[Black Basket] Lonely Garden

Leaving the open space where entertainers gathered, Akashi returned to the hotel and took a simple shower in the public bath at the back.

After rinsing, he lifted the warm curtain printed with the words "Men's Soup", and the steaming mist immediately made the surroundings hazy.Shaking his head, he walked out from the inside, and when he passed the atrium shrouded in the bright white moonlight, he found a person sitting there.Looking through the gap between the wet and tangled locks of forehead hair, he locked the identity of the young man casually leaning on the bamboo chair——

Not surprisingly, it was the artist surnamed Shi.

The other party obviously also noticed Akashi, he folded up Erlang's legs, closed the book spread on his lap, and smiled as if paying tribute to Akashi.

"Mr. Shi is very interested, but you should pay attention to reading under the moon, don't let the moonlight dazzle your eyes." Akashi was very disapproving of reading and writing in a dim environment, which would damage eyesight. Under the bean-yellow light cast by the oil lamp, he reminded him, "Why don't you go back to your room to have a look?"

The entertainer repeatedly rejected his kindness: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way." After a while, he smiled helplessly: "The people in the room are snoring, eating supper, it's absolutely impossible to read a book quietly. opportunity."

"Then why not save it until tomorrow morning."

"How embarrassing. Mr. Akashi's generosity to lend me this book is already a great trust. How can I keep a shy face and delay the return deadline again and again?"

"The greatest value of a book is that it can be read by others. Mr. Shi likes this book so much, he might as well keep it by his side for a few more days. It doesn't matter to me."

As Akashi said, the greatest value of a book is its content, not its selling price, and how expensive can a book be?As long as he wants to say hello, someone will respectfully put a large stack of books on the desk.The reason why it was a loan, not a gift, was because he subconsciously wanted to learn more about Sheng Shuzi from the male artist through this interactive process of borrowing and repaying.

"Then respect is worse than obedience-thank you very much."

The artist thanked him in his mouth, and his fingertips lingered over the hard cover of the book on his lap, and finally stopped on the raised gilt characters. "In the Lazy Man's Paradise" written by the German critical writer Heinrich Mann has sharp strokes and agitated language. It is indeed a good work, but for some reason it is not as well-known as his younger brother. Oh...Mr. Akashi's reading range is so wide , should also know his younger brother, Thomas Mann?"

Famous realist writer, Nobel Prize winner.Akashi, who has developed a reading habit since elementary school, is naturally familiar with it.

"When I was studying in Tokyo, except for the required courses, I spent the whole day in the library of the school in a serious manner. Thanks to the rich collection of books in Tokyo University, I was also fortunate to read several books by Man Works that have not been published in China. Then, may I ask another question, Mr. Akashi, have you read "Death in Venice"?"

Die in Venice?

The plot and characters of this book are... I only vaguely remember an encounter between an elder and a beautiful boy with blond curly hair on the coast of Venice.However, it is enough to remember these.

A thought flashed through Akashi's mind, he was startled, and once again, stared at the artist's face with scrutiny.

The artist's brows seemed to curl and close, and his eyes were empty, as if he had already understood everything, and it seemed that he just mentioned it inadvertently: "...No, it's nothing."

The entertainer didn't say it clearly, and he didn't mean to go on, but Akashi understood.With an uneasy expression on his face, he said "Excuse me", and then walked back to the room with heavy steps.

Before entering the room, the ringing of the mobile phone has been poured into the ear.

He reached out to lift the hair on his forehead that blocked his front view, moved his steps, and brushed back his half-dry hair, while standing still in front of the bedside table, and picked up the vibrating mobile phone.

The caller is Toyotomi Kaori.

Seeing the caller clearly, his lips were quietly pursed, locked into a line, and full again with the sound of unlocking the key.Lifting the phone to answer, the voice from the thin lips was so flat that there were no ups and downs——

— as if those emotions hadn't gone bad.

"It's me, Akashi."

"Ah Zheng, you were so late, what were you busy with just now?"

"I was taking a bath just now."

"So you're taking a shower... I'm worried, but you're out alone, so I can't stop worrying about you."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

After that, there was a lengthy routine-like conversation.

"that……"

Several times, Akashi wanted to explain the girl to her, but he couldn't say a simple sentence like "I met a little girl here".The words twirled on the tip of the tongue before they were all swallowed into the stomach again.

Kaori, what did she do wrong...she didn't do anything wrong.

Why put a burden on her?

