The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Xuezi took the envelope and sat on the sofa.

In the lazy spring afternoon, she opened the envelope in her hand.

[Yours sincerely, Ms. Miyamoto:]

【Wang Zhanxin and Shu Mei】

[The sun is cool in winter, are you okay? I'm sorry for writing to you suddenly. Please forgive me for being rude. It would be a great honor for me to be able to accept your elegance at night. 】

[When I first saw her, I was startled by the phantom. I still recall the beauty’s face, and my thoughts are hard to calm down day and night. 】

[When I think of you when I am busy, I feel like the waves hitting the rocks; when I think of you when I am free, I feel like the falling leaves in the courtyard. 】

[Looking at the sun, the day brings spring thoughts. Poverty cannot destroy the light you bring to me. 】

[When I dream at night, I always dream of wings flying upward, and the stars on the night sky are all your eyes. 】

【Unconsciously dreaming, I wake up wandering; I am alone, mourning. 】

[When I miss you at the intersection of day and night, I wonder if you can feel this love? 】

[Haha, such a sudden revelation of feelings is really unspeakable, and my face is completely red. To this day, I am still an unknown novelist. I have been writing novels for many years, but I am still empty-handed, but I heard that you The recent news must be more difficult for you than me, so I am sending you two thousand yen with this letter. Please accept this shabby feeling. 】

[The name of the new work is "The Great Gatsby". Can it be sold to support the family? To be honest, I am not sure, but I am eager to gain something, which will give me the courage to approach you. 】

[Ms. Miyamoto, happiness depends on your choice. Untie the shackles of your soul, you are like a sweet flower, please let yourself grow like a flower... Please spread your wings and release yourself to your heart's content. 】

[The words here are all from the bottom of my heart; if you don’t like it, you can avoid it]

[It’s cold in spring, so take care of yourself]

[I will send you a letter later]

Signature: [Mr. Shi Shen]

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Yukiko Miyamoto put down the envelope and blinked.

The smooth white floor was filled with moisture, and the faucet in the kitchen was dripping with water. The flower buds on the branches outside the window were in full bloom, and were covered with a layer of shy spring by the afternoon sun.

The glass is soft and light, and the floating dust is brilliant.

The weather is as beautiful as a kiss.

Miyamoto Yukiko lowered her head, stared at the elegant handwriting on the letter, and smiled slightly.

It turns out that there is someone in this world who cares about you so much. In a place you don't know, he lives alone, missing you every day and night, and longing to be close to you.

He may have been unlucky, but he was really talented.

These sentences made her sincerely marvel at them, her heartstrings were gently touched, a warm breath overflowed from her chest, and she felt comfortable all over her body.

There is no woman who doesn’t like love letters.

Especially a love letter written by a talented person.

She loved these sweet words, so much.

I really want to copy it and use it as a bookmark, Miyamoto Yukiko thought in her heart.

"Who wrote the letter?" Yuxian Zhisheng washed an apple for her.

"A novelist." Xuezi took the apple, took a bite, and whispered with a red face.

"Can I take a look?"

"It's possible, but you can't understand it."

"It doesn't hurt to take a look." Yu Xian took the envelope and read it over.

"What a talented man," he said, and handed the letter back.

"Right! Very talented! Unconsciously dreaming, waking up from the dream, wandering; alone, sad. It's talking about himself, and it seems to be talking about me." Miyamoto Yukiko covered the envelope to her heart, feeling as if she had found it. Treasure smiled.

It feels good to know that someone understands.

“Most of the sweet words uttered by novelists are false, but don’t be fooled by their lies.

"Yuxian Zhisheng made himself a cup of coffee and said.

"Are you jealous?" Yukiko Miyamoto said with a narrow smile.

"A bit." Yuxian Zhisheng turned his back to her and snickered.

Why should I be jealous of my future self?

"I didn't expect that besides you, there is another person who cares about me so much, and he is also a novelist. Although I like reading, I have never been in contact with anyone who is a novelist."

"So, do you want to give it a try?"

"If you are disobedient in the future and always make me angry, there is no harm in giving it a try." Xuezi folded the letter and put it on the table.

Then she picked up the envelope, took out the two thousand yen contained in it, held it in her fingers, and showed it to him in a show-off manner.

"You are such a pauper. You dare to use this little money to show your shame." Yu Xian said naively.

"Don't talk about people like that. What if his novels become popular in the future? He will be rich by then, and there won't be many men with such true temperament in society now." Xuezi said.

"That's true." Yu Xian nodded naively.

"If you want the money, return it to him tomorrow. I will never use his money. I can earn it myself." Xuezi stuffed the money into the envelope again.

Then she looked at the mailing address and was stunned.

The mailing address field was empty, except that it was sent from Daping Street in Narita District. As a result, even if I wanted to write a thank you letter, I couldn't, let alone send the money back.

"Although ants are small, they are still meat. Just keep the money. Who makes that novelist admire you?" Yu Xian said naively.

Miyamoto Yukiko shook her head.

"There's no need to be so rigid. Our family is so short of money now. If we meet that guy one day in the future, wouldn't it be nice to return the money we earned to him, along with the interest. Besides, it's only two thousand yen. Fortunately, that guy had the nerve to send it over."

Miyamoto Yukiko hesitated for a while, then shook her head.

Yu Xian was so childish that the hand holding the coffee was shaking.

This big girl is really stubborn and terrible.

"Besides, if that guy..."

"Please don't call him that, childish, where are your manners?" Miyamoto Yukiko interrupted him.

Yuxian Zhisheng blinked, took a sip of coffee, and stopped talking.

Miyamoto Yukiko leaned on the sofa, picked up the apple, bit and chewed it gently, tilted her head thoughtfully, and swayed leisurely with her two long legs on the coffee table.

