My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Fujiwara Starry night’s sleep was very shallow last night, like japonica rice noodles, not sticky and not long stretched.

　　 The inexplicable happiness came out of his sleep, which made him wake up four or five times. Every time he woke up, Miss Milo’s face appeared in his eyes and the voice in his ears.

　　 Every word of her, her smile and her heart will be comforted.

　　 fell asleep in a daze, and then woke up again, feeling that this happiness shouldn't be buried because of sleep, holding back not sleeping, and relived the scene under the cherry blossoms that day.

　　 finally woke up and got up to see that it was a sunny day.

　　 Wednesday, April 14.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky carrying the love bento made by Ritsuko, leaving home with dim sleepiness, set foot on the Yamanote Line train.

　　 Half asleep and half awake, pushed out of Shibuya Station by the crowd behind him.

　　 Within a few steps, I passed the famous Shibuya intersection.

　　 It is said that this is the most prosperous intersection in the world.

　　 Approximately 2.5 million people pass by every day.

　　 Standing here, as if standing in the center of the world. The noisy crowds, the continuous flow of traffic, and the towering skyscrapers set off each other. Whenever the green light is on, the huge flow of people passing by will always give people a sense of trance.

　　 This kind of life is really nonsense.

　　 For example, Fujiwara Xingkong always wanted to be a Kamen Rider, but he didn't expect to be an undead knight first. Dreaming of becoming Yin Zhiping, he did not expect to become Ning Caichen.

　　 Things under the sun are really fresh.

　　 This kind of boring emotion stopped abruptly the moment I stepped into the school gate.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky with five strategy missions in the body, there is not so much time to understand life.

　　 He can't wait to split himself into five, one to please Xia Xilin, one to find the rip woman, one to the women's bathroom, one to turn home, and one to jump into the well.

　　 walked into the teaching building, avoided all surveillance, sneaked into the school’s computer room, and posted another post on 2ch.

　　 [I have decided, if Fujiwara Stars can succeed, I will face my life well! 】

　　 [This is a war without gunsmoke, a big collision between two classes. As long as Fujiwara Star and Xia Xilin finally come together, I believe that the world is still good, and then I will rekindle the love for life. ]

　　 I have to say that the S2 index of islanders is really exploding.

　　 Soon, in the reply to this post, Fujiwara Xingkong was praised as a representative of the common people, the hope of the youth of the empire, the proletarian revolutionist, the son of the workers, and the people who carried all the hopes of Heisei.

　　 Although they don't know anything about Fujiwara Starry Sky, it does not prevent them from placing their hopes on someone who is similar to them.

　　 Not long after, a large number of students who claimed to be a private Beichuan High School began to emerge.

　　 Several live posts appeared on the front page of the forum instantly, and there is a tendency to tout this farce as a national love trend.

　　The traditional media with a nose better than a dog finally smelled a different taste.

　　 Before the morning passed, countless calls came into the principal's office.

　　 "No, nothing, everything is rumors, I hope you reporters don't cover it blindly."

　　 "I repeat, high school students should study hard and don't think about falling in love!"

　　 "Views? I have no views, that's it, the phone is out of gas, goodbye."

　　 "I'm driving, please call again in a month."

　　 After dealing with a call from the media, the bald principal unplugged the phone line and slumped on his office chair.

　　 He crossed his fingers, clenched his hands, and pressed his lips tightly. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Xia Xilin's phone.

　　 "Hello principal."

　　 A flat voice came from the microphone.

　　 "Hello, Xia Xi." The bald headmaster touched the back of his left hand with his right hand, and said carefully, "About this matter, do you want to dismiss Fujiwara Stars?"

　　 The microphone over there did not hesitate, but directly refused: "The public opinion of direct dismissal has too much influence, let him continue."

carry on?

　　 What to continue?

　　 The bald principal put down his phone, looking blank.

　　 Fujiwara Stars when he returned to the classroom, he didn't move his hips all day.

　　 It doesn't matter how many mobile phones outside the classroom are slamming at him, he looks as stable as Mount Tai.

　　 During the lunch break, Saori Aizawa sat across from him and ate **** and reminded him euphemistically.

　　 Asuka Sato from the News Service completed the transfer procedure last night.

