In the park where the light is thin and the music is loud, the rustling sound of each leaf falling off is an answer to the feelings in the hearts of the two.

The rosy spread from Kurosawa's loving cheeks to the corners of her eyebrows.

Jiang Yuan cautiously and slowly left her lips, staring intently at the delicate face that seemed to be drawn with a sketch pen.

The people around finally began to coax, and many couples who came and went cast jealous and envious glances.

The song with a strong sense of rhythm is also gradually coming to an end.

However, Jiang Yuanshen blinked in surprise.

obviously just kissed, but at this moment, the girl's dark eyes looked a little crying.

Kurosawa's pure white body was shrouded in a faint orange-yellow light, and the wind that blew it carried the faint fragrance of dead leaves.

Her appearance was beautiful, and after the wind quietly stopped, Jiang Yuanshen smelled the sweet fragrance of freesia on her body again.

Kurosawa's lips were closed and he didn't say a word, just looked at him quietly, and didn't say anything about the kiss that had come before.

Jiang Yuanshen lowered his head, feeling as if he had also broken into the time that was slowed down, only the softness of her lips was always engraved in her senses.

"Actually, I-"

Kurosawa suddenly boldly stretched out his hand and held Jiang Yuanshen's arm:

"Let's talk about it in another place."

Her smile floated up like a bubble from her heart, a smile that didn't need anything sharp to puncture.

Her strength was very small, but Jiang Yuanshen still ran up with her small steps, leaving behind a crowd of exclamations and sighs of exclamation.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he and Kurosawa are a newborn couple who dare to love in front of everyone, and now they are running away completely because of shame.

Kurosawa came to the side of the road, and when he couldn't wait to reach out, he stopped a taxi.

Jiang Yuan stared at her cautiously, with cherry red skin, thin lips, and eyes that were now as emotionless as the bottom of the sea.

His heart pounded.

"Where are we going?"

"I usually like to go there when I go to Harumi Waterfront Park."

Kurosawa said this, bending over and sitting in the back seat of the car with his hands over his skirt.

When she noticed Jiang Yuanshen standing stupidly outside, her eyes were full of confusion, and she kept blinking her eyes.

"What? Do you want to go over on your own? ”

The kiss between the two passed through Jiang Yuanshen's mind once, but now, the girl who looked like a white phantom in front of her didn't seem to have that memory.

"Okay."

With a puzzled mood, Jiang Yuanshen wanted to sit in the back seat.

"You go and sit in the front." Kurosawa's long legs under her skirt suddenly jammed, blocking Jiang Yuanshen's movements.

Jiang Yuan asked cautiously, "Why?" ”

Kurosawa's loving face burned as if he had drunk strong wine, and he only felt that his body was crisp, but he still spoke:

"Because I have a lot to say, and if you're sitting next to me, I don't know how to organize it."

Jiang Yuanshen's breathing couldn't help but be heavy, and at this moment he understood that the Tokyo girl was not without memory, but pretended to be calm.

He didn't respond and sat straight into the passenger seat.

"Go to Harumi Waterfront Park." Kurosawa's rare voice came from behind.

The taxi was soon moving down the straight avenue, and the night was like an oil-stained page of paper, translucent.

Jiang Yuan cautiously peeked into the rear mirror, and could only see Kurosawa Pity staring out the window blankly, thousands of lights shattering on the buildings in Tokyo.

He withdrew his gaze, and even if he didn't hear her snort, he seemed to be able to perceive her breathing passing across his neck.

The car did not stop, and the sound of tire noise did not stop.

◇

Countless boats float on Tokyo Bay, and you can't notice the darkness of the night like the eyes of the sea stretching out from the sea.

Kurosawa and Emoto Shin were on the embankment of Rinkai Park, and as soon as she arrived, she held the railing with both hands and let the sea breeze blow her long hair that melted into the night.

The humid air and silence rushed to his face, and there was a hint of comfort that calmed his head, and Jiang Yuanshen couldn't help but exhale heavily.

"It's so comfortable—"

Kurosawa closed his eyes, gripped the railing with both hands, and leaned back.

Looking at her who formed a triangle with the railing, Jiang Yuanshen couldn't help but smile:

"Be careful not to fall."

"Sure enough, I still have to come here at night, and the water in Tokyo Bay is ugly during the day."

In the dark night and countless eyes, Jiang Yuanshen exhaled a breath of white and boundless.

"Kurosawa-san."

