Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

No girl can escape a romantic grand concert, and Yuki Fujiwara is no exception.

Shimizu Sakiren smiled and put her index finger close to the cherry-colored lips, and said softly: "This is a secret."

After speaking, she stood up and picked up the hair dryer provided by the hotel on the table, and gently curled her long black hair.

The hair was quietly dried in the warm wind, and there was a moment of peaceful stillness in the air.

Fujiwara Yuki was staring at the snow-covered snow scene outside the window in a daze.

"It's finished, I'm going to take a shower." Shimizu Sakiko put the hair dryer back to its original position, picked up a change of clothes and entered the bathroom while talking.

"Go." Fujiwara Yuki responded, untied the towel and changed into pajamas, then walked to the bed, opened the heavy quilt of goose down and silk and lay down in it.

Fujiwara Yuki closed his eyes, feeling very strange and confused.

It's a feeling that I can't describe, that I've never felt before.

I was happy at her invitation, but also disappointed at her distraction.

How to describe it?It was like the creaking wind pushing open the wooden door and passing through the alley. It caressed my chest to dissipate the heat of summer, but it blew the white paper on the table away.

Up to now, I don't know whether to be happy that the heat has been dispelled, or to worry about the white paper on the table messed up by the wind.

I have become not like myself, what is this?

not understand.

In the wild thinking, listening to the white noise of the water flowing in the bathroom, Fujiwara Yuki felt drowsy, and finally fell asleep peacefully.

When Fujiwara Yuki opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

The mattress beside her had collapsed slightly and hadn't recovered yet, and the girl's warm body temperature was still in the bed.

Unknowingly, she slept very close to Sakilian again, and those melancholy moods seemed to dissipate along with the sleep.

Fujiwara Yuki sat up sleepily from the bed, just as Shimizu Sakiren came out of the bathroom.

Her face was full of morning vigor and refreshment after washing, and then she smiled and greeted Fujiwara Yuki:

"Yuki, good morning."

Fujiwara Yuki also greeted her and began to get up and wash.

Such daily memories in the future have been experienced many times.

But compared with the memory, there are still some other things missing, such as a good morning kiss, and a more special way of getting up, walking through the soft...

Some small actions to punish the behavior of staying in bed.

But what I like the most is to see her pretty face with frightened, panicked expressions, or even worse, worse expressions...

The more Fujiwara Yuki thought about it, the more strange it became, the heat gradually covered his cheeks, and the temperature in his mind rose rapidly.

Every time you touch it, some impure thoughts will sweep through your brain like a crazy tide, swallowing your reason.

Scary, uncontrollable thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Yuki didn't wake up like a dream until Sakiren Shimizu asked.

Kissing is okay, and the idea of ​​monopolizing something is understandable, but it is too...dirty to explore her possessing her in depth.

If I was a man, it would be fine, but if I am a woman, could such thoughts really come from me, who is also a girl?

Is such a desire indistinguishable from that of a beast?And the self in the future memory seems to be particularly keen on this desire.

Passionate about the most blatant, ugliest desires.

"It's nothing." Fujiwara Yuki shook his head to shake off all the unbearable thoughts, and then started to get up and take a shower.

After an unremarkable breakfast, we took the cable car to the ski slopes.

With the slow movement of the cable car, along the ridge with snowflakes gradually climbing, the sound of wind and snow whistling in the ears, the world in front of him fell into a pure white, and Fujiwara Yuki's mood seemed to be immersed in the uncanny craftsmanship of nature. was washed away.

The sun at ten o'clock is hanging in the sky, and the golden light is sprinkled on every snowflake of different shapes. The whole ski resort is sparsely populated, and the scenery is romantic, which has a heart-pounding sense of dating.

Shimizu Sakiren covered herself tightly, wearing a thick winter snow suit, ski sunglasses and a protective helmet on her head.

Fujiwara Yuki was also dressed similarly. She stepped on two long skis with ski poles in front, like a penguin pacing and shaking.

"If you don't know how to ski, you should practice on a place with a relatively small slope. In skiing, you should fall a dozen somersaults first."

Fujiwara Yuki turned his head, the deep black sunglasses reflected the pure white snow scene, he didn't know what kind of expression it was, but his tone was a bit cheerful.

