The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

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During halftime.

The two actors walked off the stage and made a slight adjustment.

The aunts ate at the seats and discussed the plot.

"Mr. Kataoka's female character is so handsome and makes people's hearts flutter."

"Yingji is so pitiful. This man sold her to a brothel, but she has no regrets."

"Yes, Sakuraji is a princess, and she is treated like that."

"It seems like she still loves that man, even though she says she hates him on the surface."

There was a group of kids nearby competing to see who could eat the seaweed rolls the fastest.

Then there was a sound of 'kacha kacha'.

The aroma of watermelon, natto, cucumber, rice balls, and barley tea floats in the air.

Yuxian shouted, I'm hungry, I'm hungry.

Miyamoto Yukiko went to buy him octopus balls, seaweed rolls, and boxed coffee.

When I came back, the feather string on the seat had disappeared.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and she pulled the women who were eating next to her: "Where is my child?"

"Yeah, you said that beautiful child was taken away by the staff!"

"Yeah, I went behind the scenes."

Someone pointed to the curtain behind the ikebana.

Behind the stage, Mr. Kataoka Takao was shaking hands with Hazuru and asking for his autograph.

This was the first time that Yu Xian had met such a middle-aged fan, so he signed his autograph and held his frost-covered hand.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Standing aside, Tozaburo Sakadama, dressed as Princess Sakurahime, said softly, holding his throat.

"It's my turn." After he said that, he walked to Yu Xian's side.

He put his arm around Yuxian Zhisheng's shoulders, and Yuxian Zhisheng made a "yeah" gesture, and the photo lights lit up.

"It would be great if I could see you again when I return to Tokyo." Tozaburo said sadly.

"Are you still going to perform?" Yu Xian asked naively.

"Yes, there are still more than 30 concerts to be held before the year. When is your concert planned to be held? I will definitely go to support it then." Tosaburo said with his thin lips.

"I don't know about this either." Yu Xian said naively.

"It would be great if you could also play kabuki." Mr. Kataoka said with a smile, "There are almost no people in kabuki anymore. They are all old people like us."

It is said that Kami Erei has revealed her identity as a girl to the media. Mr. Hanajiro Hanakage, the top player in the kabuki industry, was so angry with her that he went to the hospital that day.

The ancient art of Kabuki will soon be lost.

From now on, these women may have to watch TV at home during the Chinese New Year, which is unfortunate when you think about it.

These masters embarked on a nationwide tour, not only to expand the influence of this ancient art, but also with the purpose of collecting a few good seedlings in the countryside.

Miyamoto Yukiko opened the curtain and the staff stopped her.

Yuzuru waved to the two actors, and the two actors bowed to the junior. Their status did not require bowing at all. Did it mean begging? No matter which sect he joined, whether it was Zuemon, right Whether it's Emon or not, it's a huge good thing for the Kabukicho community.

In Japan, Mei Lanfang of the Chinese Peking Opera School is also a favorite of women and can even be said to be a god.

Yuzuru is naive and doesn't know how to play kabuki. But in his previous life, when he was a child, he studied Peking Opera.

Chinese classical drama and Japanese classical drama are inextricably linked and very similar.

If he wants to learn kabuki, he should be able to pick it up quickly.

There are quite a lot of dramatic elements in the Dahe drama "Battle of the Son". When he was going to Tokyo in the next two days to try out the scene at the filming base, he would see if he could show off his skills and show off his skills.

After all, it is necessary to become a leading actor.

Seeing Miyamoto Yukiko coming to him, Yu Xian fled back quickly.

When he returned, he had something else in his hand - a special meal for a kabuki actor.

He specially asked for this from Mr. Kataoka, and Mr. Kataoka happily gave it to him.

Sit back to your original position,

He opened the wooden lunch box ostentatiously and showed the contents to Miyamoto Yukiko.

There was baked macaroni inside, and a white sauce made from chicken thighs and mushrooms was sprinkled on top. Next to it were fried dumplings and fried pork chops without garlic.

There are fruits on the lower layer, including avocado, apple, and watermelon cubes.

There was also a small bottle of sake.

Many kabuki actors believe that drinking sake before going on stage will help their performance.

Yu Xianzhisheng gave the meal to Miyamoto Yukiko and let her eat it.

