Chapter 1231

The snow came and went quickly. When he went out, there was no trace of the blizzard that seemed to flood the entire city just now.

Before and after passing through the door of the restaurant, Yang Ming's mood has changed greatly.

"Where to go next?"

He lowered his head, his footsteps crunching softly on the snow, and he continued to wander aimlessly on the street. Due to the heavy snow, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and most of the shops were closed.

Three days later, Mount Fuji.

The turning points in life often happen at the least expected moments.

Those strange clouds and twists and turns of lightning, thunder and tit-for-tat, although the waves are turbulent during tit-for-tat, are often forgotten after three or two days. On the other hand, those trivial details may be regarded as ordinary trivial things at the time. Later, if you savor them carefully, you can discover another story with a long meaning.

The desolate whistle of the north wind is endless, and the withered yellow grass stems are like broken flags, showing no trace of life in the boundless white frost. Occasionally, a few uninvited snowflakes like catkins flutter on Yang Ming's face. There were thin white marks on his cool and dry skin, but he seemed to turn a deaf ear. He stood there with his fingers and counted the past that slipped between his fingers, even his fingers were numb from the cold without realizing it.

"There's still... half a month."

Half a month is like a magical spell. As long as he can win the Diamond Cuisine Asia Championship in half a month, Yang Ming can truly become a master, that is, a world-class chef. These words can be covered up easily by saying "half a month later" between the lines, but for them who live in the story, it is countless sleepless days, nights and dawns.

Yang Ming has been to many places over the years, including wind-eroded ancient cities, ruins of quicksand, bustling cities with neon lights, and quiet towns with blue bricks and white tiles. He has walked through deserts and seen the ocean. Sometimes he is looking for something, and sometimes he is looking for something. It was completely aimless, but this was the only place that could give him peace of mind while he was walking and walking.

After all, further up here, there is a chef who is very famous in the world of Japanese cuisine.

Yang Ming said nothing and looked ahead in silence. The plain white mountains were winding endlessly until they disappeared in a certain fold. He stared silently at the direction in his memory, as if he was exploring the deepest depths of darkness and the farthest reaches of the universe. His fists clenched unconsciously, and the road ahead was still covered in ice and snow.

The road ahead is long and dangerous. Given Yang Ming's current conditions, he definitely can't go any further. He has no intention of showing off. He just wanders around for a while, looking for something to rest on in his memory on the empty mountain snow. There is a breakpoint somewhere, and the past is gradually forgotten at the breakpoint.

Whenever he thinks about these things, what he focuses on is like the pebbles spread out on the river beach, bright and moist, soft and hard, and like a willow branch soaked in spring water, so tough that it cannot even be shaken. the least bit.

"Looking for food inspiration is troublesome." Yang Ming muttered to himself, the leather shoes he was wearing lightly stepping on the snow, applying gentle force, just enough to be able to gain a foothold on the snow without sinking. Too deep, the white mist between breaths blends into the vastness.

He walks through the rugged ice and snow several times almost every year, not to mention how beautiful the scenery of Mount Fuji is - in fact, the most he sees is the unchanging whiteness of the snow, and he has no time to care about anything else - but to be here. There are some marks left on the road. He has planned the road to Mount Fuji many times. Where should he proceed with caution when there are steep landslides on cloudy days, and where should he avoid occasional rockfalls. Just like the most skilled and experienced tour guide in the world, Yang Ming responded to this question. Countless treasures.

What do you want? But I heard on the Internet that a very famous shop has opened here and I came to check it out.

"Ah sneeze——"

The biting cold wind was always tireless. After sneezing, Yang Ming unconsciously tightened his tight clothes. At the same time, he lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his red nose. It was already getting late, and God refused to give him face. It's time to go down the mountain.

Just as he was thinking this, when he looked up, his vision was occupied by a flash of yellow.

In this pure white snow field, birds and beasts are flying away, and everything is dry, but there is such a small goose-yellow flower that seems to have been forgotten by the God of Winter. It has planted its roots in the soil under the snow layer, and grows safely and tenaciously in this ice and snow. With.

Yang Ming knelt down and looked down at this fragile but strong little creature. His lips, which were slightly dry due to the cold wind, were pursed into a thin line. He wanted to smell the gentle fragrance, but in the end, there was nothing but moisture permeating the surface. There was nothing but breath, and he couldn't help but smack the corner of his mouth, secretly mocking himself for pushing the envelope.

This is just an ordinary wild flower at the foot of the mountain. It often grows in unknown nooks and crannies, or on the side of the road that few people pass. It is often stepped into the mud head and tail by people. But as long as the roots are still there, it will sprout vigorously from the ground again.

Yang Ming thought for a moment and realized that this little flower might be a seed hanging on his trouser leg. He wandered all the way to the foot of the mountain, and then fell into the narrow gap made by stepping on it to sprout. No matter which one it was, it sprouted. , the probability of occurrence is considered to be as low as the bottom, and its simultaneous realization is even more miraculous. But no matter how low the probability is, this flower is placed in front of him at this moment.

He looked at the little flower silently for a while, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, touched the petals lightly with his slender fingers, and watched the flower swaying, his expression softened for the first time, and there was something A little smile.

"It's amazing. I'll come see you again next year." Yang Ming solemnly promised to a flower, "We agreed."

It is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down, especially for people who climb snow-capped mountains. In the huge Fuji Mountains and on this snow-capped glacier, if there are no signs and guides, I am afraid that I will not be able to go from dawn to dusk, but Yang Ming, on the other hand, had a smooth journey and reached the foot of the mountain before the sky closed.

It is not the peak tourist season for Mount Fuji at this time. The town under the snow-capped mountains is in a desolate state. There are a few crumbling houses scattered here and there, sparsely populated, and shadows of trees. If it were used to make a horror movie, even the scenery would be omitted, but this is not scary. Yang Ming comes out from time to time to look for food inspiration. He stared at the few lights on the street unhurriedly. He wanted to think about whether to go to the hotel to make bowls of instant noodles to survive, or to go to the small shop recommended online to challenge his appetite. Inadvertently, In the meantime, he found what he was looking for.