"If he is really popular in the future, do you plan to marry him?" After a while, Yu Xian asked softly.

"Isn't it good to marry him? If I can write novels and become famous, I can make a lot of money and have a status in society. Even if I don't learn figure skating from you, I will be able to live the life of a rich wife in the future and play golf with him every day. He plays football, and is picked up and dropped off by luxury cars when he goes out, and his husband is a novelist, so he has a lot of face when it comes to publicity.”

"Don't you plan to get married?"

"I changed my mind."

"Then you must give birth to the other person's child, right?"

"Let's live! It's none of your business!"

"you sure?"

"I am sure!"

"Xuezi, are you still angry about what happened this morning?" Yuxian sighed childishly, "So by saying these stupid things, do you want to force me to work hard and make progress? Don't you think you are childish?"

"Huh." Miyamoto Yukiko turned her head.

As long as you know.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, it's really boring." Yukiko Miyamoto got up from the sofa and rummaged for something in front of the TV cabinet.

"What are you looking for?" Yu Xian asked innocently.

"lighter."

"What are you doing with a lighter?"

"Burn the letter." Yukiko Miyamoto said without looking back.

Yu Xian was startled and put down the coffee cup in his hand: "Why did you burn the letter?"

"As I said, I don't plan to marry anyone in this life. Being with you for the rest of my life is enough. To be honest, this letter really makes me happy, but people have to face life, right? It does It's beautiful, but to me, you are only real as a child."

"I am your only one, have you forgotten?"

"So just burn it. I don't want to believe the nonsense the novelist said."

Yukiko Miyamoto stood up with great effort, "You said please spread your wings and release yourself to your heart's content... If you stand in front of me, I really want to beat this gangster up."

She had been sleeping soundly and eating well these past few days, her belly had grown, and she had lifted up her dress a little.

"Hiccup~" She gasped and hiccupped suddenly.

This is caused by standing up directly after squatting for a while. It is almost a common trouble for fat women.

Yu Xian's naive smile instantly fell on the sofa.

Miyamoto Yukiko came over angrily, picked up the cushion and threw it on him: "Don't laugh at me."

"I know, I know, giggle~" Yuxian continued laughing while hugging the cushion.

"But you didn't eat much for lunch?"

"Well, it's too expensive. I won't eat there in the future."

"Xuezi, who used to take you there?"

"My grandfather, father, and mother all took me there. I was still young at that time. I just thought it was delicious and I remembered it. Do you think it tastes good? Which one is there for lunch?"

"I think it's not as delicious as the instant noodles you make."

"Thank you, I'm very happy." Yukiko Miyamoto said.

"Thank you for making me happy. If you are happy, I will only be happier than you." Yu Xian said innocently, "When I grow up and make money, can I take you there too?"

"I will be happy to keep the appointment." Yukiko said.

The warm afternoon sun was shining on the floor, and the two people suddenly stopped talking.

But just sitting there, not talking, is very beautiful.

"Xuezi, why don't we think we are borrowing money from him?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Didn't this guy say that he will send letters again? Maybe he will send money next time. Then we will keep the money and put the letter aside. If I can't make any money in the future, we will use the money I won’t give it to him anymore. If I can make a lot of money in the future, let’s return the money to him.”

This is the original intention of my writing.

"Childish."

"Um?"

"I don't think it's like you to say such things." Xuezi said seriously.

Yu Xian's childish person blinked, shrank back, and muttered, "It doesn't matter."

Miyamoto Yukiko sat back on the sofa, pulled the paper tube, picked up the lighter and prepared to burn the letter.

"Do you really want to burn it?" Yuxian Zhisheng thought she was joking.

"Yeah." Miyamoto Yukiko nodded.

From the bottom of her heart, she liked these beautiful words very much, but it would be better if the novelist wrote these words to other women, so that she could copy them down for collection with peace of mind.

She doesn't want to be someone else's heroine, which makes her unhappy.

Even she found this strange. Watching the handsome male protagonist on TV buy a rose for the female protagonist, she would applaud happily. Seeing two people getting engaged, she would be sincerely happy. Seeing two people elope despite the pressure of their elders. , she would open a can of beer and cheer.

But if a handsome male protagonist gives her flowers, she will probably kick him into the ditch with a nonchalant expression.

There are such strange human beings in this world. When they see others falling in love, they laugh like fools. But when they fall in love, their days are like years, and they wish they could break up right after they started dating. Every time the other party sends a text message, I want to pull him out and beat him up. Please don't disturb my single aristocratic life. Please stay away.

All I can say is that I still don’t love it enough.

After all, there are so many people in the world, and only one in a million can have similar souls. Many people are like this, falling in love for no apparent reason, getting married in a confused way, and then living under the same roof under the pretext of love.

Just living together for a long time will feel very good.

Happiness itself is not something difficult to find, but most of the time happiness is not what people expect. People cannot always ignore the people around them because of what they want to pursue.

Yukiko Miyamoto understands this very well.

That’s why I decided to be a colorless person.

Colorless and transparent.

There is no need to outline your life in advance.

Just enjoy the moment.

Watch the rain when it rains, and the wind when there is wind.

With my feather baby.

The letter was gradually swallowed up by the flames, and Yu Xian's childish pupils reflected the sparks, watching the embers gradually disappearing in the trash can, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

He couldn't say whether he was happy or disappointed, but he did see that this big girl who valued him more than his own life would never fall in love with anyone in this life.

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PS. Have you eaten enough sweets? Let’s have fun playing piano tomorrow.

PS2. Regarding the release time, please take a look at the picture message I posted in the comment area. I will definitely do what I promised you. Please vote and reward me to support me!