He had an expression on his face that said, "I'm awesome, please praise me."

Miyamoto Yukiko had never eaten this thing before, so she ate it all out of curiosity and drank some sake.

Yu Xian was still leaning on her arms, chewing on seaweed rolls, and resting his head on her breast.

After drinking, Xuezi was in a high mood, no longer gentle and elegant, but cheerful.

She has a very low drinking capacity.

For some reason, he felt that Xuezi's chest was soft after drinking, like melted snow. Covering the sky with snow.

He must be relaxed.

The play ended, the rain stopped, and the moon came out.

The rich people went back in three-wheeled sports cars, but most people walked.

Miyamoto Yukiko bought the actor’s sticker at the door and put it on her bag. It was very beautiful.

When she was buying stickers, Yuzuru picked up a thousand yen bill.

Whose banknote could it be?

Looking around, there are all people, and they are all scattered.

Miyamoto Yukiko is going to take him and send the money to the police station.

According to Japan's Lost Property Law, if the owner does not come to claim it after six months, the 1,000 yen will belong to Hazuru Shisei.

Of course, neither of them would have such a purpose.

Yuxian picked up the banknote, sniffed it under his nose, looked at the oil stains on the corner, and said, "Xuezi, I probably know who lost it."

Miyamoto Yukiko tilted her head in surprise, wondering if he had some magic: "Who is it?"

"This is my reasoning. If it's correct, can you kiss me?"

Miyamoto Yukiko thought about it and agreed.

Yuxian Zhisheng is a child of a god, but he is not a superpower. How does he know?

He took Miyamoto Yukiko to the theater to find the poor woman selling goods.

When I asked, it turned out to be the money she had lost.

Moreover, not only this one, but about five were lost.

The other four were probably picked up by others and were not planned to be returned.

Yuxian let out a childish cry and said, "I seem to know where those four are!"

He ran out, took out four of his own bills from his pocket, came back, said he had picked them up where he was just now, and handed them to the woman.

The woman cried with joy and kept saying thanks.

Miyamoto Yukiko knew that it was his own money, and she was happy for his kindness.

But how did he figure it out?

This was something she couldn't wait to find out.

"Listen to me and you will understand." Yu Xian was walking on the country road.

"That's because of the smell and oil stains on the banknotes." He said, stretching out his hand, "Xuezi, smell my hand."

Yukiko smelled his hand, and it was the scent of octopus balls.

That woman was selling octopus balls, which was true, but based on this alone, it was still an exaggeration to infer that it was her.

"What if it belongs to a guest?" she asked.

"No, no, first of all, customers won't pay a large amount of money to buy octopus dumplings for one hundred yen and three. Of course, if they do, I will take this into consideration."

"So, there is still oil stains!" Yu Xian said naively.

He took out a thousand yen bill and asked Miyamoto Yukiko to put it back in his wallet.

Miyamoto Yukiko took it, held the top of the bill, and inserted the money into her wallet.

"Give it to me again." Yu Xian said innocently.

She took out the money curiously and handed it over again.

Yuxian Zhisheng pinched the edge of the money and took it over.

"Yukiko, look, if I were a woman selling octopus balls, when I was collecting money, my hands would hold the corners, like this."

"If you are a customer and receive the change, you will hold the top of the money with your fingers because it is easier to put back in your wallet."

"The oil stain is on the corner, not on the top, which means that it is more likely to receive money. She is the only one selling octopus balls at the venue and needs to receive money. Who else could she be?"

"So that's it."

"That's why she dropped the money. She didn't have time to put her wallet away, so she kept it in her pocket."

On the way home, the two of them were tired.

Miyamoto Yukiko bought a cup of milk tea and drank it.

Just passing by a three-wheeled sports car on its way back, Miyamoto Yukiko stopped the driver and rented the car.

In the car, Miyamoto Yukiko kissed him on the cheek as a reward.

"Zhisheng, you are a kind and smart child." She said seriously.

Yu Xian was extremely happy.

Looking up, the moonlight in the sky is so beautiful.

The sky looks clear because of the cold. I wonder when it will snow?

Yuzuru took the half-drinked milk tea from Miyamoto Yukiko and put the straw into his mouth. It was very sweet.

