[Black Basket] Lonely Garden

The laptop is closed.This means that the documents sent by the secretary remotely have been completely reviewed and corrected by him.Looking up, it was already late at night.

Walk to the public bathroom at the end of the corridor, before the sink, slap your cheeks with cold water.When he saw his own face in the mirror, it was rare to see the bright brilliance of his youth.In a daze, the persuasive artist walked past him, his eyes looking sideways in the mirror were indeed the same as before, a slight smile appeared on the corner of the artist's lips, and he said, hello.

He also replied, hello.

After that, the two passed by.

Lying on the wooden bed in the hotel, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time.The hard mattress underneath made his back ache, and when he swayed a little, the aging bed frame immediately made the sound of iron hitting the wood. This feeling reminded him of the club training with his teammates in junior high and high school. Some small hotels where I stayed.It was small and cramped, with three or four people crammed into the same room.If it weren't for this opportunity, the young master who was immature, a little willful, and grew up in a wealthy family of a famous family might never have set his sights there.

And along with the old memories, there are also those years who struggled desperately for their dreams.Now, everyone has already gone their separate ways, with their own future and aspirations.Fast forward more than ten years, and at a recent gathering, he noticed that some of them hadn't changed at all, while others seemed to have changed, almost unrecognizable.He sighed that time flies, long ago, they were all children with similar faces and clean and transparent personalities.

He turned over on the bed, and the bed creaked immediately, but fortunately, the bedding was clean, with an aromatic smell after drying in the midday sun, which slightly offset the discomfort——

It was like resting in the woods in the backyard of the main family in Kyoto, when I was seven or eight years old, on the dry grass where the sun was just right.The scattered light cast from above fell on the young man's face.He opened his sleepy eyes and closed them again immediately.The burrs of the grass vegetation under the man's body poked his exposed arm repeatedly.So comfortable, he sighed.From time to time, squirrels shuttled around, and there was a rustling sound of grass stems rubbing against each other with their busy footsteps.The chirping sounds of insects, birds and beasts continued to echo in my ears. In the grove in spring, they composed together to complete this grand and simple symphony performance.

When he was seven years old, he really thought that the world was as beautiful as it was depicted in front of him.

His eyelids were gently closed, letting the warm air flow into the corner of his clothes comfortably.Time seems to be stuck at this moment.Shensi let go slowly and steadily.

He thought a lot, thinking of his mother who died young, thinking of his youth, the days when he still couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth when he recalled it, and finally, he thought of Sheng Shuzi again.That poor and lovely child.

Finally, unable to bear the sleepiness, the galloping thoughts gradually withdrew.Not long after, he fell into a long-lost dream again.After taking over this huge business empire from his father one by one, he has not done the scenes and events created by this dream guidance mechanism for a long time.Every night's sleep is very light, and the time is pitifully short.But today, he dreamed clearly——

Even after waking up, I can clearly recall all the details of the dream, everything.

The rain was getting heavier, and the tables and chairs in front of the hotel courtyard were yelled at by several young and middle-aged men who wanted to help, and hurriedly moved them into the house.

In the email sent by the secretary, he asked if he needed to arrange a special car for his return trip.He froze for a moment, remembering what he had said to the secretary on the first day, that he would come back after staying for two or three days.Reluctant to let go suddenly appeared in his heart, he suddenly realized this, and forced himself to calm down, so as not to change the decision he made earlier due to external factors, he typed on the keyboard: pick me up at the foot of the mountain at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

The sky was gloomy, like pouring mountain rain beating the green leaves of the trees, splashing and splashing the rain, and the clothes of some people near the door were already stained to a degree visible to the naked eye.The land was already extremely muddy, and on the layer of soil outside the gate fence, silted water about four or five centimeters thick had accumulated.

In this weather, probably no one wants to go out to offer incense.

"It's so strange," after commanding everyone to move all the tables and chairs in, Ms. Morita walked past Akashi's side, and he heard the whispered words verbatim. "Why is it raining all of a sudden?"

"Didn't you download it at this time in previous years?"

Akashi stopped her suspiciously, he was more concerned about the first sentence. "Isn't monsoon rain very common in western cities like Kyoto?"

"It's very common, but the rain usually occurs around the rainy season. It's already August. I've lived here for decades, and it's the first time I've seen such heavy rain in a month other than the rainy season. "

"Is that so? That's really strange. I just don't know how long it will last." The phone's text message rang, and he knew it was the secretary's reply. He didn't check the specific content right away, and he planned to take it out later. "I'm leaving for Tokyo tomorrow, and I hope it won't have any impact on my itinerary."

"Mr. Akashi is leaving now? Don't you stay for a few more days?"

Facing Ms. Morita's persuasion, he smiled wryly and shook his head. "If I stay here any longer, I'm not sure if I can make a decision."

Decide?what decision?There was a flash of surprise in Morita's heart, but he still smiled calmly: "Tomorrow? I'm afraid not. Not to mention whether the rain will stop, even if the mountain is full of mud, it is not something ordinary people can bear. So ah , Mr. Akashi, let's go after a while."

"This..." Although others never said it out loud, Akashi knew that there was always a stubbornness in his bones, and unless there was a major change in the agreement he made, he would never change it easily.But what Ms. Morita said also had her own reasons. After thinking for a while, he finally hesitated and said: "...Let's wait and see."

