My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 85 Cutscene, the light that cannot be held in the palm of your hand

It has been a long time since the afternoon class, and the time for club activities is coming to an end.

Looking out of the window, you can see the sky mixed with orange, yellow, and a little indigo.

Deliberately put on the atmosphere of "I am not waiting for someone, but enjoying the fun of reading", and the figure of the girl in the afterglow of the setting sun becomes extremely lonely.

"It's all your fault, I can't even remember the number of floors."

"How can you blame me for this? If you want to blame it, you are too beautiful to make me lose my way."

Xia Xilin heard footsteps and reflexively looked up to the door.

The young couple in school uniform held hands and stopped in front of the door. Their sweet expressions were too harmonious, too healthy and too dazzling in the setting sun.

Despite feeling very frustrated, Xia Xilin couldn't help squinting and admiring.

"Ah, Natsuki, I'm very sorry." Sousuke Kanbara stood in front of the door and bowed inside the door to apologize, "We were going to the Monster Club, but we accidentally went to the wrong floor and interrupted your reading. terribly sorry."

Compared to his cautiousness, his girlfriend Sonoda Eri smiled carefreely and said, "Natsuki-san is really beautiful, I don't know how lucky that idiot Fujiwara is to be your boyfriend. "

Xia Xilin responded with a smile: "You're welcome, I envy you too."

"Then let's go, goodbye Xia Xi."

"Goodbye."

The intimate conversation of the young couple gradually faded away, and Xia Xilin's eyes fell back on the book again, her thoughts were a little confused, so she had to tell herself over and over again in her heart that I was enjoying the fun of reading.

It was getting dark, and looking out the window, the sky was dark.The nearby residential buildings are lit up, and the neon signal lights are flickering on the more distant office buildings.

In the end, no one waited.

This tea art club, which had been there for more than two years, suddenly became much stranger.

Xia Xilin turned her head to look at the door in a daze, and tried to whisper, "Please, I really don't." Before the words fell, bursts of soreness welled up in her heart, and her eyes felt hot.

A tear welled up from the jewel-like eyes, followed by the second, and the third... These tears fell on the book unexpectedly, and the handwriting became blurred.

……

When I got home, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Xia Xilin walked alone in the huge courtyard that could make people lose their way. The pines and cypresses swayed, the moonlight poured down, and everything in the field of vision was covered with a layer of white cold light.

The young Yu Wen, the feeling of happiness left in the memory, has now become an unattainable phantom melody, and the microwaves rippling in the pupils of the gemstone, but there is no other shore that can be reached, like moonlight, is impossible to reach. Light in the palm of your hand.

"Xiao Lin." Mrs. Xia Xi, who was standing in front of the gate, smiled softly, "Come and have dinner, Dad is waiting for you."

Xia Xilin shook her head and smiled lightly, "I've eaten, mom and dad go eat, I'm a little tired, I want to rest early tonight."

"Do you want to go to the shrine tomorrow? Why don't you stay at home?"

"Let's go to the shrine, or grandma will curse again."

"Grandma is getting old, and sometimes she is stubborn. Just bear with me, and I will try to persuade her."

"Thank you mom, I can handle it myself, don't worry."

Xia Xilin turned and walked to the bathroom, leaving a lonely sigh in place.

After taking a shower, I returned to the room, turned off the light, and my pupils emitted a faint blue light at night.

He rested his head on his arm, and his skin, which was a little swollen from rubbing, was still very hot, and his cheeks were also very hot. His stomach had been uncomfortable for a day, and he didn't really want to eat.

All of these are fine, but the biggest problem is that the exhaustion of life cannot be encouraged by sufficient materials, and the remaining half-size bed cannot be covered by velvet quilts.

People sometimes think that "I am the happiest person in the world."

Even if you don't live in a maze-like mansion; you haven't enjoyed a group of servants to take care of your daily life; you don't have your own yacht; but you can think "I am the happiest person in the world" without caring.

