The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

After passing two levels at once, Yu Xian's achievements were already ahead of everyone's. With the Qi Quantum pass, he had obtained three passes in a row.

Most students have just received one or two, and some are still stuck at the Qi level and have not been able to get out until now.

The sun rises high at noon, embroidering the mountains, rivers and lakes with pale golden gauze.

When the last member of Hei Mutong finished his talk, they took steps again and headed to the next examination room.

However, there were three people missing.

Okagi Yoshiyong failed the interview and had to queue up again to wait for the next round of questions. Akagi Ryosuke did not leave, but was here waiting for Okagi Yoshiyong.

It is said that a friend in need is a friend indeed. This pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes usually go about their daily lives, but they attach great importance to the friendship between friends. Dahuai Yiyong happily wiped his nose and tears on Chimu, but he... Kick your feet away.

"You go ahead, we will catch up soon." Akagi Ryosuke said.

"Mr. Yuxian, we don't want to slow you down, so please take the lead." Dahuai Yiyong said in a straight-forward manner, "Five passes are very easy for you, right?"

After the conversation just now, the two of them were in awe of Yu Xian's childishness and no longer dared to tease him.

Yuxian nodded his head and hurried towards the direction where Kurobutong left, with Anshan Kiyohime following closely behind him.

She rarely walked so fast, and the sound of the swaying of her necklaces and the clashing of her pearls came from her body. It was clear and sweet. Although the girl was innocent, she was not inexperienced in the world. She knew that the sister in the gorgeous dress in front of her was leaving in anger. .

Natsume Qingyin and Fujiwara Chie were walking next to Kurobutou. It was unclear why after answering, Kurobutou walked out with a low face and ignored her questions.

Yuxian Zhisheng asked them to take care of Qingji and walked side by side with Kurobutong alone.

"Angry?"

"You think I'll be angry because of you?"

"Yes, sister, do you think my answer is not good enough?"

"Who said your answer was not good? I wouldn't be able to answer a question like that." Hei Mu Tong frowned slightly, "This has nothing to do with whether your answer is good or bad."

"Is it because of this?" Yu Xian smiled innocently,

He took out the sachet in his arms.

Dear, what does it mean when a woman gives a man a sachet? Waiting online, quite urgent.

Oh, it's a token of love.

Then you're done.

Yuxian Zhisheng naturally knew the meaning of the sachet, but Qingji gave him the sachet mainly because she liked him, a blue-faced confidant, and it had nothing to do with love.

He will not be so sentimental that Qing Ji will admire him. A girl like her who has great cultural heritage and pursues a full spiritual world has very little desire for love, hate, joy, and anger from the outside world.

Kuro Mutong was a little flustered and explained that she didn't care about this, but was worried that others would think wildly.

Yuxian Zhisheng waved her hand to tell her to stop talking.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no live broadcasts here, he weighed the sachet in his hand, then bowed and gathered enough strength to throw the sweet-smelling embroidered sachet into the river.

"Let's go, sister." Yu Xian said with a naive smile.

Heimutong was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly: "If you do this, doesn't it mean that I am jealous?"

"It has nothing to do with you, sister, that I threw the sachet. It's because I'm angry with myself." Yu Xian looked at the sachet that was washed away by the water until it was nowhere to be found.

"Actually, the answer I gave just now was not good, and it was not worthy of Miss Anshan's gift. After I walked out, I was very upset because there were many answers in my mind, such as 'Death and Life' in "Lieh Tzu" , going back and forth, so if you die here, you don't know if you will be born there', and "

"To be honest, if you give me another chance, I can answer better." Yu Xian sighed quietly, "It's a pity that I can't do it again."

"I'm sorry for embarrassing you, sister." Yuxian Zhisheng looked at her and said seriously, "Sister, please punish me."

This contradictory shift confused Heimudong's consciousness.

She moved her mouth and found that she had nothing to say.

"It's not your fault." She finally choked out these words.

This was her fault in the first place, she was really jealous.

Natsume Qingyin and Fujiwara Chie are also very naive, but she doesn't care at all.

But Anshan Kiyohime is different.

The Yuan family mostly hides its dark side, while the Anshan family is on the bright side.

Anshan Kiyohime's status is not inferior to hers, whether from the perspective of beauty or power.

This made her feel dangerous.

The two of them know how to get along with each other as sister and brother, and no one will expose the other. If another sister Qingji falls from the sky and interferes, this delicate balance will be completely broken.

Either confess or leave, and she won't accept leaving.

She will take the initiative to take the step of confessing, but this step involves too many things. The future of the entire Minamoto family and the marriage contract that Kurokizaki made for her and her childhood sweetheart Emperor before his death are all huge rocks in front of him. .

He can choose to break the rock, or he can pat his butt and walk away.

The most painful thing in the world is that the choice is not in your own hands.

"Sister, let's get on the boat before they come." Yu Xian said with a naive smile, "We can have lunch."

When the two of them got into the private room in the flower boat, Yuxian Zhisheng took the initiative to ask her for a hug.

