Spring in Hokkaido is always late, and in other parts of Japan, when the flowers are already blooming at the end of March, the spring breeze is still like scissors, and the power of the scissors will still be felt when scraped on the face. Fortunately, the snow on the grassland has disappeared, and the grasses that have been sleeping for a winter have long been unable to hold back their eagerness to push the tender and sharp green shoots out of the ground.

This season is in a period of green and yellow, so no one will come out to graze at this time, and the horses who are ready to move can still only walk in the dry racecourse. For example, in front of me, there is a sign of Kokura Ranch.

A horse with golden fur was marching through the dirt in small steps under the guidance of a rider, and the sound of horses' hooves was not hurried or slow. The rider controlled the horse's emotions very well and did not let the horse get frustrated because he could not gallop quickly.

"Excellent! That's it! Good girl! The rider who encouraged the horse loudly took the reins in one hand and stroked the horse's neck with the other, "Good girl, when we have finished this lap, we will run!" ”

The horse seemed to understand, and with a snap of its nose it leaned its head over, and then its mouth snapped, and the air from its nose squirted right into the rider's face. Because of the knight's hat, the rider's hairstyle is unrecognizable, but because he is hiding from the horse's breath, the rider turns his face outward, which just shows the rider's face: curved eyebrows, big almond eyes, no smile, and a smile that captivates the city.

This is a female rider, this is a big beauty.

The tight and slim full set of riding clothes sets off the graceful figure of the beautiful rider very well, this chest, this waist, this beautiful buttocks, this long legs...... It's all standard for supermodels - I don't know whose goddess this is?

Whether in heaven or on earth, perhaps the goddess is very friendly to animals, and the beauty rider is like this - "know and know!" Rewarded with your favorite carrots! The beauty rider avoided the harassment of the horses and remained steadfast in his principles, "But we can't give you anything to eat until we've finished the lap!" ”

"Belea! Miss Belea! Suddenly, someone shouted a name behind the beautiful rider.

The beauty followed the prestige with a puzzled face—someone was waving desperately at the fence of the racecourse.

"Look! It's all your fault......" The beauty turned around and patted the horse's neck gently, "Even if you are far away in Hokkaido, there are people looking for trouble." ”

"Let's go! Golden Girl! "The beauty rider is athletic, stepping on the horse and turning over the horse, and the movements are clean and smooth.

"Ho!" The beauty rider shouted, pulled the reins on his hand and flicked it, and the golden horse obediently turned around.

The beautiful rider's long legs clamped the horse's body slightly, and the horse moved on all four legs, step by step to the fence of the racecourse, the direction in which someone had just shouted.

Goddesses often don't show enough kindness to ordinary people who don't have enough looks, at least that's the case with beautiful riders - people are tall and big, and the beautiful riders on horses come to the fence and look down at the people standing outside.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you." The beauty rider took the reins in one hand and picked up the whip in the other, "Who are you?" Why is my name called here? ”

"Hello, Miss Belea, I'm Mr. Kannatsuki's assistant." The young man who spoke had the standard face of a passerby, and it belonged to the kind that was difficult to remember after seeing it.

"The surname is Yamada, Ryosuke Yamada."

"Oh! It turned out to be my father's assistant...... Yes? "The beauty called Belia will be suspicious of the stranger's words.

"Your father has come to this horse farm." The young man named Ryosuke Yamada turned around and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Kannatsuki is in the car over there." ”

The beauty Belia put her hands on the pergola and looked in the direction: a luxury car was parked there, and next to the car stood a person, a man with his hands behind his back.

The beauty Belia has good eyesight, and she can already see who the person standing there is, "Father, he...... It's actually coming. ”

Belia clamped her legs around the horse, tightened the reins, and the golden horse neighed, and her two front legs kicked in the air, "Woohoo! Belia soothed the horse, and guided the reins in her hand to instruct the horse to turn around.

After adjusting the direction of the horse, Belia rode on her horse and turned to the position of her assistant Yamada and said, "I'll go now!" ”

Belch? What about people? Why is it gone?

Oh! It turned out that Yamada's assistant was lying on the ground on all fours at this time, looking overly frightened, and it seemed that the hand of the horse was too strong for Ryosuke Yamada.

"Hahahaha!" Belia, the beautiful rider who rode away, left behind a string of laughter like silver bells and smoke and dust in the sky. Ahem, ahem!

A string of horses' hooves sounded from far and near.

A man and a horse gradually leap out of the horizon.

Bob didn't have to get up to know who it was.

Her name, her full name, Bob recited it backwards.

Kinsolvin Meryl Catherine.

Twenty years old, blonde and blue-eyed.

A sturdy golden girl.

Every afternoon at this fixed time, she would ride a small brown and yellow mare called "Golden Age" to the racecourse.

This intersection is exactly where she must pass.

Don't get me wrong, Bob couldn't have ambushed her here, Bob wasn't that stupid.

Faced with the two-time shooting champion of the Regional Rifle Association, the puma hunter, anyone but a madman would think twice about doing anything.

You can’t judge a book by its cover.

What is a face made of gold, I have the answer when I see her.

If you don't know what ivory is, you can come and see her.

If you haven't experienced what the Creator's masterpiece is, you should come and see her.

The whole of San Francisco, the whole Bay Area, maybe the prettiest girl in the whole of America.

Of course, if she didn't realize it herself, then as a gentleman, it would be necessary to kindly remind her for the long years to come—one-on-one, of course.

Miss Kim seemed to notice someone on the grass above the intersection, and she looked at it.

"Hey! Hello! ”

Miss Kim is too active and enthusiastic, right? How does this make people answer? Bob hesitated, should he change his posture of lying on the grass?

Well, if you don't reply, Miss Kim and her horse will walk by.

"You...... Hello! The stumbling answer was from Bob lying on his side on the grass - did he remember, or couldn't get up......

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, and the shadow remained.

This seemingly silly scene hides a cruel truth:

Bob's position was completely invisible, and the golden girl quietly held a revolver of four or five caliber calibres - at a different angle, a little closer, she could see the brass-wrapped bullets in the pistol's magazine compartment clearly.

Bob, who didn't know it, wanted to keep following Miss Kim, but reason told him that he couldn't do that—it didn't work, right?

It's not a good idea to tail or something.

Bob rolled over as a salted fish—jumped up from the grass with a thump, and turned back one step at a time on his way home.