My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

Increasingly westward, elongated the shadow of the trees.

The classroom was filled with warm light, and Aizawa Saori turned his head and looked at the Fujiwara Starry sky by the window, his face was dyed yellow at this time, which did not affect his handsomeness.

When the bell rang after class, she just wanted to walk over, but Fujiwara Star got up first, Ishigami and Saito also surrounded them, and the three men walked out of the classroom together.

Aizawa Saori stopped and smiled a little relieved.

"Ishigami, how is your game?"

"It's online, but it only sold 1,000 copies."

"Awesome! As a classmate, should you give me a copy?"

"Saito, didn't you say this pixel style game is too naive, isn't it your food?"

"It's free, don't do it for nothing."

"The skin is really thick."

"Fujiwara, you are so embarrassed to say that last time you said you wanted to teach me a few hands, but I couldn't get in touch with you all summer vacation!"

"Yes? Saito, you got it wrong."

"I want to break with you!"

"By the way, how's Selty? We haven't seen her for a long time."

"It's okay. Are you arguing with me now?"

"Uncomfortable? Does she know that you and Xia Xilin are boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"More than Xia Xilin..."

"What? Fujiwara, do you have more than two boats?"

"It's too much, how can there be a man like you in this world!"

Fujiwara Stars stopped in front of the tea art club: "I'm here, so don't follow in."

"Okay, I'll go to Guaidanshe to play."

"I went to the video game club too."

Watching the two hurt friends leave, Fujiwara Xingkong turned and pushed open the door of the tea house.

The setting sun outside the window was as bright as a typhoon, and the whole classroom was filled with soft blush. The girl sat quietly by the window and read a book. The setting sun fell on her, as if time had stopped passing, giving people a great feeling. A sense of tranquility.

"When I think that Rin-chan will graduate next year, I will never see such a picture again, and I feel so heartbroken."

The corners of Xia Xilin's mouth curled up slightly, and she said in an unwavering voice: "It hasn't been a month, I don't want to talk to you now."

"Then just listen to me." Fujiwara Hoshizora walked over with a smile and glanced at the book in her hand, which is Zamiakin's "We".

"Oh, our Miss Xia Xilin, has changed from the confused and ignorant young Holden in New York City to the wild Miss I-330 in the fortified city?"

Xia Xilin looked at the Fujiwara starry sky, her expression seemed to have guessed something, her eyes seemed to say: "Look, I knew you would say that."

"Why look at me like this?"

"It's nothing." Xia Xilin smiled lightly and turned his attention back to the book.

Fujiwara Hoshizora moved a stool and sat down opposite her, and she raised her feet naturally. He buckled off his white flat shoes skillfully and put his feet wrapped in black stockings on his belly.

"Are you really planning not to talk to me for a month?"

"Look at your performance." Xia Xilin nodded, and then her calf shrank subconsciously.

"Scratch until you say it!" Fujiwara Hoshizora pressed her feet, scratching the bottom of her feet through the socks.

Childish... Xia Xilin looked down at the book, ignoring his child-like behavior, gently pinching the footer with her white fingertips.

The itch is a bit itch, but it's not something intolerable. If you want to play, let him play.

Fujiwara Stars stroking the legs that belonged to him, his eyes rolled, and he asked suspiciously, "Where is Sachiko? Why didn't I see anyone today?"

"I don't know." Xia Xilin raised her head slightly, "I haven't seen anyone since last night."

"Oh, the maid has grown up, so I don't want to stay." Fujiwara Stars said regretfully.

"Do you want me to give her to you?"

"Hmm...there is such a good thing?"

Xia Xilin had a flat expression on her face and nodded and said, "After that, you will spend time with Sachiko, and you won't use it to find me."

"Uh... no, what are you talking about... isn't yours mine? What else to give away is really..."

"Shut up, it made me read." Xia Xilin didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued reading.

Outside the window, the sun was setting, and the first day of school was about to pass.

Fujiwara Star looked at the time, and the club activity time was almost over, so he stood up and said goodbye: "I have something to do, let's go now."

Xia Xilin glanced at him: "What's the matter?"

"I have an appointment with Teacher Xinchuan, and I want to ask her something."

"Go ahead."

When he walked out of the school gate, Xinchuan Kyuai was already waiting for him.

"Lead the way." Fujiwara Star said with a smile.

Shinkawa Yu Ai nodded, and the two walked side by side to Shibuya Station.

