My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

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There was a faint sound of opening the door, and the familiar figure stood in front of the door with the dinner plate and looked over.

"Wake up so soon? I thought you would sleep until noon."

"Am I so lazy?"

"It didn't exist before, but hasn't it been lately?"

"It's not because of you..." Niijima really muttered and rolled off the bed, sneaking into the bathroom barefoot to wash.

Fujiwara Starry Sky put the breakfast on the table, turned around and made two cups of instant coffee, put butter on toast and made do with it.

About ten minutes later, Niijima came out of the bathroom and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Fujiwara Starry Sky handed her a piece of toast covered with jam, and said, "I will go out in the evening."

"When will you be back?"

"I'm not sure about that."

"You'd better go early, otherwise someone will open the door for you when I fall asleep."

"Then I will climb the window and come in."

Niijima really chewed on toast and said viciously, "I will call the police if I climb the window in the middle of the night."

Fujiwara Starry sky squinted and looked at the cheap, faded curtains. The curtains were swaying slightly in the wind, and the vast sky behind them was as blue as if they had been brushed by a brush.

In the sense, he seemed to be considering the possibility of climbing in through the window.

Niijima gave him a really white glance, lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, shaking his smooth thighs occasionally, and didn't mind the squinting eyes of brother-in-law at all.

After a while, she looked up and said, "The Meteorological Agency said that there will be heavy rain in the afternoon, so remember to bring an umbrella."

"I know." Fujiwara Hoshizora sat down beside her and turned on the TV. The two stayed idly until the afternoon.

Uh, I can't say doing nothing, at least not touching my legs.

The weather forecast was very inaccurate, and until the evening was approaching, there was no dark cloud in the evening sky.

There is no sign of rain, and no sign of wind and thunder.

After Fujiwara Starry shaved his beard, he poked out his head from the bathroom, "Xiaozhen, are you really going to return the shirt to me?"

Niijima stared at the TV screen and replied absently, "I want you to take it off."

"Goodbye!" Fujiwara Starry sky put on yesterday's sweaty shirt, left the hotel without looking back, walked through the miscellaneous woods there, and once again came to Watanabe's house.

Compared with yesterday, there is not much change, except that there is a pile of black edible salt in the trash can.

The one who opened the door was still the middle-aged, bald, middle-aged man in his forties.

"Why are you again?" He frowned and said unhappily: "You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."

After speaking, he turned around to leave, Fujiwara Starry sky said calmly: "I can help you deal with Lord Hachisha.

Watanabe Yoshio turned his head, did not speak, and his eyes were stunned.

"You...what did you say?"

Fujiwara Starry sky's expression remained unchanged, and he repeated what he said just now.

Watanabe Yoshio blinked and froze for a while, seeming to feel a little absurd: "Where did you hear this kind of thing? How could there be such a thing..."

"I saw it with my own eyes." Hoshizora Fujiwara looked at him, and then pointed to the window sealed by the waste paper and the salt in the trash can. "These two things will not lie. I think we might be able to make one. transaction."

When he said the last two sentences, his tone became obviously serious, and he looked at the bald man almost every word.

"Crazy, you..." Watanabe Yoshio shook his head, "No matter what, how can someone deal with an eight-foot girl?"

"I can." Fujiwara Hoshizora said confidently, "I can guarantee that your family will not be troubled by the eight-foot girl."

Watanabe Yoshio looked at him hesitantly, and for a moment he even felt that the young man in front of him might have a bad brain, so he would say such nonsense.

If urban legends were so easy to deal with, I would not even be so scared of my wife, Watanabe Yoshio!

"Is it possible? You will know if you let me try it." Fujiwara Star said lightly, his calm appearance made it hard to question his words.

Watanabe was silent for a while before asking, "What do you want?"

"Ibaraki's broken arm."

"Impossible! That is a symbol of the glory of my Watanabe family!" Watanabe Yoshio glared at each other, almost shouting.

Fujiwara Hoshizora glanced at him with a pitiful look. "It's the 21st century. Don't hold on to this old-fashioned thinking. Living is more important than anything else."

"Children like you don't understand at all!"

"At least I won't defend the glory of that **** with the lives of my loved ones."

"You..." Watanabe Yoshio opened his mouth and stood motionless there, but from his clenched fist, he could see that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle at this time.

"Have you ever thought about why your house is being targeted by an eight-foot girl?" Fujiwara Xingkong made a knife in a timely manner.

Watanabe Yoshio's face changed suddenly, and he looked at him abruptly.

"I can tell you with certainty that Ibaraki has a method to create urban legends." Fujiwara Hoshizora tilted his head, waiting for Watanabe Yoshio to digest the meaning of this sentence, and then continued: "In recent years, Ibaraki has done A lot of preparations have been made. Among them, Rashomon is an important part of his plan, and the broken arm in your hand is the only thing that can find Rashomon besides himself. Do you think he will let you go?"

