My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 174 The Girl's Feelings Are Always Poems

As if aware of footsteps, the boy turned around slowly.The wide hem of the clothes fluttered in the wind, and the eyes looking at her were as warm as the breeze in March.

"woke up?"

"Just woke up." Niijima didn't know how to respond to that gentle gaze for a moment, he could only lower his head habitually, waiting for him to come over and rub his head.

"Go change your clothes."

"Eh?"

Niijima raised his head in surprise, and found Fujiwara Hoshiku standing in front of him holding a pink and white bathrobe.

"There is a festival here tonight. I will accompany you to have a good day. Then we will leave for Kyoto tomorrow."

The appearance of women's yukata is very similar to that of kimono, but yukata is not as cumbersome as kimono, and is generally suitable for relaxing occasions such as summer festivals and fireworks displays.The kimono is relatively more solemn, suitable for wearing on some important occasions such as weddings, coming-of-age ceremonies, and the first month.

Niijima changed into a yukata and stepped out on clogs, pink and white, like cherry blossoms in spring, and looked full of girlish feelings.

Fujiwara Xingkong found that pink and white really suit her. If it is an old woman, blue should be more suitable. Thinking about these things, he stretched out his hand to her.

"Let's go."

Ever since, the two hands were temporarily held together.

The warm summer breeze brushed over her cheeks, mixed with the cool mint flavor, and the dazzling sunlight came in, she was dazzled by the light and shadow and couldn't keep her eyes open.

What kind of feeling is it like to walk side by side with a teenager who seems to have walked out of a painting on the street?
Anyway, I just want my whole body to hang on him.

The Qingshiban road is winding, and the residential buildings on both sides are some ancient buildings that cannot be named. There are many lanterns hanging above the head, and there are even tram tracks on the ground.

It's just that I didn't see a stop sign along the way, nor did I see a single person.

Fujiwara Xingkong patiently explained: "This is the world of Shenyin, and it will be very lively after the magic time passes."

So, now it's the world of the two of us. Makoto Niijima turned his head slightly and peeked cautiously.

He has skin as delicate as ceramics, and a pair of deep but clear eyes, which seem to have crushed thousands of styles in them.

My heart was as sweet as if I had poured two cans of honey, my face was tense, and I managed to hold back the urge to laugh.

Niijima suddenly discovered how difficult it is to maintain the reserve of a young girl in this state.

Fujiwara Hoshikora rubbed her head vigorously: "Don't have any evil intentions, my brother-in-law will not spoil you in everything."

"You're the one full of bad thoughts."

Perhaps it was because the weather was too hot, after she finished speaking, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and there was also a thin layer of sweat beads on her forehead.

An unpopular town is not a suitable place to visit. The two walked along the bluestone slabs to the suburbs. Gradually, the bluestone slabs turned into dirt roads.

Long corridors, crystal clear rivers, lush trees.
The path is full of wild flowers, and the light green scent lingers on the tip of the nose. When the wind blows, it makes a rustling sound, cheerful and light, making people want to dance a waltz.

Niijima really couldn't remember what he was doing in the last second, but was dragged by him along the embankment in a daze.The ankle-length grass swayed like waves, and the sky was almost transparent, as if you could feel the temperature of the wind with your hands.

At noon, the two rested in the shade of the river embankment.The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the cicadas are dormant in the depths of the shade, chirping loudly.

"Eat something, or you won't be able to eat until night." Fujiwara Xingkong took out a rice ball tightly tied with wicker and green leaves, untied it and handed it to Niijima Ma.

"feed me."

"You don't have to go too far!"

"I don't care, anyway, you have to listen to me whatever you do today."

"Okay, open your mouth."

"Ah, um~~"

(￣～￣) Chew!
"good to eat!"

Fujiwara Xingkong joked: "If you eat other people's food casually in Shenyin Town, you will become a pig."

Niijima raised his chin and asked, "Before I turn into a pig, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Fujiwara Xingkong, who had a cute expression, thought about it and replied, "Don't get too fat, you will be killed."

"Oh, why do you speak so annoyingly?"

"Isn't that what I always say?"

"It seems to be right. From the first time I met you, you are very annoying."

