The sky was dimly lit outside the window, and the chirping of birds came from far and near. Listening to the sound, Yu Xian was lost in the lake for a while, and did not wake up until half past six in the morning.
When she opened her eyes, she found that she was holding Miyamoto Yukiko's hair down. Fortunately, she was still sleeping soundly.
He arranged her hair and covered her with the quilt.
It was still a while before dawn, and the mist in the forest was slowly fading away, and the trees that had been moistened by rain and mist all night were even more green. Yuxian Zhisheng got out of bed alone, walked to the faucet and took a glass of water.
I irrigated my dry throat, then poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the bedside.
The two of them didn't take a shower last night. As soon as they entered the room, they hugged each other tightly and fell straight onto the bed. Then they hugged each other and fell asleep. Oxygen was inhaled into the lungs, carbon dioxide was exhaled, and then inhaled by each other again. This was not a good idea.
Habit is a good medicine, it can cure the poison of longing.
This made his mind clearer and happier than before. Miyamoto Yukiko's yearning for him was no weaker than his own. He had never felt that people could be so passionate and hug each other so tightly. Nothing could bring them together.
The two were separated, and not even the flowing moonlight could flow between their bodies.
Yu Xian was sitting on a chair, admiring Miyamoto Yukiko's sleeping face.
The long ink-colored hair is spread casually, like an ink painting that is difficult to discern. Below is a plain white and slender neck, beautiful eyebrows, graceful and natural body curves, and traces of rabbit bites on the plump buttocks. That is a
The crescent-shaped shallow marks lead to ancient mysteries. He only glanced at them and stopped looking at them. He walked next to her and pulled the hem of her crepe kimono down a little.
In her peaceful and quiet sleep, he felt infinite joy and sweetness. The two had not seen each other for nearly a month and a half, and they occasionally talked on the phone, but they were not long. Miyamoto Yukiko was always the first to hang up the phone.
, which made him quite worried. It was not until the letter was sent that he felt a lot more relieved.
This gentle movement made Miyamoto Yukiko tremble slightly, and she woke up leisurely.
"Are you awake?" Miyamoto Yukiko half-opened her warm eyes. She lazily and charmingly took Yu Xian's childish pillow and held it in her arms. After a while, she waved to Yuxian childishly, "Hurry up.
Come here and lie with me for a while."
Yuxian Zhisheng walked over with a smile. Miyamoto Yukiko threw away the pillow and hugged him in her arms. The two bodies hugged each other tightly again. She liked hugs much more than Yuxian Zhisheng. If one day
There was no plan, she could just hug herself like this all day long, and he had no doubt about it.
"Xuezi, drink the water first." Yu Xian said naively.
Miyamoto Yukiko said "Ah", hugged him with one arm, and reached for the water glass on the bedside with the other hand. Finally, Yu Xian crawled over and handed the water glass to her, watching her drink it in small sips.
Then he squeezed over and put his warm cheek against his own.
No matter what kind of praise he received from the outside world, it was not as warm as his breath, nor could it compare to the real temperature brought by Yukiko's body. From the moment the performance ended, Yukiko was already in his chest.
"What time is it now?"
"It should be around seven o'clock."
"Let's go eat."
But no one got up, and the two of them stayed warm for a while before they were willing to break away from the embrace.
It was just past seven o'clock, and a warm light came out from under the curtains. When I opened the curtains, it was already bright outside. The sky was as blue as a wash. The mountains were hidden between the sea of clouds. The cable car in the mountains was like dust rising. Mount Tsukuba, which is 877 meters above sea level.
The temple is stationed among the grass and trees.
"What are we going to do today?"
While Yu Xian was washing her face, Miyamoto Yukiko was also touching up her makeup.
"Just leave it to me."
"Is it really okay to delay your performance?"
"How can performance be one thousandth more important to you?" Yu Xian said naturally.
Miyamoto Yukiko blushed shyly and smiled softly. Was it a secret smile? Because she held such an important position in his heart, it must have been a girlish joy.
Yuzuru put on the new clothes brought to him by Yukiko Miyamoto, a white round-neck shirt paired with black casual pants and a pair of white sneakers from a well-known Japanese brand.
The watch was a Casio, not expensive, with a white wristband. It had just been taken out of the box, and the time was not accurate yet. When he was changing clothes, Miyamoto Yukiko looked at the clock on the wall and adjusted the time.
After getting dressed, he took out a black mask and sunglasses from his schoolbag and put them on his face.
"Will he be recognized?"
"I can't say for sure." Yu Xian shook his head naively.
