The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

In the sky above Tokyo, the Cessna 172 cut through the clouds, its engine roaring in the dense drizzle.

The body is as warm as spring.

A quarter of the private jet's furnishings are entertainment-related. The guest room where Yuxian lives is equipped with the most advanced DVD player equipment on the market and Sony's Trinitron TV. It adopts a single-gun and three-beam tube design, which can be more vivid and sharp than contemporary displays.

The seat is a pneumatic massage chair from the Fujisan Company. This is an improved model designed by Nobuo Fujimoto himself. It is handmade, valuable, and covered with a complete layer of bearskin.

Facing the bear's head is a huge glass cabinet, which contains several game consoles from Sony and Nintendo. Dozens of boxes of cassettes are scattered next to it. Looking further down, there are Lego toys piled into a mountain of boxes. .

Rina Ryoko bought almost everything that teenagers would be interested in and stuffed it into the plane overnight, turning it into a hanging garden where boys could linger.

She never considered the dangers of the words "playing with things to lose one's spirit". She even added a Turkish sauna in the bathroom, with artistic nudes from different countries painted on the celadon-colored hollow wall cage.

The wolf's ambition is evident.

However, it was a pity that Yuzuru didn't seem to be interested in this at all. He just sat outside and read quietly with a copy of "The Tale of Genji" in his hands.

Half an hour ago, the plane was still flying through the rain in the air current over the East China Sea Island. After reading about fifty pages, they raised their heads again and found that they had arrived over Tokyo.

It has cleared up outside the porthole window.

Blue sky, white clouds, sunshine.

The side of Yu Xian's childish face, who was reading with his chin propped up, was stained with a pale golden light.

The soft white hair, together with the fine fluff, provoked her nerves.

Rina Ryoko brought a cup of coffee that had been ground in the kitchen, squeezed in beside him, and while he raised his head slightly, quickly took a photo with the boy in the camera using scissor hands.

Then she uploaded it to her own channel space: "I'm so tired, I just finished having sex with Bao..."

Enter: "Love breakfast."

Soon her phone received a flood of likes.

"envious,

I’m really envious. "Natsukawa Seko left a message below.

"This appearance is so lethal." Principal Sakura Shita Furui sighed with emotion.

"Ahh! Silver hair?! Am I dreaming?" Xiaoxun Nagisa Sakura sent a message. She is an innocent rich otaku girl who has no resistance to this kind of appearance that is between reality and COS.

"You did it on purpose, you entered the car on purpose, bitch!" Dansheng Huazhi was envious, "It's amazing to have a private jet..." You have been banned.

In just one minute, hundreds of channel messages were posted.

This is her circle, almost all the rich women in Tokyo are here.

Yuxian's young stepmother's large team are all carefully selected elite soldiers!

This message was quickly forwarded by the media one after another, of course, under the premise of removing Rina Ryoko’s risqué remarks.

Not only entertainment media, but also authoritative media in the literary and artistic circles have also spread.

As the top player, Yu Xian has never posted a selfie, let alone changed a few clothes.

Therefore, this photo, which seemed to be Wang Fang from the very beginning, triggered a collective outcry among female fans from all walks of life.

Take Murakami, who is practicing orchestral music in the music room at six o'clock in the morning. When she opened the Asahi Shimbun as usual and saw this photo, two lines of liquid gush out, splattering blood on the spot, and then dragging The huge breasts went to the bathroom to wipe the nosebleed.

Natsukawa Haiyue and Kamiyako, who had just walked in, looked at each other, wondering what she saw.

After a while, the wolf howls of girls erupted from the silent music room.

The sun is howling like this, getting louder and louder.

...

Castle Peak Courtyard, Castle Tower.

There are a total of 12 castle towers in Japan, one of which is located in the Anzan Garden. It was not left over from the Warring States Period, but was rebuilt on the original foundation with modern reinforced concrete.

The pavilions are shaded by flowers and trees, and the silver-gray bright tiles are undulating like fish scales. There are artificial streams, rain-watching lanterns, celadon cranes, and open irrigation channels extending in all directions. A green bluestone street passes through the palace-style residences in the distance, forming a A winding path.

Old people wearing kimonos and wearing wooden clogs walked past the corpse of Maple Leaf.

"The magnanimity is truly extraordinary. No wonder Mr. Ansanji is interested in this young man." After looking at it, one of the old men handed his cell phone to the waitress beside him.

"Interesting, what does it mean, is it what I think it means?!"

Aoki Koharu, who was following behind the old people, wiped his nosebleed violently, already imagining all kinds of unbelievable scenarios in his mind.

For example: Ah, Hagen-kun's body is really... said Mr. Ansanji with his shirt open. Ya bought it! I'm not pretending to be for you... It's like the young Yuzuru of Edo's Kabukicho master pushed his chest away.

