『Whew~Whew~』

In April, the island nation of Mt. Fuji is flooded with a sea of pink.

Lake Tanuki, on the west side of Mount Fuji.

The beautiful cherry blossoms belong to the Rosaceae family, deciduous trees. There are three or five flowers in each branch, forming an umbrella shape, the cherry blossoms are extremely beautiful, and when they are in full bloom, the trees are full of flowers, like clouds and clouds, and they are famous ornamental flowers and trees that bloom in early spring......

"Xiuying, this trip to Mt. Fuji, you have to bring more delicious and fun back!"

"Haha, definitely! Don't worry, I'll give you a surprise when I come back. ”

With that, Choi so-young hung up the phone with her teammates who were far away on the peninsula, and she was going to Nagasaki Park near Mt. Fuji Kawaguchiko to take a look at the beautiful scenery.

This time coincided with the Girls' Generation full vacation, and everyone was unable to deal with their respective affairs for a long time. Only Cui Xiuying, who had nothing to do, struggled for a while, and then decided to go to the island country alone to enjoy the cherry blossoms to relax.

"Cherry blossoms, the petals of cherry blossoms should be white, as white as snow...... However, the petals are reddish in color. ”

Cui Xiuying spread out her palm, and a point of the pink ocean fell straight into it like a second, fragrant and lush.

"There are corpses buried under the cherry blossom trees"

This allusion comes from a short story by the island country novelist Kijiro Kajii, called "There is a corpse buried under the cherry blossom tree", which Choi so-young likes very much.

As an important source of the island country's mourning culture, cherry blossoms are also one of the purposes for Cui Xiuying to embark on this road of flower appreciation.

"If you can also witness this beauty with me, what kind of beauty would it be?" Choi so-young stopped suddenly.

This cherry blossom trail, which is rarely visited by pedestrians, is home to several Japanese-style izakayas, and the Japanese-style flag on the side makes all this sense.

『Ding Lingling~』

The wind spirits who caress the wind chimes dance like they bloom in a sea of flowers, and there is harmony between man and nature.

"Bang Dang"

Choi so-young pushed open the door of an izakaya.

"Welcome, what do you need to order?" The waiter at the izakaya asked.

"May I get me a portion of oden for one person!" Cui Xiuying glanced at the menu and said with a smile without slowness. "Can you pack it up by the way? Thank you. ”

"Okay, Miss, please wait a moment."

The waiter remarked Cui Xiuying's order and handed it to the back kitchen, and began to receive the next customer.

Then Choi so-young sat by the window in the izakaya and waited for about ten minutes before the oden she ordered was ready.

"Miss, your oden is easy to use." Another waiter packed the small lunch box and carefully brought it to Cui Xiuying. "It's xxxxxx yen in total."

"Okay, thanks." Choi so-young finished paying, carried the oden and set off again for the vicinity of Lake Kawaguchiko on Mt. Fuji.

There she was waiting for someone, an old friend.

Every April, Choi so-young takes time out to wait for someone in Nagasaki Park near Lake Kawaguchi on the island nation of Mt. Fuji, and this year is the third year.

In 2014, everything passed so quickly, so unreal, like yesterday's blue sky.

There are a lot of things, but fortunately it persevered.

During the walk, Cui Xiuying saw a lot of familiar and new faces, some of them were the elderly, children, couples who used to come, and some of them were new faces this year.

They were so enthusiastic that they greeted Cui Xiuying, and Cui Xiuying would also communicate with them cordially.

"Oooo

On the bench on the grass in the park, Jiang Han held his guitar and sang softly: "The harsh words of my father on weekdays,

Today I feel warm,

I don't know anything about tenderness, smiles, and dreams.

I'm just following you as your shadow,

Just a little bit of time,

Just give me a little more time,

It's really just a little bit,

Just a little bit of time,

Just give me a little more time......"

Holding a long shadow, Cui Xiuying smiled, and walked up to Jiang Han with the still warm oden in her hand, interrupting the silence.

"Do you want a portion of oden?"

"Hah, yes." Jiang Han raised his head, and the familiar face of Cui Xiuying in front of him penetrated his eyes, as if returning to the scene where the two first met a few years ago.

"Hmmm! It's still the same taste as before. ”

Jiang Han put down the guitar and couldn't wait to open the delicate lunch box in the package, and the aroma was permeating.

"It must hurt, right?"

Cui Xiuying sat next to Jiang Han and was silent for a long time. "One man's life, one man's world."

"How so?"

Jiang Han tasted a few mouthfuls and put down the lunch box. He picked up the guitar, and once again the strings of the guitar were still fluctuating, and the notes were nostalgic and reluctant to leave the world, full of sadness and nostalgia.

"Xiuying, can you listen to my story?" Jiang Han said calmly in a hoarse voice.

Now he is like an old friend he hasn't seen for a long time, and he just wants to talk about his deep loneliness.

"A few months before I went to South Korea 10 years ago, my father died of severe cirrhosis. Later, due to work problems, I traveled all the way to the island country.

How do you say that?

No matter when and where, once a person cuts and peels the skin, it is just a piece of meat, and he knows it when he dies. ”

Whether it is coming to the island country or South Korea for a period of time, Jiang Han is not very suitable for this kind of life, because for him, he is just a foreigner.

When you think that Tokyo and Seoul will be as beautiful as in anime and TV dramas, it is actually just a conversation that people have imagined. Just a few square meters of room survival in Tokyo.

"How can anyone be a blank slate, everyone is with love and hate. The past and shadows are alive, but some people hide them deeply, and some people can't. ”

The calloused fingers continued to pluck the strings, and the dim sun in the distance was like blood, like the last glory of a warrior.

The park is becoming less crowded, and the air and dirt are littered with cherry blossom tracks.

"It's so red! Red as blood. Cui Xiuying, who was listening quietly, slowly leaned her head on Jiang Han's shoulder, and the blood-colored remnant sun hit the two of them, "But doesn't red symbolize life?" That's what you said! ”

"Yes, I like the red color like that." Jiang Han suddenly stopped his fingers, "It's like I like lights." ”

The elder sister on Harish Island lit the long night lamp in front of the window for her brother, and although she did not recall the brother who had sailed away, many of her neighbors who had returned from fishing were helped by it.

The torch lit by the ancient Greek priestess Tuhilo illuminated the eyes of Leander, who swam across the strait every night.

One night a storm extinguished the torch and drowned the brave lover in the sea. But the blazing fire is still faintly shining in front of our eyes, and it seems that the torch did not sink to the bottom of the sea forever with the martyred ancient beauty.

"Actually, I also like lamps and lights." Unconsciously, Cui Xiuying's eyes turned red. "You know the past few 'Black Seas', I have never felt such a longing for the beam of light in my life."

"Really, no lie."

"I know." Jiang Han freed up a hand and wiped the tears from the corners of Cui Xiuying's eyes, "Don't be afraid of Xiuying, it's all over." ”

That's right, it's all gone! I can't get back the years and youth that have passed.

A few 'Black Sea' games in five or six years have created Choi so-young's combination, and it has also created the reason why I love them the most.

Forever Girls' Generation, Forever Nine.

Looking forward to our reunion in the world!