My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 May 1, Saturday, Taito District, Asakusa.

　　 Abe Temple received the news from the inside of Jiu Ke, and when he rushed to Asakusa Shrine, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

　　 In front of the old hall that he always wanted to blow up, my priest stretched out his hand to stop him.

　　 He cast his anxious gaze into the closed wooden door, but he could only see the swaying reflection in the window.

　　 In the hall, the old lady in the witch costume stood and walked around, while Xia Xilin, who had just turned home on the way back to the shrine, knelt on the ground wearing the same witch costume, motionless, like a thousand-year-old iceberg.

The old woman said something loudly, without receiving a reply, she took a bamboo knife and slapped her hard, but she just shook her body slightly, her expression on her face did not change at all, only a glimmer of her eyes flashed Marks of pain.

　　 "My uncle for a long time..." Abe Temple begged: "Will you persuade her, please."

　　 For a long time, my priest shook his head bitterly.

　　 Abe Temple looked back desperately at the reflection in the window of the main hall.

　　 "You can't blame me for anything, today's all are owed to me by your mother..."

　　 "Over the years, I have lost my face at Asakusa Shrine and my status within Shinto has plummeted. I have endured humiliation for so many years. What I have waited for is a chance, a chance to prove..."

　　 "It made me anxious, I can do everything!"

　　 "Even if you die, you have to prove it to those people tonight!"

The old woman's tone is very sharp, more annoying than the crow's cry, she keeps chirping crookedly, and without saying a few words, she can hear a "pop", obviously she used the bamboo knife to slap Xia Xilin again On her body, she could hear that the old woman had a very heavy hand, but the techniques were extremely precise, which was of the kind that hurts the heart and lungs without hurting the muscles and bones.

　　 She fought fiercely and desperately, and a crisp sound came from Xia Xilin's body. Except for the sound of the bamboo knife hitting, everything else seemed very quiet. Xia Xilin sat there as if she had lost her soul, hitting, tilting, and then sitting upright.

　　 Abe Temple clenched his fist, his eyes widened, tears were already streaming down

　　 I don't know how long it took before the gate of the palace was opened.

　　 The old woman walked out of the door, gave him a cold look, and walked out.

　　 Abe Temple glanced into the hall, and instantly settled on the ground, there was a gap between his eyes

　　 Xia Xilin fell to the ground like a butterfly with folded wings. The broad maiden robes were spread out, and the black drape was like a waterfall. However, on the exposed legs and hands, there were shocking scars.

　　 "Rin!" Abe Temple rushed into the hall, not paying attention to his feet, tripped over the door frame, enduring the pain of his heart, he crawled all the way, dragging a crawling trace more than one meter long on the ground, and came to Xia Xilin's side.

　　 From his line of sight, she can be seen lying on her side on the ground, among her sleeves, her slender fingers are blood-red, trembling slightly.

　　 Under her, the blood was flowing, dyed into a huge cherry blossom petal.

　　 Abe Temple cried and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the figure he has always admired.

　　 Xia Xi shrank and avoided his hand.

　　 His hands froze in the air, tears flowed out uncontrollably, as if the huge ice cubes that had been hidden in his body had melted, and he kept crying. He doesn't know what to do. In the past five years, he has stretched out his hand carefully countless times, but the small light spot always keeps a little distance from his fingertips, a distance that is out of reach.

　　 Xia Xilin sat up calmly from the pool of blood, and skillfully wrapped the wound on his arm with the bandage he had prepared. As for the body, there are clothes to cover up, she doesn't want to pay attention to it, anyway, people who should know know it, and people who shouldn't know it can't see it.

The crying boy next to 　　 is very noisy.

　　 It's not annoying, after all, I'm crying for myself.

　　 But there is no meaning of gratitude, anyway, all these are things imposed on me.

　　 There is nothing she can do to bear all, and she can only selectively abandon some things.

　　 Xia Xilin quietly bandaged the wound on her hand and combed her hair neatly.

　　 There are a lot of blood stains on the witch costume, but there is no need to change it now, maybe there will be more after tonight.

　　 She carried the wooden bow and quiver on the ground behind her back, and when she picked up the dagger, her consciousness shook. This dagger that fell in the Haunted House of Kayako seemed to have been sent back by Fujiwara Starry Sky. Think about it carefully, it has been a week since we broke up with him.

　　Will he come to save himself tonight?

　　 probably not anymore.

　　 Then, will Fujiwara Starry cry for himself?

　　 Thinking of this, I actually feel like crying.

　　 Xia Xilin, when did you become so vulnerable?

　　 She looked back at Abe Temple, which was lying on the ground and crying, not wanting to say too much.

　　Hey, Abe-student, I can only say sorry to you in my heart.

　　 Maybe you will be a little at a loss.

　　 But please take a closer look, life is still there.

　　 Maybe after tonight, I will be free.

　　 I hope you will not be too sad.

　　 Gathering and parting, but a treat for dinner.

　　 The tears fell apart, it is better not to see.

　　 is like a figure passing by in the middle of the night, quickly disappearing in the long river of time.

　　 Of course, you can continue to love me without being disgusted or grateful.

　　 are not saints, no one can kill anyone's heart.

　　 Xia Xilin thought so, trying to make herself smile and say: "It's dark, go home early."

　　 turned around and walked towards the darkness outside the door.

　　The voice still echoes in my ears, but the person is no longer visible.

　　 Abe Temple looked at the gate of the main hall stubbornly. Five years ago, when I saw her for the first time here, she was also dressed in a bright witch costume, elegant and neat, and her eyes calm as ice.

　　 He stayed at Asakusa Shrine until late and late that day, and she also smiled and said, "It's dark, go home early."

　　 There are many memories of Xia Xilin in the past five years.

　　 For example, watching her eating secretly, her actions are always elegant.

She can clean the bones of the fish, cut the meat in one go, can skillfully use the fork and spoon when eating pasta, and deliver the food perfectly to the import~www.NovelMTL.com~ for five years, He could only look at her from a distance, at her pink nails holding a coffee cup, the moisture on her cheeks, and her white fingers.

　　 fantasizes about the fragrance of her hair, the sweetness of her skin, her sweaty palms, and her somewhat lonely breath.

　　 and the hands that are wrapped in thick bandages every once in a while.

　　 In the past five years, he has deeply realized that the heart of human beings is so easy to be dominated by one person.

　　 It’s just that, no matter how much I’ve spoken to her and how much time I’ve spent together, I can’t get closer to her heart, even if it’s a millimeter, I can’t get closer.

　　 The girl also grew older and walked so fast.

　　 The garden was replaced today, and the ground was covered with moss.

　　 My heart throbbed as if being pinched.

　　 Abe Temple climbed up from the ground like walking dead, walked out of the shrine, and got into his car.

　　 was sitting in the back seat. He lit up the first cigarette in his life with his trembling hands. While swallowing the clouds, he watched the objects that glistened in the sky through the thick atmosphere.

　　 Gradually, the Nishi-Shinjuku high-rise building appeared in the field of vision. These high-end office buildings hidden behind the multi-residential buildings are still stunningly beautiful no matter what season or time. With age, this beauty has become more and more eye-catching.

　　 Everything is changing, only I have stayed here five years ago.

　　 Abe Temple felt more and more sad, got out of the car, and violently slapped the door with the sign of "Guests and Things Detective Agency".

　　 "Fujiwara, save her."

　　 "I beg you, please save her."

　　 Probably, she can give up her dignity for her own sake, he thought.

　　 Then, the pleading voice became louder.