"Jiang Yuan, why did you suddenly become so bold? If it was you before, you wouldn't have done this at all. Kurosawa looked sideways at him, smiling a little playfully, "Did someone teach you?" ”

In the thin darkness, Jiang Yuanshen's face was dyed with a faint flush: "No, I thought of it myself." ”

"It's not new, it's really not new." Kurosawa stood up straight, her lustrous black pupils staring at the sea, and said, "Like firewood, it will only bring me golden leaves, and other dogs will also pick them." ”

Jiang Yuan knew that this move would not last long, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face:

"That's because in its eyes, golden leaves are the prettiest color."

"But don't worry, I didn't say it was useless. It's just"

Her tone suddenly lost her tone, her head became dizzy, and she raised her hand to press her temple.

"What?"

"That's it. It's weird, I don't know how to describe it. Kurosawa pursed her lips and threw an indescribable smile at Jiang Yuanshen, "But I'm glad you can come to Tokyo because of me." ”

She rarely expressed her inner thoughts in person, which made Jiang Yuanshen's heart suddenly feel numb, it was nothing, but when the sea breeze hit, her body was even hotter.

Jiang Yuanshen held the cold railing with one hand, looked sideways at her and said, "Kurosawa-san, I like you." ”

“.”

Kurosawa subconsciously pursed her lips, exhaled heavily, and took a step towards him.

Her slender white throat twitched, her eyelids blinked vigorously, and her obsidian-like eyes seemed to lurk in the sparkling sun.

"Jiang Yuan, I am a very strong person, but if I meet someone I like, I will chase after him through all obstacles, even if my foot hurts, I will jump over, even if it is a big storm, I will drop my umbrella to chase him."

Kurosawa's loving body leaned forward, crossed his slender legs, and the black hair that flowed down was like night water.

"But. If that person doesn't respond to me, I'll make him regret it for the rest of his life. ”

“.”

Jiang Yuanshen felt that his breathing was about to stop, and he didn't move in place, and the stars in the sky were like a frozen heavy rain.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was stunned, Kurosawa's thin lips turned up slightly, and he pretended to smile lightly and said:

"Jiang Yuan, why do you want to be courteous after my heart is cold?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yuanshen's eyelids jumped, he couldn't help but open his lips, and in the end he didn't say anything.

- At that time, I didn't know if my feelings for Kurosawa were love. Or do you want to indulge in her unconditional gentleness?

"But I'm really surprised that you came to Tokyo and did those corny things, it's not like you at all, I didn't think you would come."

Kurosawa's loving little face smiled unnaturally, pretending to be arrogant and stroking his long black hair, and said with one hand on his waist,

"If it's an ordinary little girl, I'm afraid I'll be fascinated, you are so bold that you dare to kiss me, Miss Ben is really moved, but there is no way, I am Kurosawa pity-"

Her tone was like warm water, with an indulgent warmth, but the meaning of it made Jiang Yuanshen's expression dim.

Sure enough, Kurosawa is not an ordinary girl,

Seeing that the atmosphere was unexpectedly tense, Kurosawa immediately lowered his head and tiptoed twice.

"Well, if you say you like me when you're on Zhitori Island, even if it's to lie and make me happy, then I'll be very happy."

"But."

Kurosawa raised his eyebrows, and said with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth,

"You don't."

Jiang Yuanshen's initial reaction was numb, like a person who had been frozen, slowly coming back to his senses by the gradually warming flame.

He could feel that between himself and Kurosawa's love, there was a faint transparent and majestic wall, and it was clear that she was close in front of him, but he could no longer touch her no matter what.

And all this, there is no doubt that it is not Kurosawa's fault, but his own fault.

It was as if he had rediscovered his ugly appearance that he had long forgotten, and the excessive amount of emotion flowed into his brain, making Jiang Yuanshen dizzy, as if he was suffering from his previous immaturity.

He neither defended himself nor expressed his love as before, but just stood dumbfounded.

Kurosawa's loving face was smiling, but her heart felt like someone had been thrown into the snow, and she had to beat desperately to make her blood boil again.

"Ah, are my things still with you?" Kurosawa walked over quickly as if nothing had happened, and said like a simple girl, "It's that blue meat steamed bun, you brought it, right?" ”

Jiang Yuanshen nodded, and mechanically took out the blue meat steamed bun from his pocket.

"Show me."

Kurosawa snatched it away, kneading it with both hands.

"We got it together in the coarse dim sum, which is really nostalgic."

"At that time, you snatched it all." Jiang Yuanshen's voice was extremely low, as if it came from a deep well.

