The daily life of Buddhist texts

"I'm sorry, I just killed you about 43 times in my heart," Yuzuru Nishinomiya said flatly while holding the camera, "42 times I used very cruel methods."

Very precise numbers, it seems that they have really thought about it.

"No, the boat hasn't come... oh, it's here."

The sound of churning water.

The two looked in the direction of the sound source at the same time.

A 68-foot white yacht slowly sailed in the direction of the two, and at the same time signaled that it was about to dock.

Section 93 Chapter 92 Will this not be pursued by the legal department of the copyright owner?

The sparkling river surface reflects the gorgeous fireworks rising into the sky.

This white yacht is very quiet, like a ninja in the night, calm and composed.

The crowd on the shore was bustling, huddled together in clusters, watching the fireworks on the other side. Occasionally, some people noticed the white yacht floating in the middle of the river, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, there are often cruise ships releasing fireworks passing by.

"Rich people, really powerful."

Yuzuru Nishinomiya hugged the camera and watched the fireworks against the glass.

The yacht has two floors. There is a spacious room on the first floor. The interior decoration is exquisite and beautiful. There are several cans of ice coke on the marble table, and there is a sink next to it. The dark blue glass is firm and firm, and the shore can be clearly seen. side crowd.

The second floor is the operation room for driving the yacht, and the chef is on it.

Yuan Oreki sat on the leather sofa, drinking iced cola, in a daze.

The fireworks on the other side lifted into the sky, blasting out a colorful mouse pattern.

"Will this not be pursued by the legal department of the copyright owner?" Yuzuru Nishinomiya was a little puzzled.

"I don't know," Yuan Oreki shook his head, and continued: "Speaking of which, why are you looking through the colored glass? Can you really see clearly this way?"

The glass of the yacht is blue and only absorbs blue light.

"Watching fireworks with rich people for the first time made me feel a little restrained," Yuzuru Nishinomiya said solemnly, "I'm more introverted and not very good at making requests."

Introverted.

"What do you want?" Oreki Gen asked.

"I want to go to the platform to see."

Gen Oreki took a can of ice-cola, opened the glass door of the room, and Yuzuru Nishinomiya also moved his limbs, bouncing and following behind him with the camera in his arms.

Walking out of the room, the fresh and moist river breeze greets you.

In the distance, blue fireworks scattered in the air.

This is the first time that Oreki participated in a fireworks festival.

In the past, even if Ryoko Oreki strongly requested, he never went.

Because I feel bored.

It's just that the gunpowder rises into the sky, and a series of chemical reactions occur to produce an explosion. The energy is presented in the form of light, and colorful patterns bloom in the dark night sky.

Does it make sense?

Yuzuru Nishinomiya pointed the camera at the fireworks.

"It still makes sense," she said, "and it's so nihilistic of you to think so."

"Mr. Nishinomiya, please skip the lecture." Gen Oreki took a sip of Coca-Cola, the old god was there, "I don't want to hear it."

"Follow the orders of rich Miss Oreki."

"By the way, please hang the camera strap around your neck. If it falls into the river, no one will help you find it." Yuan Oreki reminded.

Yuzuru Nishinomiya obediently put on the camera strap.

The river wind blows.

Fireworks take off.

The audience applauded.

Zhemuyuan drank the Coke, flattened the can, and leaned against the railing.

"Fireworks festival." Gen Oreki seemed to be talking to himself.

"Yes, there are apple candy and a lot of small stalls on the shore, and there are a lot of delicious food," Yuzuru Nishinomiya put down his camera and said while watching the fireworks, "If you don't like crowded places, you can go there after they leave Eat, but the variety of small stalls will be much less, after all, everyone has gone home.”

Oreki Gen paused, and said, "It's too gentle, Mr. Nishinomiya."

Yuzuru Nishinomiya was taken aback for a moment, and then said in a flat tone: "The yin and yang are weird."

"It's a compliment."

"Go to hell."

Yuzuru Nishinomiya picked up the camera again with a blank expression, and snapped a few more shots.

And there are no fireworks in the sky, she is simply photographing the night sky.

It was all black.

silent.

After a while, there was the sound of a yacht attacking not far away, and at a glance, it was a large yacht covered with graffiti, leaning towards the shore and turning on its dazzling lights.

It instantly attracted the attention of passengers watching fireworks on the shore.

It has a large platform with a complete set of musical instruments and special speakers. Standing beside it are four burly men, three wearing headscarves and one wearing sunglasses.

Both were wearing black vests and white overalls.

They are the band invited for this Chiba City Fireworks Festival, responsible for bringing performances to the audience.

Because it is a small well-known band, people soon recognized them.

"It's Xiunanfeng Band!"

"Wow, wow, it's worth it this time!"

"The event planner this time, you did a great job! You did a great job!"

The audience leaned towards the shore one after another, took out their mobile phones, and waited excitedly for the performance.

People crowded people.

They all want to occupy the best viewing position.

The uncle wearing sunglasses took the microphone, turned it on, tried the sound, and then said:

"Cough cough, everyone pay attention to order, don't get together, please leave a distance, everyone can see."

can see?

how is this possible.

The boat is so big that you have to huddle in order to see it clearly.

The crowd is still crowded.

Uncle Sunglasses saw that the crowd did not obey the command, so he picked up the walkie-talkie and said something.

Then, the whistle of the cruise ship rang through the sky.

People followed the sound, dumbfounded.

A larger cruise ship is coming, and a huge screen is placed on the platform.

The screen lit up, showing the lead singer of the Xiunanfeng band in sunglasses.

The crowd dispersed slowly, at the same time admiring that Chiba City's fireworks display really cost a fortune.

"So……"

The lead singer of the sunglasses noticed that the crowd dispersed, pondered for a moment, and took a deep breath after the other three members arrived at their respective posts.

The audience held their breath.

"Just Live More—"

"Wooooow!"

Uncle Sunglasses' volume suddenly increased, and accompanied by the musical accompaniment, the entire sky was instantly ignited, and the audience on the bank also screamed, matching the band's performance.

At the same time, countless bright golden fireworks exploded in the sky, creating an atmospheric effect on the scene.

The fireworks display suddenly turned into a concert.

Pretty outrageous.

But everyone looks very happy.

Behind the large cruise ship was the small yacht that Gen Oreki was on.

Nobody cares.

"I can't see it here." Said Nishinomiya Yuzuru, looking at the hull of the big cruise ship.

"Do you want to go around?"

"Then I don't want it, it's too showy." Yuzuru Nishinomiya glanced at Gen Oreki.

Then she continued to pick up the camera and photographed the golden fireworks on the other side.

Oreki Gen thought for a while, then got up silently and walked to the cab on the second floor.

The chef was checking the hull parameters here, and bowed slightly after discovering the arrival of Oreki Gen.

"Chef, do you have a computer?" Yuan Oreki asked.

"Huh?" The chef was a little puzzled, but still nodded, "I brought a laptop for work, please wait a moment, I will take it out now."

He moved quickly, and immediately took a laptop from the black suitcase beside him, and handed it to Zhemu Yuan.

"There aren't any private files inside." Oreki Gen turned on the computer and asked.