Sanxiao stood by the pool, turned on the faucet, and asked her by the way: "Shiyin, have you booked your ticket? If not, I can help hack into the ticket sales system in Hokkaido."

She is still very confident about these things. Sometimes when the plane has no tickets at night, she will directly hack into the aviation system to change two tickets. Of course, this is all under the condition of having the qualifications of a night watchman as a finishing shot.

Shiyin Shinya always felt that it was a bit bad to do this, so the gentle girl waved her hand and refused the proposal:

"It's okay, I've booked my ticket yesterday. I left after lunch and bought a direct direct Shinkansen. I could probably arrive in Tokyo in the evening."

"So that's the case. Do you have any plans in the morning?"

Sanxiao put the toothbrush into her mouth, so the sound of her speaking was a little blurred with the sound of water.

Miss Shiyin picked up the towel hanging on one side, then tilted her head and wiped her long wet hair that had just been washed: "We are going to go to Sapporo for a walk."

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Xue, Shion Shintani and Kyoka pointed to the streets at that time, and the snow-covered park she and Andoyuan walked around.

The silver-haired girl felt that she had less soft feeling when she was stepping on the ground now, and had a more icy and heavy feeling.

This is the seasonal change in winter. The willow trees that have fallen leaves are covered with furry and shiny silver bars. The evergreen pine trees and cypress trees on the roadside of the park are also filled with fluffy and heavy snowballs.

Oda Kyoka gently tapped a big tree covered with snowflakes. The remaining snowflakes on the branches fell down slowly like goose feathers, catkins, and catkins, like dandelion seeds.

"Look, it's the snowman I built at that time."

The snow sounded briskly at the park in the distance, where there was a snowman that looked like a work of art, but the snowman had a red scarf wrapped around her neck and a gray hat on her head.

Andaoyuan knew that it was probably made by the children nearby, and he was really childlike.

Shiyin Shintani, wearing a white down jacket, suddenly chuckled softly: "I feel like this snowman is like the fat version of Andoyuan."

Xue patted herself with gloves, looking a little proud: "Shiyin, you are so smart. I did it according to Andaoyuan at that time. It was still a bit harder to make a snowman than an ice sculpture, so she was a little fat."

"Haha, it's so funny to see this."

Ota Kyoka surfs the Internet every day. She has seen too many funny pictures. She doesn't know why the funny points have increased but have dropped a lot, so she is so happy that she pulled Andoyuan.

"Andauyuan, you stand next to the snowman, I'll take a photo for you. This is a rare commemoration."

Miss God really likes these things.

However, Andaoyuan didn't care. He also thought that this snowman was well-stuffed. In addition to being a little fat, he was also a little stupid, and it was acceptable.

He took off the camera's lanyard from his neck and handed it to Miss Ota Hime: "Photo with the camera, be clearer."

A brisk sound of the shutter flashed.

Andao walked over and saw that the moment when the photo was flashing, the snowman made a face, and knew that no one except Xiaoxue could do such a thing.

He rubbed the kitten's hair: "I knew it was you who did it."

"Hehe, I think this is more vivid. Andaoyuan, don't you think?"

"If I were to do this with my face, I would feel a little stupid."

Andaoyuan said helplessly.

The silver-haired girl's face showed a playful and flattering expression. Forget it, it really makes people feel uncomfortable.

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At noon, I had a simple lunch in the late night room and said goodbye to the streamers.

The people of Hyacinth also embarked on the journey back.

There are not many people at Shinkansen stations, and there is no waiting room that seems too congested because of the Sapporo Snow Festival last time.

Now, in addition to the sound of electronic reports, this empty station seems very quiet. Andauyuan recalled Wilde's philosophy: poetry is a natural burst of strong emotions, and its source is the touch of quiet recollection.

I do feel similar now.

Oda Kyoka was holding her mobile phone in her hand and was checking the number of views of the video she recorded. Her face showed a happy expression: "Shiyin, look, I have now exceeded 3,000 fans."

Shintani Shinya was also very happy to praise her and said, "This is your effort. Maybe on the first day of the New Year this year, there will be more people in Ota Hime Shrine who come to pray for the New Year."

As soon as Oda Kyoka talked about these things, she became a little dejected: "But there is nothing in my shrine."

"Then I'll prepare for you."

Naturally, Miss Shiyin would not sit idly by, she is still very kind, "You can prepare a set of witch suits for me, and I will help you make a shrine sacrifice for a morning. After all, this experience will probably be very fresh."

Kyoka knew that Shiyin said it to comfort her, but she was still moved and hugged Shiyin: "Shiyin, you are so good."

Andaoyuan listened to them chatting in a low voice, but did not participate. Instead, he took out a collection of Far East Slavic poems from his bag and read them. In such a quiet snowy day, it is indeed suitable for reading.

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Not long after time passed, the highway Shinkansen they were supposed to be on entered the station with the sound of an electronic whistle.

There are also rail trains waiting for loading on the roadside, memories of the clarinet in the early morning snow, memories of the huge stars falling into the sea like rain, memories of countless villages and towns, the lights that are gone along the way, and the sound of the whistle of the Shinkansen were recorded in the camera one by one by Andoyuan.

At this moment, he took a photo of probably the last Sapporo this year.

In the photo, the girls behind them were filled with happy smiles, making people sigh at the beauty of time.

Hokkaido is a region that loves trains, and taking a plane is always a matter for a few people. People mostly rely on trains or Shinkansen from here to there.

Loving the train is loving the journey. Those sleepless nights spent on the train are the isolation state of life - when the whistle roars, the train slowly starts on the cold rails, and faces on the platform pass by one by one. Then, the train drives faster and faster, sometimes passing through a bridge and sometimes passing through a fir forest.

Andaoyuan looked out the window, and the familiar scenery in the distance disappeared quickly, and then a new scenery came.

"Andauyuan, let's play chess together."

He couldn't resist the three beautiful girls, so he put down the book in his hand and spent the afternoon in the aircraft of four people.

As the winter evening approached, the snow was already asleep. The silver-haired girl unconsciously leaned her small head against Andaoyuan, and then her delicate nose occasionally made cute and very slight breathing sounds.
Chapter completed!