summer fireworks

After they had lunch, the snow began to fall again.

On the way back to the room along the corridor of the hotel, you can see snowflakes falling outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The goose-feathered snow falls on the gray rockery and quickly merges into the white snowdrifts. The leaves are rustled by the wind, and occasionally there are some Snow fell from the branches and leaves, making a little noise.

Yan Shu paused, looked at it quietly for a while, and said, "It's so beautiful."

Song Zhilin stood beside her, took a photo, and exclaimed: "It's really beautiful."

The waiter passed them by with a tray and handed them each a cup of hot tea.

White heat came out of the purple sand cup, and the tea leaves rose and fell in the cup. Song Zhilin took a sip, feeling warm all over her body.

Yan Shu doesn't like drinking tea, but it's interesting to drink tea while looking at the snow scene, so he took a sip, and the fragrant tea smell diffused in the whole mouth, matching with the snow-covered scenery in front of him, it made people squint their eyes comfortably .

After they stood in the corridor and watched the snow scene for a while, Song Zhilin put the teacup on the small table beside her, and said to Yan Shu with a smile, "Let's go, let's go out for a stroll and come back later to take a dip in the hot spring."

It’s still early in the morning, and I just went out to see the snow scene. After soaking in the hot spring, I’m prone to get hungry, so Song Zhilin arranged it before dinner. Moreover, the room they booked had an open-air private soup, and the hotel could provide the meal to be delivered to the side of the hot spring, while enjoying it. The special service of hot springs while eating food.

Yan Shu had no objection to Song Zhilin's arrangement at all, so he took Song Zhilin's arm and said with a smile, "Then let's go and change quickly."

After returning to the room and changing into thicker coats, Song Zhilin and Yan Shu went out with umbrellas.

The heavy snow just now has turned into light snow, falling on the transparent umbrella surface and quickly melting into water droplets, adding a lot of fun to the walkers.

There are only twos and threes of pedestrians on the street, most of them are tourists, with cameras in their hands, taking photos with the snow scene.

Yan Shu and Song Zhilin only held an umbrella, and the two of them were very close. Yan Shu could almost smell the faint fragrance of Song Zhilin's body. The fragrance of flowers was mixed with the smell of pheromones. lure.

"Can you come closer?" Yan Shu asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhilin put his arms around her shoulders, "Is Xueluo on her?"

Yan Shu shook his head, looked at the small shops on both sides of the street, and said absently, "I want to eat ice cream."

It was a small shop specializing in matcha ice cream. There was a huge ice cream model standing at the door, and there was a curtain hanging on the door, with childish and cute stick figures drawn on it.

Song Zhilin stood still: "Okay."

On a icy and snowy winter day, there are only two customers in the ice cream shop.

There are handmade ice creams in buckets in a small glass cabinet, next to a wooden bar, a lucky cat is squatting on the bar and waving lazily.

The owner of the store is an old couple with gray hair. They are watching TV in the back room. When they see them coming in from the outside, they first pour them a cup of hot tea.

There is only one flavor of ice cream. In order to maintain the taste, the shop does not have the option of adding crispy egg rolls or chocolate bars. Yan Shu and Song Zhilin each ordered a ball, and sat at the bar while drinking hot tea while looking at the owner. Serve them in small wooden bowls with ice cream.

"Eating ice cream in winter is the most comfortable."

As soon as the delicate ice cream was in his mouth, Yan Shu squinted his eyes intoxicated. The ice cream in this small shop is purely handmade, and the matcha flavor is very strong, completely satisfying the heart of Yan Shu, a matcha lover.

The entrance of the small shop is made of thick cotton curtains to block the cold wind outside. The floor heating is burning inside, and the light is warm yellow. There is a wooden glass window on the side, and it can be seen that the wooden window frame is old. The dark textures are criss-crossed, and looking out of the window is the street they just walked through. Eating ice cream in such a place has to be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

"It's quite interesting." Song Zhilin didn't feel much about the taste of matcha, but fortunately, the ice cream tasted good, and the follow-up milk taste was quite strong, so she also thought it tasted good, "It's not a taste."

"Yeah," Yan Shu finished eating her bowl of ice cream, turned his head abruptly, and kissed Song Zhilin's cheek, "It's not a flavor."

Song Zhilin was taken aback, Yan Shu's lips were cold, and he just touched her cheek lightly, so fast that she didn't even realize it, when she realized it, Yan Shu looked at her with a smile on her chin. She had a playful smile on her face.

She had finished her ice cream too, leaving only some melted milk stains in the small wooden bowl.Song Zhilin wiped the corners of her lips with a tissue, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go back to the hot spring."

She didn't say anything to Yan Shu, but Yan Shu panicked, grabbed her wrist, and blinked at her: "Shall we go back to the hot spring now?"

