My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 On Tuesday, April 27, it started to rain early in the morning.

　　 The sky is gray and gray, and the entire Tokyo is shrouded in a gloomy rain curtain.

　　 At this time, the rainy season has not yet arrived, so the rainfall generally does not last for too long, and the rainfall is usually not too large, but there are occasional thunderstorms. Most of the time, it is gloomy sky, breeze, and drizzle.

　　 Except for the merchants who sell Sunny Dolls, no one should like this kind of weather.

　　 Ishikamikawa hates rain for a reason.

　　 Whenever it rains, he must endure the damp space in the tram.

The umbrella of a stranger will wet the hem of the school uniform, the smell of mothballs on the suits of others will be more obvious than usual, and even the body temperature next to them will be more obvious, and except in winter, the rest of the time will be stunned. Air conditioner blowing on the face.

　　 As long as he thought of having to endure this kind of pain on rainy days every year for the next two years, he suddenly felt desperate from the bottom of his heart.

　　 Whenever the tram leaves the platform, the center of gravity is tilted backwards. Ishigamigawa must padded his feet to barely hold the ring and avoid putting his weight on others.

　　 More often, his small body can only be caught in the crowd, like strawberry jam in a sandwich cookie, completely beyond his control.

　　 Grow up quickly, he thought.

　　 Caught in between the adults, Ishigamigawa raised his head, his gaze crossed several silent heads with his head down, and the rain-soaked city was flying through the narrow window of the car.

　　 In the blurred scenery due to thick cumulus clouds, only the lights of commercial buildings and mixed buildings are particularly clear.

　　 TVs showing life information programs, narrow skirts busy in the pantry, faded posters on the walls, umbrellas coming and going on the street, the lives of these strangers, like flying fragments, keep passing by.

　　 He noticed that he was overwhelmed by the huge unknown, and he became even more irritable.

　　……

　　 The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked.

　　 At least, Fujiwara Star likes rainy days very much.

　　 Trillions of raindrops converge on the eaves and form ripples, falling to the side of the street, noisy and miscellaneous, and large beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. It looks so invulnerable at all times.

　　 Every time at this time, he would always sigh in his heart how this world can give people a sense of beauty in such a complicated environment.

　　Walking out of the house, he glanced at the gloomy sky. The water vapor wrapped in the huge dark cloud seemed to be able to see the sea surrounded by the curved horizon. Which sea would it be?

　　 The Sea of ​​Japan, after all, it’s close, maybe the Aegean Sea.

　　 Those crows that were soaked in rain flew from the tall tree canopy of Shinjuku Gyoen, and yelled to fly toward the west sky.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky opened the transparent umbrella and walked into the rain. This cheapest plastic umbrella became a speaker for the entire sky and began to play the sound of rain.

　　 He listened to the pleasing sound of "patter patter" as he walked through the crowded streets of Shinjuku.

　　 In addition to commuting office workers in Shinjuku in the morning, the most frequent night shift workers are tired-faced night workers, and charming girls who come from Kabukicho and cannot judge their age and type of work.

　　 The handsome Tokyo guy walking alone in the city in his high school uniform is also a wonderful scenery.

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizora thought a little narcissistically, he suddenly understood why Miyamizu Mitsuba would shout "Let me be a handsome Tokyo guy in my next life".

　　 Not to mention anything else, just going to the streets of Tokyo in the rainy season is a picture full of wonderful fantasy.

　　 I am really handsome after all.

　　 came to the gate of Shinjuku Station.

　　 He suddenly slowed down his walking speed, but people kept coming up behind him, making impatient tuts, and he didn’t care.

　　 Let me breathe a few more breaths of the smell of the sky brought by the rain.

　　……

　　 is different from the other two teenagers.

　　 Saito Asuka does not need to squeeze a tram to school, he rides to school.

　　Secondary two teenagers are not as passive and slack as the dead house teenagers, nor are they as sentimental as the neurotic teenagers, because the secondary two teenagers only like to face the wind!

　　 Is there anything better than riding a bicycle in the rain?

　　 should be absent.

"I am leaving…"

　　 launched the Trek mountain bike, Saito Asuka took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the cushion.

　　 sacred and solemn.

　　In his mind, he is not riding a bicycle, but a horse.

　　 This trip is not going to school on a rainy day, but a knight going out!

