The blackening value is being cleared

When he was eight years old, Nakahara accidentally saw Shirase flipping through old comics, and later realized that it was "Shounen Jump" published in 2004.

Shirase was just looking at each other, and suddenly felt that his back was being stared at, and when he looked up, he saw Chuya's husky eyes: "Do you want to see?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also quite embarrassed: "I can only understand pictures."

Shirase let out a cry, and threw the book away: "Then I'll teach you the fifty-syllabary chart, and after you learn it, you can find a branch to copy Chinese characters." He was complacent, "I know two hundred Chinese characters, the most among sheep. "

"After you learn it, you can read it."

The slums in Yokohama have no schools at all, and the literacy rate among street children is less than 20.00%. The children in Yangli all know hiragana and katakana, and one of them has attended elementary school for three years.

After learning pinyin and Chinese characters, Zhongyuanzhong also burst out with extraordinary interest in reading. He collected books from the junk pile and learned how to use dictionaries without a teacher.

It was perhaps one of the choices he was most thankful for - he often thought so when he was in that person's presence.

……

An Helong also likes Xiangxue's children.

After eating rice balls, miso soup, and Chikuzen cooking, he began to teach Nakahara Chuya, the content of which was intensive on basic mathematics and literature.

"Aren't Shirase and Yuxing coming today?" The first time I met Nakahara Chuya, he was accompanied by two children. The blackening value of the three of them was different. The lowest was Yuxing, only 7, and Nakahara Chuya. It was also 11, and Shirase had the highest blackening value at 42.

All three of them appeared together in the previous class.

"They...have other things to do." Zhong also said vaguely. In fact, the two who were sitting impatiently went to play games, and he was embarrassed to tell An and Longye.Out of some unknown thoughts, he didn't stop the two from blatantly sneaking away.

Teacher Anhe is the most knowledgeable person he has ever met. The man has a subtle temperament, which is different from other adults in the slums.

Long turned around to pick up the book noncommittally, and Zhongyuan Zhong also opened the old schoolbag and spread out the neatly written notebook.

The literary content was carefully selected by him. During the novice protection period, he discovered that the writers in the real world had disappeared in history. Instead, there was a young man named Zhongyuan Zhongya in this slum.Kunikida Doppo's name can be found on the Internet, and he is a mathematics student at a certain university.After a search, only haiku writers like "Matsuo Basho" slipped through the net, and today I'm going to talk about Basho's haiku.

"The vegetation is deep in the long summer, and the samurai leaves traces of dreams." Ryuya said, "It's a haiku in Basho's "Oshu Koji". He wrote this sentence in Hiraizumi, the second largest city in the Heian-kyo era, and also the source of Minamoto Yoshitsune. Where he died, there are ruins of ancient battlefields everywhere in the city, walking along the stone path in front of Yijing Hall, the path is surrounded by wisteria flowers."

He told Zhongyuan Chuya about his experience of going to Hiraizumi to pay homage to the ruins of the ancient battlefield when he was a student.

"This haiku is translated into a Chinese poem, 'The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are here, and the city is full of spring grass and trees'." He asked, "Have you ever read Chinese poetry, Mr. Zhongye?"

"No, no."

Chu also pursed his lips, not wanting to admit his ignorance in front of the respected teacher, but he couldn't say anything else, so he lowered his head in embarrassment and stared at the page.

An Helong also took out a collection of poems that he had prepared earlier and put them in front of Zhongyuan Zhongye: "You can go back and have a look, many haikus are made of Chinese poems, and the works handed down from the Heian-kyo era are also mixed with many allusions from the Tang Dynasty. Sinology background is the basis for in-depth study of national literature.”

After that, he told the story of Minamoto Yoshitsune and Benkei in detail, saying that Minamoto Yoshitsune once conquered the world for his brother Minamoto Yoshitomo and was betrayed.

"If you give wholeheartedly, you may not get anything, and sometimes you will be stabbed in the back." Long also pointed out something.

[Central Plains Zhongye blackening value +1]

He pursed his lips, did not speak, and his expression was a little gloomy.

As if he didn't hear the beep, Long Ye continued to ask: "Do you know why I said the Minamoto Yoshitsune?"

"Because he is a household name in history and the source of many legends?"

"Not only that." An Helong also nodded, "He has a rough life experience, strong martial arts, and a smart mind. In my eyes, there are too many similarities with him."

He looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, his ocher red hair covered his small ears, red marks were looming, reflected through a thin layer of skin, Zhongyuan Zhong also always pretended to be serious, his lips were tightly pressed, but he couldn't help it. Stay up and draw a crescent moon.

"Hey?!"

Ah, my face is red.

"You're one of the most upright people I've ever met, Chuya."

"Benevolence and righteousness, loyalty and courage, integrity, and observance of propriety." He said softly, "Like a flower of justice blooming on the ruins."

"I hope you can keep your heart, be more diligent, have a strategy like Minamoto Yoshitsune, and have a bright future that is completely different from his."

[Central Plains Favorability +10]

Even the fingertips were red and trembling, the sweat on the palms could almost wet the handwriting that hadn't dried up, and the compliments without expression made people dizzy.

For the first time, he knew that someone had such great expectations of him.

……

It took more than an hour to give the lecture to Chuya Zhongyuan, and the time in the game was kept in sync with the real time. Long also thought that the progress was pushed a lot today, so he turned off the lights and went offline.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, Japan time, and he has the habit of exercising at night. He spreads out the yoga mat and turns on the TV to listen to today's news rebroadcast.

