My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 The endless blue sky is very dazzling, and the cool breeze is blowing slowly on the forehead.

　　 Whether it is the sun or the sound of the wind, it is nothing but emptiness.

　　 Happiness no longer exists, leaving behind endless loneliness and anxiety deeply in my heart.

　　 have eaten breakfast and have no thought of going back to the classroom.

　　 Xia Xilin held a copy of Zamiakin’s "We" and sat quietly by the window to read.

　　 The noisy wind moved her long black hair, and the breath of a literary girl came to her face.

　　If he were there, I would laugh at me from the confused and ignorant young Holden in New York City to the wild Miss I-330 in the formidable siege.

　　 She thought calmly, turning a page quietly from time to time, and occasionally her gaze drifted to the doorway indifferently.

　　 Just like ten years ago, Xiao Xia Xi always sits at the door of the wooden house, in the same posture, looking at the woods at the door, hoping to see her mother coming home again.

　　 Gradually, the inner hope became despair.

After losing hope, she would still sit in front of the wooden house, looking at the miscellaneous forest and thinking about the past, present, and future. Although she could not get any conclusions no matter how she thought, she still repeated this meaningless thing day after day. It seems that this is the only way she can pass the time.

　　 Soon after her mother was taken away, an old woman who claimed to be a servant came to take care of her life.

　　 can't talk about resistance, and it's impossible to say that you like it. Anyway, those things can't help but make their own decisions.

　　 Besides, my mother said that Xiao Rin must grow up healthy.

　　 A child who listens to her mother is a good child, isn't it?

　　 Relying on such a slight psychological suggestion, Xiao Xiaxi's life returned to its former appearance, going to school during the day and returning home at night, but for a long time, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't laugh.

　　 In a small town with an increasingly out-of-population population, there are naturally not many students in the school.

　　 Among the more than one hundred students in the school, Xiao Xia Xi is the most eye-catching one. The facial features are as exquisite as hand-polished, and the slender limbs are white and tender, as if they were broken at the first break. With long golden hair and sky blue pupils, the whole person is like a fragile doll.

　　 The timid look under her long eyelashes adds to the charm that she shouldn't have at that age.

　　 Whether she is answering questions, burying her head in homework, or sitting under a tree quietly eating lunch, it looks like a beautiful painting.

　　 But these beautiful things brought about a disaster-like experience.

　　 Teacher consciously or unconsciously showed her care, which caused her to be excluded from her peers unanimously.

　　 As long as Xiao Xia Xi is present, the atmosphere on the scene will become very cramped. The boys seem to be fidgeting, while the girls are hostile.

　　Besides, because of family reasons, Xiao Xia Xi is easily nervous, stammers a little while talking, and easily becomes red-faced. When she talks often, she loses the following.

　　 My hands and feet are not very flexible, unable to walk on the balance beam, and my manual homework is a mess.

　　 If these mistakes are placed on other children, it is just a very common trivial matter, and no one cares at all. It just happened to Xiao Xia Xi, and everyone's reaction would become extremely exaggerated.

　　 Because of this, the students have a correct reason to exclude aliens

　　 They will whisper openly behind their backs, "This person is so strange, how can this be impossible."

　　 "It really is a doll, I can't do anything, and there is no mom and dad."

　　 "In the future, it will definitely be a garbage that the society doesn't need."

　　 In this way, Xiao Xia Xi became more silent and withdrawn.

　　 I don’t know what to do or dare to do. I don’t want to get up in the morning and can’t fall asleep at night. I bury myself in a book all day to escape everything.

　　 isolates herself from the whole world with silence, waiting alone for salvation that will not come.

　　 Xia Xilin’s childhood was like that, with a little sadness and a little bit of sorrow, in the vast coniferous forest of Hokkaido, desperately waiting for the goddess of luck to look down, year after year, growing up desperately in endless waiting.

　　 "Hahahaha..."

　　 The pleasant laughter coming from her ear made Xia Xilin startled. Looking at her voice, several students in short skirts passed by the tea art club.

　　 "What should I have for lunch? Veal steak rice bowl?"

　　 "Alright, it's better than eating the shabby bento my mother made."

　　 "Why don't you go out to eat, I know that a panini sandwich shop has opened near the school. I heard it tastes very good."

　　 "OK, go now."