The zelkova trees planted on both sides of the road are about to enter the deciduous period, and the breeze blowing in the evening also adds a hint of coolness.

After a while, the leaves that have started to turn yellow will turn golden, and then fall one by one, leaving the bare branches to welcome Bai Xue's visit. But as long as they survive this winter and the spring breeze blows next year, they will grow new shoots and rejuvenate.

The crowds on the platform at dusk were raging, filled with all kinds of strange smells.

Stepping into the crowded carriage of the Saikyo Line, Fujiwara Hoshizora stretched out his hand to embrace Shinkawa Yuai's waist and hugged her in his arms.

The tram drove in the direction of Ikebukuro Station.

"...Fujiwara, let go... someone is watching..."

"Don't let go." Fujiwara Hoshizora smelled her fragrance, "I start to like trams during peak hours now."

Shinkawa Yu Ai buried her face against his chest, and tightly grasped his open collar with both hands.

A boy in a high school uniform puts a woman in a professional suit in his arms. She doesn't need to look to know that the people in front and back are casting strange glances at her.

The tram was driving fast, her heart beating more and more intensely. She could only bury her face deeper, for fear that someone would recognize her.

The rails passed by the eaves, and the clothes of a household on the clothes rail were blown to the ground. A big orange cat was using his clothes as a mat to enjoy the sun. On the other side of the yard, there were children blowing bubbles and playing.

"Fujiwara..." In order to relieve tension, Shinkawa Yuai whispered: "Tell me about your past, I want to know."

"My past?" Fujiwara Hoshizora put his arms around her waist, looking at the city view through the car window. "I used to feel that I was not a person in this world. All I saw were strange scenes. I was helpless and had nothing to do with me. To use Osamu Dazai's words: I must do my best to be self-sufficient. Not mad."

Shinkawa Yuai put her hands around Fujiwara Star's neck, and said gently: "Who asked you to say this, can't you say something happy?"

"There is nothing to be happy about. I can't make up stories to lie to you."

"Forget it, those are all over, let's say something else." Xinchuan Yu Ai greedily took a faint smell of sweat on his body, "What do you like?"

"Teachers who like to stand on the podium."

"All teachers?"

"No, it's just Mr. Xinchuan."

"You shouldn't give you a chance to tease me." Xinchuan Yuai's face buried in his chest opened up a delicate smile, "Then what you hate, tell me so that I can pay attention later."

"Hate mushrooms, hate spinach, and ask for Coca-Cola."

"anything else?"

"Hate the rainy season in June, hate the crows in Tokyo, hate the bald principal who always peeks at the teacher. Well, I will let Mrs. Xiaxi fire him when I look back."

Xinchuan Yu Ai raised her face: "Awesome!"

Fujiwara Hoshizora reached out and jumped her chin, and kissed it.

The glass windows around the two of them gradually dyed a romantic pink in the sunset, and the tram drove at high speed, sending the lovers who were shaking with the car to Ikebukuro.

After exiting Ikebukuro Station, under the guidance of Shinkawa Yuai, the two passed through the bustling commercial area at the west exit of Ikebukuro and walked to a not-so-lively street.

The shops on both sides of the street looked deserted and old, and some even the words on the signs had faded and were indistinguishable.

"This is a very old neighborhood." Xinchuan Yu Ai introduced as she walked, her sweet voice echoed in the gentle evening breeze along with the sound of high heels hitting the oily road.

"Most people can't stand the poor air and high rents, so they moved to the suburbs. What remained were those who lived in cheap apartments and community houses and planned to die here for the rest of their lives."

After walking on this street for a long time, turning to the right, there is a fenced yard in front of me. Through the yard planted with cherry trees, I can see an old western-style house.

"The teacher has lived here for decades, and has been too lazy to move. It's a little messy, don't laugh at me." Xinchuan Yuai opened the iron door with a smile, and walked in with the Fujiwara Starry sky.

Go through the courtyard that seems to have not been taken care of for a long time, open the door and enter the house.

The light in the room was so dark that Fujiwara Starry sky stepped on the old book that was trapped on the ground by the rope and almost fell.

"Teacher likes to read when he is okay. So there is no shortage of everything in the room, but there is no shortage of books." Xinchuan Yu Ai smiled at the Fujiwara Starry sky, and then pointed to the hallway: "It's rare for a man to step on I can’t let go of this free labor force when I enter this house. Fujiwara-san, the yard will ask you."

