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01
It was at the town's silverware shop that Aoi noticed the man. It was snowing outside the house, and the sky in the town had been dark for a long time, and he stood in front of the glass cabinet holding up the square bronze medal with a handkerchief and carefully examining the inscription on it.
He brushed past her, with a faint scent of books and ink, especially clear in the wet and cold winter.
The ring on the index finger of his left hand flashed through her eyes as he held the umbrella, and more delicate and charming than the platinum ring, it was his quiet identification of the appearance of the silverware.
He bought the bronze medal for eleven euros, which was worn in a thin silver chain, a necklace that was simple to work and exotic.
She noticed that he was wearing a well-ironed black tweed coat, his white and thin cheeks were sunk in a dark brown knitted scarf, and the long eyelashes under those deep dark eyes were slightly flashing, and there was a sense of cold and dignified distance when looking at people.
When the man looked up, it was the first time in half a month that the town had cleared.
The bell on the door rattled, and she watched as he slipped his hands into his coat pockets and walked out of the silverware shop.
The cold wind poured into the shop, and in front of the glass cabinet, a black umbrella reclined quietly.
Located fifty kilometres east of Helsinki, the small town of Porvoo is a famous old town in Finland, where only heavy snow comes during the long winter months, and local residents used to paint their houses dazzling brick red to embellish the monotonous long winter days.
Aoi carried the black umbrella through the low wooden red house in the alley, and at the door of the bakery five steps away from the silverware shop, she received a call from Ember.
The bakery owner is an authentic Nordic, and Aoi loves their family's fish stuffed bread. After she and Ember broke up with embers two weeks ago, she resolutely packed up her bags, took her camera and moved out of the moldy tube building. When the editor-in-chief of The Little Fish Hypnotus called, she decisively agreed to the arrangements for filming in Northern Europe.
Embers on the other end of the phone were still softly apologizing, and Bai Kui looked at the piece of fish stuffed bread in the glass window and fell into thought.
The sincere apology did not get a response for a long time, and the boy hesitated: "Xiao Aoi, what are you doing?" ”
The town, near the Arctic Circle, begins to set at 4 p.m. Aoi clutched her phone and heard herself say, "I was wondering if dinner would be fish bread or potato salad." ”
There was a long silence on both ends of the phone, and the moment the phone hung up, the last light source of the sun finally faded into the snow. She suddenly felt that she didn't have to dwell on what to eat for dinner anymore, and she wanted to drink now, the kind that was spicy and choked her nose.
The town tavern is only open until 9 p.m., and the amount of white sunflower wine is not bad, and it is urgent to drink, and do not forget to eat a piece of fish stuffed bread to pad the stomach. Locals see that her face is Asian and think that bread and wine are somehow fresh to eat.
When she was slightly drunk, someone came over to talk, and was invited to drink a glass of wine, and a hand was covered with her leg. She struggled to dodge, and after a few pulls, she raised her hand to raise the black umbrella in her hand.
The wooden umbrella handle, lacquer luster, when she picked it up from the silverware store, she thought it should be worth a lot, but she didn't expect to beat people better.
Men scolded her in the local language, a kind of farce that was common in taverns that didn't cause much debate, and more people took the time to drink and watch the play. Bai Kuaijiu woke up for the most part, she was a little flustered, foreign, she did not want to die on the road to chase her dreams before she became famous.
The man's hand, which was still trying to entangle, was stopped by a hand that suddenly appeared behind him, and someone reached out and wrapped her behind her.
"Sorry, girlfriend is drunk."
It was an English she could understand.
She looked up, and under the dim chandelier of the tavern, she saw the white, thin face of the man she had seen in the silverware shop during the day.
02
Bai Kuei is a well-known wild photographer in the photography circle, she is used to capture mysterious natural scenes, and people who know her know that she never shoots people in her images.
When she first entered the rut, she offended the seniors in the circle, and she was full of energy, spitting and throwing rotten eggs at people's private film festivals. When dragged out by the security guard, she kicked the senior's thigh, and she was not relieved and cursed the senior for going out and being hit by a car.
