My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 242 The beauty and the moon are the same color

Gradually slanting westward, lengthening the shadows of the trees.

The classroom was filled with warm light, Saori Aizawa turned his head to look, and the face of Xingkong Fujiwara who was by the window was dyed yellow at this time, which did not affect his handsomeness in the slightest.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and she was about to walk over, but Fujiwara Xingkong got up first, and Ishigami and Saito also surrounded her, and the three men walked out of the classroom together.

Saori Aizawa stopped in her tracks, smiling a little relieved.

"Ishigami, how is your game?"

"It's online, but only about 1000 copies have been sold."

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

"Saito, didn't you say that this kind of pixel game is too childish, isn't it your thing?"

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

"It's really thick-skinned."

"Fujiwara, you have the nerve to say that last time you said you would teach me a few hands, but you couldn't be contacted for the whole summer vacation!"

"Really? Saito, you heard wrong."

"I want to break up with you!"

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

"It's okay, are you just arguing with me now?"

"Arguing? Does she know that you and Xia Xilin are in a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship?"

"It's not just 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 Xingkong stopped in front of the tea art club: "I'm here, so don't follow me in."

"Okay, I'll go to the Ghost Story Club to play."

"I also went to the video game club."

After watching his two injured friends leave, Fujiwara Hoshizora turned around and opened the door of the tea club.

The setting sun outside the window was as bright red as a typhoon passing through, and the whole classroom was filled with a soft and bright 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. sense of tranquility.

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

The corners of Xia Xilin's mouth curled up slightly, and she said in an unwavering voice, "One month hasn't come yet, so I don't want to talk to you now."

"Then just listen to me." Fujiwara Xingkong walked over with a smile, and glanced at the book in her hand, which was "We" by Zamyatin.

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

Xia Xilin looked at Fujiwara Xingkong, her expression seemed to guess something, her eyes seemed to say: "Look, I knew you would say that."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

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

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

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

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

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

The childish Xia Xilin looked down at the book, ignoring his childlike behavior, and gently pinched the foot of the page with her white fingertips.

Itching is a bit itchy, but it's not something that can't be tolerated. If you want to play, let him play.

Fujiwara Xingkong stroked the pair of legs that only belonged to him, rolled his eyes, and 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."

"Hey, Miss Maid has grown up, so I don't want to stay here." Fujiwara Xingkong said regretfully.

"Shall I give her to you?"

"Why is there such a good thing?"

With a flat expression on Xia Xilin's face, she nodded and said, "Then you can live with Xingzi from now on, and don't come looking for me."

"Uh, no, what are you talking about, isn't yours mine? What else do you want to give?"

"Shut up, it's making me read." Xia Xilin didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and continued to read with her head down.

Outside the window, the sun was setting and the first day of school was coming to an end.

Fujiwara Hoshizora looked at the time and saw that the club activity time was almost over, so he stood up and said goodbye: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

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

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

"Go."

Walking out of the school gate, Xinchuan Yuai was already waiting for him.

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

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

The beech trees planted on both sides of the road are about to enter the leaf-falling period, and the breeze blowing in the evening is also a bit cooler.

Before long, the leaves that have started to turn yellow will turn golden and then fall off one by one, leaving the bare branches to welcome Bai Xue's visit.But as long as they survive this winter, when the spring breeze blows next year, they will grow new buds and regain their vitality.

The platform at dusk was crowded with people, filled with all kinds of strange smells.

Stepping into the crowded train on the Saikyo Line, Fujiwara Hoshizo stretched out his arms to wrap Yui Shinkawa's waist and held her in his arms.

The tram headed towards Ikebukuro Station with a "clang clang".

".Fujiwara, let go. Someone is watching"

"Don't let it go." Fujiwara Xingkong smelled her hair, "Now I'm starting to like trams during peak hours."

Yui Shinkawa buried her face against his chest, holding his open collar tightly with both hands.

A boy in a high school uniform held a woman in a professional suit in his arms. She didn't need to look to know that people around her were casting strange glances at her.

The tram was moving quickly, and her heart beat stronger and stronger.She could only bury her face deeper, for fear that someone would recognize her appearance.

The railroad tracks passed by the eaves, and the clothes on the clothes rail of a family were blown to the ground. A big orange cat was enjoying the sunbathing using the clothes as a cushion. In the yard on the other side, there were children playing with blowing bubbles.

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

"My past?" Fujiwara Xingkong put his arms around her waist, overlooking the city scenery passing by the car window: "I used to feel that I was not from this world. I have nothing to do with myself. I have no support in my spirit, and I am always ready to go crazy. In the words of Dazai Osamu: Only by doing your best to hold yourself can you not go crazy."

