The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

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When I opened my eyes, it was no longer raining outside.

Should it be said that a miracle happened, or that the method of covering the ears really worked, the weather really became clearer, and the dim light of the morning sun stretched out from under the curtains, climbing along the floor like tentacles.

Yuxian Zhisheng booked a secluded room on the third floor of the hotel. When he opened the window, all he could see was the green color of vines after the rain. This place was truly a natural place, completely different from the air in Tokyo.

Yuxian Zhisheng breathed in the cool and fresh air, and suddenly understood the benefits of the villa. If he and Xuezi had such a house in the Central District, wouldn't they be able to breathe such wonderful air every morning.

Yukiko seems to have a villa in Chuo District, which her mother Miyamoto Kiyoshi bought for her. It is now mortgaged in the court as real estate, and she can buy it back as long as the ransom is enough.

With this mentality, Yu Xian naively awakened the sleeping Xuezi.

The temper of this down-and-out young lady was vaguely visible in her daily life, with a hint of getting out of bed. She stuck her butt out cutely and pushed his hand away. The duck sat up and rubbed her eyes unhappily.

But when she saw Yu Xian's handsome and lovely face, her temper disappeared in an instant, and her unhappy expression disappeared, replaced by joy and hope: "Is the weather sunny?"

"It's sunny." Yuxian Zhisheng handed her the water.

"This is all thanks to you." Yukiko Miyamoto said after she woke up.

"Thanks to me?"

"Yes, you are Seimei-sama." Yukiko Miyamoto said with a smile.

Ever since Yu Xian was born in the competition, she, who seldom watched news, also started to pay attention to entertainment news, knowing that it was the nickname given to him by fans.

"This has nothing to do with me. It's all thanks to your ears, Xuezi." Yuxian smiled childishly.

"Yes, then I have to thank you both." Yukiko Miyamoto pinched her ears.

The time is 5:30 in the morning, which is a good time to watch the sunrise over the sea.

Although they slept late last night and woke up early in the morning, these two people were not sleepy at all, but were even more energetic.

This is really a strange phenomenon.

No, not surprising either.

Perhaps the relationship between the two people has surpassed their physical needs, making sleep a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning. It is really jealous.

Miyamoto Yukiko drank some water, straightened her messy yukata, got out of bed with her bare feet, and leaned against the window on the waxed floor.

The shadow of her lace underwear was reflected on the floor, like a daffodil in a vase in the corner of the eight-and-a-half-story room. The legs are slender and beautiful, and the thighs become more and more plump from the knees up. The tiptoes make the calves tighten, showing the lines of muscles. The waist is thin, but the fullness makes the yukata painful.

Outside the window, the clear sunlight rises from the calm sea. Her childlike hole is so beautiful, as if it reflects the cleanliness of the whole world, with soft waves rippling and seagulls flying, as pure as snow-white wings.

Yuxian Zhisheng almost wanted to shed tears in this beauty.

He walked over and lay down next to Miyamoto Yukiko.

The window is the window of the movie, opening up the viewing channel.

The sun shines through the forest, creating a glow of red.

The seaside and islands are all in sight, blazing fireballs float in the strings of the bridge, and hot light fills the air. Where the water and the sky meet, the red clouds become brighter and brighter, dyeing the surrounding clouds golden.

It's so gorgeous that it makes your eyes sting.

If only I could live as long as the sun.

It would be great if there was a system. If you pull out the magic weapon at will, you can make your life immortal.

It would be great if you never grow old, let your beauty last forever.

But precisely because there is none, every minute and every second is worth cherishing.

He lives for this.

The pure white beauty of Xuezi is supreme and the most beautiful scenery in this life.

You don't need to lie down at the window to see the sun. Miyamoto Yukiko and Yu Xianzhisheng sat on the bed, hugging their legs, and watched from 5:30 to 6:30.

"Children, tomorrow is my birthday." Miyamoto Yukiko said.

This is the last day of May.