Two months later, the senior in photography fell off a cliff during a long-distance shoot and broke his legs. The news media reported his deeds, and she laughed and called God has eyes.
God not only had eyes, but also politely patted her on the shoulder and warned her: Young man, you have to pay for your youthful vigor.
She was unsurprisingly banned from the circle. After years and nights of returning to the liberation, she was full of pride, others said she was stupid, only Ember said that she was honest and serious and cute.
Three years later, the integrity and seriousness of cuteness turned into the more real unreasonable teasing in embers. Bai Aoi feels that the human heart is a fickle thing, and even she herself has become a well-behaved quail.
She looked at the broken umbrella in front of her and politely bowed to her "savior": "Thank you, sir." ”
The man replied with a Chinese "you're welcome", and Bai Kui was stunned, and it was a rare luck to meet his compatriots in a foreign country.
His Chinese is not fluent, and he also has a Hokkien accent. But Bai Kui still understood, to the effect that she would return to the residence earlier, and to relieve her was just to see people of the same color as her being bullied.
Before she could return the umbrella, the man had already left the alley with the bottles of sherry.
It snowed again late at night. The snow here is to bury the world as generously and tragically.
White sunflowers curl up in cashmere quilts to watch documentaries, and firewood in the fireplace is braving Mars to offer the last bit of residual heat.
She had a dream. In the dream, she was still in her twenties, and she had just had the first camera in her life, shooting from mountains, flowers, wild grasses to mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and fixed the beauty of everything she thought was in the camera. At that time, the wish of life was to hope that one day I could become a great photographer, probably because the mental nature in my bones was worn away by life, and the subconscious mind always remembered the past in dreams.
It's a reminder and a remembrance.
When she woke up, it was still dark, and Shirakui packed up her gear and rented a sleigh from the hotel. She's going to the cedar forest on the outskirts of town today to photograph snow leopards.
White sunflower ambushed behind a cedar tree with deep rings, set up the camera and crouched quietly. She glanced at the electronic watch, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, there was still no sign of dawn in the distant sky, and today was destined to be another drowsy cloudy day.
Heavy snow fell silently on her eyelashes, and her stormtrooper was quickly covered with snow.
Bai Kui did not crouch to the snow leopard, this forest is quiet like a tomb, but the photographer's natural keen five senses make her choose to persevere.
Tomorrow she'll come back again, she'll photograph the cunning snow leopard in the local news report, and then the editor-in-chief Xiaoyu will put her work on the front page of the magazine. Because her exquisite natural perspective restores the most primitive artistic conception of nature, she will become a cutting-edge force in the works of the same period, and is even expected to participate in the next year's photography exhibition.
She glided the sleigh briskly, leaving a deep mark on the snow behind her. Next to a birch tree at the turn, she stopped.
The moment the goggles are removed, there is a slight snow blindness in the eyes. White sunflower found some red. It was blood, the blood left by the beast tearing its prey.
Then Aoi saw a black and white tail rising proudly and slowly from behind the tree, and a pair of contemptuous eyes were now casting a dangerous look at her from behind the tree.
It was already afternoon when Aoi woke up again, and the overcast sky outside the window was quietly drifting with snow. Heaven and earth are silent, only the piano downstairs is playing abruptly.
This is a beautifully decorated vintage villa.
She stepped barefoot on the stairs and looked into the living room on the first floor, where Liszt's "Dream of Love" had come to an end.
"Awake?" The man turned his head, his fingertips pressing the last key.
It's him again.
03
At four o'clock in the afternoon, twilight came on time, and Aoi sat quietly by the fireplace wrapped in a blanket, glancing up from time to time betraying her restless mind.
A distance away from a table, Shan Jingyi was wiping a bottle of glassware.
"Add sugar?"
"Ah... No thanks. ”
When the coffee was served, she whispered a thank you.
"You say you're a photographer?" He added milk and sugar to another cup of coffee, his fingers gently stirring the porcelain spoon.
