〖Fuji〗 near Sakura Line

"March 3, Kyoto."

I was attending an author exchange meeting in Kyoto when I received a call from Kazuhiko Morikawa.To be honest, that exchange would be very annoying. There were only three newcomers including me. Not long after entering the arena, I noticed that some seniors were faintly ostracizing us.However, unlike the composure of the other two, I have never been a social favorite, and I can't handle this kind of situation at all. I will only be unnecessarily nervous and have cold hands and feet.

Kazuhiko Moriyama's call undoubtedly saved me from the dull atmosphere.Seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I quietly escaped from the venue with my mobile phone in hand, and stood under a tall cherry tree to call back Kazuhiko Moriyama.Forgot to say, he is my boyfriend.

"Where are you?" He asked at the beginning, which made me very surprised, because I clearly told him that I would come to the exchange meeting.But then he slowed down his tone and said, "Anyway, come back quickly, my parents want to see you."

"But I'm in Kyoto, and the author exchange meeting will end tomorrow, so I won't be able to go back until at least tomorrow night."

"Author exchange meeting?" He repeated in doubt, obviously not remembering such a thing.Then he asked irritably, "What about my parents?"

"Or can you entertain them to stay in the hotel for one night first?" I tentatively suggested an idea, but at the same time I couldn't hold back, and complained: "You should tell me in advance that your uncle and aunt are coming."

"I told you."

"you have not."

"I sure did."

"You really haven't."

I am very confident in my memory, which makes me wonder why the other party must be stubborn.A stalemate conversation is nothing more than two possibilities of silence or explosion, so I quarreled with Moriyama Kazuhiko on the phone afterwards.At first it was just trying to prove yourself right, then it turned into accusing each other, and slowly began to desperately find words to attack each other's weaknesses.He said that I live too much on my own, that I am a selfish ghost.And I, in order not to lose the wind, said that he was a coward who did not take responsibility.In the end, we didn't think about any basis at all, and we wanted to use all the vicious words in the world on each other, screaming hoarsely.

"Break up!" Moriyama Kazuhiko said angrily over there, "I've never seen a woman as bastard as you."

I was stunned for a second, and quickly took his words: "If you break up, break up, you are also the worst man I have ever seen."

After hanging up the phone, I checked the call time, 9 minutes and 47 seconds.Before this, Kazuhiko Moriyama and I were in love, and within 10 minutes we hated each other so badly, there was only a tiny distance between love and not love.

I sighed, and at the same time, the pink and white cherry blossom petals fell one after another. I realized that there were flowers rushing towards my face, and I closed my eyes subconsciously, and inappropriately remembered the flowering forecast I checked a week ago.The forecast said that the cherry blossoms in Kyoto would be in full bloom today, but the actual full bloom date was three days ago.So when I came here full of expectations, what I encountered was a boring exchange meeting, an inexplicable breakup, and a vigorous and extremely sad falling flower.

Isn't it worth laughing at such a hypocritical self?I bent the corner of my mouth, trying to pull out a smile, but at this moment I heard the "click" of the shutter being pressed nearby, I turned my head subconsciously, and then saw that person.

He moved the camera held in front of his face a little, revealing his brows and eyes frowned with a bright smile: "I'm sorry, because I think your profile is very good-looking, so I took a snapshot out of professional habits."

Is the pretty side face really talking about me?It's kind of unbelievable.I nodded at him to show that I didn't mind.On the one hand, being praised by strangers is indeed something to be happy about. On the other hand, my accurate intuition tells me that although I said "I'm sorry" with a sincere face, if it is more serious, I hope he will delete it. He probably wouldn't agree with the photo.

"Well, do you want to take a look?" The man pointed the camera in his hand at me, "You in the eyes of a stranger."

His voice was low and soft, and I felt that I must have been bewitched before I really walked over to him.But just as he was about to call out the photo, I pressed his hand and said, "Forget it. It's good to leave a little more room for imagination and expectation."

"Is that so?" He laughed out loud, and I suddenly realized that my behavior was a bit out of line, so I quickly retracted my hand and straightened my hair uncomfortably, but the man kept staring at me, and under his gaze I felt more and more embarrassed, and when I was about to find an excuse to leave quickly, the man said first: "Don't move."

He raised one hand, fiddled with my hair a few times, and then smiled and showed me the cherry blossom petals in his palm. "Girls should be more concerned about this, right?"

I want to thank him really well, really.But when I saw his warm smiling face, my mind went blank, and my tears flowed uncontrollably.

That person was a little bit astonished, but unexpectedly he didn't leave me alone. He stood in front of me all the time, and didn't say empty comforting words like "don't cry", but silently blocked the occasional prying eyes of passers-by for me. On that basis I decided that he was a good man worth getting acquainted with.

After another 10 minutes, I not only cried to my heart's content, but also ran to the ramen alley with that person.

