Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

"...I also want to watch you grow up."

Pushing the suitcase and turning her face in another direction, the girl secretly covered her tears.

"I've actually been working hard, trying to get better, trying to make myself a person who will never fall down or be abandoned - but in this world, I can't handle many things, I'm clumsy, And I don’t have many friends. I always hesitate to move forward, and I always almost miss you..."

"Even so...even so!"

For the third time, Mochizuki showed his fragile background. Xu Yuzhu’s voice trembled and he kept wiping his tears with his sleeves, but the tears never stopped:

"As promised... we will be friends for life!"

".......of course."

He gently stroked the girl's head.

Mochizuki's tone, which had almost no change in tone, took on a new twist:

"Let's work hard together from now on."

What a simple sentence, nothing special at all.

But, it is in this sentence.

The girl's body began to tremble unconsciously.

She hugged the boy in front of her tightly, almost thinking that the boy would never appear again. The girl in front of her showed a calm smile, and the tears she shed completely melted into the summer in the next moment.

..........

ps: You can go to NetEase Cloud to search for "Lady" by Offical Mustache Man Dism. It is one of my favorite jpop singles this year, and it is also the music that I think best suits Xu Yuhuai's mood.

Suddenly I discovered that all the main characters in this book are actually lonely but kind-hearted children... Perhaps it is because of this that I am willing to write such a utopian fairy tale, and I can't bear to hurt them. .

It is such an honor to be able to write about their growth.

119. Sloth Fish’s first concert of [-]

The dark night seemed to be heavily smeared on the sky with boundless thick ink, obscuring the mute shimmer of the stars.

The nights in Toyama Prefecture are quite peaceful. There are no neon lights that burn the entire city like daylight, no traffic that connects the city into a complex maze, and no sensual dogs and horses that enchant the world - there are just bright and warm lights. The lights, the faint smoke of fireworks, and a certain girl in a wheelchair who chatted with me all day long.

It has been a few days since I returned home to school and returned to high school life. I feel that life in dk is fleeting. The boy is watching TV and is a little dazed.

"Dinner is ready, young master."

After greeting a certain elementary school boy who had been watching the Red and White Song Festival on the sofa, Kurihara himself cleared the dining table and placed fried noodles and freshly cut salmon fillets on the table.

"coming--"

The young man who has been wandering in Tokyo for more than half a year is always homesick. When he smells the familiar fragrance and hears the familiar cold words, Mochizuki transforms into a rice bug on the spot, catapults away, and teleports to the dining table.

"...Help get the dishes and chopsticks."

"Roger that!"

Knowing that the girl was too lazy to continue rocking the wheelchair, the boy understood and directly took the porcelain bowl and chopsticks for two people and placed them smoothly in front of Kurihara Saki and himself.

Mochizuki, who had not been back to Toyama Prefecture for almost half a year, opened the table and chairs at the dining table and sat down with the girl in the wheelchair.

"I'm starting."

"I'm gonna start now."

After clasping their hands and praying silently, the young girl moved her chopsticks softly and carried out a terrifying strategic sweep of the fish and garlic fried noodles on the plate.

"I'm eating fried noodles today."

"Yes, because I'm too lazy to cook other troublesome dishes - as you know, we are already in our senior year of high school, and we still have to worry about college."

"Too......."

After all, it had been half a year since he went to Tsuburaya to film Ultraman Tiga. Mochizuki didn't really have any special feelings about Kurihara Saki and his promotion to the senior year of high school——

In all conscience, I still feel that I am still in the second year of high school, playing games with this girl in a wheelchair!Why is it that the graduation season has arrived in the blink of an eye and I still have to worry about the upcoming further studies?

A thought here.

Facing the jk who is about to expire in front of him, the young man's voice couldn't help but sigh:

"...The days go by so fast. I feel like the last time I ate here was when I was a sophomore in high school."

"But the last time you ate here was indeed your sophomore year in high school."

The girl with long silver hair curled her lips and said in a strained voice:

"Have you forgotten? The last time you came here to eat was because of Ultraman Tiga's arrangement."

"Oh...it seems so."

Mochizuki nodded, somewhat half-aware.

After noticing the young man's expression, Kurihara Saki also hummed:

"Don't remember? It's true. You noble are so forgetful and busy being a great actor. Why do you still think of me, a woman who arranges music with you like a black slave?"

