My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 239 For the next spring, let's move on.

Early in the morning on August 8, the cruise ship returned to the mainland from Bird Island, and arrived at Tokyo Port at noon.

Wearing a white chiffon shirt, a blue skirt, and a sun hat, Shino Tsuchimikado walked towards the parking lot of the pier, humming a happy tune.

The weather was still fine, the midday sun made everything shine, and the sea breeze blew her maroon perm hair, giving her delicate face a more feminine charm.

After walking for a while, she suddenly turned around, "Why are you following me?"

Fujiwara Xingkong replied without changing his face: "I want to take a car back to Shinjuku."

"Sorry, I'm going to Shinagawa, which is the opposite direction from yours."

Shino Tsuchimikado spread her hands, turned around and continued walking towards the parking lot.

Fujiwara Xingkong heard the "da da da" sound of her heels hitting the ground, and continued to follow behind.

Under the blue sky, a handsome and clean boy, and a delicate and charming aunt.
A few minutes later, Tsuchimikado Shino's yellow convertible sports car drove out of the parking lot and roared up the Rainbow Bridge connecting Shibaura and Odaiba in the Minato District.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Fujiwara Hoshizo spoke casually.

"The seal in Asakusa Shrine. Can you dissolve it?"

"of course can."

"That's good. I've been to Asakusa Shrine so many times, but I didn't find such a thing."

Shino Tsuchimikado, who was driving with one hand, snorted noncommittally, she leaned on the car window with the elbow of her other hand, fisted her hand, and supported her tilted head.

"Then when are you going to take me to see it?"

"Why should I take you to see the dead body of my ex-girlfriend?"

"That's my mother-in-law!"

His expression of displeasure made Ms. Tsuchimikado laugh, "I've dealt with her since I was 16, so what if it's your mother-in-law?"

Fujiwara Xingkong thought about it, and decided to set back her pride: "20 years ago, the number one priestess was Natsuki Makawa, so who is the number one priestess now?"

"Of course it's me!" Tsuchimikado Sinon subconsciously puffed out her chest, she pointed at the tip of her nose, under the bright sunlight, that index finger was almost flawless white.

Fujiwara Xingkong said proudly: "Then I have unlocked the same achievement as you!"

"Bah!"

The screeching sound of brakes sounded, and Fujiwara Xingkong almost flew out. He was still in shock and before he had time to question, he saw Tsuchimikado Shino pointing to a bakery on the side of the road: "The truffle bread in that shop is very good. Buy me two back."

"You wait for me!"

Fujiwara Xingkong threw down a cruel sentence, jumped out of the car, and ran to line up in front of the store.

Shino Tsuchimikado smiled lightly and put on a pair of sunglasses.

About 10 minutes later, Fujiwara Xingkong turned around with a paper bag containing two truffle breads. Amid the thick creamy scent, he had lost sight of the yellow sports car.

A sprinkler truck passed by, and while the asphalt road was wet, there was a smell of water vapor evaporating.

Fujiwara Xingkong stood still and ate two truffle breads, wiped his mouth clean, and took a taxi back to Nishi-Shinjuku.

The moment the back touched the back of the chair, I felt a little tinnitus, as if I heard the sound of the sea breeze passing through the rusty barbed wire.

When I got home, I took out the newspapers for the past two days from the mailbox, put them under my arm, and took out the key to open the door.

There was silence inside the door, and when Fujiwara Xingkong was changing shoes at the entrance, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Sandwiched between his own running shoes, tennis shoes, leather shoes, and espadrilles, there was a pair of long buckskin heels.The style of the shoes is very familiar, and there is a small silence like dust floating on it.

These are Miss Milo's shoes.

Fujiwara Xingkong rushed up to the second floor and found her lying on the dining table with two arms resting on her forehead. Her long black hair covered her cheeks and face. Between the hair strands, her neck that had never been exposed to the sun and looked bloodless was faintly visible. .

On the left side of her hair, there is a pot of withered geraniums.

"Meilu sang," he greeted, his voice sounded nothing like his own, more like a voice that came from a long distance and became extremely weak after a long distance.

No echo.

Fujiwara Hoshizora walked towards her and sat down opposite her, resting his forehead on his palms.

