I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 120 Special Remembrance
Although the stream at night can't be seen how clear it is.

But the light reflected inside was exceptionally clear.

When Ah Xun was dancing under the eaves, the background was the mountains.

There is a stream not far from the hotel, and a wooden trestle bridge spans the stream.

If it wasn't raining, maybe Ah Xun would have been dancing to the wooden trestle bridge.

At that time, those who are addicted to dancing will go to the wooden trestle together.

Maybe the musicians will be there too.

I don’t know if this can be called 360-degree surround background music and the moving stage.

On rainy days, there will be that kind of very thin fog.

In the rising mist, Ah Xun's figure looked more like a fairy.

Her unique agility made her so different in this mortal world.

No wonder the old woman always has an extremely envious look when she talks about Ah Xun.

Ju suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

Ah Xun's dance, in his opinion, is a bit like praying for blessings.

Just like how he felt before.

But this prayer is more or less tinged with mourning.

Did someone leave?
This person is her close relative?

Maybe she used the rain falling from the sky to cover up her tears.

The end of a song.

When Ah Xun returned to the room, he saw Ju sitting in the back.

After Wei Wei showed a look of shock, she immediately reacted and smiled at him.

……

the next morning.

The foal got up early in the morning.

The mountain air is extraordinarily fresh at this time.

After staying on the wooden trestle bridge for a while, the sound of clogs buckling on the wooden bridge came from behind.

"Sir, you got up really early."

Ah Xun changed into a white dress.

There is a sense of purity and innocence.

"The air here is very clean, even more comfortable than mine."

"Where are you from?"

"Tokyo."

"Tokyo too."

Ah Xun sighed, then leaned lightly on the railing of the bridge, gently supported his chin with his hand and looked into the distance.

"I also want to go to the metropolis."

"I think there is some special reason for staying here, right?"

After hearing Ju's words, Ah Xun turned her head in surprise: "Why did you say that?"

"Because in yesterday's dance, I saw nostalgia, a kind of thought that goes deep into the bone marrow.

So I think, maybe there is such a person who is worthy of your stay here, or it is worthy of you to have such a career all the time. "

When Ju was talking, he saw Ah Xun's eyes dimmed in an instant.

Then she said very melancholy: "For a child."

"child?"

Ah Xun hummed lightly.

Then she suddenly said: "Actually, I feel that sometimes, you can't grasp something. No matter how hard you try, you will slip through your fingers. Water is like this, and so is life."

Her outstretched fingers are beautiful.

It is cloudy at the moment.

But still unable to hide her beauty.

"Probably something that happened when I was 14."

Ah Xun looked at Ju and said.

She also didn't know why she said this in front of him.

Maybe it was encountered on the platform in the mountains before?

Or maybe he could smell the sadness in her dancing.

Anyway, anyway.

This matter has been put in Ah Xun's mind for a long time.

It rains a lot here in Izu.

Keep this matter in mind, after being wet with damp water vapor, it is full of musty smell.

But when it is sunny, I am not happy to take it out to dry.

So it was covered with mildew.

Ju hummed softly to show that he was listening.

That should be a college student?

Maybe or maybe not.

But what Ah Xun knew was just a student.

It's been a long time, and things that I remembered clearly at first are a bit vague when I talk about them now.

Can't even remember the guy's name.

Just know that he is a student from Tokyo.

And what does he look like?

Ah Xun lowered his gaze.

The stream under the bridge reflected her cheek, but it was extremely blurry.

The entire mountain is filled with a faint coolness.

This kind of coolness will make people slightly goosebumps.

Ah Xun sighed.

"I like the way he read aloud, and I think it's even better than my dancing.

I've never seen it.

Maybe it's because of what I'm missing, after all, in my opinion, he is very cultured.

Cultured people always have a very special flavor. "

Ah Xun talked a lot.

After meeting that student, they traveled to many places together.

I don't know where he got so much money.

I don't know where he got so much time.

Being a touring entertainer is a tough job.

They often move around and live in no fixed place.

But the student didn't say anything to complain about.

that's it.

He likes her.

She also fell in love with him.

This would have been a great thing.

A dancing girl and an intellectual fall in love.

This could even make for a nice story.

But everything in this world belongs to a but.

but……

The two of them could not come together after all.

Not because of some practical factors of money.

It was the student who climbed the mountain on a rainy day and fell down the stone steps.

Right on top of that platform.

"That sounds bad, doesn't it?"

Ah Xun forced a smile.

"No one would like that ending, neither me nor anyone else."

"So, why are you on that platform?"

"I've been thinking about one thing, if it's raining and I fall, will it be better.

At least for me, it doesn't seem so tiring.

But that sounds selfish.

Coincidentally, I haven't told anyone about this.

You are the first one. "

Ah Xun squatted down, holding the stream in her hands.

As she said, the stream slipped through her fingers and she couldn't catch it at all.

"So, you're staying there all the time?"

Kou remembered the blue figure he saw when he got out of the station.

She sits under the eaves.

There is only a touch of blue among the emerald green of the mountains.

"Well, it's a special memory."

Ah Xun nodded, she didn't know what she did in the eyes of others.

But what she cared about was the one she couldn't let go of.

I still remember that day, she was on the wooden trestle, leaning on the railing.

He was reading poems appropriate to the occasion.

The mountains are dotted, and the streams sing lightly.

You live in the clear stream, looking at my vast mountains, you are the smoke and clouds curling up on the wooden trestle bridge, breaking through the wind and dust, you find the reeds on the river bank, in exchange for a few years of solitude.

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(End of this chapter)