[King of the Internet] Liu Yi Wu Zheng

Something has changed, subtle but real.

I don't know when, when I came to school in the morning, except for the three of Xiaolin, she and the front and back tables and the adjacent table across the aisle would say "morning" to each other, and "goodbye" after school in the afternoon.

It seems that the uneasiness and fear that suddenly became clear broke the calmness and composure that she had been deceiving all along, making people more reluctant and cherishing the plain tranquility in front of them, and actually integrated into the life of this world bit by bit, and finally The pretended peace and indifference gradually became real.

Dressed in bright and bright colors suddenly vivid the cold and quiet street.

The girl was wrapped tightly in the long red down jacket, and because she was afraid of the cold, she let down her straight black hair that was over her hips. The two-meter-long white scarf was wrapped around her neck twice, then hung on her shoulders and hung in front of her body. , the elegant and beautiful black plush beret firmly protects the top of her head and ears. She is stepping on snow shoes, and her footsteps seem to have a certain rhythm.

It was another Sunday evening. At this time, after she finished writing the manuscript of the scheduled content, she would walk for more than ten minutes to go to the very famous bookstore to search for books.

It's a joyful thing.The bookstore has a fast purchase speed and covers a wide range of categories. The most important thing is that there are many original foreign language books, including many excellent works in Chinese and English.

The cold wind was a bit harsh, Xia Wuzheng squinted his eyes, and saw that there were more and more Christmas-related objects on both sides of the street, and he was a little relieved: Japan in this world values ​​Christmas very much, and recently the topics of students have also revolved around Christmas. I just don’t know if the Chinese New Year will have such an atmosphere?As a traditional Chinese, she is not interested in Western festivals, and what she values ​​are Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Eve, and she doesn't even care about New Year's Day.

The owner of the bookstore is a young woman. When she saw the girl, she smiled and said hello.Regular visits every week, and spending a fortune, will naturally remember her.

After Xia Wuzheng responded politely, he went directly to the second floor very purposefully.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Liu." Suddenly seeing an acquaintance, there was always a hint of surprise, and the girl immediately said hello with a natural expression: Speaking of which, this is the second time I met this person here!However, this bookstore is quite famous in Kanagawa, and the other party is a book lover, so it is not an accident to meet him by chance.

The brown-haired boy turned his head, "looked" at the girl, and nodded slightly: "Xia Sang."

With a light smile, Xia Wuzheng walked towards the English area, secretly wondering: The man's actions just now were "looking" at himself... It's amazing, how did he do it?Thinking of a genius who is always smiling and squinting, he is also relieved.

Pulling out a newly arrived original book, the girl suddenly remembered that what the boy was flipping through seemed to be a Chinese book... Sure enough, he is a very extraordinary person, so he is called "Prince"?

The thought flashed by, she stopped thinking about it, turned the pages of the book, and read the preface carefully.

Then came Christmas, followed by the half-month winter vacation.After spending Christmas in Tokyo, Xia Wuzheng rejected Kondo’s family’s Hokkaido New Year’s trip, and within two days of returning to Kanagawa, he finally got the manuscript fee for his first novel in this life, and received news that the drafts had been completed. Unavoidable dash flying.

Watching the first snow fall, I suddenly had the urge to go to the bath.So the girl, who was afraid of the cold, acted decisively, carrying a travel bag, a drawing board, and a camera, and set off for a trip alone.

Arrived in Hakone by train, stayed in a European-style homestay, soaked in warm soup in the flying first snow at night, held a camera during the day, and watched the famous landscape in a few days. A drawing board was set up by the lake, and the morning and dusk here were depicted in detail with a brush.

On the fifth day, Xia Wuzheng calculated the expenses and found that it was a little over budget. He planned to go back home the next day, but when he passed by a wandering singer, his mind suddenly moved.

It was a foreigner who was not handsome and thin, obviously very inconspicuous, but his magnetic and low voice, singing melodious and melodious ditties, attracted passers-by one after another, even if they didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, that kind of A touch of warmth still makes people feel happy.

Music is a universal language that can touch all life.

The girl carried an erhu with her, and it was just before leaving that she thought of the beautiful scenery of Hakone and the leisurely time, so she occasionally played one.It's just that I've been busy enjoying, taking pictures, and drawing these few days, but I completely forgot about that sudden interest.

Thinking of the moving voice of the wandering singer, on the next day, she took the piano and came to the place where she painted before, placed the cushion under an old tree, and sat down.

She wiped the body of the piano, thinking of how her father taught her how to play the string when she was a child, her eyebrows and eyes raised.Chinese, foreign, well-known, unknown, she will play the tunes she can pull out one by one.Suddenly, she opened her voice and sang the words along with the music. Unexpectedly, she won the applause of the passers-by. So she stopped sticking to the formality, sometimes she just played the song, and sometimes she sang along with it. Maybe just sing a cappella.

The effect is still very good...

Passers-by here are not densely populated, and the tips left by customers are pressed under the stones, which at first glance are quite a lot.Suddenly I feel very happy, not because I really want to make money, but the scenery, the singing, and the beautiful hot spring night are really dreamlike... The only fly in the ointment is that I feel cold!

At sunrise in Songshan Pass, the morning bell startles the birds; the stream in the forest murmurs, and the green grass on the slope...

The girl pulling the strings seemed to be tired from sitting for a long time. She leaned her upper body back slightly, closed her eyes with a smile, and leaned against the tree trunk. This song was probably very familiar to her. The movements of her hands were not stagnant. Mellow and soft, very different from her usual speech.

Several teenagers stopped not far away.The corners of the iris-haired boy's mouth widened, and he turned his head to look at the person beside him: "Yeah, Liu, that seems to be Xia Sang from your group, right? The one who almost knocked you off the top of the list in the last exam." ?”

