After all, when you come to Hokkaido, you always have to bring some local specialties back.

White chocolate, a specialty product of this chocolate workshop that is very famous and has a romantic atmosphere, is definitely an excellent souvenir.

As the winter months are about to end, the winter semester is about to end.

When he returned to Tokyo, Andoto also wanted to bring some gifts to student union members such as Kagura Maki and Miyahara Chizuru.

The old man in front of the bar waved his hand: "You young people like to write fancy things, and how can you know the taste of drinking?"

Andaoyuan thought the old man was quite interesting, so he discussed with him: "Idrink and I know things. Although I drink more than I know, I know all about the past and the present. This is what Tyrion Lannister said in Game of Thrones Season. Old sir, knowledge and drinking do not conflict."

The old man put down his glass and laughed twice: "It's interesting, your name is Andaoyuan, right? Boy An, come and have a drink? My little girl Sanxiao usually wants to ask me for this wine, but I won't give it to her."

Snow pulled Andaoyuan, and she could feel the boiling spiritual power in the old man's wine glass, like a volcanic mountain range wrapped under a thousand-year-old ice: "Andaoyuan, if you drink this cup, we will not be able to go out for a trip later."

Andaoyuan is a very rational person, so he refused freely: "Old sir, why not wait until we come back tonight and I will be drunk with you before we can stop?"

"You will stop drunk. Are you from Chinese? But the ancient Du Kang of China really makes me very greedy. That old man, I'll wait for you tonight."

The old man squinted his eyes, with a hint of cramped expression on his face: "You'd better go and accompany this girl next to you first, haha."

What an old man.

Andaoyuan has seen a gentle scholar like Mr. Ruolin, but he has also seen an old drunk man in the sake house.

It feels good. Now that I think about it, this drunk old man is written by Liu Kezhuang as he was drunk, and he talks about the article after being drunk, shocked the neighboring wall, pushed down the Hu bed, and watched and clapped his hands and laughed wildly.

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There is no need to make an appointment for taxis in Hokkaido during the off-season, and there are not many people who usually take them.

But it is winter now, so there are probably many tourists coming to Sapporo, which has more atmosphere as a tourist city.

Andaoyuan and Xue stood at the door for a while, but they didn't see the vacant taxi, so they simply went to find the bus to take the old man at the sake bar.

Xue silently turned on the breath covering and then put on her white hood. She didn't like the feeling of being watched by strangers.

There are not many seats on the bus, and there is no difference between the buses in Sapporo and ordinary Japanese buses. Get on the bus at the middle door and get the coupon.

There was another seat in front, and Andaoyuan asked Xue to sit in front. He grabbed the handrail on the bus: "You sit down, I'll just stand. Anyway, the old man also said that the chocolate workshop can be reached in just a few stops."

The silver-haired girl did not refuse. There was still a small tacit understanding between her and Andaoyuan, but pointed to the snowman that several children were building in the park far outside the bus: "Andaoyuan, let's build one when we go back, I want to build a big snowman."

Andaoyuan saw the children's faces flushed red, but there were some happy expressions on his face. He wore gloves and pinched snow pieces from the ground and placed them on the snowman's head.

He replied with a smile: "Snow, do you want to use spells to pile one?"

The silver-haired girl twisted her head: "I have to pile one with my hands, that's what makes sense. In the past, Hyacinth and I would pile one every year."

She gestured with her hands and drew a stickman in the frost and mist of the window.

"Okay, when we go back and finish the pile, I will print the scenery into a postcard and write it into a letter, and let the wind take it to Miss Hyacinth."

He would not think the silver-haired girl was a little childish, but instead felt a little happy because of her frankness.

Others on the bus did not notice the snow, but subconsciously knew that there was someone sitting in the seat.

So they are not disturbed by chatting quietly now.

But in the back of the bus, a thin and vulgar middle-aged man pretended to be very crowded, while secretly leaning his hand into the lady's skirt in front of him.

The lady in front was about twenty-seven or eight years old and was wearing a hip-covered skirt.

However, just as her thighs felt a similar feeling of being harassed, she heard a painful sound coming from behind her.

"Oh, it hurts!"

The little man fell to the ground, and there were already blue marks of frostbite on one of his arms, and other patterns appeared on his arms, but they quickly hid.

Andaoyuan knew it was Xue's work and it was very hidden, but he caught other clues at this moment:

"I didn't expect that there were many dirty people like Sapporo. Xue, did you notice it? His mental state doesn't look normal."

The silver-haired girl gently turned her floating silver hair back behind her ears and looked out the window. She actually didn't care much about these things that had nothing to do with her, but just did it casually:

"If Hyacinth or Shiyin were here, they might have done this. The pervert's mental state was indeed abnormal. It felt like his desire was magnified by something, just like the madman Onmyoji we saw in Hakodate before."

Andoyuan nodded: "It seems that it is probably related to what we are looking for tonight. The dark ice hidden under the snow capital of Sapporo is about to thaw under the sunny day."

The harassed lady saw the short middle-aged man who fell to the ground and couldn't help but feel a hint of disgust flashed across her face. She leaned forward and saw Andaoyuan, who was slender and handsome, with a little bookish look.

Suddenly, I thought to myself that if it was not the vulgar short middle-aged man standing behind her, but the handsome guy in front of her, it would be unacceptable.

Xue could feel the sight of others, but she didn't care at all about what others thought.

If Andoyuan knew that this harassed lady thought so, he would not feel honored.

Appearance is born from the mind.

Andau is far from the point of doing these things. For most people, he is alienated and cold, perhaps in this regard he is very similar to Snow.

It's not like Hakodate, it has so many Nordic styles.

But in Sapporo, he still vaguely saw many scenery he had seen while traveling in Europe.

At that time, it had been around for about eight or nine years since I came to Hokkaido, but he still remembered it very clearly:
Chapter completed!