I heard that I am a Yokohama tycoon

June came in a blink of an eye, I like June, it was the time when I first met that person.

That was June when I was 17.

In the diary of a certain writer, "there is only one summer when I was 17, and I suddenly realized that this day is only once in my life, and it will never come again after passing away. It is so sad."So, I decided to take a trip around Japan.

I don’t like to go out without a plan, and this time is the same. Japan is a big tourist country, and various travel guides emerge in an endless stream. I fought in the library for three days and made a travel note. There is no doubt that it can be submitted to a publishing house. Of the kind, this travel diary still stays on my bookshelf, together with the exotic travel letters.

Traveling is truly a joy.

The first place I went to was Hase Temple. The beauty of thousands of hydrangeas made me cry. The fly in the ointment is that they are also temples. Why is Hase Temple so beautiful? Soji Temple is bare and has nothing.angry.

I solemnly put forward my opinion to the abbot, but the abbot rejected it because it was an important point of Buddhism and should not be played with.

How about other temples? Our Zongchi Temple can’t have the intention of imitating others. The annual income and expenditure of such a large temple are about the same. If it weren’t for other industries, it would have gone bankrupt long ago!

There are too many beautiful temples in Japan, especially in Kyoto. Because my home is a temple, I have never visited or visited other temples. After arriving in Kyoto, those beautiful temples made me doubt my life.The same reason why there is such a big gap between the temples, the ancestors of Zongchi Temple, can you be more careful?

And the list of the most beautiful temples in the country, not to mention the top [-], even the top [-], there is no shadow of Zongchi Temple!

In the past, I really lived a life where I couldn't see Mount Tai.

Then there is the Dream Bridge in Hokkaido, which will be completely submerged by the river during the rainy season, and will not return to the world until the water level drops in June.I was the first to get there when the water level dropped below the bridge deck. It was just after midnight, and the wind was so intoxicating that it would not be surprising for a girl to appear on the bridge.I waited for an hour until the dawn in the east, the mist cleared, and the misty morning light was extremely clear. I seemed to see a graceful woman, with her back to me, holding a paper umbrella depicting camellias, walking On the bridge, he disappeared in a trance.

When I realized it, she had already walked into the middle of the bridge, and when I started to chase her, she was already gone.

It's not the time of the devil, it should be my hallucination.

When there is a beauty, I will never forget it when I see it. If I don’t see it for a day, I will miss it like crazy. If I don’t see it for two days, I will break my heart.

If I were a man with a more delicate mind than a woman, I'm afraid I'd be broken in love all my life.No, no, if she turns around, maybe I will bend.

That was the second time I saw him.

I sat next to him on the train bound for Hokkaido. His blond hair was as dazzling as gold. He quietly stared at the portrait of Mona Lisa on the tram without blinking for a long time.I wonder about his concentration, he must be a person who loves art very much, I have been looking at him but he didn't finish it.This strong unwillingness turned into a strong curiosity.

In the end, it was I who spoke first, "Do you like this painting very much?"

Only then did he look away from the painting, "I didn't know the meaning of beauty until I saw this painting when I was young."

I haven't taken any appreciation class of western oil painting, and I can't appreciate oil painting, so I just nodded like an echo, it's really too bad.me at the time.

I close my eyes and recall my youth. In my life, there will always be a few moments like fate, which appear suddenly. For example, I chased the back of a graceful woman in the morning fog and ran to the stone bridge just above the water. A few kinds of algae, if you are not careful, you will slip and fall. What drives me to chase a phantom regardless of the danger of falling into the water? Is it love? Hanging upside down on the ceiling in a very difficult posture, "Isn't Yan Gou sick?"

It is the instinct of human beings to pursue beauty and beauties. I just obeyed the instinct.

"It's really eloquent, do you think I will believe it?"

This guy Aichuan is really not suitable for chatting, because I can't get rid of her because she is too powerful. It is the result of constant compromise to get acquainted with her. After all, my ancestors also knelt down for various reasons. This kind of weakness and Compromise was also passed on to me, and I was taught to do my best to survive until the jade was broken.

To live is to win.It is the creed of Jun Ito's clan.There are many contradictions with the family rules. For example, the No. 11 suzerain taught future generations to be loyal to the lord, but he himself betrayed his faith and participated in the signing of the "Kanagawa Treaty".I also took this opportunity to buy a large amount of land. At most, almost one-third of the land in Yokohama was owned by Jun Ito.

After all, it is a wealthy family.

We did not announce our names, but when we arrived at the station, he helped me get off with my luggage, and we parted.

The sense of loss is more in line with the mood of travel.

If the first meeting is by chance, the second time is probably fate, especially in this case.

I flung myself into his arms, smelling of earth and forest.

[The perspective of the mysterious man]

He got up at six o'clock in the morning, lay flat on the bed for 10 minutes before straightening his upper body, then opened the window and closed his eyes for 5 minutes to take a deep breath before starting the day's activities.

He has long planned to take a short trip. Although he loves his hometown deeply, his hometown has not been peaceful recently. He went to university in Kyoto and stayed in his hometown peacefully until the end of the summer vacation. He loves everything in his hometown.

A lot of dust accumulated in the room overnight, and he couldn’t stand the stolen goods. After putting on a turban mask and cleaning all the corners, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down and took out the nail clippers to cut the nails that had grown overnight, and scratched them again. Throw your heart into a jar.

Storing his nails in jars has been his habit for many years. It's good for people to have a little habit or two, just like some people like to watch skin flies squeezing old blackheads and stray dogs.

There has been a lot of turmoil in his hometown recently, and he felt a little relieved when he saw the extra patrolmen on the street.

"It's time to eat." His hardworking and kind old father made breakfast and called him out.

Before the dinner table, his father asked him if he had packed his luggage.

"Just for a few days."

"That needs to be cleaned up." The old father said incessantly.

It made him feel more at ease.

After his father helped him pack his luggage, he left his hometown and headed to Hokkaido. On the wobbly train, he met a woman who was young and looked like a high school student, but looked very mature.

"Where is your hometown?"

"Yokohama."

It's a pity that he only likes women from his hometown.Patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder always have this kind of attachment.

After getting off the car, he left without looking back. It is one of his habits not to have anything to do with women from other places.

God still favored him. After he was separated from the Yokohama girl by this lonely trip, he met a woman from his hometown who traveled alone.

He felt joy from the bottom of his heart.

So he and her part went on a three-day romantic trip in Hokkaido. Due to the weather, she soon gave off a bad smell, and he had to say goodbye to her.

In the forest like a forest of fireflies, he buried her under a thousand-year-old tree and left.

At the end of the forest is the dream bridge, he wants to see it.

At the end of the bridge, in the morning light, his Mona Lisa fell into his arms.

Like fate.

No, he can't betray the promise he made, and he won't get involved with women outside his hometown.

So he pushed her away indifferently, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

He still didn't ask her name, and said goodbye to her cruelly again, but he didn't think that it was this cruelty that made him, the eldest daughter of a clan with strict rules and regulations, deeply engrave his appearance in his heart.

It's like a certain writer once said, "Even if I am someone's first love, I may be ashamed and happy when I think about it."

He put down his pen and stuffed the diary into the drawer.

He just wants to live a peaceful life.

The author has something to say: 吉良吉影#(刚森山从内回)#It is inevitable that there is a smell of mud on the body.

As a person who wants to live a peaceful life, he has serious obsessive-compulsive disorder. This article assumes that he only cares about female fellows.

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【Known information】

Jun Tomie Ito

A first love with no beginning and no end appeared

Surprisingly it was him

Seems uninterested in western art

Love to read

It seems that the family background is not very innocent