Song Zhilin smiled very gently, but there was a certain kind of different light in her eyes.

"Take some more photos for you, and we'll go back?"

Song Zhilin asked, holding the camera in her hand, and asked Yan Shu to pick a place, Yan Shu shook her head, she was not that interested in taking pictures, she had already taken a lot of pictures just now, no matter if she continued to walk on the street , or go back to the hot spring, she thinks it's okay.

"If you want to soak in the hot spring, let's go back first," Yan Shu said, "It's the same when we come back tomorrow."

Their itinerary is mainly for leisure, and they stay in Hokkaido to watch the snow. Yan Shu is not very interested in the local scenic spots. She is willing to go to bed.

When Song Zhilin and Yan Shu returned to the hotel, it happened that the dinner time had just started. After Song Zhilin called the hotel to make an appointment for a hot spring meal, he took out the bath basket prepared by the hotel from the closet, and prepared to go to the hot spring with Yan Shu.

The room they booked was on the first floor, and the balcony door was opened to a small courtyard. The private soup belonging to this room was in a corner of the courtyard.

Song Zhilin and Yan Shu wrapped themselves in bath towels and went out. A floating dinner plate had been set up on the hot spring, with exquisite snacks and sake on it.

Yan Shu entered the hot spring, and first tasted a piece of dim sum, which was soft and sweet. She poured herself a glass of wine, and poured another glass for Song Zhilin, and said with a smile, "Do you want to drink together?"

As soon as Song Zhilin's skin came into contact with the hot water, it flushed immediately, her round shoulders were exposed from the water, and her fair skin was smeared with pink, which did not match her cold eyes.

"That's right." Song Zhilin took the wine glass and took a sip. The sake tasted slightly bitter at the beginning, but after entering the throat, the sweetness returned endlessly. "You won't get drunk if you drink less."

A little mist evaporated from the hot spring, making her face look vague, which neutralized the usual indifference. Yan Shu leaned over involuntarily, and his arm touched her arm, which was a soft and creamy touch.

She suddenly forgot what she wanted to say.

Could it be that the effect of alcohol will be particularly obvious when drinking in hot springs?

Yan Shu felt confused. She looked at Song Zhilin beside her, and watched her pick up a piece of dessert with her fingers and put it into her mouth. The slender fingers and the pink dessert complement each other. It should be an ordinary picture, but she actually felt a little ... blushing and heart beating.

Song Zhilin happened to turn her head to the side, looked at her, and said pointedly: "Why is your face so red?"

She took another sip of wine, and a light and light feeling surged up from her limbs, making her feel very comfortable.

Yan Shu looked at Song Zhilin's cheek and retorted, "Your face is redder than mine."

"Can that be the same?"

Song Zhilin pinched her fingers in the water, fiddled with them gently, and rubbed her fingertips all the way to her wrist, with a meaningful taste, she said to Yan Shu with peace of mind:

"As long as the weather is hotter, my face will turn red easily, but you are different."

Yan Shu's one hand was held by her, and the other hand was free to get a cup to drink.

This hot spring is a private hot spring, and she doesn't wear a swimsuit. The distance between her and Song Zhilin is less than one meter. It seems that if she doesn't pay attention, her skin will touch Song Zhilin's skin.

For some reason, Yan Shu's face really burned when he thought of this possibility.

Yan Shu couldn't help but think of their suite, the warm and soft big bed, layers of pillows, and Song Zhilin's hand on her waist.

She put the wine glass back on the tray and whispered, "It's because the hot spring is too hot."

Song Zhilin asked very caringly: "Do you want to go back to the room to have a rest, and come back to soak later?"

"Need not……"

Yan Shu felt even more shy. Song Zhilin really came to soak in the hot spring, but what was she thinking?She was ashamed to say it herself.

"I haven't finished my dessert yet."

"That's what it means to eat," Song Zhilin pushed the tray away, her voice slightly tinged with alcohol, "I have to eat later."

"Well... I know."

Yan Shu pulled the tray back and poured herself another glass of wine. She had already drank a lot of sake. She drank most of the sake, but Yan Shu was too good at drinking, so she still didn't feel drunk. She hoped It's okay to get drunk. If they are drunk, they can wrap themselves in bath towels and go to the room to rest.

The unique smell of hot springs has been mixed with the scent of pheromones. The sweet scent of grass drifts out, entangled in the air implicitly. Song Zhilin holds down her hand and pours the cup After drinking the wine, she whispered in her ear, "Don't drink so much."

"I didn't drink anything," Yan Shu's voice was sober, "You drank too much."

"is it?"

Song Zhilin embraced Yan Shu from behind, rested her chin on her shoulder, and gently sniffed her glands. The scent of green grass was continuously emanating from there. Her voice was very low, slightly drunk taste, asked lazily:

"Why do I think you're drunk?"