Tomorrow is June 1st, and Miyamoto Yukiko was born on June 1st.

"I know." Yu Xian said naively, "I will prepare a gift for you."

"I have received it." Yukiko Miyamoto said slowly, "Being able to watch such a beautiful sunrise with you is the best birthday gift I have received in these years."

"By the way, Zhisheng, when is your birthday?"

"June 1st." Yuxian said naively.

"Is it true?" Yukiko Miyamoto opened her beautiful eyes wide, "What a coincidence, it seems like fate."

"No, I just decided it." Yu Xian scratched his head, "I actually don't know when I was born, so I decided to make it a day with you so that we can spend it together."

He grew up in an orphanage. He didn't know who his parents were or when he was born. It took him a long time to wake up when he opened his eyes.

The only thing I know about my name is the note left in the baby basket.

It's good that she can have the same birthday as Yukiko, so that the connection will be closer.

"You are going back in the afternoon, right?" Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly whispered, "But we haven't bought our birthday cake yet."

"Yes." Yuxian nodded naively.

He will return to Tokyo in the afternoon, leaving his short-term tenderness to work on his career.

A man will have a family after he has a career.

He didn't think so before, he just wanted to stay by Xuezi's side and be gentle forever. But when he realized the danger and vastness of the world, he understood that if he wanted this tenderness not to be disturbed, he could only become stronger step by step. , so that no one can restrain themselves.

At this time, the students should get up and prepare for the performance on election day. Kazuki Sawano should be making breakfast for his useless daughter. What is Kurobutou doing? Hiiraichi Kirima, who is far away in Australia, is playing again in the piano league. What ranking did he get, and what was the figure skating champion plotting against? What did Mr. Ansanji think when he told her his experience?

The members of Keio Private School, who are among the top six in the player list, and the yandere sister Control God Eiling, are they up? Who will you fight against in the next exhibition match?

He couldn't think of it, couldn't see it.

Everyone has their own life, with their own misfortunes and happiness, and he is a small one among them.

Just like that, just like that.

He stared at Miyamoto Yukiko's pure and beautiful profile, thinking that this would be fine.

I have gained someone to cherish for the rest of my life.

There is no one happier than me in this world.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of me that it affected your game." Miyamoto Yukiko leaned against the feather string and listened quietly to his breathing.

"That's not important." Yu Xian said naively, "What about you this afternoon? What are you going to do?"

"I want to continue staying in this hotel. After you leave, I want to walk through the scenery we walked through yesterday." Miyamoto Yukiko said softly, "Just go back like this. I will be alone again."

Yu Xian's childish heart ached slightly.

This is the first time he has felt this way. After he goes back, many people will look for him, and he will get busy and bury his thoughts in his heart.

But she was still alone.

"Xuezi, let me sing you a song." Yu Xian said naively, "This song is for you."

Facing the sunshine, the handsome young man's figure becomes even taller and straighter.

"Give it to me?" Yukiko Miyamoto said in surprise.

In fact, there is nothing surprising. The previous song "Rain" was also given to her.

"Are you ready to start broadcasting?"

"No, no, this song is just for you."

"But there are no musical instruments here..."

"No, I can just sing a cappella."

"What's the name of this song?" Yukiko Miyamoto blinked her moving eyes.

She came closer, and because she was so excited, she leaned close to him, breathing in a few seconds.

Yuxian Zhisheng felt that his heart was beating so fast.

How could she be so beautiful.

Why is she unaware of her own beauty?

He tried his best to suppress his heartbeat and pointed to the rainbow set up above the forest on Bindao in the distance: ""Rainbow"."

The wind blew, fluttering the curtains.

Yu Xian cleared his throat and sang:

【crying いていいんだよ

It's okay to cry

そんなひと言に

Just such a sentence

Servant saves われたんだよ

gave me hope

I should be a good person

thank you very much

情けないけれどだらしないけれど

Even though I’m embarrassed and hopeless

Jun を think う こ と だ け で tomorrow hui く

But just thinking about you makes tomorrow shine brighter

あり's last two people, でいいよ

It doesn't matter even if we are just two ordinary people.