"Yes, I squatted in that forest for days to track down a snow leopard."
"The one in the news?"
"Yes."
He smiled softly, the corners of his mouth moved his emotions, and Bai Kui had a momentary shake.
"Little photographer, there's no snow leopard here."
He brought her a pair of wool socks, bright and playful and cute, which was a gift from the housekeeper's little granddaughter last Christmas.
"Miss White, to send you back, you need to wait until my housekeeper returns."
The villa's only sleigh cart was driven to town by the housekeeper to collect supplies, and Bai Kui's sprained right foot from the snow slope was not enough to support her to walk back to the town twenty kilometers away.
"Mr. Shan, thank you."
She took the wool socks over her bare, cold feet, her right foot swollen from sprains, retracted her hand after a few touches. He saw the situation in his hand, and warm fingers touched her ankles. The pair of wool socks embroidered with cute elk were quietly wrapped around her feet, and The white sunflower blushed and whispered thanks.
When she was nervous, her flush would crawl from her cheeks to behind her ears. Someone rescued her from the snow and ice, and she could not express more meaningful words than full of gratitude.
The large wall clock on the living room wall was creaking, and it was late at night outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The wood of the fireplace exploded with a crisp sound, bursting out of the dazzling spark, and the person who was sleeping shallow on the sofa suddenly woke up.
"Mr. Shan..." Bai Kui looked at the face that was close at hand in front of her, confused for a moment before realizing that the other party was bending down to pick her up.
"The old butler likes the shochu in the town tavern, and he hasn't returned at this time, so he guesses that he is going to stay overnight in the tavern." He picked her up gently through the blanket, "Miss Bai, tonight I can only grievance you to temporarily live in the villa." ”
His manners and courtesy were gentleman's words, and Bai Aoi could understand it, but he didn't know how to respond. A thousand words, just a word of thanks.
Shan Jingyi smiled: "Miss Bai is polite." ”
Tonight she thanked him five times.
The next day, Shiraoi was awakened by a hearty laugh. She came out of the bedroom and saw an old white-bearded man in the living room downstairs carrying the supplies he had purchased into the house. Seeing her looking down from the railing, he greeted her warmly.
There was more beef on the table at lunchtime, Bai Kui was indeed hungry, and the lunch at the table of three people was very rich, and she noticed that Mr. Shan carefully slid the appearance of knives and forks. He was a gentleman and elegant man, and there was no doubt about him, for she remembered him as early as that passing by in the silversmith shop.
"Mr. Shan, I have a reluctant request."
"Say let's see."
"Can I borrow here for a while?" She added, "I can pay for the room." ”
Shan Jingyi looked up: "To make it easier to shoot snow leopards?" ”
"Yes." It's not far from the forest and is a good base for easier photography and tracking snow leopards.
"I said, there are no snow leopards in that forest." He lowered his head again and cut the steak slowly and methodically.
"Yes, I've seen it with my own eyes, and yesterday I fell down a snow slope to avoid its pursuit."
"Miss White." He suddenly burst out laughing, his voice coming out of his chest, "Shouldn't you have fallen to your head at the same time?" ”
Bai Kui was stunned, and the reaction of the other party seemed to be laughing at her, and suddenly anger came from it. Before she could refute it, the other party had already given an explanation: "Otherwise, what I saved yesterday would have been a corpse." Who would build his villa in a place where wild beasts roam? ”
The white-bearded butler had prepared the sleigh cart, and the equipment in the white Aoi backpack was not damaged when it fell down the snow slope, only the mobile phone was smashed on the screen, making it difficult to boot. While sitting in the sleigh car, she pressed the power button hard, and the moment the phone finally turned on, dozens of messages and missed calls popped up.
The white aoi opened little by little, and the cold war and dehydration of the past two weeks became insignificant after experiencing a passing death. Her eyes were wet, and she suddenly jumped out of the sleigh and turned around and ran towards the villa.
