My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet - Chapter 231

“Did you become a father in your dream?” This is a real problem with Niijima.

“You really only liked her for ten years?” This was Yukino Risa’s question.

Soon she added: “It seems that the one-year observation period is less, and I should add it to ten years.”

“Even if it’s a hundred years, I will promise you.” Fujiwara Hoshizora replied. He drank his last noodle soup and put his fingers together on the table. “To be honest, many things were figured out during this period of time.”

A puzzled look appeared on Yukino Risa’s face.

Fujiwara Hoshizora sorted the thoughts in his mind, and then said, “I may have taken a long detour.”

“Let’s talk about it.” Yukino Risa looked at him silently.

“Those who have disappeared, I have never mentioned them, they are more silent. It seems that if you don’t say it, those will never happen. In my heart, I resist sharing those memories with anyone, as if as long as they hide, they It will never dissipate.”

“Because to me, they are not concepts, symbols, or metaphors. They are a reality, with a warm body and a thinking soul.”

Fujiwara Starry Sky spoke calmly, but suddenly remembered the fact that people lose 40 million epidermal cells every day. They peel off from human skin, turn into tiny dust invisible to the naked eye, and disappear into the air. To this world, humans may be like its epidermal cells. If so, it is quite normal for some people to disappear suddenly on a certain day.

“Death is not the end of life, forgetting is. When we never forget, the one we love will never leave. I probably understand the warm interpretation of “Farewell to Life and Death” in “Dream Travels”, and I can accept their departure calmly. Facts, keep going.”

Yukino Risa stared straight at him. Fujiwara Hoshizora was also looking at her, his feet in tights, tight skirts, and tall chests under the shirt, no matter where she was, he liked it deeply.

Whether she understood Fujiwara Hoshizora’s words, it was impossible to tell from the expression on her face.

But one thing can be confirmed is that she is more tolerant of him than anyone else.

Fujiwara Star suddenly asked, “When will the battle start tonight?”

“Eleven o’clock.” Yukino Risa raised his hand and looked at the watch. “After the Meng Lan Festival, he will officially start to act.”

“It’s only six o’clock… Let’s also go and see the Menran Festival at Meiji Shrine.”

Without waiting for Yukino Risa to speak, Fujiwara Starry Sky continued: “I missed the fireworks, so I can’t even miss the Meng Lan Festival.”

“Okay!!” Niijima Zhen shouted.

If it’s normal, Yukino Risa will definitely stay at the headquarters to make final preparations before the combat mission begins. But now this is the first time Fujiwara Xingkong has actively invited her, and she doesn’t want to miss it.

“Sister…” Niijima really grabbed her sister’s arm and shook it vigorously, “Let’s go together~~”

Yukino Risa, who clearly wanted to go, put on an expression of “I really convinced you” and smiled and said, “Okay, let’s go together.”

“Then let’s go buy a yukata…”

“Fujiwara, hurry up, let’s go.”

…

In Tokyo on August 15th, the breath of summer is gradually leaving. As the summer leaves together, there are hundreds of lively and extraordinary festivals.

If you want to catch the last summer carnival in the tail of summer, I am afraid it is the Yulan Festival that will only be held after the beginning of autumn.

The Obon Festival was introduced to the island country along with Buddhism in the Asuka era. It is also called “Soul Festival”, “Lantern Festival”, “Buddhist All Souls Society”, etc. It was originally a day for paying homage to ancestors and praying for good fortune.

Legend has it that during the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is commonly known as the “ghost month”, the dead souls will return to the world for 4 days on the Meng Lan Bon Festival.

These four days are the four days from August 13th to 16th. The souls of the deceased relatives and ancestors will return to their original world. People in this world need to make all kinds of preparations during this period, so that the souls of the dead can return to the world in peace, and can return to another world with peace of mind.

The Meiji Shrine holds a large-scale Yuran Festival every year, and the audience is close to 100,000 people every year. The Fujiwara Starry Sky was a bit strange at first. It is obviously a Buddhist and Taoist festival. You are a Shinto shrine to join in the fun.

Later, when he saw the 5000 yen ticket, he didn’t think it was any strange.

It’s not shabby to earn money.

This evening, Meiji Jingu Shrine and the entire Yoyogi Park were all lit by bright yellow lanterns. The roads paved with slabs were lined with street vendors, and, no matter which direction they looked in, they were all black and heavy heads.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stood in front of the public toilet in the park, wearing a simple white shirt, black sports pants and green tennis shoes. Clean and free, with a faint smile on his eyebrows, every move reveals a wonderful youthful demeanor.

“Thank you… no need…”

“Waiting for someone… I’m waiting for someone…”

“eggplant…”

After refusing no fewer than ten waves of chatting, I finally heard a voice coming from behind.

“It’s very popular, do you want to let you go free tonight?”

The familiar faint fragrance lingers around the tip of the nose.

Fujiwara Hoshizora turned his head and saw Yukino Risa with his signature smile on his face.

Today’s Yukino Risa is the one he has never seen before. Holding a fan in one hand, a small cloth bag in the other, and a water-blue bathrobe with a pattern of lilies embroidered on it. The collar is a bit low, the white neck is not covered, a little bit of collarbone is vaguely visible, and a little bit further down, the chest is full and plump.

