"By the way, what was you thinking just now?"

When I returned to the living room and sat down, Sasha poured me a glass of warm milk and brought it to me like a virtuous little wife.

I took the cup full of milk from her hand, blew into it, and then looked up and thought, "I'm thinking about quiet, Eh...... There are also major events concerning the life and death of all mankind. ”

"Fold, joke?"

Saya tilted her head cutely, and she thought I was joking.

"No, I'm really thinking about human beings."

I shrugged my shoulders and added, "But because I'm ashamed, I won't talk about the content, and it's not interesting." ”

"What about Sister Jing?"

Poured herself a glass of milk, and sat beside me with the cup in both hands, sipping milk in small sips while squinting at me: "Are you thinking about Sister Jing's bad words?" ”

"Bad words...... That shouldn't be a bad word, right? ”

Probably not, right? I'm a little weak-minded, and I'm just deducing the danger of Jing from theory, and this kind of thing is definitely not enough to speak badly, although Jing herself certainly doesn't necessarily like to hear it.

"That's what you don't like to hear?"

"Yes, this is it."

I nodded, and then became a little puzzled: "Yarn, if you ask like this, do you want to tell your sister?" ”

"No, I just want to remember it."

Sha shook her head in denial, but the next moment she nodded again: "Fold, tell you." Once, my mother told me, 'Humans die all the time and are reborn all the time.' By the time I went from hating something to liking something, I was already dead. Because the present self has denied the thoughts and conclusions of the past me, it is the present me who kills the past me. But when am I supposed to die now? Am I the real me again? Is it the me who doesn't change no matter what I go through? ’”

The yarn paused, and the hands holding the cup rubbed the wall of the cup: "After listening to my mother's words, I feel that my mother is so pitiful." But why is it pitiful, I can't say. So I thought that if I could at least write down the things that I find interesting now and how I felt at the time, I would probably be able to understand what my mother meant by 'the real me' if I saw it when I grew up. ”

I didn't know what to say, so I fell silent.

Miss Liuzhi believes that when a person changes, it is equivalent to ushering in a new life, and the past self is equivalent to being "false". So she began to rest on her laurels in order to maintain her purity, and was afraid of all the factors that would cause her to change—this was the consciousness I had heard from Yarn's repetition of Miss Rokuchi's words. If she's really what I think she is, then why is the word "pathetic" enough?

Afraid of any change, they lock themselves in the cage of the self and stubbornly believe that maintaining the present self until the end can confirm the true self. This is nothing more than a paranoid, but not too big, and the unchanging self obtained in this way is nothing more than the loneliness obtained by cutting off all other possibilities in life.

To put it simply, such a person will not like other people and other things, because she only likes herself, and what she pursues is only extreme self. Although it is not narcissistic, it is more fanatical than narcissism, and even becomes a kind of faith.

It is precisely because I like myself too much that I would rather make a shell to seal myself off, not free, rather than be contaminated with the colors and emotions of the outside world. It's pride, it's arrogance, it's loneliness.

Saya was silent until her mother called, breaking the gloom that lingered in the air: "Breakfast is ready." Yarn, can you help bring it out? Also, fold, go and call your father and sister to get up, and we'll go to the venue together after breakfast. ”

"Okay, here we go."

Sata answered, smiled at me, and ran into the station to help. I got up and went upstairs, first to my parents' room, and knocked on the doorframe. Since my father had woken up a long time ago, I didn't go in and told me at the door that "breakfast was ready".

After informing my father, I went upstairs and went back to my bedroom, where Jing was still lying under the covers and asleep. I sighed, not that it was troublesome to call her up, but that I would inevitably feel a little embarrassed when I got up.

"Sister, get up. After breakfast, we will go to the venue together. ”

I gently shook my arm with my hand, and my fingertips inadvertently touched her delicate skin, and it was very pleasant to the touch, more delicate and smooth than any cloth.

After shaking it several times, Jing finally opened her eyes in a daze, she exhaled "ha", rubbed her eyelids, and then stretched her hands up: "Fold, good morning." Help, help me. ”

I sighed, I don't know how many times I sighed this morning alone, and my hair was almost falling out.

But no matter what, I still held Jing's hands and pulled her up with a little force. After that, I held her shoulders to prevent her limp body from falling down again, and I didn't let go of my hands until she stood firm on her own, and there was still a delicate touch in my palm.

"Sister, hurry up and get dressed, don't rub around."

In order to hide my embarrassment, I deliberately kept a cold face and pretended to be angry.

"Fold it, can I help my sister wear it?"

Jing still looked confused, tilting her head, her emerald green eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

"No, wear it yourself."

I flatly refused, then immediately turned around and walked away, never giving her a chance. After leaving the room, I closed the door with my backhand and stood at the door for a while, until I heard the sound of squirming and dressing, and made sure that Jing did not continue to lie down.