Shan Jingyi sat by the fireplace and read the "Wanye Collection" and saw the famous poem: "Yin Qilei, the sky is hazy, the rain is zero, and I hope that Junliu will stay."
"Mr. Shan!"
He looked up, and the little photographer who was supposed to have been sent away by the butler was running toward him.
"Dare I disturb, can I... Can I buy my bronze necklace back? She came to him breathlessly and exhaled cold white breath.
"What do you mean?" He closed the book.
She couldn't breathe steadily: "That day in the silverware shop, the bronze necklace you bought was dropped by me." ”
He remembered that there was a small letter K on the back of the bronze medal.
He laughed slowly, laughing at the coincidence of fate: "Miss Bai, I have changed my mind. ”
04
Once again, the white photographer returned fruitlessly.
She unloaded her gear and sat on the ground covered in snow and wind. Shan Jingyi heard the movement at the door and saw her sitting outside the door, her back funny and pitiful.
"Want a cup of coffee?" He stood on the stairs with his coffee in hand, and saw her turn her head in frustration and laugh softly.
"This is a very cunning snow leopard." She held a hot coffee close to the fireplace to warm up, took a sip of hot coffee and concluded.
Since Shan Jingyi suddenly changed her mind that day and agreed to let her rent a villa, Bai Kui had been squatting in the forest for several days. Every time she did not return, but her hands and feet froze a lot of frostbite.
Shan Jingyi did not speak, as if anticipating her failure. However, Bai Kui felt that it was only a matter of timing, and she had witnessed the silver-white snow leopard that day, not a hallucination, let alone in a damp dream.
The mobile phone prompt sound "ding-dong" sounded, and Bai Kui clicked open the pop-up window and saw a photo of the blue sky and white clouds, and the embers were accompanied by the text: Send you a sunny day.
Knowing that it was difficult to see the sun in Finland in winter, he photographed her every day on sunny days in Beijing.
She looked at ember's usual apology on the chat screen, as if going back to the quarrel two weeks earlier. They threw away the gifts they had given each other and spoke harshly to each other. After Ember Kou scolded her for not doing her job, all the anger dissipated in an instant.
How Freud said it, there is no such thing as a joke, all jokes have a serious component. The quarrel was the same, not to mention the first time he had complained. Ember doesn't like her job as a wild photographer, dangerous, early and late, sometimes traveling far to shoot and even going home for months.
She looked at the phone screen and lightly typed the next line.
"What are you looking at, so seriously?"
The figure that suddenly came over made her reflexively cover the phone, and she heard Shan Jingyi's chuckle, and several DVDs were handed to her.
He just wanted to ask her if she had any films she wanted to see.
"Both... Both. Realizing this, I felt that my actions were a little embarrassed.
There was only a dark lamp left in the living room, and the light of the projector reflected the image of most of the walls, and the fish on the screen were jumping from the sea, and the sound of the waves poured out of the speakers.
He brought two glasses of wine: "Want to try my new wine?" ”
She received it in her hand, and tasted it with the original fragrance of a wooden barrel. Her eyes widened with some surprise: "You brewed this?" ”
He took in her expression, and his lips bent involuntarily as he sipped the red wine.
Bai Kui looked stunned: "Shouldn't your family open a winery?" ”
This was the right guess, Shan Jingyi laughed out loud, sat on his knees on the carpet, and looked at the sea view in the screen in front of him.
"Tell me about you, why do you want to buy that bronze necklace back?"
The night is already very deep, the outside of the house is a vast expanse of snow, quiet and romantic is the beauty of here, intoxication and obscurity are the secrets of the people inside the house.
"Oh, that's a long story..."
Three years ago, Honghe Prefecture, Yunnan.
This team of wild photographers from all over the world met on the Internet forum, and after bidding farewell to the snowy scenery of Tanggula Mountain, their next stop was the Butterfly Valley of the Red River in Yunnan.
It was the first time that Bai Kui, who had just passed her twentieth birthday, had traveled for the first time to shoot, and with the recklessness and nervousness of her fledgling, she was not surprisingly a talker in the team.
