Congratulations to the king of the net for capturing a genius

更新时间2015-5-511：52：57字数：2547

After Tezuka returned from Denmark to Hamburg, Germany, Tezuka had a brief talk with him.The brown-haired man with a cold expression looked at him with some disapproval: "No two, you should be more cautious."

And he could only take a breath and smile and nod.He understood what Tezuka meant—now that he didn't have enough strength and independent ability to face possible things after coming out, so he had to be more cautious and properly hide.It's just painful for those who love each other.

Although we came together and stayed together for a few days, after all, the itinerary plans are different, and it is difficult for the two families to get together in time and destination, so within two days, the Fuji family said goodbye to the Tezuka family and prepared Start a new journey.Fuji made a special call to ask about Yukimura's arrangement - if possible, he also wanted to spend more time with Seiki.Yukimura said that the transfer to Denmark is probably over, and he wants to go to the Czech Republic next.

When Fuji was having dinner at night, he seemed to mention it unintentionally. Speaking of that strange place, the blue light in his eyes was so soft that it was almost lingering.Yuta's parents were busy discussing whether to go, and only Yumiko could see the sudden throbbing in his eyes.

Yumiko's beautiful eyes paused slightly on Fuji's face, and her fingers painted with exquisite nail polish seemed to nod on the Tarot cards inadvertently.

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"Jingshi, see you in Prague."

On the other end of the receiver is a young man with a low and hoarse voice, but with an indescribable sex.Sensational voice.

Lying on the bed, I chatted with Yukimura in the dark, and asked him why the Czech Republic was more prosperous, simple, romantic, and innocent...

Yukimura laughed in a low voice, he said Zhou Zhu, because it was old, small, chaotic, and warm.Ambiguous, delicate, soft, with endless mist and a trance that never wakes up.

—I'll take you to see the Vltava River.

Yukimura said that the rare softness of his voice, like a piece of velvet, reminded him of the velvet revolution that took place in that country. It was peaceful and gentle, but it was a revolution after all.

In the darkness, Yukimura stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, and the moonlight outside the window cast coolly in, reflecting his slender and powerful fingers pale.The lover's gradually confused nasal voice and slow breathing came from the receiver, Yukimura smiled silently, carefully and gently whispered into the phone: "Zhou Zhu, good night and sweet dreams, I love you."

The breath on the other side is as long as a peaceful lullaby.

—May you have me in your dreams.

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Prague, Czech Republic.

Some people say that the Czech Republic is so small that there is only one city, Prague.

When I arrived in the Czech Republic with my family in the evening, I left the station alone, saying that I just wandered around and wanted to take some pictures of the scenery.The family members of children who are too smart and sensible are often at ease, so they successfully walked to the street without any obstacles.The same goes for Yukimura.

During the day, the Charles Bridge is full of tourists, but in the evening, it is quite peaceful. There are groups of European girls with seaweed-like hair laughing and passing by, and the cotton skirts are blowing the night wind. .

Fuji saw Yukimura at the head of the bridge, the boy's slightly curly hair was playfully played by the night wind, floating in a soft and curved arc.He stood there looking up in one direction, and following his gaze, it was a statue, an exquisite cross, with the crucified Jesus curled up on it.

The thick purple-gray clouds are swallowing up the floating light of the sky little by little. The vision on both sides is excellent here, and the halo of the horizon and the gradient of colors can be fully captured.The last afterglow of the sun before the night is cool, indifferent orange. It is very weird to say that, but it is really like this when it falls on the face.Fuji looked at that ray of floating light rubbing on Yukimura's face, and kissed that delicate and unparalleled face affectionately and lovingly.He was wearing the simplest white T-shirt, his shoulder blades were slightly protruding, and the slightly undulating curve of his back gave him a strange temptation (.) in his eyes.

"Hi, Jingshi."

Fuji walked over to call him, Yukimura turned his face and moved simply, behind him was a vast and thick color, the boy's brows and eyes were light and sharp, but there was a little smile in an instant.

