Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

It's not clear who is so bored, he called him and didn't speak, after throwing the phone aside, Xiao San narrowed his eyes again, wanting to take a good rest in his room.

Still letting the time pass slowly, until Sakuma Shoko was ready for dinner, he slowly opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the mobile phone beside him, looking a little confused.

After that time, the other party didn't call him again.

It's also unclear who called him.

After leaving the room, it was time to have dinner.

Looking at the newspaper, about shogi and Dongxiang [-], Xiaosan's expression was a little sad, and he couldn't help but think of the encounter in Hawaii last year.

Speaking of it, there has been no contact for a long time. Since the day when they parted, the two have hardly had any contact. Xiaosan felt that the other party might be working or resting, and felt that there was no need to disturb the other party, so he never took the initiative. connect.

Occasionally seeing her news in fashion magazines and newspapers, Xiaosan's heart is also a little complicated.

The other party seems to be becoming more and more famous, and has completely occupied a place in the world of shogi. The status of a model in the fashion industry has also been developing in an orderly manner, becoming more and more famous.

In comparison, he seems to be the same as ever.

'Can I become as famous as her if I'm exposed as a writer?No, probably not. '

People like beautiful girls, but few people accept men, especially such young boys, when they do something they can't do, they get more of the inexplicable jealousy and doubts.

Youth may bring him a topic for a while, but as time goes on, this kind of surprise will gradually develop into doubts. Xiaosan is very clear about what he wants, so things like being famous, He will not do it.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand casually, Xiao San stood up slowly, returned to his room from the living room, and opened the curtain.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, it was a little dizzy.

The rare cloudy day made the air much cooler than before. Xiaosan, who clearly felt the temperature change in the air, took two steps back and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I don't know what I should do next, my mind is blank, I don't really want to work, and I don't really want to rest, just sitting there silently, quietly waiting for the passage of time, is also a good way experience and feel.

"I always feel... a little tired."

Body or mind, he couldn't tell, slowly closed his eyes, slightly fell backwards on his back, lying on the bed, his face expressionless.

When spring is approaching summer, Xiaosan will see a large group of foreigners on the street that he rarely sees on weekdays. Walking in the streets of Tokyo, the streets and alleys, they can be seen everywhere.

To tell the difference, you only need to look at the cameras on their necks and the mobile phones that are raised from time to time in their hands, and you can figure it out.

Especially the familiar tone that could be heard from time to time, Xiaosan couldn't help but pause his gaze on those people, and then he could hear those people asking in surprise, "Is that Dongying person looking at us?" To the aliens.

As for the fact that the other party recognized that he was from Japan, Xiaosan pondered for a long time.

'Maybe it's because I've lived for too long and my temperament is different? '

Xiao San couldn't tell, shook his head lightly, and didn't pay attention to those people. When the vacation of the other party is over, maybe he will leave here, and everything will gradually quiet down.

After returning home, he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, changed his shoes and walked into the house, Xiaosan opened the drawer and took out a box of medicine, poured out a few pills, After sending it into his own mouth, he walked to the water dispenser, poured a glass of water, and swallowed the medicine.

"Hay fever allergies, really...unexpectedly, I also get this kind of disease sometimes."

Walking to the dining table in the living room, he took out a tissue, sprayed out the snot that was not much, wiped it, and threw it into the trash can. He sat down tiredly.

Xiangzi was not seen in the living room, but probably in her room.

"You're back."

Or a study.

Looking at Shoko Sakuma who came out of the study, because he guessed wrong where the other party was, Xiao San felt a little disappointed in his heart, and sighed softly.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling. By the way, there are quite a lot of people on the street in the past few days. Please pay attention to your own safety."

"Huh? I see."

Xiangzi looked at the expressionless Xiaosan, and nodded slightly.

In the evening, because he really didn't know what to do, Xiaosan, who couldn't sleep, walked out of his room. Looking at the dark living room, Xiangzi seemed to have returned to her room to rest.

Xiaosan's eyes moved slightly, and he walked slowly to the door, picked up his coat, took out a spare mask from the drawer, and left the living room.

'Wearing a black trench coat and a mask, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a traditional stalker. '

Putting on his clothes and mask, Xiaosan walked out of the house, but the movies he had watched involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he thought of the strange guys in them.

I couldn't help but doubt in my heart whether I would be regarded as a strange person walking on the street like this.

'Hay fever, what a nasty disease. '

Can't help but sigh from the bottom of my heart, after Xiaosan walked out of his room, he started wandering in the street, suddenly an address popped up in his mind, he just wanted to stroll in the street, suddenly he had an idea where to go.

"It's so late, shouldn't the door be closed?"

After thinking about it, he didn't know whether the other party was still open, but it was only after seven o'clock, so the door should not be closed.

So, he walked towards the subway station, planning to visit the place he would occasionally visit before.

After the off-duty rush hour, there were not too many people on the subway, and they sat scattered on the subway, either holding newspapers or mobile phones in their hands, silently doing their own things.

When he arrived at the station, he walked out of the subway on his own.

Xiaosan also arrived at the place where he used to get off frequently, and walked out of the subway together with a few people.

Along the road of memory, he was walking on the way he used to go home, and stopped at the door of a bookstore in a certain street.