In the same way, I never stayed in Auschwitz in Poland; I didn’t suffer from an incurable disease; I never lost all my family members in a fire or traffic accident; I don’t have to worry about where I will sleep tonight and what I will eat tomorrow ; but it is still possible to think that "I am the most unfortunate person in the world".

So, am I a happy person or an unfortunate person?

Xia Xilin couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to think deeply.

In the darkness, the phone screen illuminated a small space, and she stared at the photos on the screen obsessively.

In the photo, she is holding his arm, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling sweetly, showing her white and sharp teeth.

And his eyes wandered outside the camera, his expression was both helpless and funny.

The dim yellow lights on the streets of Harajuku shone on the two of them, as warm as a stove in a wooden house.

Freeze time and space, and keep the scenery at that moment forever, which can be appreciated and reminisced at any time.How appropriate and romantic is the method of naming mobile phone photos with time.

She held the phone in her heart and slowly closed her eyes.

When I woke up, it was still dark.

The twilight came from nowhere, quietly sprinkled into the room, illuminating the outlines of some things, vaguely, there was the sound of a dog barking in the distance, and I don't know what time it is.

Xia Xilin yawned and got off the bed.

"It's a bit cold, it's really hard to get up in the morning."

"If I didn't go to the shrine, I should be able to sleep until noon."

With half-closed eyes, she walked through the empty corridor, the empty living room, and walked into the bathroom to wash in front of the mirror.

When she came out, Sachiko Shiraishi just came out with a bowl of lean meat porridge.

"Miss, let's eat something." She said worriedly.

"Put it on the table, I'll come and eat after changing my clothes."

Xia Xilin smiled lightly, turned around and walked into the changing room.

What should I wear today?
After choosing for a long time in a room full of clothes, I finally chose a white vest, a water blue cardigan jacket, and a light green wavy skirt on the lower body. As for the shoes, um, just those Pair strappy wedge sandals.sock?Uh, don't wear socks if you wear sandals, anyway, the toenails are nicely manicured, don't be afraid.

Dressing carefully can really make you feel better.

Will today be a happy day?

That will only be known after today.

After changing clothes and walking out of the living room, Sachiko Shiraishi took a look and sighed sincerely: "Miss, you are really beautiful."

"Unfortunately, your mouth is so sweet, I should consider giving you a raise."

"No way, the lady is really beautiful, she didn't say it because she wanted to raise her salary."

"Haha, Sachiko is pretty too, come, give me a hug."

"Miss." Sachiko Shiraishi rubbed her eyes and sighed, "Your mood changes too quickly."

Xia Xilin drank the meat porridge and asked, "What else? You can't let me cry for others to see."

"Actually." Sachiko hesitated for a while, then whispered, "It's okay to cry once in a while."

"I'll think about it."

Xia Xilin finished drinking the porridge, rubbed her flat belly, and asked with a smile, "Then I'll use the fact that Israel and Palestine exchanged fire again as an excuse, how about crying?"

"This..." Shiraishi Sachiko said with a wry smile, "This reason is a bit far-fetched."

"That's right, Xia Xilin is crying, and the conflict between Israel and Palestine, aren't these two very far-fetched?"

"Miss, it's because of religious and ethnic conflicts, it's not far-fetched."

"You are wrong. Forcibly dividing human beings into different camps because of different religions and nationalities is far-fetched."

"Miss, you are always like this. I can't say no to you. I surrender to the head office."

"Surrender is punishable."

Sachiko Shiraishi was taken aback, and said aggrievedly, "Miss, please be merciful."

"You will be punished for pretending to be a bunny girl."

"Clam?"

"Haha, I lied to you, let's go, let's go to the shrine."

Xia Xilin stood up, stretched, and walked outside.

From the side, you can see a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

I don't know if it's a real smile or a fake one.

Even after being together for five years, Sachiko Shiraishi still couldn't understand her heart.

(End of this chapter)