Every place in the world has its own charms, and the reason why human beings pursue the beauty of the distance is only because they have the beauty around them at their fingertips and lose the masochistic feeling of "not being able to get it".

So, the three-day trip to Kyoto left a deep impression on everyone. Maybe years later, in their memories, this will be a nostalgic sight, but that was all there was to it then.

At this time, it was different, and when Kyoto Station was still a while away, I didn't know when I would have the opportunity to do it next. They didn't think carefully about the souvenir shops near Chiba Station in their hometown, but they were too familiar to look down on them, and they didn't think carefully about the difference between the souvenir shops in Kyoto and those in Chiba.

Even the souvenir is similar, except that when it is bought, the guest who buys it back can "vainly" explain where it was bought, and be proud of it.

Of course, there are no absolutes, and there will be decimal numbers if there is a majority. For example, under the snow when I was selecting the real local specialties of Kyoto for my family, there were tutors, manners, and sincerity, but they were not fake.

"Will you buy too much?"

Takeshita Bingmi looked at the bags containing special products on both hands under the snow, and then looked at his hands, and there was no time to go, they were all things she bought.

Xue Xia also looked at the image of the two at this time, carrying a large bag in his hand, and he didn't dare to look at him with a little weakness.

"So I bought the ones you have in your hands too."

"Uh-huh~"

Takeshita Bingmi closed his mouth and let out a long teasing sound from his throat.

"Actually, if I had something on my hands in the first place."

Looking at the students wearing the uniforms of the general martial arts high school on the sidewalk, each carrying a bag of different sizes, towards the direction of the station, I found that even if they had bags in their hands, it seemed that they still had more of their own.

Is this the reason why girls are full when they shop, and they want to fill up when they have an empty hand?

"It's my fault." Takeshita Bingmi looked like he had just reacted.

"Isn't it funny, so naïve." Xue Xia, who knows his habits very well, immediately changed into a different face after the initial panic. The more weak he is, the more he will gain inches.

"As long as you don't think I'm old."

Under the snow, he turned his head in surprise and looked at him for a few seconds with clear eyes.

"It's almost time, it's time for us to go back." Watching with the deep eyes under the snow, Takeshita Bing's heart suddenly became empty. He took the large bag wrapped by the clerk and pretended to look at the clock on the wall.

"Yes."

Under the snow, he silently watched him take the big bag, his eyes sparkling, and he didn't know if he was thinking about something.

It's not a long way back, just a few minutes. Along the way, the chief martial arts high school students who knew the two of them would more or less observe them with novel eyes, after all, in the school, the two of them gave them a cold feeling for various reasons. Takeshita Bingmi is okay, since the beginning of the cultural festival, some of the students have a great impression of him, but it is different under the snow.

At this time, her appearance is actually a bit contrasting with her image as the "Iceberg Goddess" in school, but it is actually everyone's prejudice against her.

"Later, everyone should still sit in the same seats as when they came, right?" Looking at the black-pressed classmates, Takeshita Bing said casually.

Xue Xia didn't answer him, as if she didn't hear him, and looked ahead without reacting. But the two were so close that he didn't believe she didn't hear it, and his voice wasn't very quiet.

On the way back, they still chartered the entire carriage and only sat their high school students, and he didn't think about the cost in between. The difficulty is still reasonable. Compared with when they came, everyone was tired and anxious to return home, and some of the people sitting in the seats began to close their eyes to make up for sleep, and the image of the big and small bags of the two people did not have the same experience as when they came.

Whenever he passed by a seat where his classmates were not yet sitting, Takeshita Icemi, who was walking behind him, always had to make a small move, and he always felt that there was always a possibility of running out of strength and losing his movement under the snow when he passed through these seats. For this reason, he selflessly gently helped her with his hands carrying the bag behind him.

"We were also here when we came, just right. You put your things down and sit down to rest, and I'll leave it to me." ”

The seats in the back were still rarely frequented, so the seats in the seats they came from were empty.

At this point, the empty seats in front of them were also occupied by the students who walked behind them and got on the bus. Takeshita Bingmi was relieved, so he couldn't run away under the snow. Of course, it would be different if she insisted.

"Give me something, you can sit down and rest."

"Well, please." He didn't seem to be out of the ordinary under the snow, and sat down in the back seat as he had come, and then put his bag and luggage on the outside seat.

Takeshita looked at the storage cabinet where their belongings were placed, and the snow looked at him for a moment.

Kyoto is a fascinating place, with quaint architecture and people, as well as beautiful scenery and events that Takeshita will remember. Although I had only seen the scene on both sides of the road three days ago, in just three days, I had seen a lot of purple and red makeup.

"Seeing it again, there is a feeling that things are wrong."

"You're so sentimental."

also looked out the window under the snow, looking at the scenery along the way, maybe it was also a good feeling for her, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"In fact, people's sensory impressions of the scenery come from their own emotional factors, that is, if the mountains outside are bare now, I will also feel very attractive."

Takeshita Bingmi looked at the girl who was still sitting next to her, her soft black and shiny hair was scattered along her shoulders, and the standard Western-style school uniform was very decent on her body. He felt the urge to reach out and gently ruffle the hair from her shoulder, and then sniff it. raised his hand and trembled, but after all, he lacked that reason and courage, and reason occupied the peak.

Sitting so close, the previous feeling of being close to the touch but out of reach is slowly fading, and the empty heart is slowly filling, but the speed is a little slow, because there is still a lack of real reality.

"Yes."

The warm sun rose into the sky, and when I looked at the snow outside, I probably couldn't stand the beauty of the sun, so I closed the curtains to block the window that was no longer reflective.

The train is speeding through the field, and the sound of the wheels in contact with the track does not hide the notes of nature leaping into the carriage. Under the baptism of this natural sound, they soon entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

The three-day trip to Kyoto officially ended the moment everyone set foot on the land of Chiba City.

After helping Xue Xia bring the souvenir to the door of her apartment, he didn't think about going in and sitting down. Although it's only been three days, it's time to clean up the room or something, and it can be said that we've just been together for three days, and so many things have happened, so you have to leave some space.

"Well, I remember you were the same age as me, right?"

Half-hidden behind the door under the snow, he looked at Takeshita Icemi, who turned around and walked back, and suddenly said in a hesitant tone.

"yes." Takeshita Icemi, who turned around, was surprised, but still answered her question, which was not a problem.

"Well, you should be younger than me, my birthday is January 3rd. Now, goodbye. ”

Xue Xia looked at him and abruptly turned the topic to the birthdays of the two. Then, under the unresponsive gaze of Takeshita Icemi, the half-hidden door quickly closed.

Through a door, he seemed to hear the panicked heartbeat of the girl behind the door.