The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Qianliu said: "I can't teach, the only way I can tell you is...don't focus on the piano."

Dongma doesn't understand why, she still can't understand this sentence.

"Forget it, slowly you will understand, in the days to come."

Qianliu added, looking out the window.

I don't know when a light rain fell on the street. This area is a bustling commercial street. Street trees and wires swayed gently in the cool wind. The dark night sky was more gloomy than before.

A continuous ash cloud covered the Tokyo sky tightly, pedestrians gradually dwindled, and under the light, the tiny raindrops looked like silver threads.

"Have you finished eating?"

Qianliu shook the third jug of sake, and looked at Dongma Hesa, whose face was flushed red, and his eyes were hazy.

The drunk girl lost a touch of her usual coldness and arrogance, and was more soft and lovely.

"So hot."

Dong Ma was lying on the table and murmured, his brain was too dull to analyze the meaning of the sentence just now.

Qianliu turned off the grill and called the waiter to settle the bill. Then, carrying Dongma's guitar, he half supported her out of the store.

The icy cold rain hit his face, making the hot-breathing Dong 21 horse a little awake. He wanted to struggle, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to use the strength of his arms to help him walk.

"Don't drink if you can't drink."

"Lol...long-winded."

The bumpy, alcohol-paralyzed Dongma gave birth to a sense of self-defeating pleasure and numb joy, just like staying alone in a music classroom after school, full of worry-free ease.

Under the influence of alcohol, Touma thought with a slightly blurred head, so-called interpersonal relationships unfolded like this.

I didn't know each other because I stayed in the same school or company, nor did I get to know someone through the help of others. The independent adults in this world all act on their own like this, and naturally know someone. Then it naturally expanded its own world.

Dong Ma felt that he had come into contact with the truth of the universe that he had never known before, and finally grew up a little.

As the two walked side by side for a while, the skin, hot with alcohol, came into contact with the rain: the moist air felt comfortable.

The back of Dongma's hand touched Qianliu's wrist several times, and in her impression, she had never walked side by side with someone on the street at night, not to mention that the other person was of the opposite sex, but she was not disgusted in such a situation.

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Chapter [-] It's You Again

Maybe my mother knew a stranger like this, and then got drunk and became a lover, Dongma thought blankly, just like her current situation, but this person was known by her mother.

At the same time, she also realized that drinking can really forget her troubles, and now the only feeling is heat, like fire is burning in her body, and other things have long been thrown aside.

The two of them moved slowly from the street, and when they turned to the commercial street, they saw a land bridge spanning the tram tracks. They stood in the middle of the bridge, and in the distance to the left was the lights that had just passed the high-rise buildings in Shinjuku, making the surrounding darkness even more profound and huge. On one side, the roof of the residential area was secretly soaked by the rain and gave off a faint light.

"Do you want to do it with me"

Suddenly, the lines that popped out of Dongma's mouth made Qianliu's brain stop for a second.

Wait a minute, he heard something "Since mom has a lover outside, I can try it once."

Dongma said to himself.

Did you misunderstand something? Qianliu rubbed his brows, your mother didn't go out and fuck, and what does this have to do with you giving up on yourself? "Shut up, I'll take you home now."

Preventing her from saying more outrageous words, Qianliu quickened his pace, it was not easy to take a taxi around here, passing through the dim area lined with Himalayan cedars and Lebanese cedars, the air immediately became clear.

changed.

The temperature seems to have dropped by about one degree: the surrounding is full of water vapor and the smell of greenery, and an invisible cracked building is drawn in the air. If you walk in the park without an umbrella, you will find that the whole space is inexplicably wide.

At this moment, a white light flashed in the air, making a loud noise, and the atmosphere was like the vibrating plate of the loudspeaker, shaking slightly.

The thunder struck so close, Qianliu couldn't help looking up at the sky. The cumulonimbus clouds that looked like gray clay swelled up into the sky at some point. From time to time, there were flashes of light like blood vessels in the clouds, and the rumbling bass drum sounded in the dark. Slowly reverberating above the clouds.

The cold wind rippled vaguely in the small puddle, and a few bean-sized raindrops fell, and the rain was heavy. When Qianliu just thought about it, the surrounding area had already become white because of the downpour.

It shouldn't be the rainy season yet. The rainy season in the Kanto region is from June to July, and now it's only the beginning of May. It's really unfortunate.

Qianliu didn't even want to pull the winter horses to run, they seemed to be running wildly in the white turbid water, completely unable to see the road in front of them.

The strong wind mixed with rain and leaves slapped the two bodies from the side. Under the smell of clean and fresh rain, the air around the world seemed to be refreshed.

The conversation and emotions just now were unknowingly taken away by the rain, and everything that happened at home, the loneliness of being alone, all disappeared without a trace.

Dongma raised his head to bear the scouring of the heavy rain, and passively followed Qianliu and ran forward. Through the rain screen, he finally saw a platform that blocked the rain in front of him, so he dragged the girl towards him.

"Just wait here."

With the rain on his face, Qianliu opened his backpack and took a look, the book inside was not very wet.

After being washed by the heavy rain, Dongma sobered up a lot and said, "I don't want to take me to the hotel if you like."

She repeated it again, with a serious look, not at all angry.

"You are sure that we are in the same school, and there will be a time when I will pester you, so what do you do?"

Qianliu wanted to fundamentally refuse.

Who would have thought that Dongma gave the answer without hesitation: "Okay."

Qianliu frowned, and it sounded like a prank to him.