This guy knew that he was so handsome with his white hair. He raised his childish little face and acted coquettishly in her arms, rubbing and rubbing, and arching again. Kuro Mutong could only hug him gently. The body feels the warmth.

She felt that she was a little too indulgent towards him, but when she thought about how lonely he was in the orphanage, she felt that this was what she should do.

After enjoying themselves, Yu Xian walked out with a childish smile and greeted the girls to eat.

Hei Mu Tong straightened out the Hua Shang that he had messed up, and then walked out.

Lunch was sent by the literary club as the organizer, and it was on the flower boat of each college, arranged neatly according to the staff.

The cabin was filled with the aroma of various pastries. Tea, rice with beans, grilled fish, and flower cakes were all presented in red and black wooden boxes, which was extremely rich.

Yu Xian was drinking green orange juice and eating fish while chatting with Anshan Kiyohime.

The chat couldn't stop. The girl's mind was filled with all kinds of fantastic ideas, scriptures and philosophies. She talked endlessly, as if she wanted to finish talking about her whole life in one breath.

Yu Xian could only stuff a glutinous rice dumpling into her mouth, blocking her mouth.

Anshan Qingji whimpered and hurriedly spoke. Yuxian quickly stuffed another one in her mouth until the young girl rolled her eyes and let out a loud burp.

The flower boat sails smoothly on the water, crosses the Nakano Bridge, and heads to the river bank road under Nakasu Mountain, where the examination room for listening to wind music is located.

Even before we get closer, we can already hear the sound of Kagura drums floating down from the top of the mountain, accompanied by the sound of the horn of the conch, echoing in the halo of the autumn afternoon.

After twelve o'clock at noon, the bells of the ancient temple in the forest rang.

The majestic bells startled the birds in the forest to circle and dance overhead.

"This is a Lin Zhong made by Wei Xianggong during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It is a replica that my mother asked my father to make. Wei Xianggong was cruel and cruel and killed people. My mother made this clock to keep my father, who was the leader of the literary society, alert at all times, so that he would not Being deceived by bad people, unjust thoughts arise in my heart." Anshan Qingji explained to Yuxian Zhisheng.

Yu Xian childishly nodded.

Yuan and Yilong said to themselves that the Literary Club controls the royal power of public opinion. Gangs of all sizes in Japan respect the Literary Club and maintain a delicate balance in society.

This credit is inseparable from the Chinese woman standing behind An Sanji.

"Where is your mother?" Yu Xian asked innocently, "Where is she?"

"Today is the Climbing Festival on September 9th. My mother went back to her parents' home to visit her relatives in West Lake, Hangzhou, China, and by the way, she purchased fabrics for me to make clothes." Anshan Kiyohime replied.

Only then did Yuxian Zhisheng remember this traditional festival, and he was a stranger in a foreign land. If she hadn't said this, he really wouldn't have been able to remember it.

"She loves you very much." Yu Xian said with a naive smile.

"Of course, she will give me whatever I want, but if it is too expensive, she will let me save my own money to buy it. She makes all my clothes for me."

Anshan Qingji spun in a circle, her skirt flew up, and her eyes were full of smiles: "Look, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

"But, I hate father very much." Her eyes darkened.

"Why?"

"As soon as my mother came home, he wouldn't let me get close to anyone. I can come out today thanks to you, but even if he stopped me, I couldn't stop him. I dug a dog hole in my small yard. You can drill out.”

Anshan Kiyohime shared her little secret with him.

Even her favorite grandmother had never told this secret.

Yuxian Zhisheng smiled slightly and then forgot all about it.

He also has many secrets, but not everyone can tell the secrets. The two will never meet again, so the fewer memories they leave for each other, the better.

On the way the flower boat was sailing, it encountered the boat where the flowers, birds, wind and moon were.

This little girl was dressed very beautifully and flamboyantly. She looked at Yuxian Zhisheng standing on the bow of the boat from a distance, laughing loudly, waving her arms, and calling his name.

Yuxian looked over. She lowered her head shyly. The uncontrollable emotion in his eyes is like the colorful light under the transparent river water, which is intoxicating.

This time, Heimutong was not jealous.

In her heart, flowers, birds, wind and moon are not enough to become a threat.

A group of people were walking on the road leading to the central hill. This street was very lively today. For this cooperation with the entertainment industry, the literary and art circles invited quite a few artistic performers to add to the fun.

On both sides of the street, there is the sound of fencing swords piercing the air from time to time. Various dolls are placed on the doll altar hung with gauze curtains. The stage for the performance is an Asakusa Kannon Hall that is scaled down to a ratio of 7:1. The Emperor and The queen dolls and various palace maids are arranged at both ends. On top is an old man controlling several dolls with silk threads, manipulating them to perform the drama "Suzao Noozu Kills the Yamata-no-Orochi".

Next to him was a handsome man who was made up to look like a woman. He was charming and charming, playing the shamisen in his hand and accompanying another weirdo who was made up into a wine gourd. The weirdo was doing a funny dance. The gourd had a woman's facial features painted on it. , along with his movements, he would cry, laugh, and look ferocious.