The sunlight coming in through the windows split the tabletop in two halves in awe.He was in the warmth of the sun, and she was curled up in the colorless shadow.

"Want something to drink?"

Still no response.

She looks like she is dead or asleep.

After confirming that she was unable to speak for the time being, Fujiwara Xingkong got up and went into the kitchen to boil water and make coffee.

The steam from the kettle and the strong sunlight complement each other, making the kitchen room very stuffy. Hoshiya Fujiwara closed the windows, turned on the air conditioner, and instantly placed two coffee cups on the table.

After the water boils, turn off the power.Wait 30 seconds and pour water over the ground coffee.The powder is sucked into the hot water, slowly expands, and the warm aroma begins to rippling in the room.

There seemed to be a few Zens calling outside, their voices were soft and feeble, as if they were doing their last practice for the summer.

After brewing two cups of coffee, I sat at the table and waited quietly until the sky in the west began to turn crimson. Miss Milo's body moved, and it was time to meet the devil again.

"Did you come last night?" Fujiwara Hoshikora picked up the already cold coffee and took a sip.

Miss Milo lay her head on the table and shook her head slightly.

"Waiting for me all this time?"

She didn't answer.

After a full 30 seconds of silence, she lifted her face from the table at a slow and balanced speed, not daring to look at him, but staring melancholy at the withered potted plant.

A few strands of black, slender hair clung to her cheeks, and a slight moisture moved over her face like aura.

"Sorry." Miss Meilu was a little embarrassed, "I came here without telling you."

Fujiwara Hoshikora pushed the tissue box on the table over, she blew her nose with it, and then used her fingers to brush the hair on her cheeks.

"This is your home too. I'm sorry to say anything when I go back to my own home."

"Ah, I'm afraid that after that snow girl finds out, you will suffer again."

"Ahem." Fujiwara Xingkong cleared his throat in embarrassment, "I'm going to get something to eat, do you want it?"

"it is good."

There are only a few vegetables left in the refrigerator, so I have to make a green salad.

Fujiwara Hoshizora took a blue deep-bottomed glass plate from the refrigerator, then cut cucumbers, tomatoes, and red cabbage, poured half a can of corn kernels into it, and finally poured all the remaining salad dressing on it.

When she came out of the kitchen, Miss Milo was holding the coffee cup with her hands folded, as if she was warming up the cold, her lips were lightly pressed against the cup and she was looking at him fixedly.

The red sunlight outside the window outlines the geometry of her body, and the straps of the white lace bra are faintly visible from the neckline of the white dress.

Fujiwara Xingkong returned to sit opposite her with two plates of salad: "Why are you looking at me like this? Is there anything strange?"

"No. It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time."

Miss Milo's lips parted a little, and then recovered immediately.She had to keep reminding herself to keep her mouth shut, otherwise, the bloody gash would scare many people.

"Fujiwara Xingkong ate a cucumber and frowned. The cucumber that had been frozen for a long time was soft and tasteless. He raised his head from the salad plate and looked at her face through the withered potted plant.

"Is your body failing?"

"It's really not good recently." Miss Meilu lowered her head, her voice became very low, "Does it mean that time is running out?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora nodded.

Miss Meilu bit her lips, but smiled lightly: "It's great, I can be relieved."

"For the last time, you can stay here."

"That won't work, how can I spend the night at your house."

"Didn't I say, this is your home too."

Miss Meilu covered her blushing face: "Really. Is it really okay?"

"Of course, as the cost of staying." Fujiwara Xingkong pushed the empty plates on the table to her, "Miss Milo, please be responsible for washing the dishes these days."

"no problem!"

Miss Milo put the clothes hanging by the kitchen door around her waist, tied a beautiful bow, and carried the empty dishes into the kitchen sink.

Fujiwara Xingkong leaned over and took a look. The white skirt was like white lisianthus flowers dancing in the wind in the field.He had to sigh again, Miss Meilu's figure is really good.

Miss Meilu, who was squeezing out the dish soap, suddenly trembled all over, and her little hands trembled.

"Fuji Fujiwara?" His voice was hot.

"Ms. Milo." Fujiwara Hoshikora responded to her, wrapping his hands around her waist at the same time, "I used to hope that you could stay in this world for a long time, so I kept deliberately avoiding you, but now I don't have to worry anymore."

