My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 It's been a long time since the afternoon class, and the club activities are coming to an end.

　　 Looking through the window, you can see the sky of orange, yellow, and a little indigo blue.

　　 deliberately put on an atmosphere of "I'm not waiting for someone, but enjoying the fun of reading", and the figure of the young girl in the afterglow of the setting sun became extremely lonely.

　　 "I blame you, I can't even remember the number of floors."

　　 "How can you blame me for this? Blame you for being so beautiful that made me lost."

　　 Xia Xilin heard footsteps and reflexively raised her head to look outside the door.

　　 The young couple in school uniforms held hands and stopped in front of the door. Their sweet expressions were too harmonious in the sunset, too healthy, too dazzling.

　　 Even though she felt very depressed, Xia Xilin couldn't help squinting her eyes and admiring it.

"Ah, classmate Xia Xi, I'm very embarrassed." Shinbara Zongsuke stood in front of the door and bowed to the door to apologize, "We were going to Guaitanshe, but we accidentally walked to the wrong floor and disturbed your reading. very sorry."

Compared to his cautiousness, his girlfriend Eri Sonoda smiled carefreely and said: "Xia Xi is really beautiful, and I don't know where the blessing of that fool Fujiwara can be your boyfriend. "

　　 Xia Xilin smiled and responded: "You are polite, I envy you too."

　　 "Then let's go, goodbye Xia Xi."

　　 "Goodbye."

　　 The intimate conversation of the little couple gradually faded away, and Xia Xilin's eyes fell back to the book, her thoughts were a little confused, and she had to warn herself over and over again in her heart that I was enjoying the pleasure of reading.

　　 The sky is getting dark, looking out the window, the sky is dim. The nearby residential buildings were all lit up, and the neon lights flashed on above the more distant office buildings.

　　 In the end, no one waited.

　　 The tea art club that had been in for more than two years suddenly became a lot stranger.

　　 Xia Xilin turned her head to look at the door blankly, and tried to whisper "Please, I really don't...", before the voice fell, bursts of sourness in her heart, eyes hot.

　　 A drop of tears poured out of jewel-like eyes, followed by a second drop, a third drop...These tears fell on the book unexpectedly, and the writing became blurred.

　　...

　　 When I got home, it was close to eight o'clock in the evening.

　　 Xia Xilin walked alone in the courtyard that was huge enough to make people lose the way. The pines and cypresses swayed, the moonlight poured down, and everything in his field of vision was shrouded in a white and cold light.

The young lingering warmth, the feeling of happiness left in the memory, has now become an unreachable phantom melody, the microwave rippling in the jewel’s pupil, but there is not the other shore that can be traveled, like the moonlight, it is impossible Hold the light in the palm of your hand.

　　 "Xiao Rin." Mrs. Xia Xi, who was standing in front of the gate, smiled softly, "Come for dinner, Dad is also waiting for you."

　　 Xia Xilin shook her head and smiled lightly, "I have eaten, mom and dad go to eat, I'm a little tired, I want to rest early tonight."

　　 "Will you go to the shrine tomorrow? Why not stay at home."

　　 "Let's go to the shrine, or grandma will curse again."

　　 "Grandma is getting older, sometimes more stubborn, please bear with me, I will persuade her."

　　 "Thank you mom, I can handle it myself, don't worry."

　　 Xia Xilin turned and walked towards the bathroom, leaving a lonely sigh on the spot.

　　 After taking a shower, he returned to the room, turned off the light, and his pupils glowed with a faint blue light at night.

　　 her head was resting on her arm, her skin was a bit swollen, her cheeks were also very hot, her stomach was upset for a day, and she didn't want to eat too much.

　　 These are all okay. The biggest problem is that the exhaustion of life is not enough material to encourage, and the remaining half of the big bed cannot be made up by a velvet quilt.

　　People sometimes think that "I am the happiest person in the world."

Even if you are not living in a large house with a swimming pool and a labyrinth; you are not traveling in and out of a top-class RV with a driver, or a two-hundred-pyeong villa in Tokyo; of course, you have never enjoyed a group of servants to take care of your daily life; I don’t even have a yacht for my own use; but I can think indifferently that "I am the happiest person in the world."