If he were an ordinary student boy, it wouldn't matter how he walked on the street, but he couldn't, especially since he had just performed at Mount Tsukuba last night. There was a high chance of being recognized while walking on the street. Everyone knew he was here.
The fishing ground in Mount Ebisu is an example. Since he became famous, more and more women have gone there to find him, so he doesn't go there anymore.
"It's great that you can do this." Yukiko Miyamoto asked with a smile, "For an interview, how does it feel to be noticed by the crowd?"
"It's troublesome, it's super troublesome." Yu Xian said naively, "It would be great if there was a disguise technique."
"Should I wear this?" Yukiko Miyamoto asked him with a beautiful glass earring lying in her palm.
"Don't wear it today and go out to play."
"But I wanted to wear it for you. I thought you would like it, so I bought it." Miyamoto Yukiko's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were as pitiful as a small animal.
Yuxian picked up the earrings from her hand, put them on gently for her, then took two steps back to look at the effect.
Yukiko is wearing a pure white cotton kimono, a white embroidered belt, her hair is tied up, a snow-white bow tie is tied around her slender neck, and her transparent earrings reflect the light in the sun. She is dignified, steady, bright and moving.
"Xuezi, you are so beautiful, I really don't want others to see you."
"As long as you are the first to see it, it will be fine."
The two held hands and went downstairs to eat.
After eating a simple breakfast, the two got into a taxi heading to the station.
Yuzuru looked through the car window at a commercial store on one side and pointed it out to Miyamoto Yukiko. The two of them wrote down the stores that they were interested in and made an appointment to go there.
After getting off the taxi, you will encounter a mountainous road, and you need to transfer to the direct train to Bomunsa Temple.
The temperature after the summer rain is not very high. The temperature does not exceed 20 degrees during the day, and it will cool down when you reach the mountains.
There were not many people in the tram, but there was no air conditioning. The office workers and students took off their coats and wiped the sweat from their faces. However, the two of them showed no signs of sweating. Maybe it was because the temperature in their hearts was higher than the temperature on their faces.
Together, An Ran's heart feels more comfortable than air conditioning.
On the way, there was a high school girl who kept staring at Yuxian Zhisheng, trying to see something from his body. Even though she was covered up tightly, this smart girl was comparing his figure.
Miyamoto Yukiko grabbed Yuzuru's hand with all her strength. Yuzuru held her hand and raised it to show the high school girl. The girl turned her head with a red face. The car had just arrived at Morimachi Station.
Ran down.
"Is there going to be any problem?"
"I didn't do anything bad. What could go wrong? You and I are the same family." Yu Xian felt the pain in his hand.
"Are you happy? Being cared about by such a beautiful girl?" Miyamoto Yukiko looked at the scenery, seemingly not caring about this issue at all.
"I'm not happy. I've been hoping that she would leave soon."
"She didn't mess with you."
"But she made you unhappy."
"I'm not unhappy, are you kidding me, Zhisheng?"
"Young ones don't dare."
Miyamoto Yukiko smiled and stretched out her hand to stroke his hair: "I'm not unhappy, but I'm very happy. I used to think that you could marry an ordinary beautiful girl, but now it seems that you will definitely marry a better one in the future.
So happy about that."
Yuxian Zhisheng felt that her explanation was completely unnecessary.
When they arrived at Bomonji Temple, they watched a rakugo performance.
Rakugo is a traditional Japanese folk art, similar to Chinese stand-up comedy.
In the quaint main hall, an old man with white hair is sitting on a futon, holding a folding fan in his hand, and is telling the famous story "The God of Death", a story about a greedy man who used the power of the God of Death to make money, but was killed by the God of Death.
.Under the old man's interpretation, the atmosphere is sometimes scary and sometimes funny.
The audience burst into laughter and applause from time to time.
Yuzuru held Miyamoto Yukiko's hand, like a doctor, feeling her emotional changes. When the old man spoke about the arrival of death in a strange and eerie atmosphere, Miyamoto Yukiko was different from the nervousness of the audience next to him.
She was eager to try, as if she wanted to fight with the God of Death. When others felt sorry for the people whose lives were taken away by the God of Death, Yukiko Miyamoto looked disdainful, as if she deserved it, why did you go there earlier, you greedy ghost.
Yu Xian was happy for his discovery.
Therefore, he didn't remember anything about this scene, only the cute expression of the Valkyrie. After the show, Miyamoto Yukiko held a glass of orange juice to discuss with him, but he hesitated and couldn't say anything, and kept talking.
West.
"Xuezi, I want to drink orange juice." He said.
"I asked you just now and you said no."
"Want to drink now."