These words pierced into Watanabe's heart like a knife.

Fujiwara Hoshizora took a pitying look at him, and continued: "We will make a fair deal once. I will help you solve this problem. You hand me your broken arm and live your peace."

Watanabe Yoshio's whole body softened, his gray kimono was soaked with sweat, and he sat down on the ground as if he had just crawled out of the water.

He tried his best to stay calm, not not afraid, not not worried, he just didn't want to lose face in front of a kid who seemed to be only a teenager. After all, his Watanabe family is a glorious family that lasted from the Heian period to the present.

Although it has long since fallen...

The sky gradually darkened, and I seemed to hear a faint thunder in my ears. Fujiwara Starry sky looked up, not because it was dark, but because of the ominous dark clouds coming from a distant mountain one after another.

Watanabe Yoshio squatted on the ground with empty eyes. After a long while, he looked at the Fujiwara starry sky with a complex expression: "If you can help me..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Fujiwara Starry Sky smiled faintly. The smile was soft and dazzling. He replied softly: "No if, I can definitely help you."

"Let's go." Watanabe Yoshio stood up, led him into the house, and came to the second floor room by the window.

This is a sealed space. The windows in the room are all covered by newspaper stickers. The top of the newspaper is also covered with charms, and a lot of salt is placed in the four corners.

Facing the doorway, an altar was made of wood, on which a small golden Buddha was enshrined.

Futons are placed on tatami mats, and rice **** and snacks are placed messily on a small table next to it.

There was also a urinal on the corner of the door, and a boy squatted beside him, looking at the people who walked in the door at a loss.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, his face was pale because he had not seen the sun for a long time, and his dizzy pupils showed his fear of being trapped in this small room these years.

Fujiwara Star suddenly thought of the tank of goldfish at the hotel counter. Compared with this little boy, those goldfish are much happier.

"This is my son." Watanabe Yoshio touched the little boy's head distressedly, and introduced: "When he was eight years old, I found an eight-foot girl wandering in my house. He hasn't stepped forward until now. A house."

"I got it." Fujiwara Stars sighed, and ordered: "You go out, and then just leave it to me."

His calm tone had a temperament that was convincing enough. As soon as this sentence came out, Watanabe Yoshio closed the door, leaving two teenagers, one young and one young, in the room.

"Boom!"

The thunder from outside the window was louder than before, and the glass window trembled, making a "click" sound. The strange thing is that neither lightning nor rain is visible, but there is a certain uncertain balance in the air.

"Are you here to save me?" the little boy asked.

Fujiwara Hoshizora did not answer his question.

"She knows I am here." The little boy said again.

"Of course I know." Fujiwara Hoshizora returned to him this time, then walked to the window and opened a gap in the closed window.

"Dad said he can't open the window."

"Don't worry, it's okay with me."

The little boy opened his mouth, as if he was going to make some comments, but he closed his mouth again as soon as his thoughts turned. The opinion quietly sank into his dark pupils before he said it.

The two sat on tatami mats, quietly waiting for the night to come.

As the night darkened, the sound of thunder became stronger and stronger.

With a "bang", bullet-like raindrops swept over, knocking on the glass window continuously, making a noisy noise, making people feel that the whole world is rushing all the way toward the end.

The little boy tightly wrapped himself in a quilt, hiding in it and shivering constantly. For the past six or seven years, he spent every night like this, and he didn't feel any better just because there was one more person tonight.

In this state, I don’t know how long it took. He just thought of getting up to pee when he heard the sound of beating the glass from the window.

It's not like the sound of small gravel collisions, but like the sound of tapping with your hands.

There is no way to tell whether it is the sound caused by wind and rain, or someone really knocking outside the window.

At this moment, the little boy had goose bumps all over his body. He immediately rushed to sit in front of the Buddha statue, clasped the charms, and began to pray desperately.

The sound of "bobobobo~~" went from far to near, and the window glass also made a booming sound.

Fujiwara Star's gaze swept across the four piles of salt in the corner, and as expected, all of them turned black.

The little boy closed his eyes tightly, his whole body was shaking, his already weak body obviously couldn't bear this kind of fear, and he was on the verge of crumbling.

"Sleep for a while." Fujiwara Hoshizora stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and as the venom sprayed out of his palm, the poor little boy broke free from fear and fell asleep for a while.

Fujiwara Starry sky checked the time. At eight o'clock in the evening, he expected that Master Hachisha should be almost there, so he sat down facing the glass window and waited quietly.

The sound of thunder crossed the sky again, as if to say that the whole world was split into two halves. The vibrating air current shook the glass window violently, as if it was really going to smash the glass.

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell rapidly from a height, crackling and cracking on the glass.

It didn't take long for the entire window to "slam" and the glass cracked, and the old newspapers stuck to it, under the washing of rain, melted little by little.

coming!

