84. After growing up, the little prince became a pilot, she found it interesting
The so-called Fireworks Tree Fontana Fountain is not a fountain in the true sense. Except for the fact that the lake under the bridge is real, the trees, waterfalls, springs, and splashing water drops are all made of glass balls.
Shining brightly in the sun.
It's around two o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun shines most brightly in the day. Under the refraction of the glass, the air is shining with colorful lights, and the ground is covered with colorful spots, arranged in a chaotic manner, creating a dream-like atmosphere.
Unreality.
Two people walked under the waterfall bridge, and the colorful light spots couldn't wait to stick to their bodies.
Aikawa Yuo couldn't see what kind of posture he was in at the moment, but Amamiya Chiran now gave him the feeling of a mirage - so shocking that people couldn't grasp whether it was real or fake.
Walking on the bridge, the Hakone breeze blew over her face, and there was a very comfortable fragrance, including the fragrance of flowers and the faint fragrance unique to girls.
The fragrance was very light, but it smelled very good. I suspected that the girl had sprayed perfume.
There was the sound of musical instruments playing in the distance. Aikawa Yusheng looked over and saw an old man sitting on the edge of the railing holding an instrument on the opposite side of the lake, playing slowly.
The overall outline of the instrument is similar to that of the violin, but the details are completely different.
Many people had already surrounded the old man on the other side of the river, forming a half-encirclement. Mingchuan's school uniform was particularly conspicuous inside.
At the Forest of Glass Art Museum, there will be artists performing art here every half hour - this is the news that we have already learned at the ticket office at the door.
"Listen to some music?" Aikawa Yusheng asked Chiran Amamiya for her opinion.
"Um."
"Don't go through. There are a lot of people over there. Let's just listen from the other side of the river. The perspective is still wide."
"OK."
Amamiya Chiran nodded completely indifferently.
Aikawa Yusheng bent down slightly and put his two arms on the railing on the river bank. A fallen leaf that was originally on the railing was squeezed off and fell into the lake, causing ripples to spread and dissipate in the distance.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the inside of the railing was dotted with neon tubes, but they were not working at the moment. If it were a forest of glass at night, it would be even more dreamy.
The girl just stood by the railing without any extra movement.
This kind of piano sound was something Aikawa Yusei had never heard before.
It's rough, heroic, vast grassland, tenacious life, this is the picture brought by this powerful music.
The sound flowing from Lejia's fingertips is like an eagle about to take flight, fluttering its wings that can withstand hurricanes, flowing like a gallop, like the distant sky outside the Great Wall, precipitating clear light.
The sunshine at half past two in the afternoon is lazy and leisurely, flowing slowly along its ancient and elegant arc.
"What musical instrument is this?" Aikawa Yusheng, who had a completely different understanding of the violin, asked the living encyclopedia next to him.
"Morin Flute." The Living Encyclopedia did not disappoint his expectations. It still spoke out the knowledge he didn't know in a calm tone, and then began to introduce:
"The Morin Khuur is a musical instrument of the Chinese Mongolian people. That grandpa is probably also a Chinese Mongolian. It's normal if you don't know.
The origin of its name is that the head of the violin is carved with a horse's head. The body of the instrument is made of wood, about one meter long, and has two strings. The resonance box is different from that of a violin in that it is trapezoidal..."
Amamiya Chisome gave a very detailed introduction, and I even heard that the music being played now was "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping".
"If you want to learn, I can teach you after getting familiar with it."
It can be heard that the girl is not very good at it now, but she is confident that she can master and teach Aikawa Yusheng in a short period of time.
Aikawa Yusheng also believes that she can do it. As for him, forget it.
"It's not necessary." He was already used to it that Amamiya Chiran would say such a thing. He waved his hand slightly to express his rejection, and he was immersed in the lingering music.
It's okay that he didn't know the name of the music. Once he knew it was called "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping", Aikawa Yusheng really felt the vibrating sound of countless horses gathering into an ocean and washing the grassland.
At the end of the song, there was loud applause, and Aikawa Yusei and Amamiya Chizo also applauded from across the river.
"So handsome, Grandpa!" The lively female classmates said loudly together and fled the scene in laughter.
"He is indeed handsome. The purpose of learning music should be to shine on such occasions." Aikawa Yusheng nodded, turned around and continued to visit the scenic spots behind with Amamiya Chiran, and said.