Fujiwara Yuki seemed to be in a good mood. It seemed that she hadn't heard the news of the advance birthday party. Of course, Shimizu Sakiren couldn't spoil her interest.

Just keep her happy until the unhappiness comes.

"Yuki, can you teach me?" Shimizu Sakiren tapped the heavy board under her feet with her toes. Her balance is not bad but she really has no experience in skiing before.

Fujiwara Yuki waved his hand, "I won't teach people easily, go down and practice by yourself~"

"Ok."

Shimizu Sakiren didn't bother to answer, holding the skis, carefully put the soles of his feet against the snow, and headed down at a speed of a turtle climbing.

On the top, Fujiwara Yuki skillfully stepped on the skis, slid down at a lightning speed, and changed blades in front of Shimizu Sakiren, and the snowflakes splashed by the sharp turn covered the girl's face.

"Huh? How is it?"

As she slid down, she deliberately asked Shimizu Saki how she felt in love.

? ?childish!

Happy laughter echoed in the valley, looking at the girl who was getting further and further away, Shimizu Sakiren felt an inexplicable sense of provocation.

She shook off the snowflakes on her body, put down the skateboard in a fit of anger, and stood up tremblingly.

Well, keep your balance, stabilize your body shape, and control the force on your feet to master the skiing skills.

The speed of the skis increased at a slow rate, Shimizu Sakiren was a little happy, it seemed that skiing was not that difficult.

But when it gradually increased to a certain level, she found that she couldn't control herself—the end result was that she fell into the mud in a forward-leaning posture.

"It hurts..." Shimizu Sakiren struggled to get up from the ground. Even though she had knee pads, her knees were still in pain when they were on the thick snow.

Fujiwara Yuki slid in front of the girl, and patted off the snow particles on her body with his hands. There was a sense of gloating in his tone, "Does it hurt? I said you will fall, right? Or you won't slip~"

"It doesn't hurt at all." - Of course it's a lie, it still hurts to fall with knee pads on.

Shimizu Sakiren, who is particularly strong in some small places, did not speak, and stepped on the skis with some stubbornness.

"Well~ If you meow like a kitten, I can also consider teaching you how to ski~"

"no need!"

No matter when Shimizu Sakiren fell into the snowdrift, Fujiwara Yuki would rush to the scene as soon as possible to laugh as usual.

Time passed unknowingly and slowly on the jumping track of the snow track, but at a certain moment the pointer of fate began to swing.

"Second miss, the phone is coming."

On the top of the slope, Mr. Takao Tanaka waved his hands and called loudly, and the echo in the valley stretched him out.

If Fujiwara Yuki wanted to ridicule, he could only change his words to: "Skate alone for a while, and I will answer the phone."

"Huh? Why are you here?"

"I don't know how to ski, and it's not fun to ski alone."

Of course this is a lie.

——Because I want to chat with Mr. Takao Tanaka in secret while you are on the phone, otherwise how would you escape from the banquet tomorrow?

In the normal plot of Yuxi's HE line, the time of escape should be a year later, when Yuxi and the young master of the Murakami family, Murakami, got engaged.

The escape of the two girls is romantic, but they are quickly caught.

Fujiwara Yuki had a big fight with his father, Fujiwara Koji, the father slapped his daughter hard, and said decisively and sharply: "everything about you, every bit of respect from others is Brought to you by the Fujiwara family. If you want to live the life of an inferior, go for it! The name Fujiwara will be ashamed of you, and you will be nailed to the family's pillar of shame as an inferior forever, forever superior."

But Fujiwara Yuki's final choice was to abandon everything and share a small rental house with Shimizu Sakiren with her mother's acquiescence.

On a dark and stormy night, the two, drenched in the rain, shower together in the bathroom to save money before becoming truly intimate.

The story sounds beautiful, but in fact Fujiwara Yuki has suffered a lot. She should have enjoyed everything the young lady had.

So there is only one reason for taking her away this time, and that is to avoid Murakami.

As long as you avoid the Murakami family, there are not many big families who can really match up with the Fujiwara family.

