Early the next morning, Ibuki Youxian was woken up by the alarm clock. When she came out, rubbing her eyes, Qin Wenyu was already dressed and finished washing up.

Holding a book in his hand, he sat by the window and read quietly.

After hearing Ibuki Youxian's movement, Qin Wenyu raised her head and said hello:

"Good morning, Miss Ibuki."

Ibuki Yuxian was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized that he was not alone in the family at this moment.

She looked down and saw that she came out wearing only her underwear as usual.

Qin Wenyu covered her ears with foresight, and sure enough, the screams rang out in the room soon.

After a morning of jumping around, the two finally set off for the Izumo History Museum.

"How long has my father been in Shimane?"

On the bus, Qin Wenyu sat facing the window, and asked Ibuki Youxuan, who had half of his face hidden under a white scarf.

As she breathed, a faint white mist floated up, flushing her cheeks.

"Yeah...sorry...I don't know..."

Ibuki Youxian secretly glanced at Qin Wenyu, her voice soft as a mosquito.

Qin Wenyu closed his mouth, and in order not to trouble her, he decided not to ask her any questions for the time being.

The two of them were speechless all the way, and they arrived at the Shimane Prefectural Museum of Ancient Izumo History at about nine o'clock.

Ibuki Yuzuru seemed to have met a colleague, who greeted her politely: "Morning, Ibuki."

"Good morning, Miss Saori." Ibuki responded righteously.

"Wrong direction, Ibuki, your work place is here." Saori reminded kindly.

"I... I have something to do with the curator, so... I have to go there first..."

"Anything with the curator?" Saori glanced at her, and then at Qin Wenyu, who was standing behind Ibuki like a nobody.

Is he the one who has something to do with the curator...

Shazhi paused for a moment and said, "As the curator, I went to Dazang Township yesterday, and I won't be back until a week later."

Ibuki Yuzuru's eyes widened, "How long?"

Saori smiled and said, "Yeah, you know, the curator loves to study folk customs, and the winter festival just arrived in Dazang Township. He has been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Is that so..." Ibuki Youxian turned around and glanced at Qin Wenyu eagerly.

Seeing this, Saori suddenly smiled and said, "If it's a very urgent matter, Ibuki, please run for me! Go to Dazang Township."

Ibuki Youxian looked at the senior suspiciously, and whispered, "But, I still have work..."

"It's alright, the curator left in a hurry yesterday and forgot to bring his documents. Although people in Dazang Township basically know him, there are some necessary procedures. If you don't have documents, you can't go through it. You can help me send it there!"

Saori said with a smile.

Ibuki Yuzuru blinked: "I... can I?"

"Of course!" As she spoke, Saori pulled Yibuki Youxian to the curator's room. When she came back, her face was red again, and she held a yellow briefcase in her arms.

"Mr. Qin... Are you going to Dazang Township?" She asked in a low voice.

"Go." Qin Wenyu nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Then... let's set off now, Dazang Township is three hours' drive away."

While talking, Yibuki Youxian quietly turned her head, and Senior Saori was making a cheering gesture to her.

"Ibuki, you have to take him down within a few days!"

That's what Senior Saori said when he was in the curator's office just now.

What... It's clearly not what the seniors thought...

While Yibu Youxian was still thinking about this, Qin Wenyu had already walked away.

She hastened to catch up.

The two got on the bus to Dazang Township at around 9:30.

This time, it was Qin Wenyu who sat by the window.

He looked out of the window quietly. Today's snow is not as heavy as yesterday, but the sight is still covered in white.

After leaving the city, the feeling of winter became more and more obvious.

The snowflakes fell from the sky lightly and soothingly, fell on the bare branches, and fell on the top of the extreme mountain, connecting with the gray sky and spreading forward.

The purpose of going to the curator is to find out Qin Ye's whereabouts.

The connection between the two was cut off from Shimane County, and Qin had indeed been to Shimane County half a year ago.

But after that? Where did Qin go?

Or... where did Mr. Hanyu go?

Whether he disappeared or died, Qin Wenyu just wanted to know the result.

He really couldn't feel the affection given by the other party.

From the age of six, Qin Wenyu learned to cook, wash and clean by himself. Seeing this, Qin Wenyu left Qin Wenyu with peace of mind, and he left for more than ten years.

Therefore, if Qin Wenyu had to show how earth-shatteringly sad Qin Ye was missing, he couldn't do it, and it wasn't realistic.

Qin Wenyu didn't have a deep impression of this de facto father. He read a lot of books when he was a child, and only when he described the family did he realize that in the so-called family, besides the father, there is also a mother named mother.

Every book portrays her mother extremely beautifully. Perhaps because of this, Qin Wenyu has different expectations for the mother whom she has never met since the day she was born.

This expectation may also include the share that Qin Ye never gave.

"Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin?"

Yibui Youxian's soft call made Qin Wenyu turn his head in awe.

"Are you there?" he asked.

Yibuki Youxian shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qin, have you ever participated in a festival before?"

"I've seen it, dragon boat rowing or something."

"Then... what about the winter festival?"

"No, it doesn't snow in the city where I live."

"Oh……"

Yi Chui Youxian bit her lip, and was about to say something when Qin Wenyu suddenly turned her head.

"Miss Ibuki, you..."

"What's wrong, Mr. Qin?" Yi Chui Youxian looked at him with bright eyes.

"Have you caught a cold? Your face has been flushing."

Like a deflated ball, Yi Chui Youxian hid his face in the scarf and muttered, "I don't have a cold...Mr. Qin..."

Qin Wenyu nodded, and continued to look out the window in a daze.

It was exactly noon when we arrived in Dazang Township.

Yibuki Youxian went to the bathroom, while Qin Wenyu stood where he was, looking at this village called Dazang Township, where the winter festival was being held.

This place is not as closed and unreasonable as imagined.

Just the place where we got off the bus was already bustling with lights and festoons.

Qin Wenyu didn't just see a group of media workers carrying cameras. The festival atmosphere here is very strong, and the commercial atmosphere is also strong.

As Ibuki Yuzuru mentioned just now, summer festivals are generally the most grand in Japan. For winter festivals, the most famous one is the Sapporo Snow Festival in Hokkaido.

In Shimane Prefecture, the most famous is the winter festival in Dazang Township.

Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine that travelers, media, and merchants are coming in an endless stream.

However, Qin Wenyu also saw some unusual phenomena besides the smiling crowd.

That is the villagers of Dazang Township, and... the police officer.

They were in a hurry, as if something had happened.

After Yibuki Yuxian came out of the bathroom, he ran to ask the staff at the service desk.

"Excuse me, Mr. Beiyuan Cangshu, which hotel are you staying at?"

The Beiyuan Cangshu she was talking about was the name of the curator.

Unexpectedly, when the staff member heard the name, his expression became unnatural.

He looked at Yibuki Yuxian vigilantly: "I'm sorry, I don't know about him..."