For example, the purpose of learning piano should not be to please the student council president. This is unreasonable.
"If there was a piano now, I would play "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini" right now." Yuo Aikawa said.
"Go ahead." Amamiya Chiran said, pointing to the free piano in front of her.
"...Why is it really there?" Aikawa Yusheng touched the side of his cheek in embarrassment. If he had seen it earlier, he probably wouldn't have said anything.
"Because there are more than one type of musicians responsible for playing at every hour, including pianists." Amamiya Chiran said, "Don't you dare to go?"
"Oh, a little provocation," Aikawa Yusheng shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, and then walked straight to the piano: "I'm just going to do this."
After walking around and confirming that there were no signs prohibiting touching, Aikawa Yusheng sat on the chair, which instantly attracted a lot of attention and the crowd gathered around him.
After taking a deep breath, recalling the score, Aikawa Yusheng began to play.
...
"You are so handsome, Aikawa-kun, I want to give birth to your child."
The same girls said with a smile after hearing this, they didn't run away this time, they dared to face it head on.
"For giving birth, you need to line up. There were already many people making reservations when I helped you carry your luggage in the morning. I'm sorry." Aikawa Yusheng responded to their joke with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, we can afford to wait."
"Four notes were wrong, and there was an obvious pause in one section of the rhythm." When Aikawa Yusei walked back to him, the 'strict' Amamiya Chiran said.
"There is no music score here, and my memory is not very good. It is normal for some minor problems to occur. Besides, except for you, the president, no one should be knowledgeable. You can see that everyone is applauding very hard. The big plan to show off is successful!"
Aikawa Yusheng held the back of his head indifferently, with a lazy look on his face, and then turned his head: "Do you want to go up and play a few songs?"
"It's boring." The girl shook her head and rejected the proposal, then looked at Aikawa Yusheng: "If you like to be in the limelight, you can try to be the president of the student union. I can try to introduce an acting president, and I will be your assistant...
....”
"Okay, don't say any more, it will be disrespectful."
Aikawa Yusheng moved his palm from the back of his head to Amamiya Chisome's face without touching it. It was probably still a few centimeters away, and he could even feel the breath exhaled from her delicate and small nose in his palm.
The success made Amamiya Chiran stop talking.
"If I had walked faster, I would have bumped into him. Such behavior is not good." Amamiya Chiran tilted her head, avoided the palm that blocked her sight, and continued to walk forward.
"I'm still walking, right? What's more, President, your walking speed is basically a constant speed. I can control it just right."
"When you become the acting president, you can be in the limelight every day, isn't it?" Amamiya Chiran asked, no longer discussing the palm.
"Yes, no. Being in the limelight was just an idea that came out at that time and in that environment. I thought it would be interesting to do that, so I did it.
As for being the president, it means endless tasks and responsibilities, which I can’t bear, I’m a waste.”
Aikawa, the little master of making things worse, Yu Sheng said.
"I have never had such a burst of ideas." Amamiya Chiran shook her head with regret.
"You directly said you wanted to come this morning. Isn't that what you meant? If you want to do it, just do it. I actually think this is good."
"Because I'm bored at home, I thought it would be more interesting to come here. I'll just do whatever I want. I've always been like this."
Maybe it’s because you can do anything you want, and once you get used to it, you no longer appreciate it.
"I've shown it to you, I've walked with you, and I've even gone out of my way to abandon my group members. President, you actually find it boring. It's so hurtful."
Aikawa Yusheng frowned pretending to be sad.
As for Takamatsu Kimiyama and Miyazawa Mao, who are they? I don’t know where they went. I hope they get along well.
"Not really, it's definitely better than staying at home." Amamiya Chiran shook her head, acknowledging Aikawa Yuo's efforts.
"As the assistant of the student union, it is my responsibility to share the worries of the president!" Aikawa Yusheng, whose face suddenly changed, patted his chest and said.
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We quickly finished visiting the Forest of Glass, and after gathering at the entrance, the group headed to the Little Prince Museum.
Amamiya Chiran took a private car, and the bodyguards were quite impressive - Aikawa Yuo noticed this when they 'escorted' her back.
The two met again in the museum.
"This is the little prince? He's not too young, either?" Aikawa Yusheng pointed at the tall statue in front of him and said with some confusion.
The European in front of him wearing a plane hat was very different from the image of the little prince he imagined - a child wearing a crown.
