My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

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Emperor Huangji's four years, the first month.

It began to snow in the morning, and by the end of the evening, the snow on the ground was almost a foot thick.

The people sent by Suwolulu sent a carriage of gifts, including brocade, lingluo and other textiles, as well as various rare fragrant woods, and complete sets of clothes dyed grape-colored and red.

After watching a box of gifts being carried in, the messenger respectfully said to the middle minister, "These are the finest treasures shipped from the Tang Dynasty. Minister Suwo said that you are like a gentleman like you, Lord Zhongchen. I will love it."

As he said, he took out a very stylish mink coat from the box, "The Minister of Sui will host a banquet at the mansion tonight, saying that there is an important gift to be handed to you, and you may wish to wear it. This coat is going to a banquet."

That night, the residence of Su Wo Lulu was brightly lit.

In order not to show publicity, the number of people attending the banquet was not too large, but each of them was a high-ranking official and a powerful family with powerful hands. The banquet tonight looks like a power exchange meeting of the same camp.

When the minister arrived, when it was almost dark, the guests arrived and took their seats. Both the host and the guest were drunk very quickly.

The atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic. Su Wo Lulu, who was sitting in the main seat, blushed and said slurredly: "It's boring to drink, let's sing."

After speaking, a maid took out a flute, and then someone played the guqin.

Several dancers in light tulle skirts danced around the guests like bright butterflies, twisting their slender waists and plump hips to their heart's content.

Two or three officials in official uniforms can’t wait to join them in their dance. It was originally a cold New Year’s month, but the indoor atmosphere burning charcoal fire was unusually hot. People unbuttoned the collars of their shirts, and some took off their coats and only wore the inside. Lining up, cheer up to your heart's content.

A female officer was arranged next to each guest to serve personally. It is not known whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement. The female officer next to Zhongchen Kazusa was the Mihoko who served Suga Fukuji.

Zhongchen Jianzuo was very afraid to face this beautiful and refined female officer. On the one hand, she always asked some strange questions that she could not answer. On the other hand, every time she saw her, there was always something in her heart to break the ground. Feeling out.

I can't apologize to Fuki...

With this thought in mind, Zhongchen moved his buttocks with his feet, and opened a safe distance between the two of them.

This tiny movement made Xin Chuan Yu Ai angrily enough, she stretched out her hand angrily, pinched a handful of tender meat on his thigh, and twisted it fiercely.

"Ouch!"

The terrible cry sounded, and the dancing singer staggered in fright, and fell on the person in front of him, and then, like a domino, crashed down a large group of people.

"Brother Zhongchen...what...what's the matter?" Su Wo Lulu, who was blushing and slurred, looked up.

Shinkawa Yuai-myeon held the hip flask unchanged, and poured a glass of wine for Zhongchen Kanzuo.

"No...bite...biting your tongue." Zhongchen replied grinning while rubbing his thighs.

"That's okay, come and drink."

"Good..."

Zhongchen responded casually with sickle feet, and quietly glanced at the female officer next to her, with a very wounded look that looked like a puppy that was thrown out of the house.

Shinkawa Yui looked at him like this, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, only to feel angry and funny. She took a glass of wine and handed it over, squinting her eyes and said, "Fujiwara-san, please."

In the past few months, she has been talking about things in reality all the time, hoping to awaken Fujiwara Star's consciousness. But very helpless, this scumbag who had been with that guhuou bird greasy all day is simply reluctant to think about it, and has no intention of waking up at all.

"Thanks...Thank you..." Zhongchen got a headache, and took the glass of wine with trepidation. After drinking it, he personally poured a glass, held it in both hands, and said to her in kindness: "Mihoko, You have a drink too."

It was cold outside, but the wine glass was warm.

Ai Nikawa pouted annoyed.

She took the wine glass and drank it. The wine was very strong, and it was a little hot in the throat, and she couldn't help but began to cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

She squeezed the wine glass and kept patting her chest with the other hand.

Zhongchen was also stunned, and he quickly reached out and patted her back, "It's okay? You drink slowly. If you can't drink, then don't drink it."

"Ahem...cough...no...nothing."

Xinchuan Yu Ai clutched her chest and coughed for a while, her flushed cheeks were as beautiful as the autumn sunset.

