What you see is a pure white, and the thick snow piles up into the snow-capped mountains. At the same time, there are still snowflakes falling continuously.
The sky is pure blue mixed with a few white clouds.
The snow on the ground and the snow in the sky reflect each other.
And the boy with the child of heaven and hair like clouds and snowflakes stood on the top of the mountain and watched everything quietly.
The air you breathe is cool, enough to wake you up.
Compared with the dense crowd on the junior slide, there are not many people visible on the advanced slide. A few people from the Silver Bullet are the only patrons.
"As for snowboarding, if you want to stop, just do this..." Morohoshi Hideki, wearing a black ski suit, stepped on the skateboard and had tied the fixture to his feet. His knees were pulled back, along with his calves and
The body naturally leaned back, one side of the skis tilted up, and it stood firmly in place.
"If you don't want to stop, just slow down, just control the strength, and tilt the skateboard a little bit. If you want to slide at full speed, just flatten it, bend your knees and half squat..." Morohoshi Hideki said directly in the original position
He performed a trick of spinning around on a skateboard, followed by acceleration, deceleration, and braking.
While Hideki Morohoshi was giving a demonstration, Akira Emori, Seiichiro Kikukawa, and Shinya Takizawa couldn't help but start to express themselves freely.
All three people showed their skiing skills and were quite entertaining to watch.
In a place that was cold and pure, with almost only a piece of white, everyone involuntarily became calm, and all the impetuousness disappeared in an instant.
Even a few people from Silver Bullet have become patient teachers.
"I understand." Aito looked at other people's demonstrations and nodded.
He was wearing a white and green ski suit and thick gloves. Naturally, he couldn't wear shorts to suit up for skiing. Instead, he was put on trousers that matched the ski suit, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.
, like a round ball.
But he still held a stuffed bear in his arms and never left his hand.
"Let's see how much you've learned." Morohoshi Hideki raised his eyebrows and motioned to Miyamoto Aito to slide a bit.
So Aito followed their wishes and copied everything they showed.
The actions can even be said to be exactly the same.
"...You must have skated before." Takizawa Shinya looked a little depressed.
I also wanted to be an instructor, but it turned out that Miyamoto already knew how to do it.
Who can do this for the first time!
Takizawa Susumu also remembered his experience when he was a beginner and fell into the snow in various ways again and again, and finally learned it.
Even if you finally learn it, it just means that you have to wrestle less often.
You will still fall if you fall.
"I don't remember." Aito shook his head.
He felt that he had never skated before, but it was not difficult for him, as long as he could control his body and skateboard well.
"Sure enough, he learns everything very quickly, because Miyamoto is a genius, and you have to get used to it, Takizawa." Jiang Shouhuan slid next to Takizawa Shinya, and patted the other person's shoulder with a smile.
"It's exactly what my father said, being with a genius is both happy and sad at the same time." Takizawa Shinya sighed.
Although in the eyes of ordinary people, they are also geniuses.
Even if one day the country selects youth representatives, they will be successfully selected, but there is a difference between genius and genius.
"Do you want to play with the guy who is holding you back?" Morohoshi Hideki heard Takizawa Shinya's emotion, turned his head and looked over, and then said arrogantly.
"You would be more happy if you were with Miyamoto, right?" Seiichiro Kikukawa also came over and said.
"I am indeed more happy. As for my companion, the more powerful the better." Takizawa Shin also nodded in agreement.
He didn't have any jealous thoughts, just some emotion.
There are differences between people, and some differences are even huge.
He already knew this.
If you can't be friends with good people, then at least don't be enemies.
His father and others like to invest in outstanding ordinary people in advance.
Miyamoto doesn't need his investment, but they are companions.
Tetsuya Aoyagi, who was using an ordinary ski on the side, watched the harmonious and loving scene of five elementary school students and slid down silently.
There is an age gap and a generation gap, so I don’t want to read it.
"That guy Aoyagi actually left first..." Morohoshi Hideki raised his eyebrows, his voice a little high-spirited and youthful.
"Follow me." He said, and his figure quickly rushed down.
"Let's go, Miyamoto." Jiang Shouhuang and others also rushed down.
Aito rushed down behind them.
He was obviously the last one to go down, but his speed was extremely fast, so fast that those who were overtaken by him wondered if he had not controlled his speed.
After sliding down the snow track at an altitude of more than 1,700 meters, the feeling of weightlessness came together with the sound of wind in my ears. The originally cool air felt like an ice knife cutting across my face.
While descending at a rapid speed, facing the only white in his eyes, another scene appeared in Aito's mind.
Likewise, endless white as far as the eye can see, as if it can never get out.
"...We are the sons of heroes..."
"What is a hero?" he heard his own voice ask.
"A hero is there to protect everyone..." The voice that often appeared in his memory was always gentle and firm.
"...Be optimistic, cheerful, positive, gentle and friendly to everyone... Only then can you become a hero..."
"...One day we will also become such heroes, just like father and mother..."
"Like father and mother?" But his own voice remained unchanged.
"...I will become what they expect, become my name..."
"Becoming Salvino?" he asked curiously in his memory.
"Salvino means...the savior..." The gentle voice revealed pride and determination.
"I will become a qualified hero and a savior..." he said.
And then……
Everything in front of me seemed to have turned into blocks of color, with only white remaining. Only the sound of wind in my ears was still clear.
He heard crying and shouting in his memory.
"Don't look back, run forward."
"leave here."
He saw a closed door in his memory. There was a gap in the door, and a golden light shone through the gap.
He was only one step away from running into the light.
If there were no explosions and gunshots in my ears.
There was still nothing in front of him but a figure standing beside him, looking down at him.
"Miyamoto? Miyamoto?"
"Hello? Are you okay?"
"Miyamoto?!
"
The persistent call in his ear brought him back to his senses.
Hideki Morohoshi and others gathered around him, their eyes anxious.
"...I'm sorry, I was distracted just now." Aito shook his head and apologized very naturally.
Morohoshi and the others seemed very nervous, so they should just apologize at this time.
"You can get distracted when skiing, you are really big-hearted..." Hideki Morohoshi breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes helpless and tired.
"I'm sorry." The white-haired boy opened his sincere blue eyes, lowered his head and continued to apologize.
"You...forget it." Zhuxing Hideki hesitated before speaking, and finally turned his head.
There is no more lessons to be learned.
"Anyway, Miyamoto wasn't injured, and everyone knows that he likes to be in a daze, so it doesn't matter..." Jiang Shouhuang and Takizawa Susumu also quickly put their arms around Hideki Morohoshi, and skillfully comforted their friends.
"Do you still want to play?" Kikukawa Seiichiro just asked Aito.
"Yeah!" Aito nodded vigorously.
Maybe he will be able to remember more if he comes a few more times.