The literary era since 1979

January 1, Osaka.

After a busy day, Deng Lijun dragged her tired body and leaned back in the rear driver's seat.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Deng!"

Funaki Minoru handed over a cup of coffee and said, "Hold on a little longer. Your record sales and popularity have been soaring since the Red and White Songs Festival. We can't let down our guard at this time. We must keep up the momentum and have a chance to surpass Matsuzaka Keiko."

"I think it's difficult, right? Is that song 'Sunset Song' going to be the weekly champion of the cable TV broadcast on demand again?"

Deng Lijun said faintly: "If you count, it should be 15 consecutive weeks, right?"

Funaki Minoru was silent for a moment, then immediately comforted her: "'Sunset Song' is indeed more popular than 'Repayment', but this does not mean that you, Xiao Deng, are inferior to Matsuzaka Keiko. This is all thanks to Fangyan Jun. If you can ask him to tailor a song for you..."

Deng Lijun worriedly said, "Mr. Fang and I just met once. Isn't it too hasty to ask him to write a song for me?"

"how could be!"

Funaki Minoru said: "You forgot that he and his family are your loyal fans. Why wouldn't you write a song for your idol?"

Deng Lijun shook her head, "But...but I still think it's too fast."

Funaki Minoru reminded him: "Fangyanjun won't be able to stay in Japan for long. Didn't he say that he would only live in Otaru for a while and then return to his country immediately? If you want to arrange a singing date in the future, I'm afraid you will either have to go to the mainland to find him in person, or wait for him to come to Japan next time..."

Deng Lijun was extremely conflicted. "I can't go to the mainland for the time being. It seems that I can only wait for him to return to Japan."

"But the key question is, when will he come to Japan next time? One month? Half a year? One year? Or several years?"

Seeing that she still couldn't make up her mind, Funaki Minoru spoke in a stern tone.

Deng Lijun had a fierce ideological struggle, and finally made up her mind and said, "Okay, I will go to Mr. Fang to make an appointment for a song myself."

"now it's right!"

Funaki Minoru said excitedly: "As soon as tomorrow's TV interview is over, we will leave for Otaru City immediately."

Teresa Teng was inevitably surprised. Although she had expected it, she did not expect it to happen so soon.

"There is an old Chinese saying, 'Opportunities are rare and will never come back'. Don't you understand this simple truth?"

Funaki Minoru's tone was filled with worry, "What I am most worried about now is whether Matsuzaka Keiko will also look for Fang Yanjun."

...............

At night in Otaru City, the light bulbs hanging on the tree-lined streets gradually light up, instantly turning into a dazzling display of fireworks.

Various ice sculptures, coupled with quiet and romantic lights, attract countless pedestrians and couples passing by.

Keiko Matsuzaka was wearing a mask and strolling on the hot spring street. There were 10 hot spring hotels on both sides of the road.

Following the address given on the phone, I finally found the hotel where Fangyan and Kurihara Komaki were staying.

"Qingzi!"

"Little Juan!"

Seeing Kurihara Komaki standing at the door, Matsuzaka Keiko quickened her pace and rushed over.

"Really? You're still as reckless as usual. What if you fall down?"

Kurihara Komaki rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Hey, it'll be okay."

Keiko Matsuzaka raised her spiked anti-slip shoes, but she couldn't see Fangyan in her peripheral vision and her eyes were a little dim.

"Don't let your imagination run wild!"

Kurihara Xiaojuan reached out and poked her forehead. "It's because you came too late. He waited and waited but couldn't find you. He thought you were lost and looked for you outside for a long time. The temperature was more than ten degrees below zero."

Keiko Matsuzaka cried out, feeling both guilty and uneasy: "Is he still outside? Let's go find him!"

"No need, he's already back." Kurihara Komaki said helplessly, "He's taking a hot spring bath now to warm himself up."

Keiko Matsuzaka breathed a sigh of relief and shook her best friend's arm, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Kurihara Xiaojuan said, "What else can I say? I told you long ago that Fangyan and I would pick you up at the station, but you insisted on coming by yourself."

Matsuzaka Keiko changed into slippers, carried her luggage, and said as she walked, "I just want you and Fangyan-kun to have more rest."

"I'm afraid it's not for me, but for Fangyan-kun." Kurihara Komaki looked like he saw through everything.

Matsuzaka Keiko curled her lips: "You are the one who said that Fangyanjun has been busy from morning till night for his novel these days!"

"That's why I asked him to soak in the hot springs more often to relieve his fatigue."

Kurihara Komaki led her to Fangyan's room, opened the door and said, "Okay, come in quickly."

While Keiko Matsuzaka was distracted, she was pushed hard on the back and pushed into the house.

There was a sheet spread on the tatami, the bedding was messy and not folded properly, and there was a thick stack of manuscripts on the table next to it.

At this time, Fangyan was soaking in the hot spring comfortably. The spring water precipitates accumulated at the bottom of the soup were like fish scales, with a light blue color with a slightly grayish tint.

The hot spring water flowing in from the wooden frame slowly emits white steam.