Murakami is rebellious by nature, and he didn't like this kind of birthday party at first, but under his father's persuasion, he finally participated reluctantly.

He fell in love with Fujiwara Yuki at first sight at the birthday party, and has been stalking since then.

If they can avoid meeting each other this time... this young master will refuse to participate in any boring banquets with the meaning of a blind date, and choose to study abroad.

As long as you get rid of him, the benefits of marriage will be greatly reduced, and Fujiwara Yuki will not have to suffer.

So now this call will be from Fujiwara Yuki's father?

Concealing the banquet held by her daughter in advance, which was obviously a birthday party but not held on her birthday.

Sakiko Shimizu watched as Yuki Fujiwara took the phone from Takao Tanaka, walked slowly to the other end of the distance, and watched her dial the phone. Finally, Sakiko Shimizu decided to turn around and meet the man in the Mr. Tanaka, who was wearing a suit and a heart-shaped pink tie, picked up the conversation.

"Hello, Mr. Tanaka."

At the same time, the electronic screen that lit up answered the call, and it showed that the contact's note was - "Father".

Usually, his father doesn't take the initiative to contact him, so Fujiwara Yuki said hesitantly: "Hello, father."

A low, deep middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone, "Youxi, aren't you at school today? I went to pick you up from school, but the teacher said you asked for leave, why?"

"Father, I'm in Hoshino."

"Hoshino?" The other end of the phone repeated, seemingly very displeased, but still suppressed his tone to maintain a calm tone, "What are you doing there?"

"I went skiing."

"Oh, then you'll be right back now."

Fujiwara Yuki glanced at the girl standing in the distance. Sakukoi was wearing a protective helmet and sunglasses to cover her head tightly, but it could be seen from Takao Tanaka's expression and the opening and closing lips that they chatted very well. happy.

"Father, I..."

Fujiwara Yuki's ear was close to the receiver, and the toes of her boots spun anxiously on the snow, making a shallow dent on the flat snow surface.

"You don't want to come back, do you?"

"No, it's just that it can be later."

The voice on the phone announced decisively: "The birthday will be brought forward to tomorrow, you should go home today and get ready."

Fujiwara Yuki's face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled like chaff, and tremblingly squeezed out a reply from his vocal cords, "Isn't it next month?...Why?"

"It's for your own good."

"Father is me..." Fujiwara Yuki anxiously wanted to say something, those witty words that were both right and wrong to please everyone, those syllables that his father taught him when he was babbling, are like obscure spells at this moment, I couldn't speak, and my language ability was completely lost.

"Yuki! This is what you should do. Born in the Fujiwara family, you should shoulder such responsibilities. No one hopes more than me that you can stand above everyone. How did I teach you? You forgot everything ?"

She was wearing heavy winter clothes in the cold weather and snow, but she only felt that she was full of flaws in all directions, and the howling cold wind invaded from every inch, making people freeze into an indifferent iceberg.

She bowed her head and apologized, her golden pupils were covered with a layer of wind and snow, dim, and even her voice was lifeless, "I'm sorry, father."

"You did something disappointing again, go home and reflect on yourself."

Seemingly getting a satisfactory answer, Fujiwara Kouji finally dropped a sentence without emotion, and then hung up the phone.

Fujiwara Yuki stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to look at Shimizu Sakiren, she only raised her left hand to look at the watch on Haobai's wrist, her expression dull and dazed.

Now how to do?Those intimate memories from the future, like the memories of the scene in the GAL game, only left some good thoughts for myself.

How to do to be happy, there is no answer at all.

The girl who can clearly give herself happiness in the future doesn't seem to have such an idea yet.

It was because I treated her so badly at the beginning...

In fact, maybe no one can save him at all, but he lost himself in that dream unilaterally.

Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly people are so stupid, how could someone with a clear head believe such a memory?

Only myself would foolishly believe in an illusory dream.

On the reflective mobile phone screen, Fujiwara Yuki found that his eyes were sour and red.

An emotion that I have never felt before came to my nose, a feeling that I have never felt before.

She took a long, deep breath, and in the paleness of the sky and the earth, she saw that wisp of breath turned into a light dancing white mist, drifting unrestrainedly in the silvery white snow.