My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 90 Fireworks in the sky, viewed from below?Or from the side?
Fujiwara Xingkong held a large tube of fireworks he just bought, sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, and drove all the way from Ikebukuro to Sumida District.

In the distance, you can see the Skytree with its orange lights flashing.

The time is nine o'clock in the evening, so naturally it is impossible to buy tickets to go in and visit.

The black locomotive drifted across the bustling street like a ghost and came to the bottom of the tower.

Celti had no intention of slowing down, Fujiwara Hoshiku hugged her waist tightly.

At the moment when it was about to hit, the front of the car suddenly lifted.

Dash along the outer glass curtain wall of the Skytree in a way that would make Mr. Newton jump out of his coffin.

"Yohoo!"

The altitude is getting higher and higher, and the wind is getting stronger.

At a height of 634 meters, it reached the top in just ten seconds.

The huge and complicated Tokyo night is all behind, and the sensory stimulation is infinitely magnified.

Jump out of the back seat and set off the fireworks.

Fujiwara Hoshizora suddenly turned around and asked: "Tell me, are fireworks round or flat?"

Celty didn't quite understand why he asked this question. Are there any flat fireworks?

However, according to human thinking, I should answer like this now.

"Whether the firework is round or flat, when it blooms in the night sky, we will see each other's hearts."

Fujiwara Xingkong said in surprise: "Selty, you still say such things?"

"Huh? Can't you say it? I saw it on the Internet."

"No, that's great."

Fujiwara Xingkong exchanged a paper talisman from the system warehouse, and waved it in front of her eyes.

"Let's take a look at each other's hearts."

After finishing speaking, he put the paper talisman on top of the fireworks tube, gathered a faint blue light at his fingertips, and drew a formation in the air.

"Heaven and earth, mountains and swamps, thunder and wind, water and fire, Qingming bellflower seal, open!" 』

In vain, the spiritual power reached 4000 points, and then all of them were instilled into the formation.

In the shape of a pentagram, Seimei Platycodon is in full bloom with blue light, suspended above the fireworks tube, and the hot air ignites the fuse of the fireworks.

The lead wire was submerged in the firework tube, and several massive fireworks rose into the sky, and after being blessed by Qingming Platycodon grandiflora, they became extremely huge.

The fireball wrapped in dazzling spiritual power dragged its long tail and quickly rose into the sky.

The gazes of Fujiwara Hoshizora and Celty also gradually increased.

Not long after, the fireball slowly slowed down, and at the moment it reached its peak, a bright light suddenly appeared in the lonely night.

Accompanied by a huge explosion, huge sparks covered half of the Tokyo night sky.

The fireworks bloomed in the air, blooming into layers of lotus flowers.

Under the magnificent fireworks, the lotus flowers are swaying, as if you can feel the summer wind blowing against your face.

Fujiwara Xingkong turned her head, sparks reflected on Celti's helmet, the gorgeous fireworks withered, and the falling silver shavings cast a thin layer of light on her.

Celti was also looking at him, his hand stretched out involuntarily, and was held tightly by him.

Love is like a torrential rain, and the two of them were drowned at that time.

A steady stream of fireworks are still bursting out from the launch tube, the fireballs are racing to climb, and colorful fireworks are blooming one after another in the air.

Tokyo's night sky is illuminated as if it were daytime.

……

Taito Ward, Asakusa.

Xia Xilin walked through the commercial street in front of the shrine, and the black car had been waiting at the street entrance for a long time.

And the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes standing beside the car has been waiting for a long time.

"Miss Xia Xi." He walked forward quickly and bowed in thanks: "Thank you very much for your tolerance."

Sachiko Shiraishi, who was carefully wiping the seat with disinfectant in the car, turned her head to take a look, and then turned back expressionlessly.

"That's too serious." Xia Xilin responded politely, "Are the aunt and the child settled down?"

"Thanks to Ms. Shahi, everything has been settled."

"That's good. Don't have any pressure on your future work. If you have any difficulties, you can come to Sachiko."

"Thank you Miss Xia Xi."

"Also, without my permission, you are not allowed to contact Fujiwara Xingkong."

Naoto Fujiwara didn't dare to hesitate, and nodded repeatedly.

Xia Xilin bent down and was about to get in the car when he suddenly heard an explosion.

Looking up, the lotus flowers were broken in the sky, withered into sparkling light, falling from the sky to the world.

Immediately afterwards, more and more fireworks were in full bloom, as if to exhaust the splendor of the world.Hundreds of flowers bloomed in the entire night sky, burning into a gorgeous sea of ​​flames.

……

Shinjuku City, Sendagaya Tunnel.

Niijima Risa rubbed her darkened eye circles, walked out of the temporary tent, came to the silent tunnel entrance, looked at the top of the tunnel with water dripping continuously, and imagined piles of corpses lying and standing tens of meters above her head. The tombstones one after another made me feel a little cold.

This pile of bones should have been cleaned up a long time ago.

