His eyes looked out the window, the winter in the north is so depressed, silver snow everywhere cold. The car originally not many passengers seem to have a shallow sadness, so that the large car box more lonely.
An inexplicable excitement surged through him as he pulled out the letter she had written to him in the early years.
“I can’t believe she remembers me.” He sighed.
A gust of hot air turned into white smoke coalescing on the lenses of her glasses, and in her blurred vision she seemed to be able to see Saiki’s slender figure fluttering about in a churlish manner.
He leaned his head back in his chair and closed his eyes in contemplation.
I remember when I came to Japan as an exchange student and stayed at Saki’s house. In just a few months, I fell in love with her as a high school student, and my feelings were so sweet and strong, and my life was so full and enjoyable, but the end was inevitably sad.
A foreign love affair is notoriously difficult to achieve, and the political turmoil in their home country, coupled with the heavy weight of their parents’ traditions, all but forces them apart.
Love has no borders, no race, as long as the two love each other.
He despised people who said such things.
When the bus arrived, he stepped off and looked up over the area, the residential neighborhood looked unchanged.
A cold wind struck him and he shivered, his fingers pulling even tighter on the coat draped over his body.
After a not-so-short walk, he arrived at Ito’s house.
He looked at the doorbell next to the door and decided to knock anyway, just as he had done when he first arrived a few years ago.
The one who came out to answer the door was Saki’s sister.
A few years have gone by, and the former lively and active little girl has already grown into a beautiful woman.
She was surprised and delighted as she led him into the house, asking noisily about her big Taiwanese brother who had spoiled her so much in the past. Mrs. Ito took his shoes off and then led him into the living room.
The ever hospitable Mr. Ito pulled him to sit on the ?? on the meter and talked to him.
The warm, hot tea removed his fear of the snowy cold and he sipped it slowly.
“It’s so warm…” he said with heartfelt gratitude.
A few years ago he was a shy student, but now he is an old friend of Mr. Ito.
He and Mr. Ito talked enthusiastically about a variety of topics, national events, life experiences, work complaints and other never-ending topics, and before he knew it, the time was evening.
He waited until Mrs. Ito urged the two men, who had not seen each other for a long time, to eat, and was surprised to find how quickly the time had passed, but Saki had not returned, and he was puzzled, so he took advantage of the meal to mention it to Mr. Ito when they were talking again.
“Saiki, she’s moved out now… if you’re going to visit her,” he got up and walked over to the cabinet to pull out a pen and paper.
“Um… her address.” After writing it, Mr. Ito re-read it and handed the note over to him.
“That’s good, Saki’s about to get married and you’re going to wish her well by the way…”
“Well, I will.” He nodded, Saki’s letter had already mentioned that she was getting married, so he wasn’t terribly surprised.
Late at night when he was passing Saki’s former room before he was to go upstairs to rest, he stopped and opened the door to stare out in silence.
It doesn’t seem to have changed much in the last few years.
In the empty room, it seemed that he could see Saki in her blue sailor uniform smiling and waving at him, the two round dimples on her flawless face were very cute.
“I wonder how she’s doing now? Will her boyfriend be as good as I used to be to her?”
Once again he sealed himself into the memories of the past.
Suddenly a voice rang from his ears, “Thinking about Saki?” Mrs. Ito was holding a quilt for him, and as she passed down the aisle she saw him fidgeting and asked with great concern.
“Whoa, whoa, sorry… sorry…” he apologized for his outburst. Suddenly a thought turned to him “This… when does Saki usually return to her place?” He asked slowly but firmly…
It was a cloudy afternoon, and he walked the entire length of the Capitol on foot, the expressionless crowds on the streets passing him by and him fading into the depths of the endless sea of people.
The helplessness of a drop of water for the ocean, he deeply re-comprehended.
Sitting in the café, looking at the pairs of young couples in front of him, the feelings of the past were vivid in his mind, as time passed, the way love was expressed never changed significantly, Saki was just like the passionate young girl in front of him, overwhelming the apparently more introverted boy.
The two of them had been so in love.
Being in love is as hopeful as a beautiful dream.
He was a man without dreams.
The time ended quickly and the waiter politely asked him to leave, he nodded, picked up his bags and walked towards the counter to pay the bill, thinking about his trip back tomorrow and agreeing on a time for the Ito family to come and see him off.
Just came to Japan on the first day of the night when asked Mr. Ito Saki’s address, but he did not immediately go to find her, he did not know why just a little bit afraid, the funny thing is that even afraid of what he is not clear.
