The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Hi, hello. My name is Hanatori Fugetsu. I live in House 16-2, 3rd Avenue, 2nd Ward, Asahikawa Town, Kamikawa-gun, Hokkaido. This is an old house that existed during the Meiji Restoration. I am here smoothly. It settled in the mother's belly, and then came out of her belly smoothly.

This matter has something to do with a legend.

This matter is quite strange. As for whether it is true or false, can you please judge?

I heard, just heard, that on the day I was born, various colorful birds flew from the Kotono Forest in Asahikawa and ate all the rice that was dried in the open field at our house. Mother It's all your fault, you are the queen of birds, you came to the world through my belly, they are angry!

I think you can't blame me, because they came again in the following years and still ate all the rice sent by my uncle. I stared at them in the empty field, but they never paid attention to me.

When I ran, they flew up and screamed angrily. As soon as I stopped, they immediately came over and stopped all over my body, gently pecking at the palm of my hand. This was the first time I understood the word love, and I thought happily. To cry out loud.

Miss? Yeah, yeah, yeah, not a young lady at all.

My parents are engaged in fishing and often go fishing. Standing on the second floor, I can often see their backs carrying cargo boxes when they go out before dawn. The early morning light is greeted by the whistles of the boats going up and down. At dawn, the white sails are swollen by the sea breeze, and in the evening, the faint morning glow dyes the top of the sails red. However, because they have to sell the day's fresh fish, they often come back late at night.

After coming back, my father would drink, and my mother would make him bed sheets while nagging me. Dried squid is the cheapest and best dish to go with wine. My mother would also drink with my father for a while. Whenever my father was drunk, he would put me on the bed. Pulled out from under the covers, can we really give birth to this kind of daughter?

My mother laughed loudly on the side, and I laughed without knowing why. In fact, I was not sleepy at all. When they went out, I would stare at the window in a daze. When it was time for school, I went to school. After finishing my homework, I continued to stare at the window. He rested his chin in a daze, the wind blowing from the sea remained unchanged.

I also have friends. The flowers, grass, trees and wood in the yard, the clouds and clouds in the sky, the sea and wind in the distance, the dogs and cats on the street are all my friends, so I rarely make friends in school. friend.

I can hear them talking to me, and I talk to them, even though it seems to you that I'm probably talking to myself, as I am now.

"If you saw it, would you think it was funny? Yes."

(Cross out all the above, prick, prick, prick.

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"How should I write it better?"

I looked in the mirror and thought, the face in the mirror was completely red.

When I just got up, I didn't put on my beauty glasses or my reading glasses. My face in the mirror looked a little blurry. It was gray in the morning, which seemed to be the case every day, which contrasted with the redness in the mirror.

I stood up and leaned out. It was raining lightly in the sky. The girls were holding umbrellas and walking to the training room. After the two-hour morning training, we would go to the venue chosen by each other.

I opened my suitcase and put on my favorite petticoat I brought from home. On the edge, about three centimeters from my waist to my belly button, there was a small white rose embroidered there. I put it on from Uniqlo. In the chiffon blouse I bought, this little rose is invisible. Only when the dance movements are particularly large, will it be noticed by the audience.

This is my little secret. No one will know about it. I feel a little proud of it.

I especially want to wear this dress today to match the gray color of the sky.

Because for me, the huge emptiness and pessimism I used to feel in the early mornings has completely dissipated, and all the annoyances and regrets have become a thing of the past.

From now on, every day is the same happy day. Happiness has visited my heart and promised to be a guest for a long time. My blood dances with it happily.

I couldn't help but excitedly bent over and threw myself on the bed, picking up Bambi. Bambi is my doll cat, and I talk to it every day when I come back.

It was always wet some time ago, probably because I shed a lot of tears while holding it in my arms, but I didn't know it when I woke up. I wasn't sure, so after I woke up, I held my breath until my throat ran out of air. , my eyes were bloodshot, but I didn’t hold back any tears. Maybe I really couldn’t shed tears, or maybe I just didn’t want to shed tears during the day.

Thinking back to the last time I cried, it was the year my uncle passed away. Rice was no longer spread across the empty fields, the Xiaodongye forest was cleared, and the birds never flew back. I thought they didn't want me anymore, so I cried. .

I looked into Bambi's plastic black eyes, and there I saw my own eyes, with clouds in them and countless birds flying across the lake, a reflection of the past.

My mother once said that people's eyes can store the scenery they see. I believed it to be true, so from then on I tried my best to write down their appearance, thinking that one day, I would let the most important people in my life see them.

There are also those flowers and plants, sea sails, small town streets with cats running around... I want him to see all the beauty in the world. He can see it clearly just by looking into my eyes.

Until then, I will hold my breath, not disturb him, and let him have a good look.

Is it you? Could it be you?

A well-ironed Dongda uniform with a camphor school emblem flashing on the left chest. I opened the door nervously and saw you smiling, scratching your head uneasily for a while, and lowering your head to say something to the samurai sitting next to you.