　　 They talked to each other, and they stretched out their front paws like kittens to play and play. During the period, they kept sliding their fingers across the screen of the phone, looking for a lunch place.

　　 Listening to their chats, Xia Xilin really sighed for their infinite energy.

　　 It’s just lunch, is it necessary to be so happy?

　　Food is nothing more than providing the energy needed for survival. Whether it is Japanese cuisine, French cuisine, or the Chinese cuisine that you eat the most, not just props that provide calories.

　　 "Miss, it's lunch." Shiraishi Sachiko walked in through the door carrying a lunch.

　　 "Put it on the table."

　　 After Sachiko went out, Xia Xilin closed the book and glanced at the eel rice bento on the table.

　　 Then, a nausea gushed from the depths of the stomach in an instant.

　　 hurriedly ran into the toilet behind the screen, squatted on the toilet, and vomited. Although the whole stomach was upset, he could not vomit anything, only a little black thick liquid.

　　 She held the rim of the toilet with both hands, thinking about the omelet he made for no reason.

　　I have been in Tokyo for five years, and that was what she had eaten. Apart from chocolate, it was the only food that she could miss.

　　 washed her face, moved the bento to an invisible corner, and sat back in front of the window. Xia Xilin rubbed her eyebrows in confusion.

　　 I suddenly felt that life in Tokyo for more than five years was really absurd.

　　 After graduating from elementary school, Xia Xilin, who thought she was going to go to junior high school in a small town, unexpectedly discovered that her blond hair and blue eyes turned into black hair and black eyes overnight.

　　 At a young age, she didn't understand what was going on, so she could only helplessly ask the servant for help.

　　 And this time asking for help, the old witch who took her mother away appeared again and brought Xia Xilin to Tokyo.

　　 Since then, the little girl who was waiting alone in the small town has disappeared from the world, and in Tokyo, there has been an additional Miss Xia Xirin.

　　 When she first arrived, she couldn't remember how many times she muttered the words "Tokyo is really too difficult."

　　 The city is huge and complex, indifferent and difficult to understand.

Lost in the station, riding the wrong tram, bumping into others no matter where you go, asking for directions, no matter what you are, being held back by suspicious people without saying anything, constantly turning eyes and blushing shame , Dare not enter any stores other than convenience stores.

　　 Every time she stands in front of a bustling intersection in Shibuya, she is stunned by the huge crowd of people, and she can't find a place to shelter herself.

　　 New parents, new identity, new environment, bring a lot of things to learn. The etiquette of the nobles, the magic of the shrine, the courses of the elite education, etc., were all thrown in front of Xia Xilin.

　　 No one thinks about whether she can bear it, just as it should be, she just wants to understand those things.

　　 During those days ~www.NovelMTL.com~ she has been carrying a kind of anxiety that is almost collapsed, and she is in a state of crying every moment.

　　 Junior high school three years have been spent like this, Xia Xilin did not integrate into the world until she entered high school.

Wearing a mocha-colored suit with a dark red bow, the Sogra pleated skirt with slender thighs faintly visible from the length of the lower body, just the right makeup base, light lipstick, carefully trimmed nails, and the legs under the stockings are also taken care of It has to be beautiful.

　　 Although she is still an indescribable beauty, she is no longer the same child who did not know how to face her own appearance.

　　 Three years of study has given Xia Xilin enough calmness to face the complicated Tokyo and complicated life.

　　 said to different people every day, "Hello, nice to meet you."

　　 Although she is not happy inside, this does not prevent her from smiling gracefully and greeting everyone.

　　 In the baptism of years and months, the conversion between the three identities of the perfect high school student, the chaebol eldest, and the shrine maiden has become more and more proficient, and the skills of the imaginary and the snake have become more and more proficient.

　　 With a "click", it feels like gears are inlaid together, so life has set foot on a fixed track.

　　 began to count, counting from the day my mother was arrested, it has been a full ten years now.

Although she still habitually lays in bed every day, she always comforts herself in her heart whenever she opens her eyes. If you fall into the darkness, all you can do is to wait quietly until your The eyes adapt to the darkness.

　　 Are you weak?

　　I will not lose my style when I am mature.

　　 Is the persistence still there?

　　 Would you rather be smart and not impulsive?

　　 But it becomes tired if you stop and think twice at each step?