The blue sky and white sun, bright and clear, thin clouds wandering.

A standard Japanese-style garden, a small lake, neat cuckoo balls, delicate wooden pavilions, swaying reeds by the water, and tall buildings in the distance......

All these scenes are gone.

Izumi Kurose looked at the smile of the girl in front of her and unconsciously clenched her tender little hand.

At this moment, he felt like he was holding the whole world, and there was no need in his heart.

"Well, let's go."

Izumi Kurose nodded, took Chiren Shiraishi's hand, and took a leisurely walk along the excavated stream.

Next to the creek, the rhododendrons on both sides of the river are reflected in the water.

When the spring breeze blows, the word 'tranquility' comes to life in each other's hearts.

Walking slowly along the winding gravel path, you will soon see the reflection of green pines in the water.

The pine trees are so tender and green, but they can't match the softness in the palms.

"It's beautiful." Izumi Kurose couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the reeds fluttering by the water and the green pines by the stream.

"Well, it's a good idea to go out for a walk, right?" Shiraishi Chiren nodded and said with a smile.

"yes......"

Izumi Kurose also laughed, glad that he didn't choose to go back when he was in Ichibancho.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold hands with Shiraishi Qianren.

'It's a dream......

Izumi Kurose thought to herself.

However, then again, will his palms be sweaty because of nervousness?

If the palms of your hands are really sweaty, it will leave a bad hand-holding experience for Shiraishi Chirei, right?

She should be the same as herself, who is holding hands with for the first time, right?

As if seeing his nervousness, Shiraishi Qianren paused and whispered, "Don't be nervous, your hands are trembling." ”

"Ah...... Sorry, I'm worried if my hands will get sweaty. Izumi Kurose quickly apologized, and subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand.

But he didn't think that the delicate, slightly cold hand suddenly clenched hard, preventing him from letting go.

"No, it won't." Shiraishi Qianren shook her head slightly, "Even if it happens, it's fine, I don't feel annoyed, because I'm also nervous, and I sweat." Do you hate me with sweaty palms? ”

"Of course not!" Izumi Kurose replied without hesitation.

At the same time, he also relieved himself and breathed a long sigh of relief, with sweetness and happiness in his heart.

Once again, Izumi Kurose realized how gentle and considerate Chiren Shiraishi was!

After that, the two of them walked down the stream with their fingers interlocked, passing a large pavilion.

This pavilion is built with a small bridge and flowing water, and the ingenuity is unique.

It is said that this is the true inheritance of the Soviet-style garden, and the Taihu stone arrangement is also very standard and has a charm.

But in fact, this is a Fujian-style building, and the name is "Old Yuliang".

From the "Old Ryo", the pine trees are pruned to look like parasols, and visitors sit in the shade and let time pass slowly.

"Let's go get some rest, too?" Izumi Kurose suggested.

Before they knew it, they had walked some distance, and it was time to rest.

Although she still wants to hold hands again, Shiraishi Chiren has injuries on her body, and she may be pushing herself along the way.

"yes, okay."

So, the two walked through the "old Yuliang" and came to rest under a pine tree.

Izumi Kurose looked around and noticed that many tourists were lying down, so he learned to lie down as well.

Lying on the grass, the fragrance of the earth pours into your nose, and the green grass caresses your face with the breeze.

This time was peaceful and peaceful, as if even the sky was within reach.

Looking at this situation, Kurose Izumi couldn't help but say a sentence in "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi": "There is a loquat tree in the court, and the hand planted it in the year of my wife's death is also like a pavilion." ”

It doesn't mean anything in particular.

He could only think of this poem in his mind, which could describe this pavilion and cover his pine tree.

Shiraishi Chiri, who was sitting next to him, said softly: "There is a prose of light." ”

"Huh? You actually know? Izumi Kurose's face couldn't hide her surprise.

It is not surprising that this essay is known in China.

But this is Japan.

Most of the Chinese classes are also about the poems of the Three Kingdoms and some literati inkers, and there are almost no prose like this!

"I guess that's because I read a lot of books."

"Shiraishi, you're very knowledgeable." Izumi Kurose sighed.

Once again, he recognized the gap between himself and Shiraishi Chirei.

The other party is good-looking, the first in the country in terms of academic performance, erudite, good at playing games, and knows how to understand music on computers......

'Rub, in fact, Baishi is the Feng Aotian of the rebirth system, right? ’

Izumi Kurose muttered secretly, thinking to herself, how could the gap between people and people be so big?

"It's just a hobby." Shiraishi Qianlian's tone was flat, without the slightest hint of pride.

Yes, it's just bland.

These are really not something to be proud of for her, because they are too easy.

She learns anything she wants to do very quickly, and her memory is better than that of ordinary people.

Comprehension skills too.

Ordinary people learn just to learn, and they learn to write down the knowledge points.

But she is different, she learns at the same time, but also draws inferences!

"If it's a hobby, it's amazing."

"I think you, the Eternal Teacher, are even more remarkable."

"No, no, not as good as you."

"Hmph, how come we are like stupid people, who is more amazing?" Shiraishi Chiren covered her mouth and chuckled.

"yes, like a fool."

Izumi Kurose laughed too, her heart full of light.

After that, the two of them went to visit the "Old Western-style Pavilion Imperial Retreat", and then watched the cherry blossoms fall by a lake.

During this process, they had a smile on their faces and talked out loud from time to time, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

It's a pity that they didn't hold hands again.

Izumi Kurose was embarrassed to take it again, and Shiraishi didn't mention it.

After visiting Shinjuku Gyoen Gyoen, both of them felt a little tired.

"Let's go, go back."

"Well, it was a lot of fun."

"Me too."

Leaving Shinjuku Gyoen, I didn't want to go home to cook at Izumi Kurose, so I found a family restaurant for lunch.

Following the staff's lead, they sat down in a two-seater on the inside of the restaurant.

This family restaurant has a wide variety of cuisines, including Japanese, American, and Chinese.

Needless to say, there are some common curries, pork chops, and tempura.

Beauty is fried chicken, burgers and fries, which is the KFC kind.

There are some meanings in it, such as mapo tofu, golden shrimp balls, Chinese cold noodles, Yangzhou fried rice and the like.

According to the staff, their Chinese dishes are specially prepared by Chinese chefs!

"Bring me a kung pao chicken, mapo tofu." Izumi Kurose finished the order with great interest, looking forward to it.

He still misses a little bit of the taste of his hometown, especially the chicken soup.

It's not that it's not salty or light.

It's Lao Guang's pork belly and stewed chicken, the taste is simple!

"Please bring me some mapo tofu and a golden shrimp ball."

After a cursory glance at the menu, Shiraishi decided to try a Chinese dish that she had never tasted.

"Okay, you two, please wait a minute." The clerk wrote down the orders of the two, and after a salute, he leisurely retired.