……

Since today is the first day of the Snow Festival, breakfast is extraordinarily rich. The staple food is rice and snow balls, and there is no need to say much about rice, but snow balls are a rare food. It is made by kneading the meat of a type of ice crab with a transparent carapace and kneading it with flour, coconut meat, and egg white. Unfortunately, this delicacy is only available in winter.

This is because the carapace of the ice crab is nothing more than a plain green color before winter, and the meat of the ice crab is sour and difficult to eat. Only when the snow solstice in winter and the river surface freezes, it will begin to shed its green shell, and complete the process of changing its shell in just ten to twelve hours, becoming a veritable "ice crab", at this time its meat will have a strange sweet taste, whether it is made into snow balls or boiled to eat, it is extremely delicious.

It is precisely because you can't eat it at ordinary times, so when it comes to the snow festival, snow balls have almost become the same staple food as rice, and it is a food with a strong snow festival atmosphere, just like eating zongzi during the Dragon Boat Festival thousands of years ago.

In addition to the snow balls, there are also tamagoyaki, pickled vegetables (pickles, kimchi), pan-fried tofu, beef patties, and the indispensable miso soup and grilled mackerel, plus a large plate of vegetable and fruit salad. It's luxurious and sumptuous, and if you don't use mana, you have to prepare at least three to four hours in advance to make such a breakfast, not including the process of making the snow balls.

Jing walked down as I was about to finish my breakfast, dressed in a mess, even the gloves were crooked, and the place of the thumb was put into the little finger, and the place of the little finger was put into the thumb.

After grinding for a while and repeating the process hundreds of times, Jing finally regained her spirit and began to eat. In this process, it must be mentioned that Saya has been looking at my face and snickering, is my expression so funny? Or is the laughter of yarn lower than ordinary people?

But judging from the way my parents laughed out loud from time to time, I guess the problem was mine.

……

On the way to the venue of the Chiruma no Sato, Sato and I walked side by side, my parents and a few acquaintances walked in front of the road, and Shizunori and Hoko got together. The two of them seem to have made an appointment to go to the venue together, so after breakfast, Hoko ran to the house. Her house and mine are only a few minutes away, and according to the fact that every house in the township is separated by tens or even hundreds of meters, our two families can be regarded as neighbors.

Suiko wears a ponytail, a white cotton hat, a somewhat bloated sweater, and a light blue scarf around her neck. Dressed in a decent manner, the face shape is just delicate and cute, not very beautiful, but there are shallow dimples on the cheeks when you smile, and it looks a little like a porcelain doll.

She's a pretty gentle girl, and if she speaks well, she is Yamato Nadeshiko, and if she doesn't speak well, she has no personality. Compared with the appearance of the doll like yarn, she is more like an inner doll, she has no self-assertiveness, and she can almost be said to be obedient to Jing, and she belongs to the kind of tame type that can be manipulated by others.

Maybe it's because of this character that I can have that relationship with Jing. One has a strong need, while the other asks for and gives, forming a good complement. It's just that a girl with such a character is also the most vulnerable.,She has equal gentleness and tolerance for everyone.,Once used by someone with a heart.,In the end, she will be stabbed and scarred.。

Suiko and Jing held hands, their faces almost together, whispering in each other's ears from time to time, and then laughing together. But after a while, Suiko became sad again, and Shizune reached out to touch the side of her face, as if saying comforting words.

I watched for a while and then looked away, and sighed in a low voice, hoping that Jing would not become that "caring person".

The yarn next to her is wearing a beautiful fur coat, and the hair on it looks shiny and soft, soft and tight, and the general color is light blue, but when it reaches the tip of the hair, it is a faint purple, which is particularly beautiful. I don't know if it's the fur of some unknown animal, or if it's an artificial fur made by Miss Six Senses through magic.

Although she is still young in such a fur dress, she is particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of this fur coat and long red hair. From time to time on the road, someone stared at the yarn, and after looking at it for a while, he showed a look of sudden realization, and then talked to an acquaintance next to him: "It turned out to be a child of the Six Senses family, no wonder." ”

From this point of view, Miss Rokuchi is really famous, and I don't know about mana, but in terms of making tools with mana, I think Miss Rokuchi should be the number one in the town, and maybe even the number one in the world today.

"Fold, it's Hetian them."

As I walked, the yarn suddenly tugged at the corner of my clothes, and she frowned, and the smile on her face faded away. I followed her gaze and looked ahead, and I saw four children walking together, three boys and one girl, and one of the boys who was looking at us with his hands crossed was Tsuyoshi Wada. He met my gaze and rubbed his hands together as if he were a little weak, and looked away.

Seeing these four children, I immediately smiled bitterly, and realized that I was really not qualified to talk about quiet. These four children were the same ones who played with me a few months ago and chose not to associate with me after the Yokoyama incident. The four children are Tsuyoshi Wada, Toru Inoue, Reiko Inoue, and Naoki Yamashita, of which Toru Inoue and Reiko Inoue are twin siblings.