阳だ多り见つけて游ぼうよ

Let’s have fun under the sun】

...

There’s no technique, it’s all emotion.

In the second part, there is a cry of emotional rupture.

...

【生そばにいるから

I will be by your side all my life

生そばにいて

So please stay with me for the rest of your life

A life away from home, a life hanging in the balance

Try your best not to be separated for the rest of your life

It's a knot

Don't let go of the tight bonds

It's a good thing

Don’t let go of the tightly held hands]

...

The voice was slow and calm.

Miyamoto Yukiko listened quietly, with crystal tears shining in her eyes.

After Yu Xian finished singing, he looked at her with a smile.

"do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it very much." Xuezi's heart was dominated by happiness.

"Xuezi, when the game is over, let's live together as before." Yu Xianzhisheng held her hand, "I will work hard to make money and buy a big house."

"Leave it to me to buy a house." Yukiko Miyamoto said seriously.

"No, no, leave it to me."

"Leave it to me, this is my responsibility."

"It's better for me to come. It's easy to make money in the entertainment industry."

"No matter how simple it is, it's still hard-earned money."

"I don't think it's anything hard."

They smiled in the sunshine.

"Let's go have breakfast."

The breakfast in the hotel consisted of local green vegetables, including salads and vegetable soup. While eating, Miyamoto Yukiko remembered that she wanted to lose weight.

It was past nine o'clock when we left home, and the two of us went shopping at the street shops we had booked yesterday.

The first place we went to was an old teahouse.

The two asked for a private room, took off their shoes and stepped barefoot on the soft mat. On the three and a half stacks of tea mats, tea sets imitating the style of the Showa era were placed.

When you open the paper sliding door, you can see the tranquility and elegance extending into the courtyard.

The stone bench covered with moss has peeling skin. The raindrops from last night dripped along the tips of the leaves and onto the green stones, making a slight sound.

A little further away is the plum forest opened by the shopkeeper.

It’s just that it’s not yet December and the plum blossoms haven’t bloomed yet.

Although it is bare, it is still full of elegance on the black soil.

Yuxian ordered local white tea. The waitress brought the tea and asked if she wanted to make tea for the two of them.

Yuxian Zhisheng waved his hand and said: "No, we will do it ourselves."

"Um, childish, I don't know how to make tea." Yukiko Miyamoto said shyly.

Tea ceremony and flower arrangement are compulsory courses for noble ladies.

She regretted not taking proper tea ceremony lessons when she was a girl.

Perhaps at that time, she never thought that her rebellious self would become a gentle woman in the future.

In the Edo period, she would have been a heroic heroine, armed with a sword, who would draw her sword to help when there was an injustice, ride a scaly horse and drink sake wildly, and when drunk she would shout, "With my sword, the world will be peaceful."

In fact, everyone can make tea. It is nothing more than throwing the tea leaves into the boiling water, pouring it out and drinking it. But what you drink in the tea room is not tea, but a sense of ritual.

This requires a series of tedious steps, including delivering and drinking tea.

"It doesn't matter, I'll do it." Yu Xian smiled slightly.

"Zhisheng, have you ever practiced tea ceremony?" Miyamoto Yukiko was surprised.

"It's not about practice. Looking at others, it should be imitation." Yu Xian said childishly.

He sat on his knees with his legs bent, skillfully picked up the old tea bowl, washed it with hot water, then picked up a small tea spoon to scoop up the tea leaves, put them into the boiling water, and then poured out the first batch of tea. This should be called "washing" Cup', the book calls it 'Ruochen's bathing'.

You can order tea from the second pot.

These are all seen from Senmei Hua, and the same is true for Senmei Hua's steps in ordering tea for him. Different from her gorgeous and elegant opening and closing, Yu Xian's childish way of ordering tea is black and white, calm and powerful. It's light and there's no exaggeration in the movements, like a leisurely stroll under the moonlight.