“Sister Risa, you are so beautiful.”

“Didn’t you still say I’m ugly today?” The first time I wore a yukata in front of him, Yukino Risa felt a little hot on his face somehow.

“Absolutely not.” Fujiwara Stars denied directly.

“Need me to help you remember… well”

Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked back.

Fujiwara Hoshizora put his arms around her waist, his face moved up, Yukino Risa raised his face, and the two kissed together.

After a long time, Yukino Risa patted Fujiwara’s back with a fan, before he let go of his mouth. In her reluctant gaze, she could see her snow-white skin bathed in warm yellow light under her collar, with a slight blush.

“Xiaozhen…” Yukino Risa turned his head and looked at Shinjima who was standing next to him for a while, and asked: “He kissed you like this too?”

“Sister…how can this kind of thing be discussed…”

“Then we will discuss it when we sleep at night.” Yukino Risa smiled and stretched out her hand, and Niijima, in a pink yukata, walked up to her slender hand very naturally.

“Wait…” Fujiwara Hoshizora looked at their intimate appearance, somewhat dissatisfied: “What about me?”

“Follow.”

Yukino Risa threw a cold and merciless word, and then, the two sisters’ faces burst into beautiful smiles.

‘Okay, let’s go shopping. ”

“I’m going to fish for goldfish and eat shaved ice.”

The clogs of the two people stepped on the stone road, making a crisp sound.

After walking a few steps, Yukino Risa turned around and asked, “Fujiwara, what do you eat?”

“I’m jealous!” Fujiwara Starry sky said viciously, and pounced on it.

In the night, Yoyogi Park was completely lit, and above the road, the trees on both sides were tied with ropes, and yellow lanterns were hung one after another.

Along the trail, there are endless stalls, shooting balloons, fishing for goldfish, grilling corn, octopus balls…the sound of selling is one after another, and even the cicadas in the shade are suppressed to a low level.

On the main road entering the shrine, men, women and children in yukata-shaped dance costumes danced enthusiastically, cheering and showing their distinctive dances. With the warm drum sound, onlookers participated in and danced with these staff. .

“Huh? The net broke!”

In front of a goldfish-fishing stall, Niijima’s really annoyed voice sounded.

“Boss, do it again.”

“Come, take it.”

After paying the money, Fujiwara Xingkong took it and turned back to the goldfish tank. Niijima smiled and took the new paper net and bowl, and continued to use the paper net to fish for goldfish in the pool.

“Hey… I got it… Fujiwara, you see I got it.”

Fujiwara Starry sky looked over and just saw the paper net broke because it could not bear the weight of the fish and water, and the goldfish slipped back into the water.

“Ah… almost… what a pity”

Madam Niijima yelled a pity, but his expression was not unpleasant. Although the paper net could easily rot due to the weight of the fish, this was the fun of fishing for goldfish.

Fujiwara Starry Sky watched her fishing for a while, and saw that she was playing very enthusiastically, and didn’t care about her, so she slipped to the side bench and sat on the bench alone, waiting to buy Yukino Risa for shaved ice.

There is a water polo stall next door.

Several young boys gathered together and used the checkmarks given by the stall owner to hook various water polo **** in the basin, and when they got the hook, they took them home.

Fujiwara Star looked at it for a while, then yawned boredly.

It’s not a Kamen Rider, so what’s the trick?

Soon, Yukino Risa bought two shaved ice back.

“Where is Xiaozhen?” she asked.

“Still fishing for goldfish.” Fujiwara Starry Sky took the shaved ice in her hand, scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, and put it in the mouth, which tasted strawberry.

He glanced at the shaved ice in Yukino Risa’s hands, it was yellow and didn’t know what it smelled like.

“Sister Risa…what’s your taste?”

“Want to know?” Yukino Risa scooped up a spoonful of pineapple-flavored shaved ice and put it in his mouth, looking at him with a smile.

“miss you.”

Yukino Risa moved her buttocks, met Fujiwara’s puzzled gaze, and threw him onto the chair. It was cool and smelled of pineapple.

“Um… so sweet.”

Fujiwara Starry sky hugged her waist and looked at the lantern on his head contentedly. The night wind blew across the branches, and the night shadow was whirling.

In the noisy night, there is a small quiet space here. The strawberry-flavored and pineapple-flavored shaved ice watched the two and slowly melted together.

The clogs “click” sounded in my ears, and when I looked up, Niijima really shook a water bag braggingly, “Look, I got a goldfish.”

In the transparent water bag, there are two small goldfishes, black and red, swimming peacefully.

“Little is awesome!”

Fujiwara Xingkong made a perfunctory sentence, causing the sister-in-law to kick him directly.

“Sit down for a while, and the fireworks will be set off in a while.” Yukino Risa smiled and greeted her to sit down on the other side of the bench, and kicked Fujiwara Starry sky again, “Go buy something to eat.”

“What do you want?”

“Takoyaki and grilled corn.”

Fujiwara Star had no choice but to get up, and gave up this quiet little world to the two sisters.