Fujiwara Starry sky suddenly raised his head, and a misty white figure floated in from the window and gradually formed in the room.

With the dim light, the tall and plump body showed up in his sight.

Under the white hat, there was a shawl, black hair and a round cheek. She was wearing a white foreign dress with an unusually plump upper circumference. She did not seem to be wearing any underwear. The shadow of the ravine was very conspicuous and full of temptation. Anyone who touched her body would have their eyes captured and could not escape.

Below are the round and plump thighs, which are full of sensuality by the white stockings. On the feet are a pair of white high heels with straps, which symbolizes the purity of white, but exudes intriguing charm.

She looked at the Fujiwara starry sky, making a "bobobo" sound in her mouth, approaching little by little.

The gestures, the smiles and the frowns make people burst into blood.

It feels like the natural charming bones described in some YY novels... Fujiwara Starry sky murmured in his heart, thinking of some settings about Lord Hachisha.

In some versions, Lord Bachichi represents the **** of love. She will specifically look for unmanned young boys and teach them how to grow up.

It is because of the setting of this attribute that the image of Lord Bachichi is like this, clearly a pure white sound, but the most primitive **** is revealed between his eyebrows and eyes.

Lord 118, the **** of love intertwined with purity and desire, she slowly came to Fujiwara Starry sky, without any extra action, directly squatting in front of him.

The tall girl with a height of two meters and four squatted in front of her, feeling as if she was facing a tiger. Fujiwara starry sky contrasted. Her two long legs may be taller than herself, and her head is even more likely. Only half of her breast is as big.

This big car, great...

It's hard to change that every little boy she liked would die. This body was pressed down, suffocating to death in minutes.

"Master Hachisha..." Stars Fujiwara's blood was agitated, and he reached out and put his hand on the shoulder of Master Hachisha, panting, "I am still young, please don't let me go."

Slowly, Bachi-sama leaned his upper body slightly, pressing his chest with his hands, moving back and forth.

Fujiwara Starry sky's expression brightened, Hachisha-sama and him looked at each other, revealing a kindly flattering smile.

It's really weird, the two completely unmatched attributes of flattery and kindness can actually make people feel together...

I'm afraid that in this world, only Ba Chi Da people have this kind of ability.

Fujiwara Starry Sky lay on his back on the tatami, enjoying her massage while listening to the sound of wind and rain.

The windows made of aluminum alloy are bare, although not eaten by the wind. But such violent shaking and collision continued to hit, I was afraid that it would be difficult to persist. With the shaking of the body, I suddenly felt that everything was dull.

It's just for nothing, not a bit challenging...

It's too easy to get, but I don't like it. Men really are a bit cheap...

Fortunately, Lord Bachichi, as the **** of love, has experienced a lot of battles, and she is extremely skilled. Half-squinting the Fujiwara starry sky that fell into the sage's time, he suddenly felt the bottom shell under his feet melt, and his body continued to fall deep into the heart of the earth, trapped in the soft and hot mantle, tightly wrapped in it, unable to move.

As the saying goes, there are ventriloquist people in Kyoto who will spend the night in Fujiwara. At the northwest corner of the enclosed room, she will use a three-inch tongue. The eight-foot girl kneels and squats in front of her body. , Replied: "Without him, only hands are familiar."

Once again, the Fujiwara starry sky that entered the sage time, lay on the tatami with his arms around him, and entered the intermission time.

His body is like a large human-shaped pillow. It is extremely soft. It may be difficult for anyone to get out of it.

Fujiwara Starry sky is in front of her, like a child. And Hachisha-sama hugged him like a breastfeeding baby.

Although there was a strong wind and heavy rain outside, the atmosphere inside the house was peaceful and warm.

but!

"Boom".

There was a wave of ripples in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Zhenzi with black hair appeared out of thin air.

then......

Sadako-sama looked at the pair of people hugging each other, and fell directly into a state of bewilderment. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

The last time I came out and met Kayako, this time I came out and met an eight-foot girl?

What the **** is this man doing, otherwise, how could he always encounter urban legends!

and......

What are they two doing?

Miss Sadako, who was killed without personnel, thought of some indecent scenes inexplicably, and suddenly became at a loss.

Say hello, what should I say? It's embarrassing to stand here without opening your mouth, do you run away? No, if I just run away, do I still need my Sadako's persona?

So angry!

Zhenzi chopped and chopped her feet, staring at the whole man who had caused her to ruin her personal setting repeatedly and complainingly.

As for Fujiwara Starry Sky, he was shocked, and suddenly remembered that the last time he played the videotape it seemed to be the 22nd, and today it was the 29th. This counted down, and it happened to be the seventh day.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

He thought for a moment, and decided to break the embarrassment.

Ever since, Miss Sadako saw a bright smile on Fujiwara Star's face, and sincerely invited herself.

"Excuse me, are you interested in a multiplayer sport?"

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