Compared to another taciturn young boy, she was a bit noisy. The young boy was not a photography enthusiast, and he joined them halfway through because of his sketching needs.
As he drew with his drawing board, she whispered about her excitement, and after being stopped by him, she apologized to him with a red face.
"I'm sorry, I was so excited. Hello, my name is Bai Kuai. ”
"Embers." He held out a hand.
It was her acquaintance with Ember, not romantic but unusual.
"So this necklace is his gift to you?" Because it is a love relic, it is discarded in one breath, and it is re-regarded as a treasure because of the warmth of love. Shan Jingyi leaned back on the leg of the sofa behind him, and through the light of the screen, he saw the girl's jaw line, and some familiar and long-standing memories were slowly awakened in the depths of his brain.
"No, it's not." He saw her staring at the screen, and after taking a sip of wine, her expression became mysterious.
"Mr. Shan, have you ever seen butterflies dance together?" She turned her head to look at him, with a mysterious and solemn look, "Millions of butterflies dance in an instant at the end of the metamorphosis, between heaven and earth, like brilliant gems." ”
Aoi was bitten by a snake while photographing butterflies breaking their cocoons in Butterfly Valley, and woke up lying in the local hospital for three days, with only embers in bed.
The camera was lost, and everything she had taken all the way was not backed up, and it was all in a bubble at the moment. Ember drew the embarrassment of her crying nose and handed it to her eyes, and she looked at it for two seconds, and suddenly burst into tears and laughed.
At the age of twenty, there seems to be nothing that cannot be passed.
They dated in a local town, and at a silver foundry next to the temple, they took a fancy to the bronze necklace, which had no inscription or floral ornaments, only a fingerprint printed on the front. Behind the small shop is the temple, daily in and out of tourists, incense is exuberant, the owner said that the chain can bring good luck, after bargaining for a hundred pieces.
She then asked the shopkeeper to engrave the letters of her name on the back of the bronze plaque.
As the movie drew to a close, he looked at the subtitles scrolling on the screen and nodded slightly: "It's such a romantic story." ”
The phone screen never lit up again, and her chat with Ember stayed on the phrase "it's all over."
05
After entering the middle of December, the white-bearded butler took an annual break, and Shan Jingyi said that the butler's home was not in porvoo town, and he needed to go home early to prepare for Christmas.
There were only two of them left in the empty villa.
Aoi was still tirelessly squatting on the snow leopard, and one morning she noticed an extra row of footprints on the snow leading to the villa path, which were the paw prints of some kind of cat. She nervously asked Shan Jingyi to guard against the invasion of wild beasts, but her heart could not suppress the excitement.
After squatting for half a month, she finally found the snow leopard appearing.
Shan Jingyi went to the town to buy candles, where the winters are cold and long, and sometimes heavy snow can crush the circuit. He left a note, remembering the brave and reckless little photographer at home, and suddenly felt that worrying was superfluous.
She was brave, she was braver than many of the people he had ever met.
The townspeople are preparing for a lantern festival that lasts for about a week until the winter solstice. As he passed the tavern in the town, he remembered the scene that had broken the siege for her that night, and there was something shining in her eyes, and the light under the eaves illuminated her face with relief.
He knew what it was, but she held back and thanked him with a big smile when she looked up again.
Like injured cats, dying also preserves self-esteem.
While picking out the candles, he received a call from Shiraku. As the contact number left by the landlord and the tenant, he did not expect to become the only way for her to call for help when she was in distress.
"Don't worry, speak slowly." He gave up picking candles and walked quickly back.
"Mr. Shan, the snow leopard is coming!"
He heard her scream, as if he had stumbled upon something, and his heart trembled.
"Don't be afraid, where are you now?"