He is a mysophobic person and will never touch anything that has been used by others.

But alone, he has no mysophobia towards Yukiko Miyamoto.

Last time, her urine was the same, and he didn't feel dirty while holding the urinal.

Her love is selfless.

He was in awe of this love.

Everyone, just think about it and you will understand.

If on that day, Miyamoto Yukiko adopted another child instead of him from the orphanage.

Will she love him like a child?

The answer is yes, because Yukiko Miyamoto is such a gentle woman.

Therefore, assuming that he is ugly and has no strength, she will love herself selflessly.

This he was sure of.

Her love is pure and flawless without any interest factors.

From the beginning to the end, she never asked him to help with those debts. There were astronomical figures in Yuxian's bank card. She would not have known about it, but she had never asked him for money.

She was just working hard in the clothing store by herself. Even if she was on vacation, she was busy reading books about clothing at home and designing her own clothes. Because she had to accompany him to the Snow Country, she couldn't participate in the store's business, so she was in the town. Earn money by doing odd jobs, no complaints, only happiness.

This kind of selfless love is noble.

There will never be another one in the world who gets the kind of love she has.

What a blessing it is to be that person!

However, sometimes, he also wanted her to be selfish and regard him as her personal possession. He hoped that she would love him as if she loved a man and dedicate everything to herself.

But how could this road be so easy?

Yukiko is a tough, traditional woman who will not fall in love with a boy.

She is realistic because she will age earlier.

It was probably because I didn't want to delay him that I suppressed the incomprehensible emotions in my heart.

When will she be able to release her heart?

Let her have the kind of love for herself that a woman has for a man, full of lust, unable to let go, willing to give everything, and can give anything?

No matter what, Yuxian will persevere.

He does not live for this, but he who lives for this is him.

Everyone, if you are not a person in the drama, who would really understand this kind of thing?

"Children, leave me a sip of the milk tea." Miyamoto Yukiko, who was looking at the moon, came back to her senses and said.

"Ah, I've finished drinking." Yu Xian said naively.

Miyamoto Yukiko took two sips, but nothing came up. She opened the plastic cover of the milk tea and fed all the unsucked pulp underneath into his mouth.

arrive home.

After taking a bath, Miyamoto Yukiko, with wet hair, went to the yard and brought the leftover fried dumplings from lunch to the tit. The tit took the fried dumplings in its mouth and flew away towards the forest.

The sky is transparent black, the wings of the birds are contrasting, and the earth is empty.

It's going to snow.

...

December 5th, the day before I packed my bags and returned to Tokyo.

Yukiko is sick.

So I returned to Tokyo and postponed it for two days.

Yu Xianzhisheng canceled the ticket and took care of Yukiko Miyamoto at the bedside with all her heart.

"Sorry for delaying you." She said blankly, looking at the ceiling, her face haggard and beautiful.

"Work is not one ten thousandth as important as you, don't say such things." Yu Xian said naively, sitting on the edge of the bed, outside.

The sun was setting and it was raining in the sky.

Yu Xian's naive mat and quilt were spread on the ground, and the two of them slept in her room together.

Miyamoto Yukiko was worried about passing the cold to him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him away.

He brought hot water, wiped Xuezi's face, and took out the thermometer from under her arm. It was back to thirty-nine degrees. She had already taken medicine, but the temperature would not go down no matter what.

It seems that it is not just a cold, but also a fever.

It must be a viral infection. During this period, many people in the town got sick.

Yu Xian said "I'm going to find a doctor" and stood up.

As soon as she got up from the chair, Xuezi took his hand, shook her head, huddled in the bed as if she was cold, and said in a soft voice: "Don't go, just look at me, I will get better soon."

If his sight can make her feel better, even if it lasts for ten thousand years, Yu Xian is still willing to do it.

"I'll be back soon." Yuxian said naively.

Leaving his hand, Xuezi became drowsy and did not respond.

After hearing the sound of the door closing, a line of tears suddenly and silently flowed from the corner of her eyes. The clear teardrops slid down and washed away the red mark on her lips.

She turned over with great effort and took out the lipstick from under the pillow. This lipstick was bought in a grocery store. I heard it was a hard lipstick from Mitchell brand from the United States. This lipstick was brought to the two sisters by their uncle in the city. The sisters didn't use lipstick, so Yuzhen bought it at the original price and gave it to Miyamoto Yukiko.