After lunch, I didn’t want to go anywhere, so I simply lay down on the river embankment where Didang flowers, rhododendrons and rainy bamboos were blooming randomly to relax.

"Hey~ Fujiwara."

"Ok?"

"When I saw you this morning, I felt that you seemed to have a little more divinity."

"Divinity?"

The girl's soft palms were slightly hot, and Fujiwara Hoshiku suddenly thought of the half-cooked Snowflake Wagyu beef very unpleasantly.

People who can think this way should not be able to talk about divinity.

He stood up, walked to the water's edge and looked at his own shadow.

Speaking of it, there is no big change from when I first crossed three years ago-it is that I have grown a little taller and my hair has grown a little.It's the same face, the same person...it really hasn't changed.He squatted down and looked at himself carefully, but he didn't find anything that could be scary.

"Bullshit divinity." Fujiwara Xingkong returned to Niijima's side cursing, and the two looked at the sky together in a daze.

The summer sky is azure blue, with only a few wisps of pale white smeared by a few sparse clouds, like a few strokes of color painted by a painter when he is testing paint.

Masa Niijima held a plant of foxtail in her hand. She pinched off the spikes of the foxtail little by little. After the spikes were all pinched off, she wrapped the bare stalk around the Fujiwara starry sky like a thin rope. on the finger.

Then, she wrapped another one around her finger, and compared the two fingers together, it looked like a pair of large rings.

"Hey~ Fujiwara."

"what happened again?"

"Look over there."

Following her fingers wrapped in foxtail, she could see that the bank on the opposite side of the river was full of pink astilbes, and when the wind blew, the flowers fell to the river surface and drifted with the waves.

"After all, we have to return to real life, and real life can't be too fairytale, right?"

She whispered, then took a deep breath as if calming down, and as soon as her body softened, she rolled into Fujiwara Xingkong's arms.

"The relationship between us is like the falling flowers and flowing water over there. They met upstream and walked together for a certain distance. Then, the flowing water evaporated and turned into white clouds, while the petals drifted down to the downstream to rot and take root."

"The ending is undoubtedly sad, but if this trip is a happy one, I will have no regrets in this life. What about you?"

She probably meant that Luohua intended to be ruthless. Fujiwara Xingkong's expression was a little numb, and he probably knew something, but he didn't seem to have a good way to deal with it.

"Okay, you don't need to talk about it." Niijima rolled onto him and looked down with his back to the sun.

"I know it's wrong, so I won't ask for anything."

"As you said, this is a fairy tale. After we get out of here, we will go back to the way we were before."

Fujiwara Xingkong hugged her stiffly, heard her soft voice, and felt the curve of her body with both hands.

"I'm also a 17-year-old girl with flesh and blood." Makoto Niijima buried his cheeks on Fujiwara Hoshiko's neck, sucked in his unique breath, and begged: "Just this time, just it's here."

"I have always only known how to consider my own feelings. So even if I apologize to you now, it is just an act against my will for self-satisfaction."

"But you are different. You are the kind of person who can accept my waywardness completely, and then smile and say thank you to me. Because of this, I like you so much."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she seized them, and then shook her head desperately: "Forget what I just said, is it okay? Please."

Indistinctly, she could already hear her choked up sobs.

Fujiwara Xingkong reached out and touched her head, feeling very complicated, and sighed: "Since it's in a fairy tale, why don't you think about something happy before you wake up?"

These words seemed to give Niijima enough courage, her breathing became rapid and her throat began to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, she slowly lowered her head, avoiding Fujiwara Xingkong's lips, and planted a kiss on his forehead, and then slid down his cheek all the way to his earlobe and neck.

The breath of wind, the tone of light, the little flowers dotted in the wild grass, the poetic feelings of a girl
Gradually, Niijima seemed to be melting away, lying on top of him and unwilling to get up.

Fujiwara Hoshikora squinted his eyes, feeling her soft body, and the two hugged each other and spent the long summer day together.

It was approaching evening, and the western sky was tinged with a thin layer of crimson light.

The shadows of the trees gradually extended to the two of them. On the pier of the river, a large ship with lights was docked. Monsters of various shapes came out of the cabin and poured into the town where the lights gradually lit up.

(End of this chapter)