Chapter 9 9After winter comes autumn

Author: The dancer I recommend

Chapter 9 9. After winter comes autumn

The huge car broke through the light fog, crossed the not too long bridge across the river, and drove from Kitasaku County to Miyota Town.

The scenery of the northern country has become a thing behind. Looking up, the late autumn sunshine penetrates the clouds and shines on the earth.

The mountains and fields lit up, and the mountains in the distance appeared blurry dark green, and the outlines were not clearly visible.

The silver-gray power station seems to be floating in the earing rice fields, moving back a little bit as time goes by.

On the black cables that seemed to connect the entire world, crows, magpies, and brown-feathered birds of unknown species were all resting with their wings folded.

Closer, the shiny green leaves flashed past the car window, and the square residential buildings were embedded in the flat ground like some kind of candy.

When the car window was opened, the aroma of fresh river water and rapeseed flowers filled the air.

"test you."

"Um?"

"'Compared to the stone mountain, the autumn wind is whiter.'" In the carriage, Makimura Taku asked her, "Where is the stone mountain?"

"How do I know?" Ai Hoshino closed his copy of "The Great Gatsby" and said with a puffed mouth.

"It's the rock of Nakoji Temple in Naya Town, Komatsu City."

"Oh~" She looked up at the roof of the car, then put her arm on the table, touched the rabbit hairpin on her head, and smiled at him, "I've never been there, so I don't know!"

That smile reminded Taku Makimura of the narcissus inserted into the tall glass vase in the coffee shop.

As she stared at him, Taku Makimura suddenly felt a warm current entering his body.

When she vaguely noticed the dark green scenery slipping away from the corner of her eye, Taku Makimura asked her casually:

"Ms. Hoshino, what do you think the color of autumn is?"

"autumn?"

"Now."

"Now..." Hoshino Ai turned to the window with her face raised.

The maple trees along the way passed through her eyes, like dragonflies tapping into the calm water.

After leaving Echigo-Yuzawa, the autumn scenery emerged one by one.

Green grass, wild flowers, wheat awns, plowing cattle, shambling pedestrians, lakes reflecting the blue sky, and falling leaves appear in the field of vision.

All kinds of things seemed to remind her softly: it was only November.

It turns out that after winter comes autumn.

An incredible idea flashed through Hoshino Ai's mind, and then disappeared quickly.

She turned around and asked, "What do you think?"

"Didn't I ask you first?"

"Let me copy your answer." She put her hands on the table and supported her face. There was no impurity in her eyes when she smiled.

"well."

"Please say~"

"Green in spring, red in summer, white in autumn, and black in winter."

"oh!"

As if looking at a precious treasure, Hoshino Ai's eyes seemed to jump from his seat, but in fact, his hands and body did not move.

She said with some surprise: "It's amazing, I mentioned every season at once."

"I'm not that powerful," Taku Makimura explained, "That's an expression derived from Haiku."

"The haiku just now?"

"yes."

"Green in spring, red in summer, white in autumn, black in winter..." She thought for a while, "The first two are fine, but how can the following autumn and winter be white and black?"

"Maybe the autumn wind is white and the snow is black."

"Black snow?" She smiled and waved her hands and said, "How is it possible? We just met, and the snow is whiter than your face!"

"That's true," Makimura Taku nodded, "but why are you comparing me?"

"Just say whatever comes to mind."

"Who thinks of me first?"

"I think of you first."

"Well, I'm thinking of daffodils."

"Daffodils?" Hoshino Ai thought for half a second, "That's right."

The train in the opposite direction rattled past the car window, and the vision turned black and white.

Hoshino Ai looked outside and noticed that there were more red maple trees along the road.

The cool wind that poured into the car blew her long hair to the back of her neck.

When she wasn't wearing a scarf, the skin around her collarbone was so fair, making people think of the fish-white blue sky.

She looked away: "So, Makimura, you haven't said what you think yet."

"Dark green, bright red."

"Why these two?"

"I happened to see green mountains and red leaves, so I said so."

"That's it." Hoshino Ai nodded.

Makimura Taku looked at her: "Is it time to talk about you?"

She licked the upper right tooth with her tongue, and then said after thinking: "Color!"

"color?"

"A mess of colors," Hoshino Ai said, "There are all kinds of colors! Let me think about it... pink sun, bright red lake water, golden leaves!"

"Permutation and combination?" Taku Makimura sighed.

She smiled cutely: "Snow can be black anyway, right?"

"Too."

"whee."

As the train passes through the tunnel, even the darkness itself seems to be tinged with a color, and the silence is making a sound.

"Listening to music?" When the car passed through the mountain and the field of vision became bright again, Taku Makimura took out his headphones and connected his cell phone to ask her.

"Listen." Hoshino Ai did not refuse.

They each wore a pair of headphones and used a free trial music player to play a piece of pure music "Date" by the Japanese rock band RADWIMPS.

The phone is placed horizontally in the middle of the table, and the screen is not turned off.

The gorgeous shooting stars streaked across the starry sky covered with thin clouds, and that turned out to be just the cover of the album.

The two of them listened to the song while feeling the bright and gradually warming light.

Occasionally, a dark shadow cast by an upright telephone pole flashed across their faces, but they were unaware of it.

After one song was played, the next song continued, and the song was "If I Can Bloom" by Goose house.

Listening to the song, they looked into the distance and saw majestic blooming flowers and lonely fallen leaves.

The autumn wind in November swept over the lake with warmth, leaving traces visible to the naked eye.

The poet is indeed hypocritical: the autumn wind is neither white nor bleak.

At least the wind that day was colorful, and it became vivid wherever it blew.

"It's you, it's you who taught me that if I can shine light in the darkness, I can turn it into a starry sky..."

"..."

"Um?"

"Isn't this a good song?"

"..." Hoshino Ai took off her headphones and stared at him, "Did I sing it?"

"I guess so."

"Wow, I accidentally..."

"fine."
To be continued...