The words have come to this point, since the other party has the intention of being shaken by her words, Morita will not give any more advice.She bowed to Akashi, turned around and went to other things. ——The aisle has not been cleaned, and the lunches of the guests have not been prepared at all. There are many things to do this day.

Looking at the torrential rain outside, he thought of the dream last night, and raised his eyebrows slightly.At the same time, a cold and delicate fragrance came quietly, surrounding all directions.Just by looking out of the corner of his eye, he was sure and sure that it was her who came.He caught a glimpse of the girl's shadowy figure sitting on the seat at the next table, with her skinny and fleshy palms wide open, propping her head up, her thumb sticking to her small jawbone, her goose yellow loose sleeves hanging down naturally, revealing Ivory wrists.She tilted her head slightly, and smiled coquettishly, and when her rouge red lips touched the staring eyes at the corners of her eyes, a sweet smile slowly appeared.

Will she know how charming her smile is?Will you know how it is so tempting?

Akashi's heart was suddenly disturbed, but there was no dew on his face.Pretending to be natural, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a couple of sips, then secretly cleared his throat, not wanting to, after finishing the small movements, he couldn't sit still immediately, after thinking about it, he might as well follow the example of those in front of the door pointing to the rain. The pointing tourists folded their hands behind their backs, looking at the gloomy sky in the distance, silently meditating.

After getting a good grasp of his xinxing, he understood that in fact, he was terrified of the sudden approach, but also unconsciously greedy to ask for more.

"Hey, guests, what are you doing?" Ms. Morita was carrying a chair through the lobby, but unexpectedly saw a large group of guests around the door increasing instead of decreasing. She put them down immediately in case they caught cold The chair in the hand, good words to persuade.After careful inspection, I found that most of them were from other countries, and I got Mr. Shi to translate them.

"You too," Morita said to Akashi, "I think this battle is bound to be a thunderstorm. You'd better go back to your room and rest quickly. It's not a good idea to rush. When you get enough energy, we will Make plans tomorrow."

The last tourist beside him put out his cigarette, smiled at them, turned around and disappeared at the stairs.Akashi wanted to leave just like him, but Shokiko was still sitting there, her posture and demeanor remained unchanged.When those eyes blinked and looked towards her, he couldn't let go immediately, he wanted to stay with her because of his selfishness, even if he just sat beside her and breathed the same air, it would be a great satisfaction.

The conversation with Ms. Morita just now naturally fell into the ears of the artist surnamed Shi. When Akashi was swaying from side to side, he took the initiative to talk to him: "Mr. Akashi is leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, that's how it was prepared."

"That's just right. I happened to finish reading that book last night. I'll go to the room to pick it up and return it to you now."

"Don't trouble me, I won't start until tomorrow afternoon."

"Hey," the artist waved his hand lightly, and at the same time made a nonchalant expression. "What kind of trouble is this? Please don't be too polite, otherwise, do you want to blame Shimou? Misfortunes always happen for no reason. Besides, this person's memory is not reliable. What if he loses his mind and can't remember? If something happens and you can’t get rid of it? Today is postponed to tomorrow, and Mr. Akashi will be gone after tomorrow, who should I find to send it to? While the character is still here,” he lowered his voice, as if he meant something else. "The moment should be cherished."

After the conversation with the artist surnamed Shi, Akashi didn't know how he felt.He promised that the artist would wait for him where he was, but after a while, there was some noise from his side.It turned out that she got up.

She got up and walked to the door.The door was originally closed by Ms. Morita. The curiosity of the guests was over, and no one would stand stupidly by the door and call for rain, so she closed it smoothly, blocking the storm outside the house.But now, with a flick of her slender hand, the girl opened it again.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

The wind and rain brought up sand and dust, and the gust of wind that had been lingering outside the house for a long time rushed into the house as soon as it opened a small crack, sweeping away everything.Raising her hands, the girl stood facing the wind, and her wide sleeves were immediately swollen by the wind, flapping back like butterfly wings.The wooden hairpin inserted on the head fell to the ground because it could not withstand the wind, and a head of black hair was scattered freely.He could clearly see the expression on her face, which was pious and inviolable, but also seemed to have some disdain and contempt for the secular world.

yes, yes.Just like the scene in the dream, on the long pavilion that was empty and deserted on all sides, the girl was also graceful like a fairy of Linjiang, as if she was about to ride the wind and ride the clouds to the top in the next moment.

The picture reappeared, and he was a little confused for a moment whether he was in reality or still stagnant in a dream.

The tip of his nose seemed to smell some kind of muddy smell, and there was a loud rumbling sound in his ears.Those rough solid debris, silt, and clay began to fall apart, and the influx of water scoured the trench bed.It is menacing, its huge body destroys everything, and its damage is irreversible.

In a daze, he heard the sound of howling wind, and, the sound of something collapsing, it was a landslide, it was the momentary shaking of the earth, it was the sound of a devastating mudslide that swallowed everything in an instant.

It was also the sound of a faint sigh of relief.

The author has something to say: In fact, the content of Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 does not play much role in promoting the plot, but there is always a girl in my mind holding up the corner of her skirt, playing in the stream, flying with her clothes, like The idea of ​​immortality.So I wasted two precious chapters for no reason, please forgive me.

Now that my wish is fulfilled and I have finished writing all the things I want to write, next, the article is going to the middle and late stage.