The closest person is sticking behind you, whispering to you.

"Wait until the evening." Miss Milo turned around, leaning her back against the sink, with her hands covering her chest, looking shyly at the starry sky of Fujiwara.

"What are you waiting for at night?"

"Eh?"

"I just want to give you a hug. Did Miss Milu think of something nasty?"

"Eh?"

Miss Milo bit her lower lip with difficulty, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were as bright as crystals.

"Wash the dishes quickly, do you want to eat and live for free?"

"Then don't move around." Miss Milo turned around trembling, rubbing her hands in the sink to create rich foam.

Fujiwara Xingkong did not move, it just moved very seriously.

When taking a bath at night, under Miss Milo's desperate resistance, she finally got the right to take a bath alone.

When it was Xingkong Fujiwara's turn to wash, he stood at the door of the bathroom and called out, "Miss Milu."

"What are you doing?"

"Would you like to wash it again with me?"

"No~!" Miss Meilu took a deep breath, "Hurry up, you're not a child anymore."

"Oh." Fujiwara Xingkong sighed, "Then don't peek."

"Who wants to peek at you!"

"Don't do nasty things while listening to the sound of water."

"!?How can it be!"

Miss Milo stomped the floor heavily, covered her face and ran back to the room.

If this boy is dumb, then I will definitely like him even more than now!

But, if he was dumb, wouldn't he be able to hear him saying that he likes me?
Miss Milu was lying on Fujiwara Xingkong's bed, his breath remained everywhere in this room.

After taking a bath and changing into a soft bathrobe, Hoshiya Fujiwara dried her hair before returning to her room and holding her in her arms.

Feeling the boy's body temperature so close, Miss Milo felt that her body, which had been dead for decades, was being revived bit by bit.

"Fujiwara." She stroked Fujiwara Hoshiko's cheek obsessively, "Thank you."

"How can I thank me?"

"Oh, thank you."

Fujiwara Hoshikora narrowed his eyes and put on an expression of enjoyment: "Miss Milo's figure seems to be getting better and better."

Sure enough, it would be better for him not to speak, otherwise he would really feel too shy.

He is a pervert!
You actually told the rip girl that you have a great body.

How can a normal person like an urban legend? Even if he likes it, he even kissed him forcefully and became his lover.

"Miss Milu." Xingkong Fujiwara reached out to wipe away the black blood dripping from her mouth, "Shouldn't you take the initiative tonight?"

"Hmm..." Miss Milu took a deep breath, raised her upper body, and slowly moved her face closer to his lips.

At the same time, her hand undid the strap of his bathrobe.

"By the way, what will Miss Milo do when she misses me?"

"What are you talking about?"

The bright moonlight shining in from the window reflected the heavy silhouettes of the two.The bed sheet under her body had already been stained a shocking dark red by the blood flowing from the opening at the corner of her mouth.

……

November 8, 28:8 am.

When he opened his eyes, Fujiwara Hoshizo confirmed the number from the electronic clock beside the bed.

A new hot day is about to begin, and through the window of the room, you can see the high-rise buildings in the distance, and their glass curtain walls are much more dazzling than usual.

He got out of bed and gave the whole room a thorough sweep.

I opened the drawers in the room one by one, and found an old scarf that had been bitten by insects, three hangers, a few packs of cotton swabs; there were neatly stacked underwear and socks left by her; there were also toothbrushes and hair dryers in the bathroom.

However, all the marks related to Miss Milo have disappeared, and even the fingerprints have not been left behind. Is it true that urban legends will leave fingerprints?

When Fujiwara Xingkong was thinking about this question, he just took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator, and drank it all in one go without pouring it into the cup.

The people who sit across the table these days, never show up again.Quietly looking at the chair where no one was sitting, I was stunned for a while.

I haven't gone out for a few days, but I feel tired for no reason.The body is tired and lazy, but the consciousness is very clear.

School starts in three days, and Hanako's affairs can't be put off any longer.

When walking down the first floor with the packed garbage, Fujiwara Xingkong glanced at the spirit cards.

No matter how much you miss them, they have all withered.

Keeping such a mark here is useless except to stimulate the people who are now around me.

He put down the trash, took the spirit cards to the attic on the second floor and hid them before going out with the trash.

For next spring, keep going.

(End of this chapter)