The man was soaking in the hot spring. There was no one in the hot spring hotel. He had booked it. He didn't like anyone to disturb him. This was his habit.
The spring water beneath me was bubbling all the time, and it looked like it was boiling, but it felt just right to the touch.
The staff of this famous hot spring hotel called "Romantic Snow Country Bath" has specially prepared an artificial ski slope this season. It is really a pleasure to come here for vacation.
It's even more magical when you enter. The lobby is small and quaint, and you feel suddenly open through the glass wall of the courtyard.
The waiters in traditional kimonos welcome you in and out with a smile. The dark square wood stretches across the pond, which is quiet and beautiful.
What is attractive is not only the hot springs but also the exquisiteness of the hot spring hotels.
The hot spring hotels are scattered in different heights, and almost all are wooden buildings. The light shines faintly from the house. The warm texture of the wood under the dim light makes it feel particularly "home".
Especially in winter, "home" will have a warm feeling, which is also a quality that many Japanese hot spring hotels reveal.
A hot spring pilgrimage to purify the body and mind seems to be about to begin.
It was a quiet night, and there was no noise from the city around. Looking around, everything was like a silent movie, with only the movement of shadows and the faint smell of sulfur entering the sense of smell.
Even at midnight, the hot spring hotel here is brightly lit, like a giant aquarium, with blue and white "fish" swimming around.
The "fish" who refused to sleep, some young and some old, wore light blue yukata and dark blue short jackets, and shuttled between different bathhouses in the hotel like a school of fish.
Very few people spoke, and what was occasionally heard was the drunken chatter of people in the wine shop.
People walking in slippers on the wooden floor don't have the tense expressions of urban residents. The lines on their faces are soft and contented. One can't help but think that the soothing mood of "coming back with dancing and singing" after bathing must be the same.
carefree.
Spring night in April.
It's snowing all over the sky.
The sparkling snowflakes were flying and spinning on the jade pavilion, and the happiest smile jumped on the lapels of the man holding the umbrella with a chuckle.
The snowflakes beside the man seemed to be alive, tender and attached, sparkling and dancing on his brows and corners of his lips, surrounded by snow.
The man in snow clothes seems to be the most dazzling light in the world. A dazzling and beautiful light. Suddenly it is clear and transparent, hearty and refreshing. It is as clear as spring water.
Suddenly it is simple and vigorous, indifferent and lofty, gentle and profound. It is as vigorous as pine waves.
There seemed to be a sense of resentment in his eyes, a sense of amazement, a sense of the deepest and most painful hatred in the world, and a sense of the most beloved and pitiful joy in the world of mortals.
This is a flowery man.
His name is Snow.
Ru Ge looked at Xue with bated breath and was unknowingly fascinated by him.
In the dazzling light, the snow sparkled out of the dust.
But there is something indescribably stunning and enchanting between his brows, and that kind of decisive beauty is simply heartbreaking.
Now he is sitting in the hot spring, sitting boredly in the pool, with a towel on his head and his hands on the stones behind him, so leisurely.
Beads of sweat seemed to have appeared on his body, and it was obvious that he had stayed there for a long time. His upper body was naked, and he looked slightly charming with his flushed face.
Her slightly damp hair was gently dancing in the wind, her thin lips were pursed slightly, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, creating a beautiful arc with the dimples on her lips.
Covered by those long eyelashes, the dark pupils suddenly shone brightly.