　　 "Brave knight, break through many obstacles and take the princess back from the dragon!"

　　 He straightened the blindfold of his left eye and let out a "yooo" in his mouth. He rushed into the rain curtain without even wearing the raincoat.

　　 Facing the drizzle, pedaling with all his strength, the rain-drenched scenery flows back quickly.

　　 Tokyo in the rain, every frame is as beautiful as a well-made fantasy animation.

Forest-like parks, shiny tall buildings against the sky, old-fashioned shopping streets and crowded crossroads, sci-fi movie-style gymnasiums, sudden churches and torii, tall buildings with thousands of rooms within sight Building clusters-it's as if all scattered scenes are stuffed into a small screen to flow.

　　 No matter where you are, no matter how long you look at, the scenery in front of you will not make Saito feel bored.

　　 The speed reached the highest, nearly 30 yards, his eyes were blown so hard to open, his vision was a bit blurred, as if he was going to cross into another world in the next second.

　　 "I don't know if I can traverse, but it hurts for sure. I don't care this time. If I do this next time, I will contact your family."

　　 Okay~_~

　　Before crossing, you have to bow and apologize to the traffic police, and promise you will not make any mistakes next time.

　　 So, he took another account in his heart.

　　 Traffic Police, is a job that hates the same level as Haruno.

　　 But then again, is there a career as Haruna?

　　 Xin Haicheng’s "Weathering Son" said it did.

　　 So the question is, is Xin Haicheng a liar?

　　……

　　 After returning to school and changing into his school uniform in the locker room, Asuka Saito walked into the classroom and went straight to Ishigami River.

　　 "Good morning, Ishigami."

　　 Ishigamigawa looked away from the screen of NS, and found an unpleasant person standing in front of him.

　　 It's normal for Dead House and Chuji to dislike each other.

　　Dead House believes that the second stage is a disease of the brain and cannot distinguish between illusion and reality.

　　 Zhongji believes that the dead house is a cowardly heart, and he dared not explore the truth of the world.

　　 So Ishigamigawa was very impatient and said, "What's the matter?"

　　 On the contrary, Saito Asuka didn't have a trace of impatience on his face, but rather expectant.

　　 "I heard that your family lives in Ikebukuro, right?"

"Is there a problem?"

　　 Saito Asuka took out his phone and opened the strange talk module of the 2ch forum, "Have you seen this, black locomotive."

　　 Ishigamikawa shook his head.

　　 "It's a pity, Headless Horseman! Haven't you seen it when you live in Ikebukuro?"

Ishigamikawa also turned on the phone and read the post. There are not many details. There are only a few photos of the scene with blood stains and broken locomotives. One of the more eye-catching pictures is that the camera captures the ghost and flies away like a ghost. Black locomotive passing by.

　　 Saito Asuka uttered temptation: "Ishigami, are you interested in going with me to find this guy?"

　　 "Don't..." Ishigamikawa is a little embarrassed~www.wuxiahere.com~ If it is really a headless horseman, then if we find this kind of urban legend, don't we mean to die? "

　　 "What are you afraid of!" Saito Asuka confidently pointed to the blindfold on his left eye, "Did you see this?"

　　 "I see, why do you wear a blindfold today?"

"I only tell you, don't tell others." Saito Asuka lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I got up this morning and found my eyes hurt. When I went to look in the mirror, I found that The left eye is red and swollen, do you know what this means?"

　　 "What does it mean?"

　　 "It means that my power is awakened!"

　　 Ishigamikawa looked at him like an idiot.

　　 "Burst, this world is full of evil! The eye of death has been born, and all evil will be invisible!"

　　 The boy tore off the blindfold of his left eye, revealing a red and swollen left eye with a little yellow pus.

　　 "From today, I will no longer hide my identity, hahahaha...hiccup..."

　　 Saito Asuka laughed wildly, his expression gradually crumbled.

　　 Looking at the weird expressions in the eyes of everyone in the class, Ishigamigawa felt very ashamed. This feeling is more uncomfortable than when someone finds himself hiding a dozen adult magazines and a dozen galgame game discs under the bed.

　　 Although both will die, **** can at least be argued that it is a normal man’s physiological needs. This kind of secondary is really hopeless, except that the brain is broken, and there is no explanation.

　　 "Ishigami, follow me, let's save together..."

Snapped!

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizora slapped Saito Asuka on the neck with a hand knife.