Summer of Fireflies

Eat milk cake batter ice cream, want to combine the taste~”

"...We are in Rome now, Rome!" Where do you want me to get you Nishimori's specialty ice cream?Even if it takes several hours to fly now, right?My eyebrows twitched at the right time, and seeing someone puff up their face in dissatisfaction, I stroked his hair and said softly, "Hey, if you want to eat ice cream, wait a few more days." I can make that kind of ice cream. False, the problem is that there are no ready-made materials for me to make it.

"After taking the medicine now, you should sleep well." I patted his head, and Bai Lanlian took the lead to stick to me. He hugged my head and acted sweetly, "I don't want ice cream anymore, Lisa, you Go and buy me ten packs... No, I want to buy fifty packs of marshmallows, you said that if I am sick, you will agree to any request, Sarah, Lisa, go quickly, I am here waiting for you to come back~" Someone smiled and pushed me, and waved merrily with his paws.

Me: "..." All of a sudden, there was a urge to simply let him die in the cotton candy kingdom and never come back again.

I forgot when it started, the little love for Bailan gradually turned into a deep love that permeates daily life, and this pure love was finally ruthlessly suppressed by reality after I knew all the truth It was beaten to pieces, and finally faded away slowly with the passage of time.

Pure love cannot withstand hardships, this is the ultimate truth in life.

As time goes by, the feeling of love may disappear in my heart, but the pain left behind will always exist, unless I want to forget that pain.

July 7th is not a special day. It is exactly five months since I met Bai Lan.

In the past five months, it feels like a time flies by, and a time feels like a slow time.

"At the intersection of XXX Park Street at 5:00 this afternoon, I have something to tell you. From: Luo Hua"

thing?Early in the morning, I received a text message from Director Luo Huaxue. I filtered all the conjectures in my brain, but I still couldn't think of what Senior Luo Hua wanted to tell me.

The last time I invited Senior Luo Hua to drink milk tea, we exchanged mobile phone numbers, but I remember that I haven’t seen him since that day, let alone the fact that he actually sent me a text message today. I can’t help but I wonder if someone borrowed Senior Luo Hua's mobile phone to play a prank on me.

"What's the matter, frowning?" Bai Lan approached with a smile, and I slapped his hand pinching my nose away, "Look." I showed Bai Lan the text message on my phone for reference, and Bai Lan stared at the deep text on my screen. The gloomy expression seemed to be full of thoughts.

"Maybe your senior wants to confess to you~" he told me in a half-joking tone.

"I'm telling you something serious, don't make fun of me!" I couldn't help but glared at him, saying that I can count the number of times I have met senior Luo Hua on my fingers, such a restrained campus idol would I confess?Unless the comet really hits the earth.

"Then Lisa, will you go in the afternoon?" He stared at me for a moment.

I thought about it carefully and replied: "I should go. After all, he is also my senior. It seems unreasonable not to go." What's more, I still owe him a favor that I haven't paid back.

Bai Lan's eyes instantly turned sad, "Lisa, you and your senior are going on a date in the afternoon, what if I can't help being jealous?" He hugged me tightly.

"...I said it's not a date anymore!" My eyebrows twitched, but...someone was jealous, which meant that I was a little happy. "I'll be back soon." Frowning and resting my head on his shoulder, I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him back, Bai Lan's hair made my ears itch.

Back home after class at noon, I happened to pass by a flower shop on the way, and Bai Lan dragged me into the flower shop, which was called "Want to Buy Flowers for His Old Friend".

"Old friend?" I didn't understand, because I didn't know much about Bai Lan, so it was impossible for me to know who the old friend he was referring to was, so I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he handed the name to the florist. He smiled and pinched my nose, "It's for a man, and Lisa knows that man." After a pause, he continued Added: "Today is a very good day~" The rippling laughter is meaningful.

I pouted and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't send flowers to other women, it would be fine.

When she left the flower shop, Bai Lan's eyes seemed to rest on a pot of yellow flower plants. The yellow petals were in bud, which looked like a taro.

April [-] birthday flower, also called "Gentlemen and Ladies", belongs to the taro family and is a perennial plant that grows naturally in Central Europe.

"If you like it, just buy a pot." I took his hand, anyway, I have several pots of flowers and plants in my house, so it doesn't matter if there are more pots.

"Does Lisa know what the flower language of the April [-]th birthday flower is?"

"Is there any special meaning?"