Fujiwara Starry sky smiled blankly, picked up the broom, bamboo handle, fence and scissors from the entrance, went to the yard to pull out the weeds, and properly trim the lush cherry trees.

While cleaning the garbage on the floor, Xinchuan Yuai brought out a pot of tea: "If you are thirsty, drink some tea. I'll go to prepare dinner first."

The courtyard is not very big, just a little tidying, the courtyard becomes quite beautiful.

Fujiwara Hoshizora went to the sink in the yard to wash his hands, and by the way, he called Shino Mimon Shino and asked about the specific ways that Shinkawa Yuai could survive after being with him.

"This world is very fair. If you want a dead person to survive, then there must be a living person to die."

"When you die, she resurrects by relying on the origin in your body."

"And because you have the inheritance of the mountain god, you will directly become a demon after you die, becoming the new Nagano mountain god."

The setting sun has not yet sunk, the wind is very soft, and the sun turns into a hazy strange color in the courtyard.

Hung up, Fujiwara Star smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, things are not that simple, and the price to be paid is also great.

Entering the house, to the door of the kitchen, Fujiwara Star stared at the back of Shinkawa Yuai cooking.

Her movements are very flexible, and she can actually make three or four dishes at the same time.

I just tasted the soup, and when I turned back, I cut something up on the cutting board; I just took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and put them on the plate, but then started to clean the pan that I had just used.

From behind, these actions are reminiscent of musicians playing drums. Each movement is quite beautiful, flexible and full of beauty. Looking at the starry sky of Fujiwara, he felt that he had found the most beautiful treasure in the world.

"Is there anything I can help?" he said.

"No, I'm used to doing it myself."

After all, Xinchuan Yuai turned her head and smiled at him slightly.

At this time, she changed into a home outfit, with a goose yellow T-shirt on her upper body. Wearing five-point slacks for the lower body, the legs are exposed from below the knees.

Looking at it from behind, you can see that her waist is surprisingly thin. Maybe it's because the lower part of her body is a spider in another form, which makes her waist really thin and full of strange beauty. The last gleam of the setting sun shone in from the window above the kitchen, adding a hazy attraction to the contours of her body.

Fujiwara Starry sky did not hold back, and hugged her soft body from behind.

"Mihoko..." he whispered her real name.

Realizing his strangeness, Xinchuan Yuai turned around and put her arms around her neck: "Why do you call me like this all of a sudden?"

In the world where the two are alone, she doesn't have to avoid the troubles caused by identity, and can enjoy the happiness brought by love to the fullest.

"I really like my Mihoko." Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled and rubbed the tip of her nose.

"I like my Fujiwara so much..." Xinkawa Yuai smiled softly, rubbed his cheek on his neck and said: "It was hard to meet a person I like, you don't even want to run away from me in this life. The spider web."

Fujiwara Starry sky hugged her waist, feeling the infinite beauty in his heart. In Xinchuan's body, what he feels is the demure, elegant and clear love like flowing water.

Perhaps, when Xinchuan Kyoai gave him the origin and the mountain **** inheritance selflessly, the two had already forged a bond of life and death.

So attracted by her, it is only natural to fall into the love web woven by her spider silk.

The future may be smooth sailing, or it may be ups and downs. But once you fall in love, you must have the courage to stay together. Life will not be a hot-blooded anime, but I will always be their hero.

Fujiwara Star has always thought this way, and this is also a form of expression of his sincerity.

The dinner preparation is unexpectedly rich, with pickled horse mackerel, omelette, boiled eggplant, pork patties, vegetable soup, and white rice with sesame seeds and dried white radish.

"It's delicious!" Fujiwara Hoshizora was full of praise.

"Fujiwara, are you surprised?"

"Unsurprisingly, Mihoko was originally the kind of woman of the kind wife and mother in my eyes."

"Haha..." Xinchuan Yuai smiled very quickly, as if the word "good wife and loving mother" was the biggest compliment for her.

Fujiwara Xingkong sandwiched a piece of pork pie, chewed it, stopped, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you know anything about Yatengu?"

"I know, you won't come to me if it's okay!" Xinchuan Yu Ai pretended to be angry, and took a bite of the egg skin.

"No... I just came here, so I asked Katengu by the way..." Fujiwara Xingkong scratched his head and explained distressedly: "Tomimon Shino told me that he wanted to resurrect Natsuki Makawa, but There is no clue about this matter at the moment, so I just asked you by the way."