His fingers were plain white and slender, matching the simple black tile porcelain cups. The clear green tea flowed into the cup along the tea needle, and poured into two cups respectively.

From beginning to end, Miyamoto Yukiko was watching curiously, sometimes looking at his elegant behavior, sometimes looking at his handsome and focused little face.

I can't tell which one is better, they all attract me, deeply.

"Please." Yuxian handed the teacup to Miyamoto Yukiko with both hands.

Tea drinkers also have corresponding steps, but Miyamoto Yukiko also forgot to be careful. In order to make her not shy, Yuzhen picked up the tea bowl and simply took a sip.

It just tastes like tea, no rainbow fart to brag about.

If he didn't have the desire to show off like a little kid in his heart, he would be too lazy to do all these chores and just find a big bucket to throw the tea leaves. Wouldn't it be nice to drink it after it has cooled down? Simple and effortless.

Miyamoto Yukiko took a small sip and swallowed carefully.

After drinking tea, the two put on their shoes and headed towards the next shop.

When Miyamoto Yukiko was wearing high-heeled sandals, Yu Xian supported her naively, looked at her feet, and said, "I'm sorry."

"This, it's not a big deal." Yukiko Miyamoto looked down at her feet.

Some of the nail polish on the beautiful toes was taken off by Yuxian Zhisheng last night, and his hands were a little weak.

The feet were warm in his arms. He held the toes with his hands and counted them one by one. Then he held the big toes of the feet and buckled them until a piece of purple paint was removed before they felt comfortable.

Is it because Xuezi is so beautiful that it looks like a dream, so I want to destroy it a little bit to make it more real?

No, it's because I feel a little dissatisfied.

At that time, his hands were a little dishonest and he dared to scratch Miyamoto Yukiko's soles, but Miyamoto Yukiko slapped him away.

Miyamoto Yukiko allowed his hug, but she was not a complete fool. His action was foul, and she took out the yellow card like the referee.

Hugging is the antidote to the longing between the two of them, and scratching the soles of the feet is the kind of flirting he will only have with his wife in the future.

Miyamoto Yukiko felt that she had a good sense of proportion.

Maybe Yuxian didn't think that much. He was just a boy, and he had the bad thoughts and naughtiness of a boy. Yukiko didn't understand his thoughts, so he took off a little of her nail polish in dissatisfaction.

Who is bad and who is good? Can't tell.

"Just go back and apply it." Miyamoto Yukiko held his hand, "If you have any other tricks, feel free to use them. Before you leave, please let me enjoy it."

“You can enjoy it in the future too.”

"I will enjoy other women in the future. I will check it in advance." Yukiko Miyamoto stroked his hair, "And about our hug, don't tell your future wife, keep it a secret."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that she will come to me angrily, but for your sake, I won't do anything to her. But you don't want me to be bullied by your future wife, right?" Miyamoto Yukiko said confidently.

The Valkyrie is fearless, but will she be afraid of this?

Yu Xian shook his head naively.

But will I really marry someone one day? He never thought about that day.

As long as Xuezi is by his side, he is content.

As I walked forward, I came across a kendo gym.

Yu Xian was not wearing sunglasses all the way, just a mask. But her clear eyes and obvious slightly long black hair still made a passerby recognize her.

It wasn't just her, Yu Xian looked back one by one, and saw that the waitress from the teahouse just now was also following not far away.

He was being followed all the way, so the waitress must have been suspicious.

Before that, he was still complacent. He was not that famous. No one in this ancient town knew him, so he didn't need to wear sunglasses.

The young lady with short hair and a wooden knife bag on her back stood at the door. She took one look and screamed. She walked towards this side with disbelief in her eyes: "Is it Mr. Yuxian from Dongda Art?"

...

(PS. The easter egg chapter of "Rainbow" has been uploaded.)