"The mutual admiration between the beautiful uncle and the beautiful boy...ah, I can't help it anymore."

Aoki Koharu's nosebleed dripped.

"Mr. Ansanji, are you normally interested in Master Yuxian?" Aoki Koharu asked loudly, Ansanji, who was walking in front of everyone.

She is really brave and has no scruples. This is all because she was spoiled by the gentle Ansanji.

Ansanji looked back with confusion in his eyes.

"You've spoiled her rotten. She thinks about random things all day long!" The old man slapped Koharu Aoki on the head, making her scream. "Hurry up and find a normal female assistant!"

Ansanji smiled silently, and the group walked for another five minutes, finally stopping in front of the pavilion.

As soon as he stopped, the old people behind him also stopped.

Outside the castle tower, young people from the literary and artistic circles were already standing. There are boys and girls alike, including Kaede Tansei and the leader of Waseda Academy, Mori Miho, in this young team.

They are the backbone of the literary and art circles, and they stood up and bowed their heads to Ansanji and the old people.

Ansanji raised his palms and bowed to the top of the castle tower. For a moment, everyone lowered their heads and bowed, and no one spoke.

In the quiet morning light, the maple leaves withered and fell at everyone's feet.

This is a prayer for Mr. Anshan Qingya.

The old man’s life or death is unknown, but this should be his final farewell, right?

A literary era is about to come to an end, but we still don’t know who should hand over the banner of the new era.

After the ceremony, Ansanji raised his head and entered a Western-style room with the old people. The room was filled with morning tea. In another hour, they would set off to the examination rooms they were responsible for.

The old people chatted with each other, and the young people saluted them before sitting down.

"Ahu, you skipped class again?" Tan Shenghuazhi stuffed a piece of chrysanthemum pastry into the small mouth of the cherry, carefully moving to avoid staining the gorgeous kimono, "I have to say, I have a touch of the style of my older sister."

Sammihu was wearing a yellow checkered silk coat today, with a folding fan stuck on her waist. She said casually: "I stopped going to school a long time ago, and I have been hanging out in the literary club since then. Please take care of me, Sister Huazhi." "

"I remember that you never like crowded places. Why are you willing to come today?"

"My sister has an order to help Master Yuxian." Senmihu grinned and spoke without any scruples, "But this is considered cheating. Why don't you wait until I help him before reporting him?"

"Are you worried that there is nothing in his stomach?" Dansheng Huazhi stopped chewing, and suddenly the food was tasteless.

No one here has seen Yu Xian's level of literary skills, and today's test of the comprehensive artistic strength of the contestants is difficult in every aspect.

"You're so handsome, but you still have ink in your belly, so you won't let me live." Sammy Fox crossed her legs and fanned herself, "Look at me, even though I'm ugly, I study hard. .”

"What stupid things are you talking about, Fox!" Ishikawa Ziki yelled angrily, "Shut up and eat your food! If you are ugly, eat more fat, and people will be happy to see you, just like a monkey!"

"Yes, teacher." Senmihu was so frightened that he quickly sat down.

Ishikawa Shiki was his preaching teacher.

If a disciple doesn't respect his teacher, then he shouldn't hang out in the literary club.

"He is not an embroidered pillow." Ishikawa Shiki whispered in Mori Fox's ear, "I don't need your help! You are a sentimental idiot!"

"Teacher, have you taught him too?" Sammihu scratched his head.

"If I had him, would I still want you?" Ishikawa Zigui slapped him on the head, "Idiot apprentice."

Since Mori Miho can become the leader of Waseda Academy, it goes without saying that he is strong, but Ishikawa Shiki's words clearly show his doting on Yuzuru's childishness.

Otherwise, how could he give that ancient fan away?

"Tsk, tsk, how dare you dress like this." A thin, eagle-eyed old man sitting next to Ishikawa Shiki was looking down at the childish photo of Yuzuru on his phone. "It's true that it's stunning, but if it's embarrassing, it's true. Shame on you!"

"You have an opinion? This is the right way for young people in the new era to dress like this!" Ishikawa Ziki gnawed on the bamboo tube of glutinous rice and sneered, "You are a ship of the old era, just stop before the new dawn!"

"Hey, Ishikawa, it's like you're not old!" Old Hawkeye yelled, "Is he your grandson? Are you going to defend him?!"

Ishikawa Ziki burst out laughing, and then told the people present one by one what happened that day.

The pace of dining gradually slowed down, and more and more people pricked up their ears.

"'Flowers fall and move forward', this is a wonderful reward." An old man said with emotion, "If he were in my level, he would be able to write a haiku of this level. Passing the level would be like searching for something."

