At this time, Keisuke Aoi was holding a book and looking at it.

The title of the book is "Norwegian Wood".

When Fujiko Hoshino leaned her head slightly, he glanced down at her and turned his attention back to the book.

After that, he took pictures of all the sleeping girls outside the window of the train, and finally posted a message to show that he had a "holiday arrangement", using photos of the train's seat, the crook of his legs, and the book that was pillowed on his lap.

The dynamic content is:

One of the benefits of this is that you don't have to be invited out for the summer all the time.

Of course, it is inevitable that you will be asked where you went.

But that's a much easier question to answer.

Keisuke Aoi smiled, put his phone away, and continued to read the book.

Fujiko Hoshino slept until it was time to transfer, she didn't dream for a long time, she just fell asleep deeply, and when she woke up, she felt extremely relaxed and comfortable.

"Hmmm......"

She subconsciously stretched her body lazily, so the back of her hand rubbed against Keisuke Ao's nose.

"Awake?" Aokeisuke asked.

“…… Well? ”

Fujiko Hoshino quickly came to her senses and straightened her body.

"I'm ready to get off."

Keisuke Aoi got up, took his and Hoshino's luggage from the shelves, and motioned for her to follow him out.

Hoshino's cheeks were a faint red, she blinked her pale eyes, lowered her head, and twisted the brim of her bucket hat with one hand, silently keeping up with Keisuke Ao.

Keisuke Aoi used his mobile phone to check the number of the special train and said, "The next train is half an hour later, so let's wait on the platform first." ”

If nothing else, this should be the first time that Miss Hoshino-sama has taken such a civilian vehicle.

The platform they are on now is located next to a small village and town, overlooking the rolling mountains, and the lush green forests make people feel open, as if the fatigue of riding the train has been reduced a lot.

The mountain breeze blew along the field, and Fujiko Hoshino suddenly came back to her senses, and subconsciously distanced herself from Keisuke Aoi.

"I'm going to buy a drink, what are you drinking?"

"Coffee, hot drinks."

"Okay, okay, you can watch the luggage here."

"Got it."

They waited on a bench next to the platform, made of alloy metal that was cold when they sat up.

Fujiko Hoshino sat on the edge of the bench and wrapped her bag in one hand.

When she was alone, she was a little stunned, thinking about how she could fall asleep so defenselessly, and how could she lean on Keisuke Ao?

Did that frivolous man secretly take advantage of himself?

Just listening to his heart, it seems that there is no, but most of them are characters and names in Haruki Murakami's books.

But it's not that she wasn't mentioned at all, and when Keisuke Aoi got up, he thought-

Hoshino patted his face, brushing the slightly chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

At this time, an old train rumbled through the platform, with the smell of steel and fuel, and Hoshino could see the passengers on the train, and even their expressions were very clear, but because of the speed, those "sounds" were distorted and became insignificant.

"Here, President, haven't you woken up yet? What a daze-dazed expression. ”

Hoshino turned her head and saw Keisuke Aoi handing over the coffee, the sunlight spilling down behind him, making her squint.

"Thank you."

She took the drink, and the temperature passed from the drink machine soaked into her palm, a little hot, but comfortable.

Keisuke Aoi was so wicked that he bought her a rather bitter espresso, but Hoshino was looking for this coffee to refresh herself, so he thanked her in a mocking tone.

She took a small sip with a blank face, letting the bitter aroma spread on the tip of her tongue, and she had never pursued much for taste enjoyment.

Bitter or sweet, it's not something to care about.

Keisuke Aoi took off his mask and sat down on the other side of the bench, the two of them separated by duffel bags, but the shadows cast diagonally on each other leaned against the billboard behind them.

Next to the railway, there were long wires that stretched to the end of the line, and a flock of small birds stood on it, their bodies yellow-black and their bellies covered with a layer of light white fluff.

At this time, he was holding up his fat and round body, tilting his head to look at them.

When no train was passing by, it was so quiet that you could hear the birds whispering.

"Guess what they're talking about?" Aokeisuke asked.

"Huh?" Hoshino was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Keisuke Aoi meant.

She glanced at the birds on the pole, and then said in a cold tone, "They are saying that you look like a monkey, and that they are worried that you will rush over and play crazy, and that they will discuss which tree to hide in when you flee in all directions." ”

Aokeisuke glanced at her with some surprise, he didn't expect her to say such an interesting thing.

"Hahaha."

He laughed, pointed at the birds, and said, "They're actually saying, 'I really want to fly up to that handsome guy's shoulder and kiss his face.'" ”

Fujiko Hoshino retracted her gaze in disgust, put the half-drunk coffee next to the chair, and took out a book from her duffel bag, which was "Snow Country" by Yasunari Kawabata.

The book cover is pure white, and even the two words are very plain, which makes Aokeisuke immediately think of the scene when he first met Hoshino.

She sat by the window, isolated from the world, like a lotus flower standing in the wind and snow.

There is no more suitable description for Hoshino, whether it is her surname or the so-called chaebol lady, it is just a meaningless title for her.

It's like "P Company".

An empty shell with only a name.

Hoshino stared at the book and Keisuke Aoi, and she listened quietly to the sound of the train entering the station.

……

Half an hour later, they switched onto an old-fashioned train bound for Yuzawa, sat in a shiny carriage, and staggered toward the mountain.

The aroma of food wafted through the carriage, and there was an elderly man playing the melodica, looking smug and making exaggerated movements.

There were people around him clapping and cheering, and the whole carriage was very lively.

Hoshino was a little uncomfortable again, but it was much better than before.

She gulped down the rest of her coffee and asked Keisuke Aoi to go over to Yuki, petting the kitten for a while to divert her attention.

Seeing this, Keisuke Aoi handed her another bottle of coffee.

Fujiko Hoshino glanced at him and asked him how many bottles he had bought, and Keisuke Aoi said two with a smile.

"President, are you motion sick?"

"Hmmm......"

Fujiko Hoshino replied ambiguously, took the coffee, and placed it beside her.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Some people died, but not completely......