old events in tokyo

Chapter 139 I want to share a story with you first
The sunlight hits the floor of the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, and extends all the way to the bedside, climbing up the pink and white sheets, and finally staying in front of the delicate and slender eyebrows.

His long eyelashes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.The glare of the sun made her subconsciously narrow her eyes again, and her eyes gradually focused.

Turning his head to look at the bright sunshine outside the window, the blue sky is as clean as washing.Only then did she realize that it was early morning, not afternoon as usual.

Last night, because I came back early, I didn't record in the recording studio, so I rarely went to bed early.

But because of the long-term reversal of day and night, the body's biological clock cannot go to sleep quickly, tossing and turning, and finally falling asleep in a daze, it may be almost midnight.

He sat up and stroked his somewhat messy hair, picked up the alarm clock with cartoon dog image on the bedside and looked at it, it was already past nine or ten.It seems that it took a long time to fall asleep last night.

Just when a series of "jingle bells" sounded, she turned her head and looked towards the living room, and saw that the phone was ringing.

There was no way to stay in bed anymore, so she came to the living room with loose hair, cotton pajamas and pink slippers to answer the phone.

"Moshi Moshi?...Hay...Thank you for taking care of me..."

After hanging up the phone, she turned and went into the bathroom, and after a while, the sound of rushing water came.When she reappeared, her loose hair was simply tied into a ponytail, and the sleepy look on her face had disappeared.

It was replaced by a clean and fresh plain face, and went back to the bedroom to change into loose clothes at home. The upper body was a beige sweater and the lower body was loose trousers.

Then the doorbell rang and she opened the door.A uniformed property service staff stood at the door.

"Good morning, Miss Sakai, here is your package, please sign for it."

After receiving the express mail from the service staff, she signed the checklist.

"Hay, thank you for your care."

Both parties bowed behind each other, the property staff said goodbye and left, Sakai Quanshui closed the door, looked at the express mail in his hand, it was as thin as a file bag.

Seeing the familiar signer, she unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.Attached below is his latest residential address.

She found a pen and paper and copied his address again before putting the express mail on the table in the living room.

He got up and poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting on the sofa and preparing to open the express mail to see what he wrote this time.

This time there were only a few pieces of letter paper, densely packed with handwriting.

She picked up the first piece of letter paper and was about to read it slowly, but she had the patience to write so much.

"Sister Quanshui kisses you,

Sister Quanshui must have just woke up when I opened this letter, how about it?Does the morning sun make you feel good, and does the blue sky make you stop and look far away?

Compared with the noise in the afternoon or evening, the vibrant morning is more energetic. "

Seeing this, she suddenly remembered the scene when he came to the recording studio to ask her for help last night, presumably the letter had just been written or mailed at that time.

So does he really want to help himself, or does he just hope that he can receive and open this letter in the early morning according to the routine of ordinary people?

Knowing that you won't be recording after drinking, so you specially ordered a light sweet wine?

Holding the slender silver spoon with her fingers, she slowly stirred the coffee in front of her, while she was in a daze.

The "ding ding" sound of the silver spoon colliding with the white porcelain cup brought her back to her senses.He continued to read the letter in his hand.

"In addition, I have also received some of the paintings sent by Sister Quanshui, as expected, she is an artist-like sister.

Compared with my previous graffiti, I don’t know how much better it is. Even the paintings of bald heads look surprisingly kawaii.

But does it seem too narcissistic to say this, after all Miss Quanshui painted my image (laughs). "

Thinking of him who drew Ikkyu like a prank, Sakai Izumi smiled again in his eyes.

"There is also a gift from Sister Quanshui. To be honest, I was shocked when I first saw it. It turns out that there are crafts such as wood assembly and yoseki zaiku that can be called works of art.

But it is really beautiful. Thinking that these are all handmade from pure natural wood blocks, I am full of admiration for craftsmen like Yosegi Zaiko.

In short, I just like the gift from Miss Quanshui very much, especially the round cup, I really like it very much. "

It seems that he has also discovered the small details made by Yosegi Zaiku, but I don't know if he has discovered the writing hidden at the bottom of the cup, or because of the existence of the writing that he fell in love with the cup.

"In addition to thanking Sister Quanshui this time, there is one more thing I want to share with Sister Quanshui.

Recently, when I go to bed at night, I often have dreams, and various stories happen in the dreams.When I woke up the next day, I could still think of everything that happened in my dream.

Gradually a story slowly formed in my mind, and sometimes I always wondered if I could write it out, and as time passed, this idea became stronger.

It's just that I have never tried to write a story with a pen. If I still use singing, maybe I will be better at it.

It's just that the story is too long for a song to carry its content.

Finally, recently I started to make up my mind to write this story. Although I have never done this kind of thing, I will slowly write a more detailed story just like writing lyrics.

Although the two cannot be compared, I can only comfort myself in this way as I am inexperienced.

Presumably my managers Watanabe-san and Takumi-kun know what I think, and they will say that I am messing around again.

I don't know if Sister Quanshui was taken aback by my naive thoughts when she saw this.

But just take it as my willfulness. After all, before many things are really done, maybe it’s just a lack of courage to try.

And this story is just a pure love story, a story that happened in the school days, from the second year of junior high school to high school, and then to the future.

The two protagonists of the story are Aki and Sakutaro, and I only wrote the opening part.And the first person who thought of sharing was naturally Sister Quanshui.

So I also ask Miss Quan Shui to tell me her impressions after reading it.It would be great if there are some more suggestions. "

Izumi Sakai put down the letter in his hand, and the rest on the table should be the story he wrote in the letter.

I can't tell that Mr. Qiu Shan, who is usually calm and not pushy, still has such thoughts. Was he shocked when he first saw that he wanted to write a story?

Putting her mind down, she picked up a thick stack of manuscript paper on the table and began to read the stories he wrote.

Huh?The opening chapter is narrated from the perspective of No.1, which is a bit special.

Thinking of these, she has gradually calmed down and began to immerse herself in the world in the book.Reading has always been one of her hobbies, not to mention that this story is written by someone close to her, which makes her read it more carefully.

Unknowingly, time passed, until she wanted to turn a page again, only to find that her hands were empty, and the story came to an abrupt end.

The story has just been written to the part where Sakutaro wrote a postcard to the radio station to arrange that his classmate has leukemia, and there is no follow-up.

However, the answer is revealed directly at the beginning of the story, and the heroine of the story is no longer alive.

This must be a sad story, even so I still want to continue to explore how the hero and heroine met and how they knew each other.

Thinking of this, she picked up a blank pen and paper, and began to write in a rustle. The cup of coffee she poured at the beginning had already cooled down, but there was still no trace of it being touched.

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