"If you fall with such arrogance, it will only be worse! The literary and art world does not need flamboyant people!" The old man with Eagle Eye said disdainfully.

"Young Zhang Yang of the new era is right, you are a ship of the old era..."

"I don't think highly of him anyway! I won't show any mercy when it comes to just talking!"

"Who cares whether you look at him or not, you..."

The old man with Hawkeye was so angry that he almost left the table. Ishikawa Ziki was laughing behind him.

It seems that two old naughty boys are angry in front of others, which is quite ungentlemanly, but in fact this is a common occurrence.

The literati in this world, no matter which country they are in, will always have a childlike innocence until they die, either sad or happy. And the moment when the childlike innocence dies, it is also the moment when the literary spirit dies.

Ishikawa Ziki quickly said something, which made the old man Hawkeye stop.

"Mr. Ansanji, what we are going to catch this time is not a small fish. I tried to irritate him that day, but he looked lifeless. His energy-raising skills are not comparable to those of ordinary teenagers. Is Shi Shen the right person?" He will know this evening."

Dansheng Huazhi's hand trembled slightly, and immediately an indescribable emotion spread.

A look of disbelief appeared on Sammihu's face.

Ansanji raised his head and nodded slightly: "Are we closer to the truth?"

"It's very close."

This sentence has two meanings. When he said this, Ishikawa Zigui's hand was pointing at the TV screen.

On the screen, Yu Xian's childish car arrived.

...

The plain white hand pushed open the car door, black satin hung down, and her hair shone like fine sand. Yuxian's eyes were stung by the dazzling sunlight, and he opened the folding fan to block half of his face.

The reporters in front of the courtyard gate rushed in frantically, but they were stopped one by one by the surrounding police officers. The young man did not look at anyone, nodded slightly, looked straight, and walked slowly towards the courtyard.

The clouds are clear and misty, the sky is high and the sky is high, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are blooming in front of you, reflecting his beauty.

Just like water, water harmonizes with all things, and all things become part of the beauty of water.

The complimentary clothes have broad belts and elegant sleeves.

In the face of this power that controls the beauty of mountains and rivers, human beings' own definition of beauty and ugliness loses its color.

This forthright magnanimity truly amazed everyone.

But the interesting thing is that he doesn't seem to know that he is very handsome. He opens the "invincible" folding fan in his hand, and he seems to be serious but also just for fun.

"I declare him to have passed the level of tolerance. Do you have any opinions?" Ishikawa Shiki wrote Yuzuru's naive name on the wooden sign.

No one objected.

"What an interesting young man." The old man next to him said, "According to this, do we really need to give him questions that are twice as difficult as others?"

"For others, it's an inspection, but for him, there are many things that can be decided today, including the future of the literary club." Ansanji stared at the boy on the screen, "Let's set it to be twice as difficult."

"Isn't it too harsh?"

"No." Ansanji looked up at the dome of the castle tower, where there was another person waiting for him in a coma, and whispered softly, "We can meet each other in the mountains and rivers, and we can look forward to it in the future."

Then he turned around and told Xiaochun beside him: "Go and wake up Qingji and let her go out to play."

...

"Boss! Come and play on the boat!" Natsume called softly and loudly.

Looking at each other from a distance, on a surging river with abundant water under the green mountains, a large horse-drawn boat decorated with red and white horizontal stripes was docked on the shore.

Students from Dongda Art School are already on the boat, waiting for his arrival.

"Here we come!" Yuxian boarded the ship calmly and calmly.

Kuro Mutong stretched out his hand and pulled him onto the board of the boat to prevent him from accidentally falling into the water. From that day on, the tenderness of being a sister was fully displayed without any concealment.

Today, the girls are all dressed very beautifully. Natsume Qingyin is dressed in a beautiful purple gauze dress, with her forehead hair raised with a gorgeous headband. She has a posture of a samurai child, but she always speaks with vigor and no dignity. .

Chie Fujiwara is cuter than usual, with two buns tied on the back of her head, looking at the handsome Yuzuru and giggling, looking very naive.

Akagi Ryosuke, the young man, is also very elegantly dressed. The narrow-sleeved silk kimono is tied with Hakata's golden belt, which complements his dyed blond hair.

Standing next to him was Oka Giyu wearing the family crest and kimono, standing beside him like a loyal samurai.

It is said that Akagi Ryosuke found a carriage early in the morning and learned from Wei Jie, a handsome man from the Jin Dynasty, to travel, and he successfully passed the test of temperament.

The most beautiful one is undoubtedly the black wooden boy, dressed in unicorn and colorful clothes, with a jade hairpin on his head. He is as graceful as a princess and has a warm smile that shines like the sun.