Shinkawa Yuai wrapped her hands around Fujiwara Xingkong's neck, and said softly: "Who told you to say this, can't you say something happy?"

"There's really nothing to be happy about. I can't lie to you by making up stories, right?"

"Forget it, those are over, let's talk about something else." Xinchuan Yuai greedily took a breath of the faint sweat on his body, "What do you like?"

"Like a teacher who stands on the podium."

"All teachers?"

"No, it's just Teacher Xinchuan."

"I shouldn't have given you a chance to flirt with me." Yuai Shinkawa buried her face in his chest with a charming smile, "Then what do you hate, tell me so that I can pay attention to it later."

"Hate mushrooms, hate spinach, hate Coca-Cola."

"anything else?"

"I hate the rainy season in June, I hate the crows in Tokyo, I hate that bald principal who always peeps at you. Well, I'll ask Mrs. Shahi to fire him later."

Shinkawa Yuai raised her face: "Awesome!"

Fujiwara Hoshiku lifted her chin and kissed her.

The glass window next to the two of them was gradually dyed a romantic pink in the setting sun, and the tram was driving at high speed, sending the lovers shaking with the carriage to Ikebukuro.

After leaving Ikebukuro Station, under the guidance of Shinkawa Yuai, the two walked through the bustling commercial area at the west exit of Ikebukuro and walked to a street that was not too busy.

The shops on both sides of the street looked deserted and old, and some even had faded words on the signboards, making it difficult to read.

"This is a very old neighborhood." Yuai Xinchuan introduced as she walked, her sweet voice echoed in the warm evening breeze with the sound of high heels hitting the asphalt road.

"Most people couldn't stand the bad air and high rents, so they moved to the suburbs. What remained were people who lived in low-cost apartments and community housing, and planned to die here all their lives."

After walking on this street for a while, turn right, and there is a fenced yard in front of you. Through the yard planted with cherry trees, you can see an old bungalow-style house.

"Teacher has lived here for decades, and has been too lazy to move. It's a bit messy inside, so don't laugh at me." Yui Shinkawa opened the iron gate with a smile, and walked in with Xingkong Fujiwara.

Walk through the courtyard that looks like it hasn't been taken care of for a long time, open the door and enter the house.

The light in the room was dark, Fujiwara Xingkong stepped on the old book tied up with a rope and placed on the ground, and almost fell directly.

"When the teacher is free, he likes to read books. So everything is missing in the house, except books." Yui Shinkawa smiled at Xingkong Fujiwara, and then she pointed to the entrance: "It's rare that there is a man stepping on the door." Entering this house, I can't let go of this free labor. Fujiwara-san, the yard is up to you."

Fujiwara Xingkong smiled dumbly, picked up the broom, hedgepan and scissors from the entrance, went to the yard to pull out the weeds, and properly trimmed the few lush cherry trees.

While cleaning the garbage on the ground, Shinkawa Yui brought out a pot of tea: "If you are thirsty, drink some tea. I will prepare dinner first."

The yard is not very big, but with a little tidying up, the yard becomes quite beautiful.

Fujiwara Hoshizo went to the sink in the yard to wash his hands, and by the way, called Tsuchimikado Shino, asking how to make Shinkawa Yuai survive after being with him.

"This world is very fair. If you want a dead person to come back to life, then there must be a living person who dies."

"If you die, she will be resurrected by relying on the essence in your body."

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

The sun had not yet set in the west, the wind was soft, and the sun turned into a hazy and strange hue in the courtyard.

After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Xingkong smiled wryly.

Things are really not that simple, and the price to pay is also very high.

Walking into the house and coming to the door of the kitchen, Fujiwara stared at the back of Yuai Shinkawa cooking.

Her movements are so flexible that she can actually make three or four dishes at the same time.

I had just tasted the soup, and turned around to start cutting things on the cutting board; I just took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and put them on the plate, but I started to clean the pan I just used.

Viewed from behind, the movements are reminiscent of a musician playing a drum set.Every movement is quite beautiful, flexible and full of beauty.Fujiwara Xingkong looked at it and felt that he really picked up the most beautiful treasure in the world

"Is there anything you need my help with?" he asked.

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

After all, Yui Shinkawa turned her head and smiled at him.

At this time, she changed into home clothes, with a goose yellow T-shirt on her upper body.The lower body is wearing five-point slacks, and the legs are exposed from below the knees.

Looking from behind, one can see that her waist is surprisingly thin.Maybe it's because her lower body in another form is a spider, which makes her waist really thin and full of strange beauty.The last twilight of the setting sun came in through the window above the kitchen, adding to the shadowy appeal of the silhouette of her figure.

Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't hold back, and hugged her soft body from behind.