"No~"

"Will you buy the flowers?"

"I won't buy it~"

In the end, I was dragged away by Bai Lan. I obviously liked the April [-]th birthday flower but I didn’t buy it. I feel that Bai Lan is a bit inexplicable today.

In the morning we were as intimate as other couples, and in the afternoon I went to Bailan's department to find him, and I wanted to give him a surprise, but unexpectedly I ran into him kissing an Italian woman passionately, I clutched my chest and hid in the corner of the wall, my heart beating chaotically, as if struck by lightning.

In fact, the distance between heaven and hell is only a thin line

The author has something to say: I came back and updated (∩_∩). If it works, the next chapter may not be written in Jiangzi. The content is still new, but the title of the chapter will be the same as the one above.

Originally, I wanted to end the episode in one chapter, but I accidentally wrote too much, so I can only read it in two chapters hahaha~

35. Paradise Lost

The author has something to say: Can I say that I don’t update because I’m stuck? Tears, the tragedy is that I’m not only stuck, but also always want to open new pits, Wang Wang + black and blue new pits, no If there is an accident, I will write Tongdan (∩_∩) and return to the plot in the next chapter.

So, the text is here:

The light orange light interweaves in the air. In the silent Roman Forum, occasionally a Lapp car slowly drives past the fountain, startling a group of white pigeons that are pecking on the ground.

I looked up at the clear blue sky above the fountain, and the white doves flew in a line. I lowered my head and compared the sketches on my sketch paper. The black and white lines carved the three-dimensional and vivid things on the square into the painting. The moving cars, the startled white pigeons, the gurgling fountain, and the man sitting next to the fountain with his head bowed and plucking the Tsugaru shamisen form a picture.

Staring at my painting for three seconds, I lowered my head and wanted to get the paints under the easel. There were paints of various colors in the box. I hesitated and chose to paint the blue color of the sky first, and waited until most of the colors in the painting were finished. , the dazzling light is approaching dusk.

Only the man who played the shamisen remained.

I looked up to see the person sitting beside the fountain playing the piano quietly. He was wearing black sunglasses, a gray shirt and blue trouser bottoms. His slender five fingers were plucking the three strings in his hand one after another, and his lips were white. One piece and one piece together, the singing voice is low and hoarse, the tune is clear and graceful, I can see from the side, he is staring intently at the shamisen in his hand through the glass eyes, as if staring at his most beloved lover.

The hand holding the gray paint paused while drawing the affectionate expression of the man staring at the shamisen. The picture I saw this afternoon forcibly broke into my mind, disturbing my thoughts like a sea.

"Lisa, what's the matter with you? I'm always absent-minded today." The man heard the sound of the paintbrush falling to the ground and turned to stare at me. Through the thick black sunglasses, even if he couldn't see his eyes, he could still feel the pain from the past. The care that seeps out from under the sunglasses.

"It's nothing." I took a breath, bent down to pick up the paintbrush that fell on the floor, and put it back into the paint box.The man playing the shamisen is called Amu, a Japanese wandering entertainer I met in Rome. Because he can play the shamisen well, he often comes to this square to play music for passers-by.

"You have something on your mind." He said firmly.

I grabbed my paintbrush and remained silent.

Amu is a friend I met in my sophomore year, because my major is related to painting design. When I am in a bad mood, I always like to go here to find Amu and listen to him play the shamisen. Occasionally, I will bring myself Sitting here with his easel, he plays his piano, and I paint my paintings. Sometimes there are many guests who come to listen to Amu play the piano, and sometimes I am the only one of his guests.

I have known Amu for two years, and I know nothing about him except that he is called Amu and that he likes to play the shamisen. Amu is the same, he knows nothing about me except my name, but surprisingly, we A friend of art and soul.

"Want to listen to music?" He didn't ask me what happened.

I nodded and cleaned up the easel, not in the mood to draw any more figures.

"What song do you want to hear?" He asked again.

"It's up to you." I waved my hand indifferently.

"Then 'Zhenmingge－しずめうた'." He lowered his head and began to fiddle with his beloved shamisen, with a sandy voice:

Golden（こんじき）の波ゆらす

swaying golden light waves

time crossing ru wandering people

people who pass time and wander

永き旅路の果て

end of a long journey

hui ku yue へ to huan ru

return in bright moonlight

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"Town Life Song－しずめうた－", lyrics by Takizawa Kazuru, [-]