“Sister…you kissed twice…when did you ask me to kiss again…”

Before he went far, he heard the complaint that Niijima had deliberately let him hear, and couldn’t help but smile.

The place where food was sold was crowded with people. While standing in line, the Fujiwara starry sky looked up at the clear night sky. I don’t know if it is due to the approaching August of the lunar calendar. The moon tonight is particularly round and bright.

Gorgeous summer nights, men, women and children, dressed in yukatas, stepping on clogs, watching and tasting delicious food, watching and chatting with family and friends, summer festivals, carrying too much cheer and laughter.

I bought takoyaki and grilled corn and walked back, just in time to see a few priests carrying the soul niche passing by.

Fujiwara Starry sky took a glance and saw horses made of cucumbers and cows made of eggplants.

In the eyes of islanders, cucumbers represent fast-moving “elf horses”, allowing the deceased ancestors to ride them back to the world quickly; while the “elf cows” of eggplants have slower footings, which means that they hope their ancestors can Leave leisurely.

He suddenly thought of a question, waiting until today next year, will Fukuji and Shiori return on a cucumber horse, and then leave on an eggplant cow?

I hope that you mother and daughter will be well in the silence and no one.

Back at the bench, Niijima couldn’t wait to grab the grilled corn, and started gnawing.

Yukino Risa ate two octopus **** and felt a little thirsty. Without a word, Fujiwara Star went to a vending machine not far away and bought three bottles of matcha drinks.

With a “clang”, the drink rolled down, and the bottle was air-conditioned with the unique summer air.

Back to the bench again, Fujiwara Stars squeezed directly into the middle of the two sisters and sat down.

Yukino Risa gave him a white look and handed over the box containing the takoyaki: “After eating it, I can’t eat it anymore.”

In exchange, Fujiwara Stars “clicked” and helped her unbutton the matcha bottle.

“Me too!” Xindaozhen shouted.

Fujiwara Star also helped her open a bottle of matcha and wiped off the corn kernels sticking to the corners of her mouth.

In exchange, Niijima really gave him the remaining half of the corn.

Although it is not unacceptable to eat what is left of the beautiful girl, Fujiwara Hoshizora still wants to punish her severely. And it’s a pity that this idea just came up when it was cut off strangely by the yin and yang.

“Oh, it has developed to the point where sisters take it all? Sure enough, bad guys don’t die so easily.”

Fujiwara Starry sky glanced at Tomimon Shino, her dress today is very beautiful, short-sleeved, hot pants, a bit like a little hot girl.

“Did you bring what I wanted?”

“then.”

Tomimon Shino threw a box with a mirror and a palm-sized bronzing talisman.

“Thank you.” Fujiwara Xingkong nodded and thanked him. This is the material needed to activate the Empire’s Onmyoji, and only the Tuomimen can make it in the world.

“In return…” Domimon Shino looked at Yukino Risa with a malicious look, “It’s better than Captain Niijima to let me.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Fujiwara Stars put his arms around Yukino Risa, and kissed her on the cheek as if marking her territory.

Tomimon Shino shrugged and looked at Yukino Risa: “Your boyfriend is so stingy.”

“Does he dare to be generous in this kind of thing?” Yukino Risa snorted proudly. “Dare to be generous, I will lift his ashes the next day.”

“Xiao Ma…” Domimon Shino turned to look at Shinjima Ma, “Actually, I have always been optimistic about you, not as good as you…”

Shinjima pulled the sleeves of Fujiwara Stars and said, “I did everything with Fujiwara.”

Tomimon Shino: “…”

“Huh?” Yukino Risa jumped up and grabbed Fujiwara Star’s collar tightly: “When is it, why don’t you two talk about it?”

How dare I say such things…

Fujiwara Starry sky was crying, Niijima looked away in shame, Tsutomimon Shino burst into laughter.

“Obviously I came first!”

Yukino Risa yelled, and the sound of gongs and drums was heard in the distance, and the firework show was about to begin.

Fujiwara Starry sky took her in his arms, and the two waited for the fireworks to bloom together.

“boom!”

After a few dull thoughts, more than a dozen fireworks dragged their long tails into the night sky like shooting stars, bursting ‘bang’, and the bright fire light illuminated the entire park.

Immediately afterwards, UU reading www.uukanshu.com more fireworks rose from the ground to the night sky, and when they reached a fixed point, they suddenly exploded. The entire night sky of Shinjuku seemed to be illuminated. Fire trees and silver flowers never night, probably this is the scene.

Yukino Risa looked up, clusters of flames falling from the night sky, dazzling like a luminous waterfall. Her beautiful face, under the shadow of the rusty powder, is extremely beautiful and moving.

Fujiwara Hoshizora put his arms around her neck, leaning to her ear and whispering confession.

Summer festivals, fireworks, yukatas, gardens, gatherings, goldfish, water balloons, takoyaki…

The scattered spark fragments painted a picture at a high altitude.

In a daze, the people around you said something: sukiyo

Fireworks exploded, tourists clamored, and cicadas whispered among the coveted cicadas.

Pleasant wind, summer night’s dream.

The world should be like this.