　　 I heard that it was because his father who worked in a bank was sent to Kagoshima. The family cleaned up and ran away on the same day.

　　 walked in a hurry, bought a station ticket overnight.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky listened all the time without interrupting.

　　 The bell rang after school in the afternoon, and when he was about to hide in Guaidanshe again, an unexpected person appeared in front of him.

　　He said: "Let's go, let's talk."

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizora followed him out of the school gate without a word, and walked into a pub not far away.

　　 Before it's time to eat, there are very few people in the shop.

　　 In the widest semi-enclosed tatami room in the shop, Fujiwara Stars sat opposite him.

　　 "We haven't seen it for a long time." Naoto Fujiwara poured himself a glass of wine, lifted it up, and motioned to his nephew for a drink.

　　 "It's been a year." Fujiwara Starry sky used tea instead of wine, drinking with him.

　　 After saying this, the two did not speak any more.

　　 Fujiwara Naoto just drank a cup after another.

　　 He drank in a hurry, a small bottle of barley shochu with a temperature of around 25°. When the waiter brought the dishes, he had already drunk a small bottle.

　　 "Eat." He pointed to the dishes on the table, the table full of sashimi, fried food, grilled food, boiled food.

　　 The price doesn't seem to be cheap, anyway, the poor ghost Fujiwara Xingkong can't even name a dish.

　　 But he has no appetite today. After taking a few bites, he put his chopsticks back into the chopstick rest.

　　 "Why don't you eat it?" Naoto Fujiwara ate a piece of salmon sashimi with a lot of mustard, his face flushed with choking and tears flowed.

　　 He sniffed, chewing and said, "If you don't eat it now, you won't be able to eat it anymore."

　　 Fujiwara Stars shook his head: "I won't leave Tokyo."

　　 "What silly thing to say." Naoto Fujiwara wiped his tears with a tissue, "I am your guardian, I want to leave Tokyo, of course I have to take you with me."

　　 "They forced you to leave?"

　　 "What's the use of saying these silly things? Uncle can't resign, he can only pinch his nose and admit his life."

　　 "Is it their idea to take me out of Tokyo?"

　　 "Uncle's own idea, for your own good."

"You can't take me." Starry Sky Fujiwara was a little lost, looking at his uncle's white sideburns, he sighed: "I'm sorry to pull uncle into this matter, but I can't leave Tokyo, and I won't leave Tokyo. ."

　　 Fujiwara Naoto silently took a few mouthfuls of food, and directly picked up the wine bottle to "gulugulu" and pour the wine.

　　 drank in a hurry, the drink spurted from the corner of his mouth, and flowed down, dyeing a beautiful cherry blossom on the white shirt.

　　 A bottle of 350ml shochu quickly bottomed out, he put down the empty bottle and let out a long breath.

　　 "Hi..."

　　 can't care about wiping off the wine stains on his body, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Naoto Fujiwara hiccuped and asked, "Can you tell your uncle about your relationship with that Xia Xilin?"

　　 "It's not as exaggerated as online uploads." Fujiwara Hoshizora pondered a little, and said, "It's just that she gave me something and helped me once."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

　　 "She doesn't like you?"

"dislike."

"do you like her?"

　　 Fujiwara Stars smiled shyly: "I like it."

　　 In order to prove that what he said was true, he hurriedly added: "So I will not leave Tokyo."

　　 Fujiwara Naoto smiled wryly: "You know, it's impossible."

　　 "I didn't say anything about it." Fujiwara Hoshizora shrugged, stood up, and bowed.

　　 "I'm going home first, uncle take care. I will make up for your loss if I have a chance in the future."

　　 He just walked on the front foot.

　　 Shiraishi Sachiko followed his foot into the private room.

　　 Naoto Fujiwara's face was sad, he took the recorder out of his body and handed it respectfully to the girl who seemed to be a high school student in front of him.

　　 What awaits him is his new life after leaving Tokyo.

　　...

When 　　 stepped out of the izakaya, the bustling Shibuya came into view. Unknown buildings more than two hundred meters tall, densely arranged like cocoons, shined with the sun, reflecting the golden light, so bright that you can't open your eyes.

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizori came to the platform of the Yamanote Line and boarded a train in the direction of Shinjuku.

　　 As the carriage swayed from side to side, he thought for a while, opened Line, found the account with the remarks [slut: Yukino Risa], and sent a message.

　　[Come to see me tomorrow night]