In the smoke, Keiko Matsuzaka, wrapped in a bath towel, came into Fangyan's sight.

Their eyes met, and the first words he said were particularly gentle and caring: "Be careful, the floor is slippery."

"it is good."

Keiko Matsuzaka dived into the hot spring, her heart pounding and her blood boiling.

The two looked at each other in silence, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally the thin-skinned woman gave in and curled up in the hot spring:
"Snimasai, Fangyanjun, I am too willful..."

"You asked Xiaojuan to tell me, and I have an idea of ​​what's going on, but have you really thought it through?" Fangyu's tone was serious and earnest.

Keiko Matsuzaka suddenly said loudly: "Of course I have thought about it! I just want to be with you!"

Fangyan remained calm and asked, "Have you ever thought that I might not come to Japan very often?"

"I think this is good."

Keiko Matsuzaka smiled and said, "I like you, but I don't want to interfere in our lives. I'm in Japan, you can come if you want. As long as we can feel happy when we are together, that's enough. This is called, um..."

Fangyan said: "Stay away from the trivialities of life and just enjoy the beauty of love, right?"

"Correct!"

Keiko Matsuzaka came closer to him and said, "Although the relationship between lovers is indeed unstable, it does not have the trivialities between husband and wife. We can care for each other and comfort each other. Every rare meeting will be a precious moment. How happy it is."

They stared at each other, "Pure love is not possession, marriage is, what do you think?"

Fangyan did not answer, but took action directly, holding Matsuzaka Keiko in his arms, and the bath towel floated on the water.

Keiko Matsuzaka buried her whole body in his chest, "You are too much!"

"Was it as excessive as you were that day?" Fang Yan shook his head and laughed.

"No matter how you punish me in the future, I will accept it." Matsuzaka Keiko pursed her lips, "We Showa women are the most submissive."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Are you still willing to accept it?"

"I can't help it. I'm only half Japanese."

Keiko Matsuzaka half-jokingly talked about her family situation. Her mother is Japanese and her father is Korean living in Japan.

Ever since I was old enough to understand, I rarely saw my father come home, and his attitude towards my mother was very bad. It was from the indifferent relationship between my parents that I realized that a man and a woman will not be happy if they don't stay together all day.

As he spoke, he raised his head, his eyes watery as if they were filled with tears, "So, I hope that my first and last lover will be you, is that okay?"

Fangyan still did not answer, but used practical actions to prove how deep his love was.

Among the quiet mountains and green waters, steaming hot springs flow freely, and the floating bath towels drift farther and farther under the splashing water.

When the two came out again, they were wearing masks, holding hands, and walking along the Otaru Canal a little away from the hotel.

Keiko Matsuzaka leaned against Fangyan, her face full of charming eyes and silky beauty, like a lotus emerging from water, with the corners of her mouth raised charmingly.

Men, women, young and old were seen placing candlelight buoys on the river, carrying everyone's prayers and wishes, and floating downstream.

"Do you want to release it, or should I?" Fang Yan held up the buoy that had been prepared long ago.

"Of course we're together!"

Keiko Matsuzaka pulled him and squatted down.

Fangyan tilted his head to look and saw the bright and dignified woman with her eyes closed, her hands clasped together, and making a wish devoutly in her heart.

Keiko Matsuzaka clapped her hands and opened her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did you make a wish just now?"

"Of course!"

"Liar!"

"Do not believe?"

"Arnold, Arnold..."

Keiko Matsuzaka hesitated, and suddenly a child's voice came out from the crowd: "It's snowing! It's snowing!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the men and women on both sides of the canal became excited, and children ran around in groups to tell each other.

Fang Yan put the candlelight float into the water, and then looked up at the moonlit sky: "Qingzi, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Matsuzaka Keiko was stunned for a moment, then her smile blossomed like cherry blossoms, "Hi, Fang-kun!"

Japanese people rarely express their love by saying "Auntie, wash the railway" directly. Instead, like Natsume Soseki, she would say in a more literary way, "The moonlight is so beautiful."

The dialect goes: "The moon meets the clouds, the snow meets the wind. I hope the moon tonight will never set, and this beautiful dream will never wake up."

These words and actions were seen by passers-by behind them, and even couples were seen as being full of love.

The woman was both envious and jealous. Is this the high-level romance of cultured people?
The man was both impressed and shocked. No, buddy, you really spend a lot of money to pick up girls!

As everyone stared in amazement, Keiko Matsuzaka, who was hugging Fangyan tightly, heard his singing clearly:

"The elongated figures are lined up on the asphalt road,"

Walking with you in the twilight,

I want to hold your hand forever.

Always by your side,
I even had the urge to cry.

The cold wind is rising,

The winter atmosphere is everywhere.

This city will also usher in a season that will bring it closer to you...

Dancing snowflakes,
It's raining outside the window.
There is no sign of stopping.
Whitening our streets,

I finally know who this is for.
The feeling of wanting to do something,

It turns out to be love..."

In the "Snow Flower" that only they could hear, the two of them followed the candlelight float and drifted away into the distance. (End of this chapter)