My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

"My Japanese Story is a bit sweet (!

As if he had noticed the sound of footsteps, the boy slowly turned around. The wide clothes were placed in the wind, and the eyes were warm as the breeze in March.

"Woke up?"

"Just woke up..." Shinjima didn't know how to respond to that gentle gaze for a while, so he could only lower his head habitually and wait for him to come and rub his head.

"Go and change clothes."

"Eh?"

Niijima raised her head in surprise, and found Fujiwara Hoshizora standing in front of her with a pink-white yukata.

"There is a festival here in the evening. I will accompany you to have a good day. I will leave for Kyoto tomorrow."

The appearance of women's yukata is very similar to that of kimono, but yukata is not as complicated as kimono, and is generally suitable for relaxing occasions such as summer festivals and fireworks displays. The kimono is relatively solemn and is suitable for important occasions such as weddings, adult styles, and the first month.

Shinjima changed into a yukata and stepped out on clogs. It was white and pink, like cherry blossoms in spring, and he looked full of girlish feelings.

Fujiwara Xingkong found that pink and white is really suitable for her. If it is an old woman, it should be better to wear blue... He thought about these things and reached out to her.

"Let's go."

Ever since, the two hands were temporarily held together.

The warm summer wind passed over her cheeks, mixed with the cool mint smell, and the dazzling sunlight came in, and she was dazzled in the light and shadow that she couldn't open her eyes.

What's it like to walk side by side on the street with a boy who walked out of a painting?

Anyway, I just want the whole person to hang on him.

The bluestone road is winding and winding, and the residential buildings on both sides are ancient buildings that cannot be named. There are many lanterns hanging above them, and there are even tram tracks on the ground.

It's just that I didn't see the stop sign or anyone along the way.

Fujiwara Xingkong patiently explained: "This is the hidden world. When the magic time passes, it will be very lively."

That said, it's the world of the two of us... Niijima really turned his head slightly and peeked carefully.

He has a tall nose, ceramic-like delicate skin, and a pair of deep but clear eyes, which seem to be crumpled with thousands of styles in it.

My heart was so sweet as if I had poured two jars of honey, my face was strained, and it was hard to resist the urge to laugh.

Niijima suddenly realized how difficult it is to maintain a girl's reservation in this state.

Fujiwara Starry sky rubbed her head vigorously: "Don't move your mind, brother-in-law won't be used to you at everything."

"You are full of bad thoughts."

Perhaps it was because the weather was too hot. After she finished speaking, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

The lifeless town is not a suitable place to play. The two walked along the bluestone to the outskirts. Gradually, the bluestone road became a dirt road.

Both sides are full of wild flowers, and the light green breath lingers on the tip of the nose. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the sound is cheerful and light, and people can't help but want to dance a waltz.

The long corridor, the crystal clear river, the lush trees...

Niijima really couldn't remember what she was doing last second, but was dragged by him on the embankment in a dazed manner. The green grass that didn't pass the ankle swayed like a wave, dressed in white on the side, the sky was so clear and almost transparent, it seemed that you could touch the temperature of the wind by reaching out.

At noon, the two rested in the shade of the riverbank. The tree shadow Sapo, the cicada dormant among the branches and heads, screaming noisily regardless of day and night.

"Let's eat something, otherwise you won't be able to eat it until night..." Fujiwara Xingkong took out a rice ball thinly tied with wicker and green leaves, untied it, and handed it to Nishimama.

"feed me."

"You don't have to make an inch!"

"I don't care, anyway, you have to listen to me what you do today."

"Well, open your mouth."

"Ah, uh~~"

(￣～￣) Chew!

"good to eat!"

Fujiwara Star jokingly said: "Eating other people's food in a strange town will make you a pig."

Niijima raised his chin and asked, "Do you have anything you want to say to me before I become a pig?"

This expression is quite cute... Fujiwara Hoshizora thought for a while, and replied, "Don't eat too fat, you will be killed."

"Oh, why are you talking so annoying."

"Don't I always talk like that?"

"It seems to be right. From the first time I met you, you were annoying."

