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Chapter 156 The Wind is Gentle

During the days when Natsume Soseki was an English teacher, he once assigned a special translation task to his students.

He provided an English short article and asked students to translate the sentence "I love you" that the male protagonist uttered affectionately when they were walking under the moon into Japanese. Soon, a student submitted his homework, and the translation was straightforward and passionate: "愛しています" - "I love you".

However, Natsume Soseki shook his head gently, and his eyes revealed a deep understanding of cultural differences.

He gently told the students: "When Japanese people express their emotions, they often don't say 'I love you' so directly. Although such a translation is accurate, it loses the charm and emotional depth of the original text."

The student asked curiously: "So, teacher, how should we translate it?"

Natsume Soseki was silent for a moment, as if looking for the most appropriate way to express himself.

Finally, he said slowly: "The Japanese might say: '今夜は月が綺リですね' - 'The moon is so beautiful tonight'."

This sentence, like a seed, quietly fell into the students' hearts.

From then on, "The moon is so beautiful tonight" became a symbol of Japanese ambiguity, a poetic and romantic expression.

When someone says this, you can feel the deep and gentle love, as if the whole world is filled with moonlight, and you are bathing in this beauty together.

If someone says to you, "The moon is so beautiful tonight," it means that he likes you deeply in his heart but dares not express it too directly.

And if you have the same feeling towards this person, you can respond to him implicitly: "The wind is also gentle."

This is your response, telling him "I like you the same way."

Such a conversation, like a man and a woman walking in the moonlight, is full of poetry and romance, making people involuntarily fall into the mind of love that they wish to be drunk forever.

Zhao Zixuan didn’t know Natsume Soseki, but it was not the first time he had heard “The moon is so beautiful tonight”.

Once, an older single woman who asked him for a dowry of 33.33 million yuan also mentioned this Japanese-style romantic confession of true love.

At that time, Zhao Zixuan didn't understand at all. In his straight male cancer attack, he pissed off the girl and left. He couldn't help but go back and open the search software. He searched for several minutes before he understood what "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight" meant.

At this moment, to be honest, Zhao Zixuan did not expect that He Jieyu knew so many twists and turns at such a young age.

He hesitated whether to reply "The wind is also gentle", but heard a call from not far away.

"Miss, it's getting late. Madam called and asked you to come home as soon as possible."

It’s Ah Xiao.

The sturdy figure in black clothes and black pants stood in front of them, looking very cool.

Although his aura frightened outsiders, to He Jieyu and Zhao Zixuan, it was like a solid backing, giving them an incomparable sense of security.

It's just that his words kind of spoil the mood.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

After all, it is impossible for a rich girl to stay out all night without returning home.

That is a good girl who smokes, drinks, has tattoos and perms her hair.

Not her.

He Jieyu glanced at Ah Xiao and said softly, "Wait a moment, I'll leave after I release this Kongming lantern."

After that, she looked at Zhao Zixuan again: "Brother, please light the fire."

Zhao Zixuan followed his instructions, the lighter in his hand flashed orange light, and lit the candle in the Kongming lantern. The weak flame gradually became brighter, and with the rising heat, the Kongming lantern slowly rose.

"Brother, I'll count to three and we'll let go together."

He Jieyu's voice was clear and firm, "One, two, three!"

Before he finished speaking, their hands loosened at the same time, and the red Kongming lantern seemed to be given life, flashing a dazzling light. With the night breeze, it floated lightly into the sky and gradually blended into the hazy night.

The evening breeze blew gently, and He Jieyu's long hair fluttered like catkins. She looked into the distance, her red lips slightly parted, and her voice was soft.

"Brother, how far do you think it can fly?"

Zhao Zixuan turned his head and his eyes were attracted by the flawless profile.

Thick seaweed-like hair, long curly eyelashes, delicate and straight nose, tall and beautiful S-shaped curves, and jade-white skin...

But what moved him most was that pair of clear and moving eyes.

He took a deep breath, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "It should fly for a very long time. The wind tonight is very gentle..."

He Jieyu was slightly stunned, then turned to meet those deep eyes with distinct black and white.

"Brother, you... do you understand?"

Zhao Zixuan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident smile: "I, your brother, know everything about astronomy and geography. There is nothing in this world that I don't understand. You, if you want to show off in front of me next time, you have to think carefully."

He Jieyu's cheeks flushed slightly, but looking at his narcissistic look, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The atmosphere was subtle and warm, but the beauty of their world of two was broken by an untimely call.

"Miss, the madam called again!"

Ah Xiao ran over in a hurry, looking determined to take He Jieyu away.

He Jieyu showed some helplessness. She looked at Zhao Zixuan apologetically and said, "Brother, I should go back. If I am any later, my mother may not let me out anymore..."

Zhao Zixuan smiled and nodded, and said sympathetically: "Okay, send me a message when you get home, good night." "Brother, good night."

The Wanyan girl smiled sweetly and turned away reluctantly.

Until her graceful figure completely disappeared into the night, her silver bell-like laughter seemed to still echo in the air. On the way back, it seemed that even the wind was sweet.