"Impossible." Xinchuan Yuai put down his chopsticks and folded his hands on his chest: "Chongde was deliberately sealed to the Qiandang Valley Tunnel for Xia Xizhenchuan. He secretly used the Yata Mirror to go to the ghost world to find foot For a full ten years, if Xia Xizhenchuan could be brought back, he would have brought it back long ago instead of leaving empty-handed."

"Then why did he rob Domimon Yashiro?" Fujiwara Star asked while drinking soup.

"It's not clear, I don't know him very well." Shinkawa Yui held her cheek, thought for a while, and said an address in Saitama.

"this is?"

"Chongde lived there before. You can go and see if you have any clues."

"Okay, let's eat quickly." Fujiwara Hoshizori smiled, "After eating, let's enjoy the moon."

After eating, Xinchuan Yuai went into the kitchen to wash dishes. Fujiwara Hoshizora stood beside her, dried her washed dishes with a towel, and placed them on the countertop. After wiping all the dishes, Shinkawa Yui Ai put them all in the cupboard.

Fujiwara starry sky came to sit on the corridor of the courtyard, near Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was big and round, there was no wind, and the clouds in the sky were almost forbidden to move. The insect sounds very loud, and the scent of summer grass floats in the corridor.

Xinchuan Yu Ai poked her head out of the kitchen and asked, "Would you like to drink tea?"

"Let's take a dip, otherwise there is no mood for admiring the moon."

After Xinchuan Yuai boiled water to make tea, she came to the corridor, and the two sat down next to each other. While drinking tea, he looked at the rhododendrons and rainy bamboos that were randomly planted in the courtyard.

When the tea was almost finished, Shinkawa Yuai ran back to the room and took out a guitar. Under Fujiwara Starry sky staring in surprise, she sat on the dimly lit corridor. After adjusting the sound, she slowly played a gentle ballad. Come.

Or delicate, fast, or sad, all kinds of sounds are intertwined. Occasionally, she would close her eyes and shook her head gently, humming to the melody.

Shinkawa Yui Ai, playing the guitar, seemed like a sixteen-year-old girl looking at her beloved dress. Her eyes were bright, her lips were tight, and she occasionally smiled.

After playing a few songs, she leaned on the pillar, looking at the moon and thinking about her things.

"Are these songs from Mihoko's time?" asked Fujiwara Star.

Xinchuan Yu Ai nodded: "When I was alive, my mother taught me."

"Mihoko's mother must be very gentle, too."

"Fujiwara... I'll cry when I say this..."

"Is the Laoshan God a man worse than me?"

"Yes." Xinchuan Yu Ai stared into his eyes and said, "You can't become that way!"

"I'll never become like that." Fujiwara Hoshizora reached out his hand and hugged her into his arms, like holding a piece of easily broken glass.

Xinkawa Yuai's gentle eyes turned to his profile, with a gentle smile on his face: "In the long and tortuous years I spent alone, I would never dream that I would like a sixteen-year-old so much now. little boy."

Fujiwara Starry sky turned his head and stared at her.

"Mihoko..." he whispered, "what are you thinking about now?"

"Thinking about what you think."

Fujiwara Star lowered his head and kissed her neck and earlobes.

Her breathing became rapid, and her voice began to tremble.

"Don't go back to the room?" she asked.

"It's fine here."

There was a rustling sound in the darkness.

Shinkawa Yui Ai held her breath, twisted her body, and the voice of the conversation never stopped.

The feeling of chatting with her like this is very wonderful, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com Fujiwara Starry Sky tells a joke, she can't help but laugh, and the vibration of laughter is transmitted through the body.

"It feels so beautiful," she said.

"It's really great." Fujiwara Hoshizora asked with a smile, "Would you like to change something else?"

"Try it," she said, biting her lip.

Fujiwara Starry sky hugged her waist.

The night gradually deepened, and the call of Xia Chong gradually subsided.

On the corridor, Yui Ai Shinkawa closed her eyes in the arms of the Fujiwara Starry sky, and her body curled up. Beside the two of them, spider silk scattered all over the ground.

"Fujiwara... it's incredible." Her eyes opened a small gap, and there was a sparkling light in them: "The whole portrait is about to melt away. This feeling can be recalled for a lifetime."

The moonlight fell on her body, her eyelashes trembled lightly, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.