After lunch, I didn't want to go anywhere, so I just lay empty on the river embankment where Ditang flowers, rhododendrons and rainy bamboos were in full bloom.

"Nah~~Fujiwara."

"Ok?"

"I feel like you have changed a little bit. I found out this morning. It feels like you are a little more divine?"

The girl's soft palms were slightly hot, and the Fujiwara starry sky suddenly thought of the half-cooked snow and beef.

People who can have this kind of thought shouldn't be talking about divinity.

He stood up and walked to the water to look at his shadow.

Speaking of which, it hasn't changed much from when I just crossed three years ago-I just grew taller and my hair grew a bit longer. It's still that face, it's still that person...it really hasn't changed. He squatted down and looked at himself carefully, but he didn't find anything scary.

"The godness of shit." Hoshizora Fujiwara cursed and returned to Shinjima, and the two looked at the sky in a daze.

The summer sky was blue, with only a few strands of pale white faintly smeared by the sighing clouds, just like a few strokes of color painted by a painter when he tried paint.

Niijima's fingertips pinched off the grass spikes of a set of green foxtail and scattered them in the wind. After all Cao Sui was pinched, she wrapped the bare stem around her finger like a string.

"Nah~~Fujiwara."

"what happened again?"

"Look over there."

Looking along her fingers wrapped around the dog's tail grass, the bank on the opposite side of the river was full of astilbes. As soon as the wind blew, the pink tidbits fell to the river and drifted with the waves.

"We are going to return to real life after all, and real life cannot be too fairy tale, right?"

She whispered, then took a deep breath as if calmly, and when she softened, she rolled into the arms of Fujiwara Starry Sky.

"Between us, it's like falling flowers and flowing water over there. We meet upstream and walk a distance together. Then, the flowing water evaporates and turns into white clouds, while the petals fall to the downstream to rot and take root."

"The ending is undoubtedly sad, but if this trip is considered happy, I will have no regrets in this life, how about you?"

She probably meant that the falling flowers deliberately flowed and the water was ruthless...Fujiwara Star's expression was a bit vague, and she probably knew something, but she didn't seem to have a good way to deal with it.

"Okay, you don't need to say." Niijima turned to him and looked down with his back to the sun.

"I know this is wrong, so I won't ask for anything."

"Like you said, this is a fairy tale. After we get out from here, we will return to what we were before."

Fujiwara Hoshizora hugged her stiffly, heard her soft voice, and felt the curve of her body with both hands.

"I am also a flesh and blood, a living seventeen-year-old girl." Shinjima rubbed his cheeks on Fujiwara Star's neck, sucking his unique breath, and begged, "Is it all right this time? it's here."

"For a long time, I seem to only know how to think about myself. So even if I apologize to you now, it is nothing more than an act against my heart for self-satisfaction.

"But you are different. You are the kind of person who can accept my willfulness in full, and then smile to me and say thank you. Because of this, I really like you."

As soon as she said the words, she conquered her, and then desperately shook her head: "Forget what I just said, can you? Please..."

Vaguely, she can already hear her choking sound of "Woo".

Fujiwara Hoshizora stretched out his hand and touched her head, feeling very complicated, and sighed: "Since it is in a fairy tale, before waking up, why not think of something happy?"

These words seemed to give Niijima enough courage, her breathing became quick, and her throat began to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, she slowly lowered her head, avoiding Fujiwara's lips, and dropped a kiss on his forehead, and then slid down her cheek to the earlobe and neck~www.wuxiahere.com~ Gradually, Niijima's entire portrait It seemed to melt away, lying on his body and didn't want to get up.

Fujiwara Hoshizora squinted, feeling her soft body.

The breath of wind, the tones of light, the small flowers dotted in the grass, the poetic feelings of a girl...

The sun slowly set to the west, and the evening was approaching, and the western sky was stained with a thin layer of crimson light.

The shadows of trees stretched out over the two people who were hugging each other. On the dock of the river, a large boat with lights on docked, and monsters of various shapes came out of the cabin and poured into the small town where the lights were gradually lit up.

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