Amamiya Chiran's eyes flashed with disbelief and confusion - it was really hard for her to understand:
How did the boy in front of him mistake the statue of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the author of "The Little Prince", for the little prince?
Even the surprise in his eyes didn't seem to be fake.
Noticing that he was still murmuring to express his dissatisfaction with this image, Amamiya Chiran finally couldn't help but sigh and poked his arm.
"What kind of prince is this? He's not as tall as me...what's wrong?" Aikawa Yusheng, holding his right hand with his left hand and holding his chin between his thumb and index finger, looked at the statue and turned to ask.
"That." After hearing what he said clearly, the girl sighed again and pointed at the real little prince in the distance, "The boy with yellow hair and wearing a green outer and red cloak is the little prince!"
The tone of his words was a little more serious.
"Oh, let me tell you, this image is barely acceptable."
But he is still not as handsome as himself - Aikawa Yusheng.
"Haven't you seen "The Little Prince"?" Amamiya Chiran asked.
"Not yet. I think they sell the original book here. I'll buy one later." Aikawa Yusheng shook his head sincerely. He even knew that "The Little Prince" was a book, or he only heard it from his classmates on the bus.
their communication.
But the students really didn’t show themselves what the little prince looked like.
I'm sorry, An... what's going on? Aikawa Yusheng turned his head, oh, Mr. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, I'm sorry.
It's really hard to remember foreigners' names.
"It's unbelievable." Amamiya Chiran said, "Aikawa-san, would you like to ask what books you have read?"
"I watched part of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and saw the scene where Buendia stabbed Agiel to death in the duel. There are two sentences in it that I think are quite well written:
"Even if you think your feelings have dried up and you can't give anything, there will always be a moment when something can pluck the strings deep in your heart. After all, we are not born to enjoy loneliness."
"Loneliness is a partner that accompanies people throughout their lives. It is an established fact. Instead of denying it, fighting it, or escaping indifferently, it is better to accept it. Let it protect you when you go home in the crowded crowd, and let it accompany you to eat on Saturday morning.
Breakfast, tidy up the sunshine"
I plan to write these words into my composition when I have the opportunity in the future.”
Aikawa Yusheng was talking eloquently, and he seemed to be a little proud of reciting this sentence. Regardless of the fact that he thought Saint-Exupéry was a little prince, the boy under the sun was very high-spirited and scholarly.
.
After finishing speaking, the young man looked at Amamiya Chiran with light in his eyes.
"No?" Although she had somewhat predicted the answer, Amamiya Chiran still asked subconsciously.
"No more." Aikawa Yusheng nodded, and the light went out - so this is not excellent? Damn it!
"Okay, I understand." Chiran Amemiya had a new understanding of the 'lower limit' of Mingchuan students' literary literacy.
"If you need it, I can recommend some better literary works to you." She sighed and said.
"It's necessary, it will cause trouble." Aikawa Yusheng nodded, realizing from that sigh that he didn't seem to be that good yet, so he didn't refuse this kind offer.
"The general story of "The Little Prince" is..." On the way to the inside of the exhibition hall, Amamiya Chiran introduced knowledge to an illiterate person.
"This is the rose inside, this is the fox, this is the king, but it is not the father of the little prince, but the king of another planet..."
Strictly speaking, the museum of the Little Prince is not a museum of this book, but more like a memorial hall of the author. All the architectural styles are modeled on the environment where Saint-Exupéry lived during his lifetime. The contents inside,
In addition to this book, there are many things about Sitting's life and things he used.
"I feel like I can save money. I've almost finished listening to the story, so I don't think I need to buy the book." After seeing the Q-version character sculptures one after another, and listening to Amamiya Chiran's pleasant story narration, Aikawa Yusheng smiled.
He said.
"This book is originally intended for children, and the story is not that big." The girl nodded, approving his decision.
This museum is much smaller than the Forest of Glass Art Museum, and most of the Q-version statues have no appreciation value, so it was almost finished in no time.
But there seems to be a lottery.
Aikawa Yusheng and Amamiya Chisome stood in front of the machine, reading the content on it.
You can draw once for free with your ticket stub. If you want to draw again, you will have to spend 200 yen each time. The prizes are various ornaments, all of which are characters from "The Little Prince", such as the little prince, snakes, foxes, and astronomy.
Home......
"President, let me teach you a good way to have fun." Looking at this machine, Aikawa Yusheng was eager to give it a try.