"...Are you kidding? I am a good young man in the new era, the hero of children, the real Ultraman Tiga. How could I become such a heartless person as you say?"

"There is no best."

Kurihara Saki picked up a salmon fillet, dipped it in wasabi soy sauce and put it in the boy's bowl:

"Anyway, it's true that we haven't seen each other for a while - I've prepared your favorite toilet cleaner, Pepsi, for you. It's a small reunion gift."

".......Thanks."

Although Mochizuki was really upset that his favorite drink was called toilet cleaner by Kurihara Saki - but seeing that he had not seen Kurihara Saki again for a long time, even though he looked at that face The girl with silver hair and red eyes was expressionless, but her eyes were always on him. In the end, the boy just sighed, then opened the can and took a big mouthful to show off.

Feeling the strange aftertaste of the sweet enjoyment in his mouth, the boy reluctantly ignored the fact that Kurihara Saki called Pepsi the toilet cleaner, and asked:

"By the way, how have you been lately?"

"It's okay. It's not that bad, and it's not that good either. It's just that sometimes I always realize that time flies by so fast, and I'm already in my senior year of high school in the blink of an eye."

"...Yeah, I've been eating at your house for two years."

After hearing Kurihara Saki lamenting how time flies, and then realizing half-consciously that he and the girl have known each other for several years, Mochizuki couldn't help but complain:

"Counting on my fingers, I have been raised by a young mother who is a few days younger than me for more than 730 days. In the past, I was still an excellent student of morality, intelligence, physical education, art, and labor. Who would have thought that two years later I would It turned out to be one of the best rice bugs. This ending is really disappointing."

"Steammo, don't you hold a weapon?"

"Ahem... I'm convinced, I'm so convinced."

After all, Mochizuki, who was still afraid that he would be kicked out of his house if he said something wrong, changed his expression and quickly patched up:

"After all, if it weren't for you, I would still be studying half-finished products and having meetings in the rental house next door."

"Pfft..."

Amused by Mochizuki's words, Kurihara Saki also put fried noodles into the boy's bowl:

"Okay, just eat more here - you seem to be a little thinner than before when you came back from Tokyo. You really have some skinny monkey attributes."

"...Do you really want to see Ali and I turn into Da Feizhu?"

"Tsk, I told you to eat more, I didn't ask you to transform into an infantry fighting tank."

Turning his chopsticks and tapping Mochizuki Ri's head, Kurihara Saki's red eyes flickered slightly:

"You are 17 years old, and you have only a few days to go before you become an adult. Don't keep arguing like a child all day long. You will be laughed at if you go out."

"..........Okay, just say so."

Having long been accustomed to the little guy Saki Kurihara chewing her tongue, Mochizuki himself didn't care much and just sucked in the storm of fried noodles.

The atmosphere of the dinner was quite harmonious, and the two withdrawn children who had not seen each other for a long time chatted constantly. From animation, music to university, the range of topics was quite confusing——

Of course, she is also a senior in high school after all... She is about to reach the end of her high school career. Standing on a new level and looking forward to the future, the silver-haired girl also asked the boy in front of her pretending to be nonchalant at this moment:

"Speaking of which, you just skipped some of the courses in the third semester of your sophomore year and your senior year because of filming reasons - the problem of missing classes is quite serious, can you keep up?"

"Okay."

After all, the physical abilities and brain structure are different from ordinary people. Mochizuki said in a very serious voice while picking up the fried rice in the bowl and tasting the Pepsi-Cola that Saki Kurihara called the toilet cleaner.

"Although it is inevitable that the ranking will move back a bit, overall the decline is not big. Judging from this situation, it shouldn't be a big problem to go to my dream school."

"...The school you want to go to, if I remember correctly, is Waseda, right?"

Although she had already firmly remembered the university Mochizuki wanted to attend, the girl still pretended not to remember clearly and spoke like this:

"Why don't you consider Tokyo University? As long as you are Japanese, you will have feelings for Tokyo University, right?"

"Don't take the exam at Dongda University, so forget it."

When he heard that the protagonist of Seinichi's novel was assigned to a university, Mochizuki's heart trembled, and he shook his head like a green onion:

"We don't know how many people from Momoyama Garden will be admitted to prestigious schools... Tokyo University? Let's leave it to some real curly dogs and academic gods. I think Waseda is good enough. , it is not easy to pass the exam. After all, I have been off work for half a year to film, so I still have to work hard to have a chance in the future."

