There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

The back of the slender hand showed blue veins, as if trying to hold the letter tightly in his hand. However, it was like an invaluable treasure, and it never caused the slightest wrinkle from beginning to end.

The atmosphere in the car had a substantial weight, as if it was pressing on the chest, unable to breathe.

"Zi"

With the power windows rolled down, the flowing air re-circulated.

Hiratsuka-sensei, who did all this, watched them from the rearview mirror of the car.

"you guys"

The sigh that hates iron is not steel, and the smoke from the corner of the mouth comes out.

"If you want to cry, is it enough to cry at the airport?"

Then she seemed to be thinking about what to say, and she was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"I never thought so. That's the kind of relationship between you and Yukinoshita."

Just before a plume of white smoke was about to disappear into the air, a thick tar smell drifted over.

"To sum up your relationship in such simple terms as co-dependence, I look down upon my student, Shizuo Hiratsuka."

There was a slight tenderness in her pupils staring at the rearview mirror.

"Can feelings be conveyed in one sentence?"

The teacher threw a question, and she asked herself

"Think about how it's possible. I can't stand it if someone wants to explain it in one sentence. Besides, it's not something that can be conveyed in words."

"Everyone probably has their own answer in their heart, but they just don't know how to get it or how to verify it, so they want to convince themselves with simple words and apply it to themselves."

"It's like this under the snow now"

"what about you?"

Hiratsuka-sensei didn't wait for her students to answer.

"However, there is not only one way of doing it. There are also infinite ways of expressing the same sentence."

She exhaled a puff of cigarette and watched the shredded tobacco drift away.I also looked across the teacher's profile.

“You can do whatever you want. Gather them up like dots and organize them into your own answers. Fill the canvas and maybe the remaining blanks will turn into words.”

The smoke that lingered in the air completely dissipated soon after.

"So, let me take a look. Show me your thoughts and feelings. There is no room for excuses."

"The main thing is, what is a goodbye like this?"

"It's so naive to think that you can send me with a letter, Xiaoxueno"

The roar of the exhaust pipe and Hiratsuka-sensei's teaching sound dissipated in the exhaust.

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"Passengers of flight A5150, please prepare to line up for ticket check in an orderly manner."

The sweet notification sound echoed in the waiting room, and Yukinoshita's hand holding the suitcase seemed a little tighter.

"It's finally time"

Yang Nai, who was sitting on the side, sighed and helped Yukinoshita straighten her front again, and then warned again.

"Did you remember the precautions I said?"

"Um..."

Yukinoshita stared at the clean floor and nodded.

"..is this really good?"

The marble floor tiles can be seen from the light, she and her reflection in the reflection look at each other and talk to themselves

Yang Nao gently stroked her cheek, slender fingers slid gently, as if touching something fragile.

"So, didn't you say it?"

She smiled lightly, her fingertips slid down.

"It's better for everyone."

"Besides, we can meet again soon, can't we?"

She winked at Yukinoshita, pretending to be relaxed.

"certainly not!"

As the door of the VIP waiting room was slammed open, a discordant voice broke in.

"Liar Liar Liar..."

Yukinoshita only felt a golden afterimage pounce on her chest, but she didn't hesitate to consider the strength, pain, and hugged tightly.

"Eng... Lily-san"

Her soft cherry lips parted lightly, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she showed an expression on the verge of crying.