"Mihoko" he whispered her real name.

Sensing his strangeness, Xinchuan Yuai turned around and put her arms around his neck: "Why did you call me that suddenly?"

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

"I like my Mihoko so much." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled and rubbed the tip of her nose.

"I also really like my Fujiwara." Yuai Shinkawa smiled softly, rubbing his cheek on his neck and said, "It was hard for me to meet someone I like, and you will never want to escape from my spider in this life." It's online."

Fujiwara Xingkong hugged her waist, feeling infinite beauty in his heart.The love he felt from Yuai Xinchuan was very special, a kind of love that was as demure, elegant and clear as running water.

Perhaps, since she selflessly presented him with the source and the inheritance of the mountain god, the two have already formed a bond of life and death.

So it is only natural to be attracted to her and fall into the web of love she weaves with spider silk.

The future may be smooth sailing, or it may be full of twists and turns.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 Xingkong has always thought this way, and this is also a form of expression of his sincerity.

The dinner was unexpectedly sumptuous, with pickled horse mackerel, omelette, boiled eggplant, pork patties, vegetable soup, and white rice sprinkled with sesame seeds and dried white radish.

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

"Fujiwara, are you surprised?"

"No surprise, Mihoko is the kind of woman who is a good wife and mother in my eyes."

"Haha." Xinchuan Yuai smiled happily, which was rare, as if the word "good wife and mother" was the biggest compliment to her.

Fujiwara Xingkong picked up a piece of pork pie, chewed it, stopped, and after a moment of silence, asked: "About Yatengu, do you know anything?"

"I knew it, you won't come to me if it's nothing!" Xinchuan Yuai pretended to be angry, and took a bite of the egg skin.

"No. I just came here, so I asked about Yatengu by the way." Fujiwara Xingkong scratched his head, and explained distressedly: "Tsuchimikado Shino told me that he wanted to resurrect Natsuki Makawa, but there is no clue about this matter at present. That's why I'm just asking you a question."

"Impossible." Xinchuan Yuai put down her chopsticks and crossed her hands on her chest: "Chongde was deliberately sealed in the Sendagaya Tunnel for Natsuki Makawa back then. He secretly used the Yata mirror to go to the ghost world to find Zu For ten years, if Xia Xizhenchuan could be brought back, he would have brought it back long ago, instead of returning empty-handed."

"Then why did he rob Tsuchimikado Yasuhiro?" Fujiwara Xingkong asked while drinking soup.

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

"This is?"

"Chongde lived there before, you can go and see if there are any clues."

"Okay, let's eat quickly." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled, "After eating, let's go to watch the moon."

After dinner, Yui Shinkawa went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.Fujiwara Hoshizo stood beside her, drying the dishes she washed with a towel and putting them on the stage.After wiping all the dishes, Yui Shinkawa put them all away in the cupboard.

Fujiwara Xingkong came to sit on the corridor of the yard, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the moon was big and round, there was no wind, and the floating clouds in the sky were almost motionless.The sound of insects sounded particularly loud, and the corridor was filled with the scent of summer grass.

Shinkawa Yui popped her head out of the kitchen and asked, "Would you like some tea?"

"Let's soak a little, otherwise there is no artistic conception of admiring the moon."

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

When the tea was almost finished, Yuai Shinkawa ran back to the room and took out a guitar. Under the surprised stare of Fujiwara Starry Sky, she sat on the dim corridor, adjusted the tune, and slowly played the soft-toned folk song Come.

Or delicate, or fast, or sad, all kinds of voices are intertwined.She occasionally closes her eyes and shakes her head gently, humming to the tune.

Yuai Shinkawa, who is playing the guitar, looks like a 16-year-old girl staring at her beloved skirt, with bright eyes, tight lips, and occasional smiles.

After playing a few songs, she leaned against the pillar, looking at the moon and thinking about something.

"Are these songs from Mihoko's era?" Fujiwara Xingkong asked.

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

"Mihoko's mother must be very gentle."

"Fujiwara. I'll cry if I say that."

"Is the old mountain god a man worse than me?"

"That's right." Shinkawa Yuai stared into his eyes and said, "You can't become like that!"

"I'll never become like that." Fujiwara Xingkong stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms, like holding a glass handicraft that was easy to break.

Shinkawa Yuai's gentle eyes turned to his side face, with a faint smile on his face: "During the long and tortuous years I spent alone, I never dreamed that I would love a 16-year-old so much in the future." little boy."

Fujiwara Hoshiku turned his head sideways and stared at her.

"Mihoko" he called softly, "what are you thinking now?"

"Thinking about what you're thinking."

Fujiwara Hoshiku lowered his head and kissed her neck and earlobe.

(End of this chapter)