Similarly, I have never stayed in Auschwitz, Poland; I have not lost everything due to war or disasters; I have not contracted an incurable disease; I have never lost all my family members in fires or traffic accidents; let alone worry about today. Where to sleep late and what to eat tomorrow; but it is still possible to think that "I am the most unfortunate person in the world".

　　 So, am I a happy person or an unfortunate person?

　　 Xia Xilin didn't understand, and didn't dare to think about it.

　　 In the dark, the screen of the phone illuminates a small space, she obsessively looks at the pictures on the screen.

　　 In the photo, she held his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, smiling sweetly, showing her white, sharp teeth.

　　 And his eyes drifted away from the camera, his expression was helpless and funny.

　　 The dim yellow lights on the streets of Harajuku shone on the two of them, as warm as a stove in a wooden house.

　　 freezes time and space, leaving the scenery at that moment forever, ready to be appreciated and reminiscent. How appropriate and romantic is this way of naming cell phone photos by time.

　　 She held the phone in her heart and slowly closed her eyes.

　　 When I woke up, it was still dark.

　　 The glimmer came from nowhere, and quietly spilled into the room, illuminating the outline of a few things, vaguely, the sound of a dog barking in the distance, and I don't know what time it was.

　　 Xia Xilin got out of the bed yawning.

　　 "It's a bit cold, it's really hard to get up in the morning."

　　 "If I were not going to the shrine, I should be able to sleep until noon."

　　 She half-squinted, walked through the empty corridor, empty living room, and went into the bathroom to wash in front of the mirror.

When 　　 came out, Shiraishi Sachiko came out with a bowl of lean meat porridge.

　　 "Miss, let's eat something." She said worriedly.

　　 "Let's put it on the table, I'll come and eat after I change my clothes."

　　 Xia Xilin smiled faintly, turned around and walked into the changing room.

　　 What should I wear today?

After spending a long time in a room full of clothes, I chose a white vest and a water-blue cardigan jacket. I wore a light green wavy skirt on the lower half. If you have shoes, um, that’s it. A pair of wedge sandals with straps. sock? Uh, don’t wear socks if you wear sandals. Anyway, your toe nails are beautifully trimmed, so I’m not afraid.

　　 Seriously matching clothes can really make the mood a little better.

　　 Will today be a happy day?

　　 I only found out after waiting for today.

　　 After getting dressed and walking out of the living room, Shiraishi Sachiko took a look and sighed sincerely, "Miss, you are so beautiful."

　　 "Hmm... Sachiko, your mouth is so sweet, I should consider giving you a salary increase."

　　 "Why, UU reading www.uukanshu. Ms. COM is really beautiful, I didn't say it because I wanted to increase my salary."

　　 "Haha, Sachiko is also very beautiful, come on, give me a hug."

　　 "Miss..." Sachiko Shiraishi rubbed his eyes and sighed: "Your mood has changed too quickly, right."

　　 Xia Xilin drank the meat porridge and asked, "Otherwise? You can't let me cry for others to see."

　　 "Actually..." Sachiko hesitated for a while, then whispered: "It's okay to cry occasionally."

　　 "I think about it..."

　　 Xia Xilin finished the meat porridge, rubbed her flat belly, and asked with a smile, "Then I will use the exchange of fire between Israel and Palestine as a reason. How about weeping?"

　　 "This..." Shiraishi Sachiko said with a wry smile, "This reason is a bit far-fetched."

　　 "Yes, Xia Xilin is crying, and the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Aren't these two very far-fetched?"

　　 "Miss, people are conflicting because of religious and ethnic issues. It's not far-fetched."

　　 "You are wrong, because different religions and nationalities force humans to be divided into different camps, which is far-fetched in itself."

　　 "Miss, you are always like this. I can't tell you. I will surrender to the head office."

　　 "Surrender is to be punished."

　　 Sachiko Shiraishi was startled, and said aggrieved: "Miss is merciful..."

　　 "Punish you to pretend to be a bunny girl."

　　 "Clam?"

　　 "Haha, lie to you, let's go, let's go to the shrine."

　　 Xia Xilin stood up, stretched out, and walked out.

　　 Looking from the side, you can see a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

　　 I don't know whether it is a real smile or a fake smile.

　　 Even after five years of getting along, Shiraishi Sachiko still cannot understand her heart.