Miyamoto Yukiko handed him the half-drunk orange juice, and Yuzuru drank the drink with her straw. The transparent and thick glass bottle shone in the sun, and he threw the bottle into the recyclable trash can.
inside.
"Um, wait a minute, you two." The old man who just performed rakugo in the lecture chased him out.
Miyamoto Yukiko thought he recognized Yu Xian's child, and couldn't help but become nervous. There were many tourists here, and if he was discovered, he would be surrounded by people.
"Are you Miss Yukiko of the Miyamoto family?" The old man came to see Miyamoto Yukiko.
"Huh?" Yukiko Miyamoto pointed at herself.
An expectant look appeared on the old man's aged face, and he kept nodding his head. He lost all the majesty and domineering look he had just now, and looked more like an elderly fan.
"Yes." Miyamoto Yukiko nodded.
"I am honored to have seen your grandpa's kendo challenge, and I admire him very much." The old man nodded slightly, "If you don't mind, if you have the opportunity, can you come to my son's kendo gym to give you some advice?"
"No chance." Yu Xianzhisheng held Miyamoto Yukiko's hand and walked away quickly.
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with giving him some advice. He can help you make connections. If you want to learn rakugo in the future, you can ask him. That old man is quite famous in the rakugo world." Miyamoto Yukiko, who was pulled by him, said.
"I don't need this." Yu Xian refused simply.
When the tram reached the foot of Mount Tsukuba, both sides of the road were covered with cherry blossoms. The tram news tirelessly reported the tourist attractions of Mount Tsukuba and the news of the cherry blossoms in bloom.
Along the way, Yukiko Miyamoto showed off to him that someone knew her name, which was childish and cute.
"There's nothing good about being famous." Yu Xian smiled childishly.
"But in this case, I won't lose face to you if I go out with you..."
The tram drove into the cave, and the eyes were dark, and then a grand light poured into the eyes. On the railway track embraced by the mountains, cherry blossoms fell like rain. The tourists stood up in surprise, kept uttering praises, and took out things from their backpacks.
Take out the camera to capture the beautiful scenery.
The rainy season has not yet passed, and although the cherry blossoms have been knocked down by the rain, they are still a prosperous and beautiful scene.
Pieces of cherry blossoms floated in from the car window, and Miyamoto Yukiko reached out to reach for the flowers. In the dreamy sky and pink clouds, her snow-white skin turned into a gorgeous peach pink, which made people's hearts beat.
A little blond boy sitting opposite stared closely at Yukiko Miyamoto's undulating curves, his face flushed, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, but quickly raised it again, his eyes falling elsewhere on her body.
Yuxuan stood up and stood behind Miyamoto Yukiko, blocking the boy's sight.
Miyamoto Yukiko had no idea of the amazing charm exuded by her innocence. She smiled, grabbed the petals fluttering in the wind, and put them on Yu Xian's childish nose.
As soon as the feather string blew, the cherry blossoms continued to fly.
The cherry blossoms fell on her neck. In front of the little boy, he reached into her neck, took out the cherry blossoms, and put them into his mouth.
The little boy turned away in anger.
Yu Xian smiled childishly with disdain.
"At this rate, the light will probably wither by the time the Great Summer comes." Miyamoto Yukiko lay on the convenience table and said sadly, "Will it be too late to enjoy the cherry blossoms this year?"
"It doesn't matter, there are still cherry blossoms in Kyoto." Yu Xian said naively.
"But I want to go with you. You can't go to Kyoto for the time being. You have to compete." Yukiko Miyamoto thought of something and showed a guilty look, "I'm sorry, I was too willful. I shouldn't have said this.
"
"By then, the maple leaves should be all over the ground." Yu Xian said naively.
The finals of the Star Awards will be held in September, and NHK will rent the National Arena, the most expensive venue in Tokyo. By then, tourists here will see billboards advertising the Star Awards when they come to Mount Tsukuba.
The two students who reach the top will have a final showdown.
"Just try your best." Yukiko Miyamoto said, patting the old patterned bag, "I will take care of you anyway."
"I will get the championship trophy back." Yu Xian said innocently.
"Can you give it to me then?" Yukiko Miyamoto said this to encourage him, and it was also a bit of a joke. The higher you go, the harder it will be, and she knows better than anyone else.
"Of course, I can take it back and melt it to make jewelry for you."
The two of them whispered to each other, while others were watching the cherry blossoms and did not notice it.
"I heard that the trophy is not made of gold, only the outer layer is."
"Is that so? It's a rubbish program."
Miyamoto Yukiko was shocked by his bold statement, and after a while, she laughed softly.