"Then I said, 'With your skills, you must be able to write super popular travel letters just by flipping through geographical magazines'. Then I turned around and walked away. I guess that person must be looking at me from behind haha. "While I was complaining to that person about the people I met at the exchange meeting, I habitually picked up the vinegar bottle and began to add vinegar to the bowl.After adding almost half a bottle of vinegar, I was a little dazed.I remember when I first started dating, I also ate ramen with Moriyama Kazuhiko, and I also added a lot of vinegar to the bowl like now.Kazuhiko Moriyama also joked that if I am so jealous, his life must be very difficult in the future.But before seeing the expected future, we separated.

I quickly raised my hand to wipe away the fresh tears on my face, but was surprised to find that the person sitting opposite me had added a lot of mustard to the bowl. "Is this still edible?" I couldn't help pointing at his ramen and asked.

He didn't speak, but smiled and pointed to the ramen that I crazily added vinegar to.

Embarrassed, I pulled the ramen bowl towards me, but the man pushed the wasabi jar towards me: "Do you want to try this?"

His expression was so sincere that I was a little moved, so I added two spoonfuls of wasabi, which I hadn't tasted much before, into the ramen bowl. After mixing, the ramen soup completely turned into a strange color.I stared at it for a while, couldn't help laughing, and then, as a courtesy, I also pushed the vinegar bottle to the other side: "Then, do you want to try this?"

The man shook his head: "Slightly... because this is a bit of a bad memory, so I'll forget it."

What, I thought I would get a comrade who was jealous together.I curled my lips, picked up a pair of chopsticks and swallowed the ramen. Unexpectedly, the mustard was too strong. I was caught off guard and quickly raised my left hand to pinch my nose, but tears still fell out.Regardless of politeness, I reached out to the man in a panic, and the man put the tissue in my palm almost immediately.I wiped away my tears little by little, and I don't know how many times I am thankful that I don't have the habit of wearing makeup.After I took care of myself again, I realized that the person sitting across from me had been looking at me with a smile on his hands, and my face suddenly became hot.Although the relationship with the other party has developed into a complaint, I am still embarrassed to be seen by someone who has known me for less than half an hour.Although I am always ridiculed by my friends for being too nervous, I am also somewhat self-conscious about being a woman.

"Well, the ramen is going to be cold." Picking up the chopsticks again, I extended an invitation to that person.Not just to ease the embarrassment, but because I also want to see him embarrassed when he eats ramen with a lot of wasabi.

I was fooled, so I hope that others will step into the same trap. I was taken aback by the sudden dark thoughts, but the other party picked up the noodles without knowing it.

Nothing happened.

No tears were shed, no nose pinching, no ugliness.

While disappointed, I also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.To be honest, that person is very handsome, and I am not ready for the disillusionment of watching him cry.

The man chuckled: "Aren't you a little disappointed now?"

"Where, where!"

"It's normal to be disappointed," the man said with a smile. "I also like to see others cry when they eat mustard. Conversely, in order to prevent others from finding this kind of pleasure in me, I just need to change It’s good to be able to eat wasabi.”

I was amused by him: "What's the reason to eat wasabi?" That being said, I followed his example and picked up the ramen and tried to devour it. In the end, I couldn't tell whether it was wasabi tears or sad tears.Whatever it is.I thought angrily, and was surprised to find that I was slowly getting used to the taste of mustard.

"By the way, I forgot to ask your name." I raised my head and looked at the person opposite.

He smiled and answered me: "Well, my name is Fuji Shusuke, how about you?"

"My name is Miku Yoshizawa."

None of us spoke for a while.After a while, he was the first to break the silence: "We know each other like this, right?"

Yes, we already know each other.The relationship lost two hours ago is filled by a new relationship. Life is to keep moving forward, and there is no need to be entangled in a certain point.

When they walked out of the ramen shop together, the wind blew over, bringing countless tiny cherry blossom petals onto their faces. "It's disgusting. It's rare to come to Kyoto but miss Mankai." I complained casually.

"Are the cherry blossoms in Arashiyama starting to bloom?" the man asked.

"Probably..." I said vaguely.In fact, I don't care about the cherry blossoms in Arashiyama.

"But aren't the cherry blossoms in Maizuru in full bloom? If we go there now, we can enjoy the cherry blossoms in full bloom."

"Eh? Go now?" I was really taken aback by his proposal, but after thinking about it, I made a new decision, "That's not bad. As for the exchange meeting or something, let it die."

The man smiled and said, "Then, let's go buy tickets."

"We?" I repeated his words, but he gave a firm answer with a gentle smile, "Yes, it's us."

Half an hour later we were on the limited express train bound for Maizuru.

"In order not to continue to miss, try to catch up with the cherry blossom front."

I'm not an immature kid to deceive, but I want to believe him.