My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

Chapter 55: Under the cherry tree

　　 Walked into Shinjuku Station, the largest in the world.

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizori came to the platform of the Yamanote Line and boarded a train in the direction of Shibuya.

The carriages in the evening are very crowded. Every inch of the space in the entire carriage is filled. Almost all of them or they are forced to squeeze into this unnaturally small space with distorted expressions. Everyone must follow the speed of the tram. , Change their focus, but can't make any effort to change the status quo.

　　 To the people of Tokyo, the tram should be a very contradictory existence.

You can't live without it, but you 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. For half a second.

　　 Looking at the helpless and helpless expressions on everyone's faces, comparing with the various living in Tokyo, this picture of Itohara Stars feels very humorous, but at the same time very real.

　　[Shibuya-Shibuya]

　　 The announcement of the station sounded, and Fujiwara Star squeezed out of the carriage and stood on the platform. He breathed a little bit of fresh air, and at the same time, he was wrapped up by the turbulent crowd and walked towards the stairs.

　　 When queuing out of the gate, Fujiwara Star suddenly slowed down, and a social animal in a beige suit with a briefcase rushed up from behind, making an impatient tusk.

　　 Many times, he thinks Tokyo people are savage and indifferent and rude. People spit on the street casually, and there are countless cigarette butts and small garbage scattered on both sides of the road.

　　 Why are there so many beverage bottles, magazines and convenience store bento boxes on the ground?

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

　　 was pushed all the way out of the platform by the crowd.

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

　　The world is impermanent, and you may eventually be rewarded by fate, or you may be repeatedly teased by fate.

　　 You can’t control your fate, but you can choose to grit your teeth and fight with all your strength, and try before the fate is pronounced.

　　 Fujiwara Starry Sky does not complain, but suddenly miss the cherry blossom tree in the park.

　　 More than a thousand suns and moons came over, it seems that everything has changed, but only the mind is stuck in place, impartial, ignoring the reincarnation of fate.

　　 The courage to turn the cocoon into a butterfly finally returned to the body.

　　 It is not that you can emerge from the cocoon through suffering, or that you can emerge as a butterfly after all the 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 be frozen at this moment, staring at this beautiful flower that transforms into a cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

　　 dazzle like the dazzling galaxy.

　　……

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

　　"呱呱呱"

　　 The crow's tweet echoed in the air.

　　In the woods of Shinjuku Gyoen in the distance, there is the dazzling cry of birds preparing for the night. The sun hadn't completely set in the west, and the remaining light dyed Miss Milo who was standing by the railroad into an orange.

　　 In the setting sun, the shiny asphalt road stretches under her feet.

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

　　 These days, there have been countless times that he would come here in a daze, sitting in the same place he sat that day.

　　 The scenery remains the same, but it is no longer accompanied.

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

　　 can't do it!

　　 Absolutely not!

　　 Next time, you must succeed in scaring him, and you must make that little devil's face that pretends to be silly and deformed because of fear!

　　 Then...then...

　　 Then what should I do?

　　 Why did it become like this...

　　What am I doing...

　　 Although I don’t hate that feeling...

　　 But no matter how you look at it, it’s weird, right.

　　 I'm a rip girl! ! !

　　 Why did he kiss him?

　　 Doesn't he think I'm scary?

　　 Will he care?

　　 would you like it?

　　For that boy, what kind of existence am I?

　　What weird thing am I thinking...

　　 In fact, he looks pretty...

　　 It would be nice to be liked by this kind of person...

　　 eh eh eh... No, my thinking is getting worse and worse.

　　 I will break if this continues...

　　 I am a rip girl! Don't forget your own existence! ! !

　　As if to invigorate herself, Miss Milo stood up from the bench.

In 　　's sight, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy came from the other side, and the two got closer and closer.

When 　　 was about to pass by, she stepped diagonally and stopped the little boy.

　　"Na"

"am I pretty?"

　　 Miss Milo's scary use is the sense of contrast. In the warm sunset, a woman who looked intellectual and gentle wearing a mask suddenly took off her mask, revealing a scary gap.

　　 This is her scary way, very effective.

　　 The little boy who was stopped by her was dumbfounded, and then said in doubt: "Sister, you are beautiful."

　　 "What about this?"

　　Miss Milo took off the mask, revealing a **** face.

　　 "Hmm...wow..."

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

　　Miss Milo is very happy.

　　 That's right.

　　 This is how I should have been.

　　 is scary and not beautiful at all.

　　 The slit girl should be so terrible.

　　 As for that Fujiwara or something, leave him alone.

　　 is just a neurosis.

　　 I don’t believe that someone is not afraid of me!

　　 Just be myself!

　　 Miss Milo narrowed her eyes and squatted in front of the little boy, with the scissors in her hand ready.

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

　　 "It hurts like this, right?"

Eh?

　　Miss Milo didn't understand what he meant.

　　 The little boy lowered his head, found a handful of band-aids from his schoolbag, and closed his eyes and handed it to her.

　　 "These are for you, you can use them~www.NovelMTL.com~ I also often fall and sometimes bleed. But every time I post this thing, it will get better soon."

　　 "So you use it quickly, 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.

　　 just 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."

　　Miss Milo stared at his going away figure in a daze.

　　'S vision gradually became blurred.

　　 "Come over, it's not scary at all."

　　 "But Milo Sang is beautiful, not scary at all."

　　 "I have been failing, but I have been insisting."

　　 "It's because you like to experience the feeling of humiliation, right?"

　　 "You won’t be hungry if you eat this."

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