I remember the names of all the children I have ever been around, not only because of the good memories, but more importantly because I feel a sense of guilt towards them. This sense of guilt is the guilt and self-condemnation of the perpetrator for the victim, even if the victim is ignorant and ignorant, it cannot weaken this guilt in the slightest, on the contrary, it exacerbates this sense of moral torment.

In a way, if they knew about my use of them and hated me or hated me, cursing or baring their teeth in front of me, then I would be liberated.

So I have to remember the names of each and every one of them to remind myself not to forget that the victim has not been compensated and that the perpetrator has not been forgiven. These should not be forgotten with the passage of time, this is my own paranoia.

The four children seemed to have noticed me and Sa, and from time to time they would turn their heads to look at each other and seem to be talking to each other.

"Fold, let's hurry up."

The yarn tugged at the corners of my clothes again, and she looked very disgusted with the four of them. There's no reason for that.

"Yarn hates them?"

My heart is a little heavy, and some things can only be kept in my heart, and I can't talk to others, so I naturally have a lead weight.

"Well, they betrayed Fold, it's dirty, I don't want to see them."

The reason for the yarn was very simple, but it made my heart sink suddenly, as if I had been hit hard. Not only because of the guilt, but more importantly, I realized that the yarn had been deeply influenced by Miss Liuzhi and formed a spiritual cleanliness. Although it doesn't seem serious now, but what about later?

She regarded what she hated as dirty, and every time there was one more of that filth, there was one less color in her eyes. Eventually, maybe the color in her eyes will be only herself, and then she will return to the "shell" I had when I first met her. Only this time, this layer of "shell" will no longer be shattered by external forces, because it is no longer formed by the impregnation of Miss Liuzhi, but by Sha's own subjective will and despair of others.

Such a "shell" of the soul cannot be destroyed.

"Because...... Because folding is the person I look forward to the most, if one day I become disgusted with folding, then I will definitely be broken, I will become disgusted with everyone, I will become only able to believe, I can only like myself, I don't want to be like this. ”

I remembered what Saya had said a few days ago, and perhaps, as she had said, that if I did do something that disappointed her, her heart, which had been open to me, would be closed again. Because for her, the first person who was close to her was equivalent to a door to the world, and once I was disgusted by her, she was completely locked in her own world.

Yarn, she must know this, that's why she said this to me.

"Yarn, it's not their fault."

Even though I knew it was futile, I tried to defend them.

"Well, I know, they're all ordinary kids."

Sha nodded, and her pursed lips showed a light smile, a very incredible smile, with a kind of spiritual beauty: "Folds and I, are special, and they are all ordinary." So they're not wrong, it's just me and Fold who are wrong. But what I can't accept is that they obviously choose to get close to the fold, but they easily choose to retreat, if such frivolous behavior represents the ordinary and right, then I would rather be wrong forever - in the eyes of the fold this is forgivable, but in my opinion it is the most excessive thing, because they betrayed the fold and betrayed their own hearts. They will live forever with remorse. ”

I didn't know what to say, my mouth opened and closed, my voice stuck in my throat and I couldn't get out, and I could only remain silent.

Later, after saying "Saa and I will go first" to my parents and Jing, Sasha took my hand and trotted up, and as they passed past the four children, they stopped to look at me and Sa, both of them looking hesitant.

"It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong."

As we passed by, I smiled apologetically at them and ran towards the venue with Sa.

……

In previous years, the snow festival was held in an open field near the village of waterwheels, but this year is no exception. In the field bordering the waterway and a tributary of the Tone River, a wall of ice five meters high and nearly 60 centimeters thick was erected to enclose the snow festival. On the first day of the seven-day Snow Festival, a large-scale architectural ice sculpture was built, and mana users competed to build the Ice Castle.

Each group, each person is responsible for a small area, and each person's results are coordinated and combined, and finally a magnificent snow ice city with different styles is formed. In the various competitions that followed, they also contributed to the construction of the ice city, and the strength of all the people of Kamisu 66 Town completed this ice city.

Passing through the ice wall erected during the night, the flat and empty earth was revealed, and in the center of it there was a palace made of ice, two stories high, in a boxy shape, with a heavy eaves at the top of the mountain, and the two layers of eight eaves were raised high, in the shape of flying eaves, and there was a beast's head at the top. Below, there is an ice-carved gate nearly three meters high, surrounded by a fence on all sides, and the columns, carvings, and tiles are clearly distinguished.

The entire palace is made of ice cubes, which look like a huge block of ice carved directly, and there are no incisions in sight. What's even more commendable is that the ice is transparent and pure, and every part is crystal clear, and you can see the inside of the palace from the outside at a glance, which shows the high transparency.

……

PS: The venue is between the town of the boat wheel and the town of the waterwheel, and the front is written as the land of gold, and it has been revised.