled in response to Takeshita Icemi's question, and after answering, carefully watched his reaction.

"Let's see how about that." Takeshita Himami said softly, seeing her gently holding the slender fingers exposed from the cuffs, there was a reason to pull her to sit down and hold her hand, and moved his fingers, and finally he didn't dare to abrupt her anymore.

"Have you seen it before?"

"I want to see it, but it's ......" Takeshita Bingmi's tone was slow, looking at the snow that asked him:

"However, it's a bit difficult to buy these DVDs, and I thought you had them, so I didn't bother to do anything about it. Thinking about which day I can watch it with you. ”

“…… So, do you want to watch it from the first episode? ”

Listening to his answer, although it was very ordinary, he breathed a sigh of relief under the snow. Although her answer was a little slow, she replied out loud. Xuexia's answer seemed to be the result of careful consideration, and he gave Takeshita Bingmi advice.

"Okay."

Putting on a new disc, she paced back under the snow, but she walked a little slowly in just a few steps. Perhaps, she was worrying about where she was sitting.

"It's a good place to see here." Takeshita Bingmi patted the seat next to him, and when he said this, his breathing became cautious. Although, compared with my previous self, my skin is many times thicker, but there are some things that have nothing to do with my skin.

I met Takeshita Ice's eyes with a blazing gaze that I didn't know was because of the TV picture, and it seemed that a string was played under the snow.

"Yes." The sound of the piano sounded, and she walked slowly, as if she had found her direction. Came to his side and sat down next to him, a long hair that had been laid down scattered with her figure.

Takeshita suddenly felt the touch of the back of his hand on the sofa, and some of the long hair under the snow fell on the back of his hand. Slippery. Soft, and a little itchy, he was reluctant to take it back.

Time moves forward, and it does not stop to rest because of the night, and we do not have the power to stop it, let alone let it go backwards, but the past will leave a strong mark in the memory after experiencing it personally. Outsiders who want to get involved either listen to themselves or peek into the past.

He never feels bored about being able to understand things under the snow, let alone watching her favorite Mr. Pan's plays. Although this drama has been separated for more than ten years now, and the perception is indeed much worse than now, he still watches it with relish.

If you feel that time has passed a long time, then you will definitely have an unhappy life.

Maybe God doesn't like him, but the time he spends with the snow always passes quickly. In the blink of an eye, time passed.

The show also reached the end of the episode, and the sound of the ending song sounded at the right time, and two regretful sighs seemed to sound in the warm-lit hall.

"The rest can only be watched slowly later."

"Well, yes." The snow also withdrew his gaze from the TV.

"Let you watch it again, will it be more boring."

"If you really like something, you won't get tired of watching it a few more times." Xue Xia shook his head, and then said: "Besides, you are only saying whether it is too late now, and there is no sincerity at all. ”

The voice under the snow was not mixed with the emotion of blame, and after getting along for so long, the two of them had a tacit way of getting along.

Takeshita Bingjian got up and prepared to leave, although this time was not too late, but it was not suitable for him to stay at this time. Not only for yourself, but also for her.

"Then, I'll go back first."

Walking to the entrance, the door opened, and Takeshita turned around to say goodbye to Yukishi, who was following him. Although I rationally knew that it was time to go back, I just wanted to stay a little longer.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

On the shoe cabinet at the entrance, Takeshita Bingmi put his schoolbag here when he came in, and he also put his schoolbag on it under the snow that walked in front of him when he entered. Although the two schoolbags looked the same from the outside, they were also blue checkered style Zongwu Gao standard schoolbags, but he didn't get confused.

After taking his school bag, the two bags that were originally side by side were left lying there under the snow, like their owners, about to separate.

"Good night~"

"Good night~"

Outside the door of the apartment under the snow, Takeshita Bingmi watched her slowly close the door, listening to the sound of the lock, before turning around and walking down the empty aisle towards his apartment.

After a moment, his figure disappeared around the corner. Behind the claustrophobic gate, where he couldn't hear it, small footsteps sounded farther and farther away.