"...You are quite outrageous. You have been away from school for half a year and still have the ability to try out Waseda. You are considered a top-level fighter in our school."

"I'd be embarrassed if you praised me so much."

While pretending to be embarrassed and scratching his head, Mochizuki smiled broadly, wanting the young mother sitting next to him to praise him - but seeing Kurihara Saki's beady eyes narrowing, the boy had no choice but to He cleared his throat awkwardly and said:

"Speaking of which, I am indeed in my third year of high school now... I want to take the Waseda exam, but what do you say? Which school do you want to go to?"

"...My grades are not as good as yours, maybe it's more difficult to get to Waseda."

I had long known that Mochizuki Rhi wanted to go to Waseda after graduation. Kurihara Saki, who had been studying hard in the past six months and whose grades had improved rapidly from the middle to the middle, pondered for a while before continuing:

"If that's not possible, going to Meiji University is also a good choice - after all, the two universities are not very far away. When the time comes, our Slothfish account will be able to move around easily."

"Indeed it is........"

Gently holding her chin, as if thinking of something, Mochizuki frowned:

"By the way, don't your parents care where you go? I thought that although they doted on you, depending on your personal situation, they might still want you to stay in Toyama County."

"...That's not true. It's definitely best to be admitted to a university in Tokyo. After all, the best resources are always there."

Kurihara Saki finished speaking, and then whispered:

"Anyway, my parents don't have anything special to say - you don't have to worry that it will be difficult for me to take care of myself when I go to Tokyo. There are still many relatives who have roots in that city that never sleeps. Although it may not be convenient for me to move around. But it’s not to the point where it’s embarrassing.”

"That's right~"

Snapping his fingers gently, the young man's expression was quite clear:

"Then, let's work together for next year's college entrance examination? It's best if we can continue to be classmates. Even if it doesn't work, we should try to get as close as possible. After all, our journey to the throne is not over yet."

"...No matter what, I will still be your landlord and neighbor."

Pouting his lips slightly, Kurihara Saki's tone revealed a teasing tone:

"My relatives also have several houses near Waseda. If you come here, I will sell you a favor and the rent will be cheaper for you."

"...Co-author: Are you, the Kurihara clan, really a landowning family? Why do you have so many assets in Tokyo?"

"This involves a blind spot in my knowledge. After all, assets and other things are run by the elders in the family. I am only responsible for enjoying them."

"Ha people."

Hearing this white-haired little rich woman in a wheelchair casually reveal the terrifying strength of her family, and show off the large bunch of keys on the waists of her relatives like an arms race, Mochizuki was speechless except for trembling.

Of course, although he was somewhat offended by Kurihara's mother's sudden display of armaments, seeing that Kurihara Saki had no resistance to going to school in Tokyo, and even had some feelings of expectation, the boy was actually quite happy in his heart. Gratified.

It's great. Ever since last year, Saki Kurihara and I sat on the artificial beach on Christmas Eve and talked about wanting to climb the Tokyo Dome together in the future, the silver-haired girl's fear of the big city and the unknown confusion have mostly dissipated. ......Although it seems that it cannot be said that he has completely transformed and turned into that strong and indestructible adult, looking at Kurihara Saki's serious eyes, all Mochizuki's thoughts were suspended at this moment.

"...Okay, since you have a house in Tokyo, please reserve a place for me first. If I get admitted to a university in Tokyo, you will definitely say "Welcome" to me."

"I'm not a waiter, so I don't think I'd welcome some weirdo with a twisted mind."

The gag continues, and the laughter of boys and girls also rises at this moment.

Tonight was a rare occasion on Mochizuki Road where I went to Kurihara’s house for a dinner without the task of arranging music.

However, even after seeing this, Kurihara Saki didn't say much.

.....Perhaps, just eating and chatting without any purpose is also a great thing.

After dinner, after clearing away and washing the dishes, Mochizuki and Saki Kurihara sat on the clean dining table, with test papers and exercises spread out on the table.

After all, it’s already the senior year of high school, and Japan’s college entrance examination is only about half a year away... On this important day, two fun-loving children can’t sit in the living room and watch Super Smash Bros. like before. .

"...After all, there is only one college entrance examination, but there are countless games. It is not too late to play games together after college."