"I was in the villa and I just got back to the villa... The snow leopard suddenly appeared outside the door. She sobbed, "Mr. Shan, you really should come back and see that the snow leopard is trying to open the door of your house." ”
The sleigh car was parked in front of the courtyard, the whole villa was not lit, the surrounding area was as quiet as water, and there was no so-called snow leopard. Shan Jingyi knocked on the living room door, and he stood outside the door and shouted, "Miss Bai." ”
For a long time, no one responded.
He began to call out her name, and the knock on the door became urgent. There was no sign of the door being destroyed by the beast, the window glass was intact, and there was no blood around... He even began to rationally analyze the outcome of the event, but the trembling voice exposed his nervous and flustered heart at the moment.
Suddenly, he heard a dull noise coming from the room, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
"Boom!" The door opened.
"White sunflower."
The man in front of him looked at him silently, crying out "wow" after he whispered her name.
The only three candles left in the drawer were turned over, and Shan Jingyi fixed the candles to the table and the stairs respectively. He found a medicine kit to treat Aoi's bruised knee, and the latter looked at him in horror and tears in his eyes.
"I didn't mean not to open the door, the villa suddenly lost power, I can't find where the electric gate is..."
"Hmm."
"The snow leopard first wandered outside the yard and then started banging on the living room door, and I was so scared I had to call you."
"I know."
There was a threat of wild beasts outside the door, and the villa suddenly lost power, and she had to hide in the room and wait for him to return. When she opened the door for him in the dark, she accidentally fell off the stairs and broke her knee, but the first thing she did after returning to God was to explain and apologize to him in a hurry.
His chest seemed to weigh heavily, and he felt a deep sense of guilt.
"Sorry."
The night was so long, the wax oil dripping from the candle slowly condensed, like a secret cocoon piled up somewhere on the heart.
06
The townspeople spend most of the winter in their slumber, lazing until noon, eating a fine lunch, and then sitting quietly and leisurely basking in the sun on the sunny side of the street.
Sunshine is a rarity here, and today happens to be a rare sunny day.
Christmas is approaching, and Bai Kui plans to go to town to buy some ribbons to decorate the house. Shan Jingyi sat in the courtyard basking in the sun, and put a book on his lap, which was the "Manyo Collection" that he had not finished reading.
"Mr. Shan, don't you go together?" Dressed in a long beige down jacket with a warm yellow hat and gloves, she sat on the sleigh and looked back at him like a hulking bear.
They were shopping for ingredients at the town's bazaar, and at the moment of queuing up to pay, Shirakui received a phone call. Her suddenly changed face fell into Shan Jingyi's eyes, and he saw her walking quickly to the convenience store with the phone covered.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the town's lantern festival has begun, and the rows of colored lights gradually light up, stretching up the slope of the street. He stood under the eaves and had quietly finished his whole cigarette. The figure holding the mobile phone at the entrance of the alley finally hung up, and he threw down the cigarette butt and walked toward her.
"Miss White." Three paces away, he called out to her softly, and then unexpectedly saw her wipe her tears in panic.
He was a little stunned.
"I'm sorry." She turned and smiled to share the weight in his hand for him.
He avoided it slightly: "Don't you want to buy a ribbon for decoration?" Let's go. ”
They walked side by side in the twilight street with the lights flickering, and he saw the corners of her reddish eyes, eyes that began to cry while listening to the phone. He was standing under the eaves of the convenience store, not very far away, and he had quit smoking for a long time, and he turned around and went back to the convenience store to buy a box of cigarettes after hearing her sobbing.
After they returned to the villa, she began to go upstairs to pack her bags. He brought her the brewed coffee, and she looked at the glass and suddenly burst into tears and asked him if he had any wine.
The editor-in-chief learned of her near-death and called to urge her to go back. The shooting task never progressed, and she was not reconciled and got into an argument on the phone. The editor-in-chief set off the past, and she thought of everything in the past three years for a moment, as if she was really delusional and unrealistic.
Anyone can photograph snow leopards, not her white flowers.
"Mr. Shan, I'm not a great photographer, I've been shooting scenes for three years, and I've never paid for it..." She pulled out the cork, took a sip of the wine he handed him, and didn't forget to praise his good winemaking skills.