Kurosawa raised his eyebrows and glared at him and said, "You still take this little thing to heart, and you don't have a stomach." ”

Not knowing how to answer, Jiang Yuanshen was silent, and could only hear the sound of breathing from her small open mouth.

Kurosawa prefers to hold the steamed bun tightly, even until it wrinkles, she inhales, and then exhales briefly.

"I originally wanted to throw it away on Chitori Island, but in the end I was reluctant to do it, so I tied it there."

The next moment, she headed for Tokyo Bay, and without warning, she threw the meat steamed toy in her hand towards the sea, and she could feel the pride she carried.

Jiang Yuanshen's face changed greatly.

When he saw the steamed buns being thrown into the sea, he felt that his memories were like fish scales washed by water, some of which remained on the surface of his body, and some of which fell to the bottom of the sea.

Something inexplicably "dead", as if mixed with blood, disappeared into the water.

His breathing stopped, his hands clutched the railing, and he leaned forward subconsciously, praying in his heart that the toy would float up.

But the night was too dark, and there were too many shattered lights and shadows on the surface of the water, and he couldn't catch any trace at all.

Kurosawa saw him like this, a subtle trace of pain passed over his face, and the night was coquettish, trying to stir up her hazy fog.

She bit the flesh of her lower lip tightly and pretended to be relaxed:

"No, the existence of things has to be meaningful, it doesn't make sense to me anymore."

Jiang Yuan looked cautiously at Kurosawa's mercy, she showed a faint smile in the night, looking half of a sense of god, making her posture turn illusory.

It dawned on him now—

Kurosawa's mercy is Tokyo.

Cold, passionate, haughty, and principled, she has no room for error and is impossible not to be fascinated by.

The night sky collapsed in an instant, as if everything had come to an end.

Jiang Yuanshen's hand holding the railing finally relaxed, a thin layer of sweat remained in his palm, and the ship that was far away alone looked inexplicably lonely at the moment.

Kurosawa looked at his lonely face lovingly, took a deep breath faintly uneasily, raised his slender eyelashes, and his voice seemed to be shrouded in a film of water:

"Jiang Yuan, you are actually not the type I like, but unfortunately, the person I like is you, I like you so much."

There was no twist and circumstance in her words, and her heart, which was like a marshmallow, was accepted by Jiang Yuanshen's senses one by one.

His throat was squirming, but it was not lubricated in the slightest, so he had to mutter the same vibe:

"I like you so much, mercy."

Kurosawa poured out a fiery breath again, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said:

"But I'm sorry you didn't come, I fell out of love that day."

"I'm sorry, I'm too late."

"It's good if you understand-" Kurosawa's loving eyes stared at Jiang Yuanshen, and the depths of his pupils seemed to be flashing with the innocence of a girl, "Jiang Yuan, what lesson can you learn?" ”

Jiang Yuanshen looked at her, desperately trying not to let her notice that her body was trembling.

"You're going too far, did you ask me to make a rejection summary on the spot?"

"Say it!" Kurosawa stomped his foot in disgust.

Jiang Yuanshen's heart throbbed, but she was too relieved, so she had to pretend to be relaxed.

"It's a sad story."

Kurosawa raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, and said a little speechlessly: "Vulgar! ”

"So what's going to happen?"

"You're not my type, but you're the one I like, so you're going to rack your brains and do everything you can to become the type I like, you know? Don't make no progress at all. ”

"Is that so?"

Kurosawa's loving face showed a pleasant smile like a spring breeze, and he leaned forward slightly and said teasingly:

"If you don't understand, then you're still a kid who hasn't grown up."

Jiang Yuanshen noticed that there was some loneliness in her words, which made his heart ache faintly.

"Me"

"That's it! Now go back! Kurosawa Abruptly interrupted him.

"Go back?"

"Go back to your Zhitori Island, you still have a class to attend, right? There's no point in you staying here anymore. ”

Kurosawa took out her phone, and the faint light of the screen illuminated her pitiful cheeks,

"There are still tickets to Niigata on the Shinkansen now, and there will be one in fifty minutes, which is not good! It's at least half an hour from here! Hurriedly! ”

She was even more flustered than Jiang Yuanshen, as if she had come to Harumi Linhai Park, she took his arm and walked to the street and stopped a taxi.

In the taxi, Kurosawa has a lot of loving words, and it seems that he wants to finish the words of the future at once, but he talks about interesting things from his school days in the past.

Whoever confesses in class, who wears pants backwards, who falls into the pool, who will always fart secretly.