…………

The night is as dark as ink and the neon lights are dazzling.

A white car was parked quietly on the side of the road. The driver frowned as he looked at the drunk beauty who was vomiting in the car. There seemed to be a "MMP" hidden in his mouth, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Outside the car, Xia Junjie and Yuan Shiwei were arguing heatedly over how to get the drunk Song Qiuya home.

At this time, Song Qiuya was already drunk and unconscious, with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Wei Xiaoyao took care of her with concern. Although she was not strong enough to carry Song Qiuya on her back, she still tried her best.

The two boys in front of her were arguing more and more fiercely, and were about to fight, which gave Wei Xiaoyao a headache.

Suddenly, Xia Junjie pushed Yuan Shiwei hard, and Yuan Shiwei, not to be outdone, slapped him back.

The two of them instantly got into a fierce tug of war, as if they were going to kill each other.

"Stop it, stop it, don't hit me anymore!"

Wei Xiaoyao shouted anxiously, but her voice seemed to be drowned out by the chaos.

The two men completely ignored her dissuasion and fought more and more fiercely. The scene was very chaotic for a time, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

The driver looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and couldn't help but complain to Wei Xiaoyao who was sitting in the back seat:
"Hey, what's going on with you guys? How can I do business if you're fighting like this? Get off the bus quickly and pay the fare and cleaning fee. I have to catch the next trip and don't have time to waste with you guys."

Wei Xiaoyao looked up at Song Qiuya, who was drunk and unconscious in her arms, and smiled helplessly: "Uncle, look at her like this, how can she leave? Can you wait a little longer? I'll call someone to help..."

The driver looked at her like a little girl, and although he was a little dissatisfied, he didn't say much. He just said, "Okay, I'll wait for you for five more minutes at most. If no one comes, I'll leave."

Wei Xiaoyao quickly nodded in thanks, but couldn't help but look at the two people who were still fighting outside the car, feeling helpless.

It is really incomprehensible that they are still in the mood to fight when Song Qiuya is so drunk.

Can’t you be more mature like Zhao Zixuan?

We are all adults after all!
Wei Xiaoyao was isolated and helpless and was ready to call for help.

At this moment, Song Qiuya suddenly woke up. She pushed open the car door in a daze and walked down staggeringly.

When the driver saw this, he hurriedly stopped Wei Xiaoyao who was about to get off the car and said, "Little girl, pay the fare and cleaning fee first!"

Wei Xiaoyao was worried about Song Qiuya, so she quickly took out a hundred yuan from her bag and handed it to the driver.

The driver was not satisfied: "One hundred dollars is not enough. It costs a lot to wash my car!"

Wei Xiaoyao was extremely anxious and could only take out another hundred-dollar bill.

When she got off the bus, she found that Song Qiuya was surrounded by several boys with bad intentions, who tried to take advantage of her.

Wei Xiaoyao was so angry that she rushed over and was about to scold them away.

At this time, a tall figure suddenly appeared and said coldly: "I have called the police. Anyone who wants to go to jail for 15 days can try."

The group of boys immediately scattered and fled.

After Wei Xiaoyao saw who was coming, she was overjoyed: "Zhao Zixuan, you are finally here? Why didn't you answer my call?"

Zhao Zixuan hugged the drunk and smelly Song Qiuya, pinching his nose and saying, "Why did she drink so much? As her best friend, you didn't even bother to persuade her, and you just watched her drink?"

Wei Xiaoyao was speechless for a moment.

She also tried to persuade him, but it was no use!

Everyone knows Song Qiuya's temper. Who can persuade her?
"Zhao Zixuan, you big idiot!"

Song Qiuya suddenly hugged Zhao Zixuan and kept patting his chest, but her pats were as weak as tickling.

Zhao Zixuan frowned and shouted to Wei Xiaoyao in dissatisfaction: "Why are you still standing there? Come over and help her up!"

He quickly took out his cell phone and prepared to call Song Qiuya's mother, and at the same time instructed: "I will call her family to pick her up first, you take care of her first."

Before the call was connected, Zhao Zixuan discovered that Yuan Shiwei and Xia Junjie were still entangled.

He rushed forward without hesitation and kicked Xia Junjie's small butt, easily separating the two.

Xia Junjie, who was kicked to the ground, got up in a panic, his face livid and he roared, "Zhao Zixuan, you dare to hit me?"

Zhao Zixuan stared at him coldly, his tone icy: "What's wrong with hitting you? Dare you bark like a dog again?"

When Yuan Shiwei saw that he had help, he immediately became arrogant: "Damn it Xia Junjie, how dare you use such a despicable method as a monkey stealing peaches on me? If you have the guts, fight me squarely!"

Zhao Zixuan almost laughed out loud. He noticed that Yuan Shiwei's trouser zipper was open, so he nudged him lightly with his elbow.

"Your door is open."

Yuan Shiwei was startled, and then he realized why he had been feeling a little cold just now. He quickly shrank his body and zipped up his clothes tightly.

(End of this chapter)