He was going to take advantage of his last day to see Saki, the exotic girl who floated in his mind with her clear beauty.
Returning to the bewildering sea of people, he looked at his watch; it was still early, not yet time for Saki to go off duty, so he turned into a park, and sitting on one of its benches, he saw the other side of compact Japanese life, the spaciousness of which took him away from the dust of the roads, and the quiet emerald green of which lulled him to sleep.
After all, it was the sluggish north wind of the evening that woke him up, and he straightened his wretched garments before hurrying away.
Those old men up front probably thought he was a foreign wanderer, he thought to himself.
After continuing to walk for a while, Saki’s apartment was in sight, and my heart was really excited, but my reason kept telling me to get out of there, and an unspeakable feeling of fear ran through my mind.
Reason and lust warred fiercely, and his hands and feet walked up the steps like controlled puppets, finally stopping in front of the door.
After ten minutes or so, with a chilly wind accompanying it, he still stood still in front of the door, his outstretched fingers never having the courage to press the bell, despite how simple a thing it was, tossing around in his head whether to go inside, or just say hello to her and leave, or just let it all go with the wind and never see her again.
Just as he was hesitating outside the door, the door suddenly opened, Saki didn’t expect him to be at the door and looked at him with both surprise and joy, it had been so hard for lovers who had been in love for years to finally meet again.
Without saying a word, she pulled him inside and came in, then closed the door and wrapped her arms tightly around him, leaning against his cold back.
It was a warm night, and the two of them exchanged all sorts of sentiments over the years.
They sat opposite each other, Saki’s beauty still endeared her to him, how endearing she was with her head bowed.
It was he who asked first: “Are you… uh… is your current boyfriend treating you well?”
“Well, he loves me very much, but… but doesn’t care about my feelings as much as you used to…” she said in a flat tone with her head down.
“In that case… then I’m more relieved…” he gazed at Saeki, “I felt very guilty for you when I left in a hurry back then… you’re a girl that I’m hung up on… if you’re happy, then I’m relieved too. “
He exhaled softly, his heart a little bleak for no apparent reason.
He shook the glass in his hand, the ice inside clinking gently against the glass.
“Thanks…” she paused briefly. “So how are you doing now?” She asked a little worried.
“Me? I’m married…” he looked at Saki who looked surprised before turning back to look at the empty glass in his hand “I got married soon after I went back. As I told you back then, parental orders…” he said indignantly, but then his expression softened “But my wife loves me, she’s very nice, there’s nothing I can fault her for.”
“Really… yeah… that’s great… that’s great…” said Saki as she picked up the bottle and filled it for him.
He drank it all in one gulp.
“Wine into sorrow,” he thought of the old words.
The ice clanged and as he set the glass down on the table, the two men turned to each other almost simultaneously and called out in unison, “May you (you) be happy forever and ever… .”
He and Saki looked at each other, then slowly, tightly hugged each other…
As she stepped out of the shower, he picked her up in a hug.
A naked body wrapped in a beige bathrobe, he kissed her cherry lips fiercely, their tongues entwined tightly together, warm juices flowed down his rough tongue into his mouth, it was sweet and refreshing.
He pulled back the hem of her breasts, the surplus white breasts mesmerized him and he lay down between her cleavage to feel their wonderful tenderness.
He looked at the heater that was in a straight line with the tips of her breasts, and the hot white gold wire was even less red in his eyes than the tips of her breasts, and even less hot than his body.
Saki gently stroked his hair, knowing that after today, the two would never see each other again.
The world is often so helpless and sad…
I don’t know how many hours passed, but he kissed her vermilion lips again, his warm palms caressing her soft skin, a silky, cool touch.
He pulled the robe down even further behind her and pressed his face against her racing skin.
The northern girl’s skin is snow-white, with ice-crystal smoothness and cotton-wool softness.
He gently nipped at every inch of her body, sucking a pink mark on the snowy skin.
Abruptly he rolled over with her in his arms, deeply afraid of her fading from his embrace in a tight embrace, his palms reaching out from behind him, holding her overflowing breasts, his broad sturdy chest pressed against her delicate back, and his bronzed skin could feel the trembling that was coming from her body, like a wounded kitten.
He took control of her legs and opened her up for his entry.
It was a feeling completely different from his wife’s, always so beautiful that it was disorienting to lose consciousness and not be able to be himself.
In the moment when the two became one, the volcano of lust that had accumulated all kinds of love over the past few years exploded.