However, the interior of the Nine Branches has been restrained by various forces, and it is impossible to come up with an effective implementation plan.

Otherwise, how could things have come to the point where they are today.

"Sister." Niijima came over behind with a cardigan and put it on her.

Niijima Risa turned her head to the side, showing her trademark squinted smile: "Thank you Xiaozhen."

The two sisters stood side by side in the night, looking at the ground in the old tunnel covered with blood marks, as if their hands, feet and bodies covered in paint had evenly painted every inch of the tunnel.

There was an explosion in my ears, and when I looked up, I saw gorgeous fireworks blooming in the sky.

Niijima raised his face, his eyes sparkled, and murmured, "It's so beautiful."

Niijima Risa rubbed her little head, and said dotingly: "It's been a long time since we watched fireworks together, let's watch with you this summer festival sister."

"Really?" Niijima looked happy and threw herself into her sister's arms.

"I love my sister the most!"

"You are 17 years old, why do you still like to act like a spoiled brat?"

"In front of my sister, Xiaozhen will always be my sister."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely take you to watch the fireworks this summer festival, um, and that kid Fujiwara Xingkong too."

"No! My sister can only belong to me alone."

Risa Niijima just smiled faintly and looked up at the sky. Dozens of fireworks kept jumping high into the sky, dragging a very light gray line, rising to the sky, and exploding into brilliant colors.

Not far away, on the eaves of the main hall of Xianshouyuan, the bride Luo held a glass of sake, facing the most beautiful scenery in the world, said sadly: "Cheers."

……

Edogawa District, Shinkoiwa.

Watanabe Yaoyang stepped into Kayako's house again.

The originally messy and disorderly courtyard has been tidied up, and the soaring musty smell no longer exists.

Sitting alone on the swing, Toshio looked over and said happily: "Uncle Watanabe."

Watanabe Yaoyang raised the NS in his hand, "Good evening Toshio, see what I brought?"

"Is it a game console?"

"Yeah, let's play "Mario Kart" today."

"Thank you Uncle Watanabe." Toshio jumped off the swing, took the NS in his hand, sat on the stone steps of the house, and started playing happily.

Why am I doing this?

Yaoyang Watanabe thought about it, probably because this child who sat under the swing every day waiting for his mother to come home was too distressing.

Yes, he is dead, but he is also like a human being, and he also longs for love.

There was an explosion in the sky, and the night sky was illuminated.

"Uncle Watanabe." Junxiong's eyes sparkled, and he said lonely: "Will Mommy come back?"

Under the fireworks, Watanabe Yaoyang replied affirmatively: "Didn't Uncle Fujiwara say that Mom will definitely come back."

……

Shibuya Ward, private Kitagawa High School.

In the women's toilet on the third floor, Hanako sat on the wooden board in the cubicle, fluttering her short legs in boredom.

"That idiot Fujiwara."

"Why didn't you come to me for so many days?"

"I'm so bored"

"I really want to see the outside world."

The bright light blooming outside the window illuminates the dark space.

Hanako jumped off the door and ran to the bed, looking up at the colorful night sky.

There was deep longing in her little eyes.

……

In Shinjuku District, in an alley not far from [Ghost Story Detective Agency].

Miss Milo, wearing a mask, was kicking empty bottles on the roadside and wandering around boredly.

"Will the weather be nice tomorrow?"

"Will you see him tomorrow?"

Walking on the hard asphalt road, humming an out-of-tune tune.

Hearing the explosion, he looked up at the night sky.

……

In Chiyoda District, in the hospital of the Ninth Division Headquarters, Tadakuni Yamamoto, who was seriously injured and unconscious for a long time, woke up, tilted his head on the hospital bed, and looked at the night sky outside the window.

In Ginza, in Azabu, in Roppongi, in Ebisu, in Omotesando, in Daikanyama.
In Western restaurants, izakayas, flea markets, open air plazas, and cruise ships in Tokyo Bay
Countless people stopped what they were doing at this moment, raised their heads, and watched the love that was shown to the whole world.

In the grand background of the dazzling fireworks, the fiery flames shimmered and peeled off, like snow from a sea of ​​fire.

Those scattered spark fragments draw pictures in the sky, as if they are gifts from this city to everyone.

The whole city raises its arms and shouts, every sound is a little wave, and the waves connect to form the sea, turbulent and vast, and when you climb to the highest point, you will see the waves rising from the wall.

When the prosperity was gone and the pitch-black night came into view again, people discovered that there were still thin blue snowflakes falling in the sky.

After reaching the highest point, the atmosphere gradually cooled down, and the crowd dispersed like a tide, melting into this huge city.

Fireworks fall, cups and cups intertwine, everyone bids farewell to their past and rushes to their respective lives that will never be restored.

Even if they are sinful, upright, or both righteous and evil, at this moment, they are just little people in the great era.

Enjoy this moment of peace together.

(End of this chapter)