Mi Xia [Net King]

In the next few days, Hirano Bixiang unexpectedly found that his time to go out was short.

The exercise is still exercise, the walk is still a walk, but more time, he stays at home.

Bixiang Hirano is reading in the study, the original foreign language version of William Blake's "Songs of Innocence and Experience".As for her taste in fairy tales and poetry, the teenager knew it a long time ago, not to mention the clues can be seen just by looking at the books on those bookshelves.Occasionally when he is quiet and has nothing to do, he will pull a chair to flip through Shakespeare and Goethe on the other side of the study.

One day he dug out an old-fashioned gramophone from the utility room, and it turned out to be a Victory III model.When he was repairing the record player, Hirano Bixiang was sitting by the side, holding his chin and looking curiously, a little surprised, and quickly accepted his setting that he knew how to do this, and said with a smile that it was her father's relic, after it broke I didn't want to throw it away, so I put it in the utility room.

There are still many such things in the utility room. These years, it is only a fixed time every year. The things in it are packed out to dry, and those that need to be scrubbed are scrubbed.

Asked if there were 78 or 90 rpm records, Hirano Bixiang thought about it, and found a plastic box in the utility room.It has been placed for a long time, and the plastic surface has even cracked countless marks. When it is opened, the bottom of the box covered with thick cotton cloth quietly separates the four records.

Pick out the one that looks the best, put it in and try to run the phonograph, the boy was stunned when he heard it, and then laughed.

"Let Time Go by".

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

One was sitting on a chair, with his elbows resting on the armrest and his chin supported, the other was leaning against the edge of the bookcase, with his hands folded on his chest and his head bowed, fascinated to listen to the melody drifting out low and low, accompanied by the faint rustling sound of the records turning, The afternoon light is lingering and hazy, and there is a feeling of listening to the aging of time in a trance.

"It's so beautiful..." Hirano Bixiang said softly with her eyebrows bent, "There should be another one, it's "Premonition of Parting"."

The boy raised his head and saw her smile full of nostalgia and nostalgia.

"I haven't thought about it seriously, but I actually remember those melodies." She said softly.

They found another single.Hirano Bixiang went to make a pot of scented tea, and the two sat in the study room full of woody fragrance and bookish atmosphere, drinking tea, chatting happily about music.

"What singer do you like?"

"Namie Amuro," Hirano Bixiang's smile deepened, and the boy continued without changing his expression, "Hmm... Hikaru Utada."

""Firstlove", I like it too."

She doesn't like loud music, and soothing love songs, slow songs and light music can occupy most of the space in her preferences.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Ah, Kitaro."

"Silk Road? Great music production."

"And Yaji."

Fukuyama Masaharu.This time it was Keigo Atobe who laughed.

"Well... there are even older ones." She said with some embarrassment.

According to this taste, he thought for a while: "So, Masaki Sakai? Shinji Tanimura?"

Hirano Bixiang was startled, nodded and smiled: "You guessed it."

Later the topic changed.

"In that "Salome", I found the stub of the theater ticket you had by accident. There are operas, dramas, Noh plays, and even puppet shows."

"I have a wide range of interests, and I appreciate all kinds of art." She asked, "You?"

"Wagner, Beethoven," said the young man, "I like operas and symphonies, plus some Latin music."

"Serious music." Hirano Bixiang blinked, "But Latin? Is it dance music?"

She laughed: "This is the widest range. I think your ballroom dancing must be pretty good."

"Ah, it's okay." He said, "What about musical instruments?"

"Not very good, Shakuhachi, a little bit of flute, not many tunes."

It is indeed her style.

"What about you?"

"Learned the piano for a while."

……

The sun is warm outside the window, and this summer is still too good.

The teenager bets great enthusiasm on the utility room.

Turned out a chessboard the next day.Scrubbed clean, Bixiang Hirano watched him study.

"It turned out to be the original Torreya." The surface of the plate is flat, some years old but not deformed. It is confirmed that the wood is made of Torreya native to the island.

Hirano Bixiang tilted her head: "You will?"

The boy was silent for a moment: "No."

So the two happily played backgammon on such a precious chessboard for half an afternoon.