In the darkness among the green mountains and green waters, the eyes of the warriors of the Yuan family were on this boat, silently protecting her.

Yuxian Zhisheng walked up to her and motioned for her to follow him into the cabin.

We waited until we got to a place where the TV cameras couldn’t capture it.

Yu Xian put his hand into her long neck, trying not to damage her beautifully decorated Tang Dynasty bun, and secretly put the small yellow flowers picked by the roadside into the ends of her hair.

"Sister, there are bugs." He said with a smile.

"Where are the bugs?" Kuromu Tong was not panicked, "Help me get rid of them."

I saw Yuxian Zhisheng holding her hand, placing it softly on the flower, picking the flower, and said softly: "Sister, it's not a bug, it's the bug that turned into a flower."

The young man has a handsome figure and an elegant temperament. He does not seem to be joking, but seems to have discovered a miraculous surprise.

Kuro Mutong couldn't stand it any longer, and turned away with his pretty red face. After a while, he came back and patted his head, making Yu Xian giggle childishly.

"Where should we go first?" Kuromu Tong asked softly.

"Let's talk first." Yu Xianzhisheng put flowers in her ears and hugged her body eagerly, "This is the most time-consuming."

The big boat was wandering in the water, bathing in the sunshine. The river was intoxicated with the joy of autumn on both sides of the river, and the boat was lazily and slowly brought to the shore.

The group of people walked towards the Talking Hall. Along the way, there were lush old trees, their branches blocking the sky and the sun. The damp ground was covered with moss, and the coldness soaked into their skin.

In the forest, there was an old monk playing Go alone, with two burly warriors waiting next to him.

Natsume Qingyin jumped over to look at it for a while, then jumped back like a deer.

After walking a few dozen steps forward, it suddenly became clear.

The pavilion under the sun is extremely beautifully decorated, with square-shaped paper-shaded lamps every three meters. There are vendors selling coconut juice, grilled tofu, and red bean soup everywhere to serve the students.

At the entrance, they met people from Keio Private School.

Shen Huiling was holding a bowl of red bean soup and was about to take a sip when he caught sight of Yu Xian, who was walking towards him. He was stunned for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and threw the bean soup into the trash can. .

"Unlucky, no more playing, just go in." She waved.

Park Zunshi, who was wearing a kimono, saw Yu Xian's childishness and excitedly insisted on dancing on the spot, but was pulled away by people from Keio Private School with a wry smile.

Yuxian Zhisheng and his group followed forward, but were suddenly stopped by two burly warriors.

"This place is temporarily closed to everyone, please go back!"

"What do you mean? Then how could they get there?" Ryosuke Akagi jumped out and pointed at the group of people from Keio Private School who entered the pavilion.

The burly warrior smiled contemptuously: "You have ignored the master here. Even if you go in, no one will give you questions. Why go in again and waste your time?"

"Where is your master?" Yu Xian asked innocently.

The burly warrior stretched his neck and looked behind him. It was the old monk who was playing chess alone under the tree just now: "To be honest, the chess that my master is thinking about is a big chess that concerns the life and death of the world. Since it concerns the world, then the world's chess Everyone has the responsibility to share their worries. If you can't share your worries, why go forward?"

"What kind of nonsense is this..." Yu Xian was speechless for a while and said, "Let's go, take me to see it."

The warrior's eyes immediately became respectful and he invited him under the tree just now.

There is an exquisite problem on the Go board.

Black has more and white has less, the dragon is besieging it, and white is about to fall into a dead end.

The wind blew the leaves, and Yu Xian studied it for a while, then picked up the white seeds and placed them in the lower left corner.

"Gao Mu, you are taking the path of killing." The old monk whispered, picked up the black piece and followed, "You have to use your strength even if you are about to die. You have the best courage."

"Whatever you want." Yu Xian said naively, "The survival of the world has nothing to do with me."

The black army invaded the hinterland of the white chess piece, and the lone son in the white formation began to deal with the black army. This is a brave chess piece that only wants to fight hand-to-hand. One person kills thousands of troops, blasting bloody chess pieces in the black chess piece. Big mouth.

This is how White came to life.

After untying the exquisite question, the old monk stood up and bowed slightly.

Yuxian Zhisheng nodded, and the leaves above his head fell like rain.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" the old monk asked.

"If I die, the world will die; if I live, the world will live." Yu Xian stood up, "Isn't this the kind of chess you want me to play?"

"Go, this game of chess will be very helpful for your conversation." The old monk closed his eyes.

Watching the young man fluttering his sleeves and leaving.

The old man took off his monk's uniform, laughed loudly and called Ansanji on the phone: "Yes, you saw it too, right? Well, there was a good show today..."

"This kid has stopped pretending at all."

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