My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 53 Under the Cherry Blossom Tree
Step into Shinjuku Station, the largest in the world.

Fujiwara Hoshizora arrived at the platform of the Yamanote Line and boarded the train bound for Shibuya.

In the evening, the carriage was very crowded, every inch of space in the entire carriage was filled, no matter they or they, almost all of them were forced to squeeze into this unnaturally small space with distorted expressions, and everyone had to follow the speed of the tram. , to change your center of gravity, but unable to make any effort to change the status quo.

Trams should be a very contradictory existence for Tokyoites.

You can’t live without it, but hate it so much, the deeper it tortures you, the more you will rely on it from the bottom of your heart──Except for some couples, no one should want to stay longer in a full tram Half a second.

Looking at the helpless and helpless expressions on everyone's faces, compared with the various living conditions in Tokyo, this scene Idohara Xingkong feels very humorous, but at the same time it is very real.

[Shibuya - Shibuya]
When the station announcement sounded, Fujiwara Hoshizora squeezed out of the carriage and stood on the platform. He took a big breath of slightly fresh air, and at the same time, he was carried by the surging crowd towards the stairs.

When queuing up to exit the gate, Fujiwara Hoshizora suddenly slowed down, and a social beast wearing a beige suit and carrying a briefcase rushed up from behind, making an impatient tut-tsk sound.

Many times, he finds Tokyoites brutal, cold and rude.People would spit on the street as if nothing had happened, and there were countless cigarette butts and small litter scattered on both sides of the road.

He didn't understand why, in his memory, Tokyo should be a more harmonious and elegant city.

Pushed by the crowd all the way out of the platform.

Just like being pushed forward by fate, if you stop, you will be crushed by the train of fate.

The world is impermanent, you may finally get the reward of fate, or you may be ruthlessly teased by fate repeatedly.

You can't control your destiny, but you can choose to grit your teeth and persevere and fight with all your strength to try before fate pronounces its verdict.

Fujiwara Xingkong didn't complain to anyone, but he suddenly missed the cherry blossom tree in the park.

More than 1000 days and months have passed, and everything seems to have changed. It is not possible to break out of the cocoon through pain, nor to become a butterfly after experiencing hardships. The arrangement of fate is hard to touch.

But as long as there are people who want to protect, you can build the strongest will.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, staring at this youth who has turned into a butterfly.

Dazzling like the brilliance of the Milky Way.

……

The train has been gone for a long time, and there are only pink petals falling slowly on the opposite side of the railway.

"quack quack"

The crow's chirping echoed in the air.

In the woods of Shinjuku Gyoen in the distance, there is the bright cry of birds preparing for the night.The sun had not completely set in the west, and from the corner of my eye, Miss Milo who was standing by the railway was dyed orange.

In the setting sun, the asphalt pavement gleamed beneath her feet.

Unknowingly, she came to the cherry blossom tree in the park again at dusk.

Over the past few days, I couldn't count how many times I would come here in a daze and sit in the same spot he sat in that day.

The scenery remains the same, but there is no longer anyone to accompany it.

Miss Milo sat alone on the bench and couldn't help thinking.

No!

Absolutely not!

You must succeed in scaring him next time, and you must make that kid's face that is pretending to be stupid become deformed by fear!
then then
Then what do I do?

Why did it become like this.
What the hell am I doing.
Although I didn't hate that feeling.
But no matter how you look at it, it’s weird, right?

I'm a rip girl! ! !

Why did he come to kiss?
Doesn't he think I'm scary?

Will he care?
Will you like it?

What kind of existence am I to that boy?

What the hell am I thinking about?
Actually he's pretty good-looking
It's good if you are liked by this kind of person.
Eh, eh. No, the thinking is getting worse and worse.

If this goes on, I'm going to be broken
I'm a rip girl!Don't forget your own existence! ! !
As if to cheer herself up, Miss Milo stood up from the bench.

In his sight, a little boy of eleven or twelve years old came from the other side, and the two of them got closer and closer.

When she was about to pass him by, she took a diagonal step and stopped the little boy.

"na"

"am I pretty?"

Ms. Milo used the sense of contrast to scare people. Under the warm sunset, a woman wearing a mask who looked intellectual and gentle suddenly took off her mask, revealing a slit that could scare people to death.

It's her way of being scary, and it's very effective.

The little boy who was stopped by her was stunned, and then said doubtfully: "Sister, you are very beautiful."

"So what?"

Miss Milo pulled off her mask, revealing her bloody face.

"Wow wow"

The little boy was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and looked at her in horror.

Miss Milo is very happy.

That's right.

This is the attitude I should have originally.

It's scary and not beautiful at all.

This is how scary the Rift Girl is supposed to be.

As for that Fujiwara, whatever.

Just a neurosis.

I don’t believe there is anyone who is not afraid of me!

Just be myself!
Miss Milo squinted her eyes and squatted in front of the little boy, the scissors in her hands were ready.

"Sister." The little boy trembled, not daring to look directly at the terrible wound.

"Is this painful?"

Eh?
Miss Milo did not understand what he meant.

The little boy lowered his head, found a handful of Band-Aids from his schoolbag, and handed them to her with his eyes closed.

"These are for you, you can use them."

"I also fall a lot and sometimes bleed. But I stick this thing every time, and it will be fine soon."

"So hurry up and use it, it won't hurt after you use it."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Miss Milo's hand and put the band-aid on her palm.

Then he turned around and ran away.

"I'm going home for dinner, big sister, remember to use it, if it still hurts, go to the hospital quickly."

Miss Meilu stared blankly at his disappearing figure.

His vision gradually became blurry.

"It's not scary at all."

"But Milo-san is very beautiful, not scary at all."

"Keep failing, but keep going."

"Is it because you like to experience humiliation?"

"Eat this and you won't be hungry."

The voice echoed in my ears, and his figure appeared in front of my eyes again. No matter how Miss Milo struggled, she couldn't drive him away.

Tears slid from the sockets.

Miss Milo tried to wipe her tears with her hands, but the tears still couldn't stop falling.

She struggled to hold back her sobs.

please
don't think about it
I can't take it anymore
The soft light of orange pours on the blooming petals, bursting out with colorful light
A gust of wind blows, flying all over the sky.

The light of the cherry blossoms seems to be more intense, but the setting sun has gradually weakened, and soon everything returned to darkness.

Na

am I pretty?
Can I see you again?
If there is heaven and earth, it is outside the door.

Take the tram across the ocean.

Hurry, I looked at each other with you, but ignored me.

Tomorrow's flowers bloomed yesterday.

　The knife is over, and the next chapter will start to send sugar (*▽*)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)