"What method."
"When you encounter something with such a probability, choose the one you want, and then draw it! You will get unparalleled happiness!"
"So what do you want?" Chizo Amamiya looked at the prize cases on the display stand, "Little prince? Or a hidden airplane?"
"I want this planet." Aikawa Yusheng's answer was not what the girl had guessed. He pointed to a prize and said.
It was a very ordinary 'planet', or a small plastic ball, with a radius of about two centimeters.
"Why do you want this?"
"Because this can not only be used as a decoration, but can also be rolled." The reason is so simple and crude.
I put the ticket stub in, turned the knob of the extra-large gashapon machine, the machine started running, and amidst the roar, a gashapon fell out.
Under Amamiya Chiran's slightly surprised gaze, Aikawa Yuo bowed devoutly to this gashapon.
Open it, and a rose stands inside.
"Damn it, it failed to live up to my expectations!" The boy who was full of expectations instantly lost the motivation to support him, and his whole body collapsed as if he had lost his bones.
"Here you go." Amamiya Chiran handed her ticket stub to Aikawa Yuo.
"How can I deprive you of this opportunity, President?"
After hesitating for a moment, Aikawa Yusheng did not accept it. Instead, he took out a thousand yen note from his pocket and stuffed it into the machine.
The fox, the little prince, the shrewd businessman, the lamplighter, the little prince.
The little prince who was supposed to be cherished even gave birth to two. As for the planet, the shadow was not even visible.
"I'm sorry, President, I forgot to add. When you encounter something with such a probability, if you choose something and then keep failing to draw it, you will get unparalleled sadness."
He sighed and put away the five small ornaments with a numb expression. Aikawa Yusheng's voice did not contain any emotion.
Amamiya Chiran looked at Aikawa Yusheng like this with great interest, and with curiosity in her eyes, she stepped forward and voted in her ticket.
"Wait a minute, President, before you twist, you have to choose the one you want first, so that you can have the fun of the lottery." Aikawa Yusheng held down Chiome Amamiya's hand before she twisted the knob.
reminded.
Chiran Amemiya looked at the two hands on the knob, or in other words, at the big hand covering her small hand.
"Sorry." Aikawa Yusheng changed his position so that his fingers would no longer touch the back of the girl's hand, "Which one do you want the most?"
Chiran Amamiya tilted her head slightly and looked at the prize display table seriously. Her expression and movements were very cute.
"This one." She pointed at the little prince.
"Okay, then President Zhu, you can't get it like me." Withdrawing his hand, Aikawa Yusheng said with a smile.
Chizo Amemiya, who heard this kind of "blessing" for the first time, turned to look at him. With this look, "cute" was further interpreted.
"Because I've been caught in the rain, I want to tear up all other people's umbrellas. I'm so vicious, you won't be able to win the little prince!" Aikawa Yusheng went his own way.
The knob was turned, and a gashapon rolled out from the exit.
The girl knelt down and opened the gashapon.
It's not like a light novel, where you won't magically win a hidden item or get the little prince you want. Maybe Amamiya Chiran's luck is not that good, and she is just another ornament.
Just an ordinary planet.
Aikawa Yusheng's smile stopped and he took out another thousand yen note.
King, rose, snake, astronomer, little prince.
"Let's go, President. I agree with what you said. This world is actually very boring, and the last day of training is also very boring." Without even looking at the gashapon machine, Aikawa Yusheng took these things and left.
"Aikawa-kun, do you want me to give you this planet?"
Amamiya Chiran, who was following behind, asked while holding the planet in her hand.
She suddenly found that there seemed to be a smile in her voice.
"It's meaningless. I have never watched "The Little Prince" and I have no obsession with these. What I want is simply the added value of 'getting what I want'.
What you gave me doesn’t have this value anymore. Oh, by the way, I have too many of these little princes, so I’ll give you one.”
The boy who had his soul stolen turned around and placed the little prince on the palm of Amamiya Chizo's hand, then mechanically turned him back.
The back view is inexplicably desolate, tragic... making me want to laugh.
The little prince was just a random choice for her. She didn't care whether she would get it or not. Even if she did, she wouldn't find it interesting.
But looking at the planet next to the little prince, and the bitter face that Aikawa Yusheng had just now.
Chiran Amamiya must have heard her laughter.
Coming here is more interesting than being at home.