The news station is a local channel in Tokyo. Except for major international events, the scope of coverage covers the nearby Yokohama, Kanagawa, and Saitama counties. Because of its superior geographical location and loose policies, Yokohama ranks first in terms of economy.

Long Ye listened to the report while exercising his back. After a while, a thin layer of sweat covered his flexible skin.

"Mr. Francis, a well-known American entrepreneur and the chief shareholder of the group, visited Yokohama. The Beluga airship hovered over Tokyo Bay, attracting thousands of citizens to watch..."

After finishing three sets of push-ups, the phone rang jingling. When I picked it up, I saw that it was an overseas call.

"Hello, this is Anhe."

"Ryuya!" It's very strange for a foreigner to speak Japanese with his tongue straight, but fortunately, the other party only insisted on calling his name before switching to familiar Italian, "How are you, how are you?"

"Thanks to Auntie, it's not bad."

It's three or four in the afternoon in Italy.

It was his mother's younger sister who called. Ann and Longye's parents died in a car accident when he was in junior high school. His mother was Italian and his father was Japanese. Longye inherited the black hair and black eyes of Asians, and his figure was relatively small. Foreigners are taller, and their facial features are as delicate as those of mixed race.

After the death of his mother, Long Ye had more frequent contact with his aunt, who was a passionate Italian beauty who cared for him very much. He even spent time in Italy during high school, and the contact became less frequent until he became an adult.

After talking about the recent life and work situation, the aunt got to the point, and it turned out that she was talking about Long Ye's cousin Bailan Jesso.

Bailan Jesso is the only son of my aunt. She married a gang member in Sicily.

"Bai Lan's school happens to be on Easter holiday. This kid insists on going to Japan for a cultural research assignment. Can you help me look after him for a while?"

For cultural investigations, places such as the ancient city of Pompeii and the Cathedral of Pisa are often selected. The ancient city of Kyushu in Japan and the Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto are all very good. An Helong also thought that some Europeans are obsessed with Japanese culture. Can meet foreigners with deep eyes and high nose.

Long Ye naturally agreed, "No problem."

"Then I'll send you the ticket information later, please, Long Ye."

The ticket information was quickly transmitted to Long Ye's mobile phone. Aunt Jesso's actions, no, it should be said that Bai Lan bought the ticket very early and landed at Narita Airport in three days. He has no special arrangements recently and can drive to pick up his cousin.

Long Ye was more than ten years younger than him. When Long Ye’s parents had an accident, Bai Lan was still a small bean. If I insist on saying something, he was so addicted to sweets that he died when he was six years old because he ate too much cotton candy. Four cavities.

Should be a good boy, right?

……

It's true that the dragon is offline, but the time in the game is still going on.

Shirase shuttled between the alleys with Yuxing, and looked back to see the hazy darkness. In the past, residents would light a bottle of orange lamp in the narrow shed, like the chirping of cicadas in summer and the sound of fireflies at night.

Recently, not only has no one lit the lamps, but fewer people dare to go out after the sun goes down.

Youxing was a little apprehensive: "Let's go back, last week An Huimei bumped into the gangster's deal and got silenced."

"Huh? You are the one who said you want to play games, and you are the one who wants to go back." Shirase didn't have the intention to back down, "I'll be there soon, a new electric house opened in the warehouse area on the other side of the river."

Youxing wanted to grab the hem of his clothes, but she walked too fast, and she didn't catch it: "Think about it, it's not bad to go to class with Zhongya, Teacher Anhe said that he can make Chikuzen boiled, isn't it better than dry bread? "

Shirase became even more irritable, and kicked away the stones on the side of the road: "Don't you hate reading the most, not to mention—" he dragged his voice, "That guy only cares about Zhongye, obviously I taught his pinyin, learning It can't be compared to, ah, the omnipotent Chuya Chuya, the studious Chuya Chuya, the powerful Chuya Chuya."

"Chuya is so lucky, you can get everything easily."

Youxing walked silently across the bridge connecting the two banks of the river. She seemed to have touched Shirase's rotten and sore emotions buried in her heart, but she was too afraid to open the sore and expose it to the air.

The electric house was opened very wide, and the flashing neon lights illuminated a third of the river. Shirase came here twice, exchanged the game currency familiarly, and then led Yuxing to the dancing machine.

The Dancing Machine records are all popular songs, and the latest trend is Japanese classical music mixed with electronic music, from which Shirase can distinguish the sound of the newly learned shamisen.

Shirase frowned on one side of his brow, and only cut once after thinking about it for a long time.He stepped heavily on the rhythm, as if venting his manic emotions, the red and blue light reflected on his expressionless face.

That idiot of Chuya is giggling in front of An He right now?

From the moment they first met, he understood that the man was in two worlds with them.

Shirase thought, he was a sewer rat, and An He was covered with a layer of shining sun.

"Everything you do is a waste of time." Shirase said coldly, the corners of his mouth raised wantonly full of sarcasm, "Or do you want the protection of sheep? It's enough to please Nakaya alone."

An Helong also squatted down, looked at Shirase at the same level, and said softly, "I never thought about it that way."

"All the time spent on you is worth it, Shirase-kun."

His full name is Shirase Tetsu, but few people can directly call him by name, Shirase rejects the intimacy behind the name.

"I've always believed that you can get out of the mud and be a better person."

His eyes were like deep pools Shirase couldn't see through.

【Shirose Tetsu favorability +5】