She smiled, "You must not see that a small body like mine is very fierce when it hits people." ”
Three years ago, the photography team was photographing butterflies in the Butterfly Valley of the Honghe River in Yunnan Province, when she was accidentally bitten by a snake and lost her camera. Later, she saw the winning work in the domestic photo contest, which was a beaked phoenix butterfly that had just turned into a butterfly. The moment and angle of that capture reminded her of that foggy morning, when she squatted in the jungle all night, just for the moment when dawn broke.
The author of the signature of the work is a companion of the original photography team, she does not remember whether she has spoken to him, only that she must call out to the seniors when she sees him now.
She couldn't get any justice, she made headlines about the photography exhibition of her predecessors, she was so young at the time, she didn't know how to be patient and dormant was only a temporary humiliation. So much so that later she started from scratch, and every work could only be published anonymously.
Now, anyone can stab her with this as a dagger, and she is no longer sad about the past, but she obviously did nothing wrong, but she was subjected to the ridicule of fate.
"Mr. Shan, thank you very much for this time." This is to be said in some other way.
"Maybe I really failed, I squatted for so long, the only time I saw the snow leopard up close twice, and I was almost scared to death by it."
The ribbon bought from the bazaar to decorate the room was still lying quietly in his handbag, and he touched the cigarette case in his pocket, and many things tonight were beyond expectation. In fact, he never decorated his house at Christmas, and he had quit smoking for a long time.
"Miss White, do you know turkey?" He spoke suddenly.
"Native to the Americas, turkeys are wild before they are domesticated as poultry." He looked at her and said slowly, "But there is a kind of turkey called the eye-spotted spitting chicken, which is smaller than ordinary turkeys, with a blue head and bright feathers, resembling a peacock, and this species has never been domesticated." “
"I mean, sometimes being a little bit fierce isn't a bad thing."
I don't know when it started to snow outside the window.
Then it all happened, and they stood under the crystal chandelier and kissed each other on the lips. The lights are bright and dazzling, like a beautiful dream.
God says that love at first sight is the soul recognizing the other first.
Mr. Shan knew that he and Bai Kui had never met in Pingshui.
07
It was in the spring four years ago that he needed to make a trip to Yunnan because of his work. In a silver casting shop next to the temple, the shop bishop cast silver, and finally he did not know what to do with the pattern, he chose his fingerprint to print on the surface of the bronze medal.
He paid for the silver cast, but did not buy the square bronze medal, and he did not know that the boss later made it into a necklace, and then one day in the street market, it was bought by someone with a fortune.
The first time he saw the square bronze medal at the silverware shop in porvoo town, he recognized it as the one he had made, and few people would print their thumb fingerprints on it.
He didn't tell her that they had had such a coincidence.
It was Christmas again, and the housekeeper's little granddaughter sent a pair of wool socks as usual, still bright and lively. The greeting card was followed by words of wishes, only this time there was an extra line of ridicule asking about his emotional status. Only ten years old, already aware of the feelings of adults, Shan Jingyi put away the gift, suddenly regretted that he had told her about the snow leopard story.
The snow leopard in the cedar forest was transferred to the local breeding garden by the local animal protection bureau this winter.
He remembered that he had sworn to the young photographer that there could be no snow leopards in the forest.
It was a year ago.
On Christmas Eve a year ago, Aoi left the villa with her suitcase in tow, leaving without buying him the bronze necklace. Whether the trip was over or a farewell, he did not know.
He remembered that on the night of the winter solstice they had danced in the house, and she stepped on his tiptoes, and at the end of the dance she kissed him lightly in the eye.
Many beautiful stories begin and end unknown. Even the parties did not know that they had such a beautiful heartbeat on the night when the aurora spread.
Sunlight appears rarely, shining on the snow, reflecting sparkling particles, like the cocoon of a butterfly.
He thought, wait until spring, wait until the butterfly breaks the cocoon again, and he will meet her.
—END—