"Fujiwara, I ask you." Her expression was a little erratic due to the drunkenness, "If I told you that all this is not true, it is a dream, what will you do?"

Zhongchen looked at her sideways, and said hoarsely: "For more than half a year, you have been telling me that I am not me, I am another person. To be honest, in the first month of the year three years ago, when I first woke up, I had this too. Kind of feeling."

"At that time, I also felt that I was not me. My memory was just imposed on me by unknown forces."

Xinchuan Yu Ai looked at her for a while, she was just asking casually, but she didn't expect him to say such things.

She was surprised and delighted for a while, and she leaned forward subconsciously, grabbed his collar with both hands and asked: "Yes, you are not a lieutenant, you are Fujiwara Stars, you hurry up and wake me up. Come here."

"It's not important." Nakacho shook his head, then smiled again, and said noncommitantly: "At first I cared about this, but then I found out that it is not important at all. It doesn't matter who I am. It doesn't matter if I am in a real world or not, as long as there is no pain here, as long as there is a peace of mind here, isn't that enough."

He was lying on the floor faintly, surrounded by a group of people who were reveling in demeanor. Through the faint pine oil lamp, he saw the shadow of Su Wo Fu Ji.

"You are escaping." Under the dim light, the female officer's complex pupils looked very faint, "In my impression, you are not such a cowardly person, why did you become like this?"

"Enough, don't talk about it anymore." Nakatani closed his tired eyes and said bitterly: "Since the beginning, there have been strange sounds and strange pictures appearing in my mind. I have been in it for a long time. Nei is deeply plunged into self-doubt and panic."

Xinchuan Yu Ai looked at him with a complicated expression, and the leaping candlelight cast a few gleams of luster on her side, which was hard to hide the poignant beauty.

"I don't want to go back to those days. It doesn't matter who I am, whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter."

Zhongchen lay down on his back with sickle feet, and tears slipped silently across his cheeks.

"I just want to be with Fukuji..." He squeezed his fist, crushed the teardrops from the corner of his eye, and looked up at her: "Mihoko, would you please let me go?"

Shinkawa Yui'ai opened her mouth, her abdomen filled with soreness, she couldn't say a word.

People will always insist on accomplishing certain things for some obsessions in their hearts, worrying about gains and losses along the way, and in the end, drawing water from a bamboo basket, looking around at a loss.

Since you don't want to wake up, are my efforts still meaningful? She thought of these words, and finally felt a little sense of loss in her heart.

It was late at night, and the banquet was still going on, and everyone was arguing even more.

Su Wo was drunk in the deer, and couldn't straighten his upper body no matter how hard he tried. He simply lay down on the chair and said to everyone: "Hahahaha, why are you all drinking and getting down? Get up quickly. Then drink."

"Ah, do you still drink?"

"Oh, my lord Su can't even walk smoothly..."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Su Worulu just stood up and fell again. With the support of the singer, he staggered to the front of the Zhongchen Siji, pulled him up with both hands, and came to the middle of the banquet.

"Everyone in the court said that I was arrogant and domineering, and that was just fart." Su Wo burped into the deer, and then said cursingly: "I am just to share the worries of the emperor and get rid of those wicked villains, brother Zhongchen, Are you right?"

"Of course..." Zhongchen dealt with it without a smile.

"So, Brother Zhongchen is the person who knows me best, and the person I respect most on weekdays." Su Wo Rulu said as he said, thumping and sitting on the ground.

"Master Su, you should take a break."

"It's okay, help me up, I can still drink."

"It's late at night, I have to go back."

"Wait, I still have gifts for you." Su Wo Lulu waved his sleeves, looking a little crazy.

"No need." Zhongchen felt a little dizzy. "Your hospitality is enough tonight, and you also gave a good gift during the day. I don't know how to repay you if this continues."

"From now on, you and I will work together to share the worries for the emperor. Isn't this the best reward for me?"

Su Worulu smiled weirdly, staggered toward the screen surrounding the living room, reached into the gap between the curtains, and grabbed something.

"Brother Zhongchen, this is the gift I want to give you. This is the best treasure in the world. Except for me, you will never find the same gift anywhere else." The drunk Su Irulu even spoke. Unclear, but his eyes were full of a strange brilliance like crazy.

The guests in the audience didn't say a word, they all looked at the screen curiously, wanting to see exactly what the ‘gift’ he was talking about was.