Miyamoto Yukiko has many lipsticks, each of which is more expensive than this one, but recently she likes to use this lipstick and paints her lips red every morning.

She put on the lipstick, carefully put it away, and slowly lay down on the bed.

An hour later, Yu Xian arrived home with a country doctor.

"It may be pneumonia." The village doctor said, "But don't worry too much."

After saying that, he gave Xuezi an injection.

Yu Xianzhisheng stared closely at his hand and squeezed Miyamoto Yukiko's shoulder. Then, he watched the needle pierce Yukiko's white skin, and the medicine was slowly injected into her body.

At night, Yukiko Miyamoto's face was red, sweating profusely, and she said she was hungry.

Yuxian Zhisheng made millet porridge for her and boiled three eggs. Miyamoto Yukiko ate them all with a slurp and lay on the bed and burped.

I looked at the thermometer and saw that it had dropped to thirty-seven degrees.

The next day, Xuezi's illness completely recovered.

The sun was warm and shining on her cheeks. When she woke up, she found that Yu Xian was reading a basic medical book in his childish hands.

"What are you doing, childish?" she asked softly.

"I'm studying medicine." Yu Xian said naively.

If it weren't for Xuezi's illness this time, he would never be interested in medicine in his life.

Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and touched his head. Yuxian narrowed his eyes and enjoyed her touch.

When he fell in love with Xuezi, he was a stingy man and a worthless fool. If Xuezi had a cold, she could see a doctor. But if there was a problem with her private parts in the future, would she also need to see a doctor?

With this purpose in mind, he prepared to turn medical skills into one of his skills.

"Whatever you need, I will give it to you," he said.

...

On December 8th, the weather was sunny and cold.

The texture of sunlight is like glass, which cannot protect you from the cold.

Putting on the sweater that Xuezi knitted by himself, Yu Xian picked up his suitcase, and Hua Niao Feng Yue hugged his arm.

I'm going back to Tokyo to audition.

Yukiko Miyamoto drove them to Niigata Airport in a Nissan 240sx.

Along the way, she didn't speak.

Watching the two people walking towards the airport, she smiled and waved.

Back home, Tian Kongkui sat under the eaves, holding a doll and waiting for her.

Miyamoto Yukiko sat down next to her.

"I don't believe in gods, but I can ask gods to bless me."

"I want to watch the first snowfall with that kid."

"So, when he comes back, it will be snowing."

She thought this while standing in the yard, watching the birds fly away.

...

Tokyo, here we are.

Yuzuru Shisheng and Hanatori Fugetsu took a special car sent by Upper East University of the Arts and rushed towards the largest film and television shooting base in Japan.

In the car, he recalled in his mind the Peking Opera he had learned as a child.

Today is an important day, and it should be used later. I hope they won't be too surprised.

Waiting for him there, in addition to a lot of big names in the entertainment industry, are also the national writer Dan Shenghuazhi who is responsible for the script, and Mr. Chunjiang Descendants, who is known as the most demanding director in the industry.

He is not the only idol who came to audition today.

When Yu Xian was born on the set, she discovered that life is full of surprises.

At first glance, I saw Shen Huiling.

The girl who hadn't seen him for two months, with hair down to her shoulders and wearing a gorgeous dress while reciting her lines, opened her lips slightly when she saw him walking in. Then she turned her head away with a look of disgust on her face.

To be honest, it wouldn't be a surprise if she was the only one.

Yu Xian's childish gaze shifted to the left.

He looked at the blond-haired little loli whom he had seen at Yingmeng Academy with a group of children who had stripped off his clothes.

She slowly turned her little head, her eyes gradually brightened, and she smiled sweetly at him.

Yuxian Zhisheng didn't want to get entangled with these two female brats. He thought it would be over here, but he didn't expect that the person standing at the front to greet him was in for another surprise.

It was a young man, about his age, with heavy bags and dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept well. He was biting his fingers and looking at him with a sinister smile.

Next to him, stood a girl carrying a sword. The sword was very thin and did not seem like a prop.

"You're finally here." He licked his tongue boredly.

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