Unlike the warmth of the previous moment, he rode recklessly on Saiki’s silky body.
As if he wanted to melt her completely, he moved in and out of her with maximum energy, and Saki’s uninterrupted whimpering aroused him even more, he found this moment the most beautiful, the most intoxicating, the most maddening.
The white skin was so soft that it made him soft, the pink tips of her breasts mesmerized him, the warmth inside her made him even more crazy, and the slight trembling of her body made him even more lost in the ocean of love and lust.
It was a mingling of water and milk that hadn’t happened to him in the past; her body was like a calm turquoise lake, embracing him, containing him, and allowing him to cause ripples on the surface of the calm water.
It’s just a shame that I can no longer have her in this life.
“What if… what if…” he thought unrealistically.
His chest pressed against Saki’s soft breasts, his palms gripping hers as he continued to advance.
He really didn’t know how to take advantage of the time he had left, except to keep bringing the two of them closer together.
He gasped until the energy ran out of his body.
Tired, he crouched down onto Saki’s chest, his cheek pressed against Saki’s breast, his weak body combined with all the grief preventing him from getting up again.
“Honestly,” Saki leaned into his arms “did you ever love me?”
“Well,” he lifted Saki’s rosy cheeks, “not ever, in this life I don’t think… I’ll ever like anyone else… except you, Saki . “
“Well… isn’t that sad for your wife? ” Saki’s words stung him vaguely.
He sighed and didn’t answer, just hugged her tightly again.
The two met lips once again.
The sky was whitening in the east, informing him that the final moment of parting had arrived, and he wanted so much for time to stop forever, even though he knew it was impossible.
The two of them remained in the same unchanged position.
He and she both understood very well that the chances of seeing each other again after this time were very slim, perhaps Saki shouldn’t have written a letter asking to see each other again for the last time, and he shouldn’t have come to this appointment so that Saki would forget him forever, the result of the meeting was just as unhelpful as the current situation, it only added more sadness to the situation.
But after all, he couldn’t let go, even though he was already the husband of a woman and the father of a child.
Saki’s beauty has haunted him for years, her gentleness is even more endearing to him than his wife’s, and the boredom of work makes him want to relive the carefree days of his student days.
Perhaps this was the sense that the less you get the more beautiful it is, he had to admit.
It was Hayate who rose first, disengaging himself from his arms like a white fish.
She put on a nightgown and sat at her dresser fixing her hair.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come a few days ago,” Saki said in a flat tone.
“I-I’ve wanted to come here to see you for a long time, only I was afraid.” He looked at the ceiling and spoke, “Because I’m married and you’re going to be married. That’s… not good…”
“I’ve taken a two week vacation… will you please be good to me during this time?” She slowly brushed her long hair, “I… have been waiting here for you for a long time.”
“Well… I don’t really know what to say to that…” he stammered as if he’d done something wrong.
“It’s almost time for the train to leave…”
She would immediately recognize it.
From the reflection in the mirror, he could watch her uncomprehending expression, her violently trembling body.
He hid in the bathroom to take a shower so she wouldn’t be even more upset.
In the bathroom, that apology to Saki deepened even more.
He got dressed and walked out the door, Saki’s mood had calmed down a lot.
He sat on the edge of the bed and watched silently as she tied her long hair up with a colorful ribbon.
He got up and walked behind her, pressing his hands on her shoulders and giving her a light kiss on the cheek : “Time’s up, see you later…”
He picked up the traveling bag.
“Wait a minute…” said Saki, turning around and walking towards him.
Then she showed a pair of scissors, which she had held in her hand at some point, and abruptly cut off her hair, which she had tied with a ribbon, and handed it over to him very firmly.
“You…” he looked at her in disbelief.
She threw herself into his arms and sobbed shakily and feebly.
Helpless, he could only pat her and comfort her.
“Please… please cherish it, see it as you see me…” the voice was broken and mournful “Please… please don’t forget me… “
Hugging Saki, he suddenly felt like crying.
“Yeah… yeah… how could I forget you…”…
Ito’s family all came to the station to bid him farewell, except Saki.
She was just as absent to see him off when he had to leave.
After many years between time and space, this scene was surprisingly so similar, but his heart was already wooden, and he didn’t shed sad teardrops like he did back then.
As he stepped through the doors of the train, he suddenly looked back as if to capture some nostalgic memories, but his hand gripped Saki’s severed hair even tighter.
“Go home! ” he said to himself, his mind slowly releasing…