Then you look at me.

"Ah, here we come." You stood up and walked over.

I don't look like a thirteen-year-old boy at all. I'm sixteen, three years older than you, but I stretch out my hand nervously like a primary school student, as if I've lost my homework.

"Hello, Yuxian-kun." I said softly.

"Finally we meet." Your hand held mine.

I suddenly want to laugh. You give me the feeling of an elderly cadre. Your etiquette is upright and your conversation is meticulous. But when you laugh, you are a child again. An innocent and interesting child. Let me Thinking of the group of children chasing kites in the summer.

I hold your hand, which is more delicate than a girl’s hand. It is not milk or cream, but jade. Please believe that when I regained the courage to write this diary that you may read in the future, I definitely did not read it in a bookstore. Mary Sue's state of mind. I couldn't help but want to warm this hand. I was greedy for the slightly cool but warm feeling.

Hey, can you describe it?

Well... let me think for three seconds, oh yes! This is the feeling of being able to sleep for a few more hours under a quilt with a suitable temperature on a cold autumn morning!

"Please sit down." You stretched out your hand and said to me, turning back into a veteran cadre.

The burly but not muscular samurai was smoking, so scary. Next to him was a man with narrow eyes who looked a little crazy, and a cute giant panda was eating ice cream.

The Fujii family member's hands were dripping with blood, and the boy next to him had a face as swollen as a pig's head.

I saw them at Hokkaido Daiichi Art College. There were many girls in the school dressed maturely, boarding their Lexus cars, and not coming back until several days and nights later.

I felt scared, so I approached Yuxian-kun's body. You were negotiating terms with the other party, but it probably didn't count as negotiating terms, because no matter what you said, the other party just nodded obediently.

I didn't remember anything you said. The only thing I remembered was that you smelled very good. It wasn't shampoo or soap, but a faint body odor.

"The contract is terminated and the relationship with the college is terminated." You stretched out your hand again, and I quickly extended my hand, "From today on, you are free."

I stood up and left, and the crazy man walked me down the elevator. I didn't hear anything he said.

I signed on his arm as if my brain was shut down, then put on a white navy hat and raised my hand like a machine to take a taxi.

What exactly happened to me today, I don’t know.

Maybe something like spring, or the lush rose fields beyond the Leaf River? Is it the heavy snowfall in Hokkaido from November to March? Or is it the everlasting wind from the window of childhood?

The bustling crowd passed by my eyes, like an accelerated shot in a movie. It was not him, not him, no one was him, and my body trembled slightly.

...

"Fengyue-chan, are you ready? We're leaving!"

"Here it comes!" I covered the notebook and quickly started putting on makeup.

Today's diary is written wherever I think of it, it may be a bit messy.

But you can forgive me, right? Thank you so much!

I'm performing at the same venue today as you and Lu Huoqing. I feel so lucky. I'm already yours and I will never embarrass you!

I chose the most exquisite dance makeup, tied my blouse into my waist, and raised my high ponytail with colorful ribbons. I was going to compete. I told the potted plant in the dormitory that I was going to compete. The necklace my mother gave me said that everyone should cheer for me and please bless him.

"Don't peek at the diary." Finally, I said to the Bambi doll cat and touched its head again.

...

6pm, JR East Four Seasons Theater.

"These foreign media are really capable of mischief." Kazuki Sawano, who was parking the car in front, said with a kind smile, "This is actually the animal protection headline of the Washington Post."

"What's wrong?" Yu Xian opened his eyes and asked.

"The news said that a wildlife photographer discovered a cat and a bird falling in love in Siberia. The winter in Siberia is long and cold, equivalent to Hokkaido in Japan. Every time winter comes, Siberian forest cats will store food in advance, and Siberia Chickadees are the most common food in their diet, and although Siberian cats are gentle and extremely charming, is it possible to fall in love across species?"

"How could a cat fall in love with that bird?" Yu Xian shrugged childishly.

"I heard that it was the female tit that performed the courtship dance for the cat." Sawano Kazuki said, "Siberian cats are very affectionate and will only fall in love with one other cat in their lives, but now they have fallen in love with a bird. Protect it from other cats."

"It's quite romantic." Yu Xian said naively, "If it's true."

Several people passed by the car carrying fireworks barrels, talking and laughing, attracting Sawano Kazuki's attention.

"Why are there still people setting off fireworks in Central Park? Didn't the Sakura Festival end a few days ago?"

Yuxian is naive and pretends to be stupid.

If Gen and Ichiryu's points bounty really extends to all major districts and counties in Japan, then this scene should appear in more than one place on Japanese soil.

"I don't want to get out of the car yet, I have to wait for someone." Yu Xian said innocently.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"The Flowers, Birds, Winds and Moons of Hokkaido."

Sawano Kazuki ‘Huh? ’ and turned around: “How do you know her?”

"Secret." Yuxian smiled childishly, "Maybe you can ask the Siberian tit."