Jiang Yuanshen and Kurosawa are swimming against the current in the long river of time, lingering, giving him the illusion that she wants to go back with him.

"Do you want to kiss me?" She asked suddenly.

"No, Toto didn't end up with Elena, did he?" Jiang Yuanshen said.

Before you know it, the taxi has arrived at Tokyo Station.

"Thanks, you can go back." Jiang Yuanshen said.

"I'll go in with you."

"Why?"

Kurosawa looked at Jiang Yuanshen, who looked a little bitter, and squeezed out a faint smile on his face and said:

"Don't you think it's going to be romantic to say goodbye to you at the station?"

Her voice was like ice and snow melting, turning into clear water and flowing into Jiang Yuanshen's boring heart.

Looking at Kurosawa's loving smile, he couldn't help but laugh too.

"It's good to be romantic then."

"One time."

Jiang Yuanshen walked towards the station, and Kurosawa followed him.

All the way to the ticket gate, the sound of people coming and going, and the sound of the wheels of the suitcase rubbing, tirelessly curled up in the ears.

Jiang Yuanshen turned around, and Kurosawa, who was wearing a pure white dress, stood there with one hand on his waist.

"Gone." He accentuated his voice, lest she wouldn't hear.

Kurosawa just pursed her lips and looked at him with a faint smile.

Jiang Yuan turned around cautiously and walked to the ticket gate.

"Jiang Yuan."

Kurosawa's loving voice came from behind her, her hands hanging behind her back, her delicate skin carrying the bright light of the station.

Jiang Yuanshen smiled on his face:

"What's wrong?"

She raised her hand and waved—

"Bye-bye."

"Bye-bye."

Turn around again and prepare to pit stop.

"River~Source~"

At this time, her voice was full of coquettishness, which made the people around her emotional.

Jiang Yuanshen turned around again.

"What's wrong again?"

Kurosawa turned sideways slightly, completely put on a little girl's posture and said with a smile:

"Goodbye, good night."

"Goodbye."

"Jiang Yuan."

"How?"

"Jiang Yuan."

“.”

Her smile was like a pure white boat floating on the water, gradually sinking and disappearing in the water.

"Jiangyuan ......"

Her voice was lonely and moving.

“.”

Jiang Yuanshen's body trembled slightly, but he still resisted the urge to walk over and hug her, just turned around and entered the station directly.

"Jiang Yuan!"

Her voice was like a light piercing the night, imprinted in her heart in an instant.

Jiang Yuanshen turned around again, and finally couldn't help but shout:

"Mercy, will I ever see you again?!"

Kurosawa was stunned for a moment, her face showing a hint of redness, ignoring the strange sights around her, and shouted with a smile:

"If I miss you so much! I will definitely go to see you! You are not allowed to come until then! The only one who forgives you is my mercy! ”

After she finished speaking, like a squirrel, she turned and trotted away with a red face.

Jiang Yuanshen stood in place and let out a long sigh, maybe he already liked her the moment she demolished her door.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuanshen couldn't help but laugh at himself and walked into the station.

Circle around the platform and arrive at the station bound for Niigata, where you will be on the N700 train.

It is at the window position.

Jiang Yuanshen sat down empty-handed and looked at the platform.

"Today, thank you for taking the Shinkansen, this train is the Nozomi, bound for Niigata Station——"

The radio in the car sounded the voice of the female announcer like a sunflower, and after a while, the train slowly started.

Jiang Yuanshen's eyes looked out of the car window, and at that moment, the afterglow of his vision captured a white figure that made people linger.

Kurosawa stood on the platform, her eyes constantly roaming his carriage, her dress blown by the wind, the light falling into her starry eyes and turning into shimmering particles.

Jiang Yuanshen's gaze seemed to be pulled by her, and his chest couldn't help but feel hot.

He opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but say:

"It's cunning—"

Just in time, Kurosawa finally spotted him, and the two looked at each other again.

She waved her hand again, thinking that Jiang Yuanshen hadn't noticed her, so Jiang Yuanshen, who was in the car, had to wave like an orangutan.

Kurosawa smiled lightly and stared at him affectionately, her sakura lips as if she had spat out words.

"Goodbye—"

It is obviously an ordinary word, but it is better than all complex emotions and words, even if Jiang Yuanshen has no patience to choke, but she is pressed step by step.

He leaned down and covered his mouth.

Luckily, the train started slowly.

Kurosawa's love finally disappeared from his sight completely.

(End of chapter)