Yukimura raised his hand to hold Fuji's arm to pull him closer, and pointed to both sides of the bridge with his other hand: "I've seen it in the art book before, but the real thing is still more beautiful."

"These are replicas."

"Well, the original is in the museum."

Bu Er didn't say anything anymore, and carefully looked at each statue in the past - this world-famous bridge is only 520 meters long, but there are thirty statues of saints on both sides.This is the oldest bridge in Europe. It was built in 1357, or in other words, at 1357:7 on July 9, 5-31. This is the insistence of the people of Prague, who believe that palindrome can make the bridge the most stable.

The most famous statue here is the eighth, St. John - it is the model for St. John's statues all over the world and is the guardian of the bridge.There is a legend that St. John was thrown over the Charles Bridge and drowned, but it is not known if it is true.

Yukimura held Fuji's hand, fingers intertwined, and walked from one end of the bridge to the other, silently and piously.Looking at his face blurred by the gradually darkening sky, I somehow remembered the most famous song "My Motherland" by Smetana in my mind. It seems to be here, the song of the Vltava River The water collides with the musician's soul.

——Did the musicians and poets at that time also have such silent and solemn eyes that were almost pious?

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On the bridge, I bought a pair of small puppets wearing local traditional costumes, one for each person.

Yukimura laughed at the end of the bridge: "I have wanted to walk this bridge for a long time, and finally I have fulfilled a wish."

"Because of Kafka?" The Jew took this city and this bridge as the cradle of his life.

"No, because of Charles IV."

Buer was stunned for a moment and chuckled: "Jingshi really likes Prague."

"Well, I'm also very surprised." Although it's not my favorite, I like it enough to become a must-visit place in my life.

"Hey, Jingshi wait for me."

Yukimura stood aside, looking at the camera in front of his eyes, and then adjusted the angle, height, and aperture of the objective lens little by little...

And the last ray of sunshine in the sky will be swallowed up by the clouds.

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After watching the Charles Bridge, the two of them walked slowly along the bank of the Vltava River. Yukimura bought Turkish black tea and stuffed it in a second-hand bag.The evening wind was a bit chilly, but neither of them wore much clothes. Fortunately, they were regular exercisers and teenagers, with strong firepower, so they didn't feel cold.

Fuji was biting the straw and drinking casually, his fingers gripping Yukimura's fingers tightly.

No one in this city knows them, and few people who pass by have strange expressions on them. There are only a few wheat-haired lolis holding their mother's hand and passing by, with big eyes full of curiosity. He hurriedly pulled the child closer to him, and then gave the two of them an apologetic and slightly shy smile.

Bu Er returned a gentle smile.

It's so good, walking down the street holding my lover's hand, no one feels weird or disgusting, even if there is, they are restrained and careful, not to disturb them.Maybe it is also possible in Japan, but familiar people in familiar cities have subconscious pressure. Once they are met by acquaintances, it may bring new troubles and troubles to explain. Tired and puzzled.

The light of the street lamp has no temperature, but the orange color gives people the illusion of warmth.

Yukimura pulled Fuji into the shadow of the lamp, raised his head with one hand, and pressed his face down.The moment the tongue entangled with each other stirred up the sweetness of the faint black tea.The warm and delicate kiss conveyed warm and soft emotions to each other.

"Come back later." Fuji said this without end, but Yukimura laughed.

"Okay, later."

Later, perhaps near or far later.circle you.

Always together, there will be a future.

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(The author has something to say: This chapter is a bit of a stream of consciousness, readers who are a little dizzy, sorry~~ It is a tribute to an author I like very much. Her writing accompanied me through the most painful time of the college entrance examination. She I like Prague very much, and I fell in love with this place that I have never met. In the center of Europe, there is not much war but a place that is squeezed and has an inexplicable sense of fragmentation. After meeting the parents, Fujimura is a little bit sweet even if it is sweet. I always feel that this is the most suitable time for them to come to Prague.)