During dinner, Hirano Bixiang moved out the grill and prepared a BBQ in the garden.Only then did the other know what she was doing in the kitchen all morning after going to the supermarket to buy so many things early in the morning.

"You know how to mix wine." She opened her eyes wide in surprise, staring at the other party's movements half curiously and half joyfully.

There is no special bartending utensil, but the boy's beautiful fancy hands are obviously officially born here.

The wine cabinet was left by her father, and most of the wine collection was also collected by him.She wasn't very interested at the time, but she had learned a little bit from what she had seen and heard since she was a child. After her father passed away, she was consciously in touch with this aspect. Whether it is nostalgia or empathy, if something has become Habit, there is no cause and effect.

Barbecue with red wine will have a different taste.The former is characterized by its typical aromas such as smoke and spices, while wine also has unique aromas. Different meats paired with different varieties of wine will make it more harmonious and unified in taste.

Of course, such a casual barbecue doesn't need to be so particular, and cocktails are a good choice.

At this time, the temperature will not be cold at night, and the charcoal grill may make your face reddish, but the fresh outdoor air, the faint fragrance of flowers floating by your side, and even the grilled aroma from food will make people feel greasy. However, a kind of happiness born.

The phonograph was spinning, rustling the song "Let Time Pass by Your Side" in a loop.

Every line of the lyrics is so familiar that people can memorize it backwards, the music turns a thousand times, and flows on the plants in the garden with the lights. Such a beautiful atmosphere makes even the brain dull and difficult to function. It can only be immersed in this little scene. in the world.

Hirano Bixiang doesn't have a good capacity for alcohol, and her taste is bland. She doesn't eat much barbecue and already feels full. She sits next to her with mushroom soup in her hand, her eyes are lazy, and her face is stained with a faint blush.

The teenager found a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne and opened it to her.

Hirano Bixiang looked at him, and then at the roses in her own garden, looking back and forth, smiling very charmingly.

Like a flower blooming to the extreme, every leaf and petal are trembling to express their joy.For a long time, seeing her is reserved and slightly depressed, as if I have molded a box and put myself in it, and even a smile must strictly abide by the standard arc.Probably due to the influence of a little alcohol, the square frame around her side disappeared, and the flower branch in spring bloomed so brilliantly in summer.

Such a smile is too easy to infect others.At least the boy sitting beside him flipping the bamboo stick didn't know that he was smiling all the time.

"For the first time, I felt that the stars in summer night are so beautiful." Hirano Bixiang said.

"Your mood is different when you look at it," said the boy.

"I still think about when you were a little child," she compared her height with her hands, and couldn't hide her slightly narrow teasing, "You don't even know how cute you are~ I always want to hug you when I see it , I always want to rub it when I hold it, and I want to kiss it after rubbing~"

"...I know now." The boy stared at her.

Still a little drunk.Such words, when sober, how could it be said.

"When I see you every day, I always think that time should slow down a little bit, so that you can stay longer, longer."

The young man nodded softly, "Me too."

"There is no greater joy than seeing you come again."

After a long silence, he smiled and said, "I'm extremely grateful to see you again."

Then Hirano Bixiang smiled and looked at him for a long time, looking at him, seemed to think of something, hesitantly turned his eyes to look at those flowers, thought about it, got up and walked closer to the flowers, looked at them for a while, and chose the best one He walked back to the rose, bent down and handed it to him.

There are no shadows on her cheeks, half of her face is bathed in the soft light, and the other half is lingering with the brilliance of the stars and the moon. Her soft hair is scattered behind her head, and her warm amber pupils seem to fall into two bright stars: "To you."

Holding the rose flower, the young man's heart pounded for a long time before he came back to his senses: "Why... give it to me?"

Hirano Bixiang stood in front of him, tilted her head, her eyes and brows were full of smiles: "Guess?"

"Can't guess."

"I won't tell you~" She put her hands behind her back in childish rage, and looked up at the deep sky with a sly and clean smile.

Her back is a quiet and beautiful night, her front is completely covered by white light, the flames of charcoal fire dance in the dark amber pupils, and the smile on her lips is just a curved arc, which has already made this scene in the night. Eternal landscape.

Because, you are my most beautiful rose, meeting you is the most beautiful miracle in my life.