As Su Wo entered the deer's hand hard, a section of overlapping cuffs of purple and light red plum appeared behind the screen. The dazzling color swayed like a blooming peony.

It turns out that the "gift" is a person.

The guests suddenly realized.

The person who looked like a flower leaned out only half of his body, and covered the beauty of the country with a fan, as if he refused.

The fancy clothes compete with the stamens, and they can't decorate the wet eyes.

Zhongchen sickened his foot to sign, and the depths of his chest seemed to be tightly grasped, becoming very uncomfortable.

She has an overwhelming appearance, but in the end, even love is manipulated by others, and only tears are the things that accompany her life. When the red dust dissipated and the remaining white snow was gone, could the world be touched by her?

No, even if it is recorded in history books, it is just a wild history that no one has authenticated.

Everyone could not see her face, even the fingers holding the fan were hidden in the sleeves, only the long silver-white hair that slipped from the shoulders could be seen.

"Isn't this the daughter of Minister Su Wo?"

"Quickly, remove the fan and let us see..."

Someone clapped their hands, some slapped the table, and some whistled.

The fate was lit up in the middle of the night, and Tian Zi Guo Lu was waiting for anyone to claim it.

"Enough!" The minister roared with sickle feet and clenched his fists. "Everyone, there is nothing for everyone, please go back by yourself."

This sudden roar made the guests present were startled, all staring at him dissatisfied with an expression of ‘you kid is too arrogant’.

"This is my personal business, please go back."

The middle minister squeezed his feet and urged coldly again, and there were scolding voices in the crowd, and the sound of leaving the seat gradually sounded.

But there were not many people who left. Even if they reluctantly agreed to stand up, most of them just turned their heads in three steps, or hid behind pillars or gates, and were reconciled only after watching the excitement.

Su Wo Rulu smiled and looked at what was happening in front of him, without saying anything to explain.

Zhongchen Kanzuo took a deep breath, and when he came to the screen, he held her hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers together and kneaded them tightly.

"Let's go home." He put Su Wu Ji's hand on his shoulder and walked out.

The guests looked at this side curiously. Soon, they saw a man walking out with a sickle foot, the brightly-colored costume making exaggerated noises.

The woman who was treated as a gift put her hands on the shoulders of Zhongchen's sick feet, her face was deeply buried on his back, and she was very tired like a dead flower.

She was entangled with the colorful and gorgeous dress and long white hair, connected with the body of Zhongchen's feet, making a "rusty" sound as she walked.

The two helped to walk to the door, and the onlookers stepped aside.

The guard held a torch, and the snow on the ground was glowing red.

In the swaying flames, Nakachen supported Suga Fukuji with sickle feet and got into the carriage. The moment the curtain was lowered, Mihoko passed by.

The blizzard was violent.

They didn't look at each other, like strangers who just pass each other every day.

After the carriage had driven for a certain distance, Zhongchen suddenly opened the curtain and glanced back, slightly in a daze.

He looked at the female officer walking in the opposite direction, the wind and snow blowing her long hair, the lonely back image was a picture about to be burned.

Slowly, the back figure in the wind and snow turned an alley and disappeared from the field of vision.

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What echoes on the bluestone slab is the sound of only one person's footsteps. Thousands of years later, the love of the world is deep, who else is waiting?

Zhongchen stared at the falling snow flabbergastedly, thinking about which snowflake would eventually fall on her lonely shoulder, and accompanied her through this long life for himself.

For a long time, he smiled sadly, got back into the carriage, and hugged Su Wo Fu Ji into his arms.

The interior of the carriage was dim, and the beautiful body like a flower was motionless. Zhongchen Jianzuo smelled her slightly sweet fragrance, which was full of breathlessness.

"If you are reluctant, I will let you catch up."

Su Wo Fu Ji's voice was shallow, with a sense of sourness.

"I just want to be with you." Zhongchen's feet were red, and his eyes were red, and he whispered softly: "Even if everything is fake, I only want to be with you."

"What a beautiful love story, I really don't get tired of hearing it."

Su Wo Fu Ji sighed leisurely, her voice dissolving into the quiet night.

The fluttering snowflakes fell on the streets, on the roofs, and on the boundless wilderness.

The empty world contains an unbreakable silence, and Xueyue Fenghua sent each other affectionately through the years.

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