Hearing this, the purple-haired boy who was pushed down by the girl from the ranking list on the other side pushed down his glasses.The white-haired boy beside him laughed when he saw the tip dropped by the passer-by: "Pfft, is she singing?"

The black-faced man who was a part-time school discipline committee pressed down on the brim of his hat: "Too lax."

The squinting military division did not speak, but took out the notebook he carried with him and began to write.

"Is the military adviser collecting the data of other girls? Pfft~" the speaker teased, "I heard that you are the front and back desks, so maybe you have ulterior motives?"

The brown-haired boy stopped writing, closed his notebook, and said calmly, "King Ni, I'm also collecting your data."

King Ren immediately shut up: military divisions can't play around at will, otherwise they won't be able to live freely in the days to come.

"You sing very well." Seeing that he was about to run over, the red-haired boy was pulled by his collar, and immediately turned his head in dissatisfaction. When he found that it was a certain data man, he immediately became angry, "Don't pull me like this!" The collar, my neck hurts."

"Mrs. Wen, don't disturb Xia Sang." The minister said, "Let's go." Although he is an interesting person, he has nothing to do with the tennis club. Now everything is about tennis. His body... The young man turned around and left first.

My arms were sore, my throat was tired, and my body was cold, so I closed the stall.Xia Wuzheng casually stuffed the tips he earned today into his backpack, held the erhu, and hurried back to his lodging place slowly.

At the door of the B&B, her eyes wandered randomly, and suddenly caught some familiar figures, and when she looked closely, the person was no longer there... Maybe it was because she was dazzled.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, she went back to her room to arrange her outfit, took a hot bath in the bathroom, filled her stomach again, and soaked in the warm soup for a long time.

Then went back to the house to count the harvest of the day, and checked the luggage again, Xia Wuzheng changed into a bright red kimono with satisfaction—probably because of the hometown complex, girls who prefer cool colors are more fond of Chinese red— —Enough playing, let’s go back to Kanagawa tomorrow morning, take advantage of the few days before the start of school, and finish the short manuscript in hand!

Walking out of the hotel, she walked leisurely, her body was very warm after soaking in the hot spring, and she was not afraid of the cold wind at this moment.The scenery of Hakone at night is also unique, and the starry sky is even clearer and farther away today.

Xia Wuzheng raised his head, pressed his left hand to his chest, and put his right hand behind his back. Looking up at the light blue sky, he sighed involuntarily: "Winter night is cold and the night is long..."

He kept silent and laughed secretly.

Sensing that someone was approaching behind her, she ignored it and continued walking slowly.

"Xia Sang."

It was a voice that the girl already felt very familiar with.

"Liu Jun, what a coincidence." Xia Wuzheng turned around when he heard the voice, and seemed not to be too surprised by the sudden appearance of the young man—probably, the number of coincidences with this person was a little too much.

The two stood facing each other.Half a minute later, the girl hesitated and said, "Is Mr. Liu coming to the hot spring too?"

——Say something nonsense.

Xia Wuzheng was ashamed.It's just that according to her understanding of this person, when they meet by chance, the other party should leave after a greeting?For a moment, she could only be dumbfounded, after all, she is not a person who is good at leading topics.

But... sizing up the boy calmly, seeing him in a kimono for the first time, the girl couldn't help secretly praising this man's demeanor: he is really as pure and aloof as a lotus.

"Group activities of the tennis club." Liu Lian'er answered both questions and questions.

"Ah," Xia Wuzheng pulled the corners of his lips slightly, squinted at the blurred night, tilted his head slightly, and watched the boy, "The night scene here is good... Is Liu Jun going for a walk, together?" Although His tongue is a little clumsy, but he is mature in heart, and he doesn't feel embarrassed to invite the opposite sex.

"Ah." The boy responded without any shyness.

Speaking of which, they were classmates at the front and back desks, and it was normal for them to walk together after meeting.

"The sentence you read just now." After the two of them walked for a distance, the boy broke the silence between each other and asked this girl who seemed to live in a world alone, "Is there any allusion? ?”

Xia Wuzheng replied: "It's a famous sentence by the poet Li Bai." Then he asked, "Does Liu Jun understand Chinese?"

"It's just a beginner." Liu Lianer said frankly, "Chinese is very complicated and advanced."

"But for Liu Jun, it shouldn't be a problem." This was the girl's heartfelt words.

Under the dim night light, the boy's lips seemed to bend a little: "Xia Sang complimented me."

"It's not a compliment..." Xia Wuzheng didn't bother to argue about such a question, and continued to ask doubts, "Why does Liu Jun want to learn Chinese?"

"Chinese culture, especially ancient Chinese culture, has a profound influence on Japanese classical literature." The boy replied.

"Understood." The girl smiled leisurely, "Mr. Liu's love for and research on classical literature is indeed well known."

"Xia Sang has made rapid progress in classical literature." It is a plain statement.

Probably because of the speaker's mature and steady personality, or his taller body than many adults, on such a night, the girl gave the girl the illusion of being of the same age, so after the initial embarrassment, the conversation became smooth as soon as the topic was opened Naturally.Xia Wuzheng said softly: "Because I have one-eighth of Japanese blood, I was required to learn basic Japanese since I was a child... Later, I had some contacts with this place, and I learned a little more deeply." Laughing, "Chinese class was really a headache at the beginning, but fortunately, I have a good memory. I learned it by rote a few times, and I gradually understood it."

"Xia Sang's memory is very good, more than 25% higher than the average level."

The girl laughed when she heard the words: Very classic data man's speaking style!I don't know if it's an illusion, but the boy's tone tonight is a little more relaxed than usual.

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