He and his girlfriend grew up together as childhood sweethearts, so it doesn't matter if they are familiar with each other.But when we really started to communicate frequently, it dates back to high school.

He always knew that Kaori liked him, and for him, he even got admitted to a business school that he was not good at, and maybe he didn't like.

Exhausted, he was lying on the desk of the student union, perseveringly and painstakingly dealing with lines of complicated formulas in the library, and forced tears, and said "Fight" to him with a smile.He saw it all.

Such a girl, with a prominent family background and an elegant character, also likes him so wholeheartedly.In terms of emotion and reason, he has no reason to refuse.

Since she doesn't have any favorite candidates, her status is enough to bear the surname Akashi.Well, let's just leave it at that.

Afterwards, under the support of the parents of both parties, he formally entered into a relationship with Kaori from the first year of freshman year.

Looking back on this mediocre seven-year relationship, Akashi asked himself, do you like it--you really like it, but how much you like it can only be called an obligation, a responsibility that has been cultivated for a long time.

Maybe I will never be able to experience the experience that countless people have lost their souls and are willing to do anything for each other.Once, he thought about this possibility with such conceit, and he was sure that the secretion of adrenaline and nerve cell chemicals would never happen to him.

It can happen without giving him any time to react.The time was so short that it was only the moment when the girl appeared.

She appeared.

His footsteps were light, dancing around him like a breeze.It brought him an uncontrollable heartbeat, and the irrationality drawn out of all the words, smiles and expectations.

However, in the process of immersion, he kept questioning himself: Isn't doing so tantamount to betrayal?

If Kaori found out, she would be so sad.

With such frequent calls, Akashi could guess why.He is the same age as his girlfriend. For a man, 25 is a thriving age. He is ambitious and it is never too late to do anything.But women are different. In the morbid social atmosphere of Japan, the phrase "women depreciate once they reach the age of 25" is deeply ingrained in the concept of the general public, even if they are of a class like them, they cannot avoid it.And facing this self who has never shown signs of marriage, Kaori must have started to feel uneasy.

This uneasiness, after whitewashing, turned into more detailed concern and verbal expectation.

But if he said the truth rashly like this, what kind of mentality should he respond to her tears after that?

Is it too unfair to her?

He fell into a deep self-blame.

"What's the matter, Ah Zheng?"

"Ah... I met a group of opera artists here, some of them are very interesting."

In the end, with such an ambiguous answer, Akashi fudged his girlfriend's questioning.

As for Sheng Shuzi... Lying on the hotel bed, he used his arms to block the too harsh light in front of him, and closed his eyes.No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to make a painful decision in his heart.

"Clang~clang~clang~"

In the early morning, when the morning light gradually appeared, the fan bell startled unknown birds on the treetops, causing the birds to flutter their wings, and the chirping protest sound, together with the vigorous bell, came from a little distance away.

The hour hand points to six o'clock, and the sky has just turned pale.

Akashi turned over on the bed, feeling uncomfortable, so he rolled his body from side to side, finally lost all sleepiness, simply straightened his upper body, and looked around the dim room with his eyes that were still hazy.

Even if he still wants to rest for a while, his body has automatically adjusted to a state of sobriety.

He got up, did stretching exercises in front of the bed, and paced back and forth in the small room.After that, it's time to wash and dress.When her head was squeezed into the neckline of the T-shirt, she suddenly heard bursts of slight laughter coming from downstairs. The laughter was light, sweet, and pleasant, and even the sound of the longevity lock hanging on her chest was covered by her. It's down.He raised his ears to listen carefully, but in his heart he was at war between heaven and man, and he was very unhappy.

Would you like to go down and have a look?

But didn't you just make a decision last night?

He affirmed and denied at the same time.Seeing that he was about to grasp the doorknob, he took back the steps he had taken, walked around the door of the room, and looked out of Xiaoxuan's window expectantly, anxiously wanting to confirm whether the girl was still there.After so many repetitions, in the end, he finally couldn't resist his admiration, and frowned in compromise.

Go and have a look, just two eyes, what does it matter.The little girl smiled so happily, she must have discovered something interesting.Anyway, the two cannot speak the same language, so what can be developed?

He threw all those worries into the room, leaving only his enthusiasm to go out with him.It never occurred to him that this obstacle, which annoyed him so much earlier, has now become a reason to excuse himself.

The author has something to say: Your friend, the STK scumbag version of Akashi is online, for you to slap in the face.