This wonderful art performance attracts the students on the flower boat, and there will be bursts of cheers from time to time.

Anshan Kiyohime seemed to be going out for the first time. She ran up and down the street, looking here and there. After a while, she trotted over again and grabbed Yu Xian's childish arm. She was afraid of being embarrassed. kitten.

"Isn't this your home? Are you worried about getting lost?" Yu Xian calmly pulled out his arm.

Although she looks young and tender on the outside, her figure has already become very plump. The two soft lumps of flesh on her chest are pressed against her arms, which already shows the full weight of a girl.

"The last time I was allowed to go out to play, it was spring." Anshan Kiyohime said pitifully.

Yu Xian was speechless for a moment. It was hard to interfere with other people's family affairs, but Ansanji, a slave girl, was a bit too conservative.

Soon, a group of people arrived at the competition venue.

This is located on the top of Zhongzhou Mountain. Inside is an extremely large courtyard. Among the lush flowers and trees, you can see the silver-gray tiles on the gabled eaves board of the mansion. Behind it are undulating Western-style houses. Each house has furnishings. There are collections of musical instruments from different countries.

Most of the musical instruments have been moved out of the Western-style room, which is mainly divided into two parts: east and west.

On one side are Western musical instruments, such as orchestra, bass drum, violin, harp, saxophone, tuba, trumpet, etc.

On the other side are oriental musical instruments, including shamisen, guzheng, pipa, suona, sheng, flute, and even a huge and complete imitation chime in the middle.

The middle of the square is already crowded with people. Almost half of the 200 students are here to listen to wind music. Compared with cultural talks, playing music is their strength.

On the left hand side is the performance location, which is separated from the mountains and rivers by white jade railings to prevent people from accidentally falling. There are several wide chairs on it, and the judges sit on the chairs to watch the performance and give scores to the students.

Most of them are disappointed. The tastes of this group of judges are extremely tricky. If something doesn't suit their taste, they will just let the other person wait aside and try again later.

Listening to wind music emphasizes the state of mind of harmony between man and nature.

The wind comes from the valley, and the students should capture the wonder of the wind, then trigger their own reverie, and fully express their inner feelings through the selected musical instruments.

"Please write down the music here and receive the musical instrument." The waitresses greeted from a distance.

Yu Xian took the pen and paper and sat on a soft cushion in the square, facing the huge mountains and rivers, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the wind filling his ears.

It's late autumn and the wind is bleak.

The maple leaves all over the mountains and plains are red and transparent, and the calm water surface is blown by the wind into ripples like fish scales.

The coolness penetrates the heart, and the feeling of homesickness pervades the heart.

Yu Xian picked up his pen, wrote down the music on the music paper, stood up and handed it to the waitress.

"What's the name of this piece?" asked the judge who took the sheet of music.

"'Mountain Ghost'." Yu Xian replied naively.

"Go and pick out the musical instruments you need." The judges looked around among themselves.

"Yu Xian-kun, do you want to use the flute?" Anshan Qingji blinked and asked.

"Yes." Yuxian nodded, his eyes fell on the various flutes of different lengths on the shelf, and he picked a few, but he was not very satisfied with any of them.

What he needs is a flute that can control the major A key to a 5-range range, so that the flute variations can be extended to the characteristic pitch between 6135 and 3512.

He finally picked a makeshift one, but it had already been used. Even though it had been washed, it still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

I have no choice but to make do.

"Yu Xian-kun, how about you use my flute?" Anshan Qingji said crisply.

"Do you have a flute?" Before Yu Xian could finish asking, he saw Anshan Kiyohime running away quickly. She slipped out of the Western-style room within a minute, holding a simple long box in her arms.

"This is the flute that my mother uses. She occasionally uses it for me and never lends it out." Anshan Kiyohime said expectantly, "But if it is used by Yu Xian-kun, I think she will be willing to do it!"

Yuxian Zhisheng opened the ancient box, took out the flute and looked at it in his hand. He saw that the flute was made of solid materials and the wood was expensive. The weight was just right, and the surface showed a bright plain blue color.

It doesn't look like something you can buy outside, but it looks like a flute from ancient legends.

He put the flute to his lips and blew out a few syllables. The sound was like the chirping of hundreds of birds, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and made them feel more certain in their hearts.

Yuxian asked softly: "Is this Ketingdi?"

"Yu Xianjun actually knows? Mother also calls it that!" Anshan Qingji said happily.

How could I not know that the bells played by Duke Heng of Qi, the Yaoliang played by King Zhuang of Chu, the Green Qi played by Sima Xiangru, and the Keting flute played by Cai Yong, which I have learned since childhood, are all famous musical instruments in ancient China.

If Anzan Kiyohime's mother has this flute, she is definitely not an ordinary woman. Is she a member of the national team?

"Then let me borrow this flute." Yuxian thanked him naively, "Your mother will also like this piece of music, and I will repay you with this."

He walked towards the performance stage and gently placed the bamboo flute to his lips.

The sound of the flute moves from far to near, and the long and slow melody hovers between the river and the sky, bringing people into a bright and clear world in a leisurely manner.

The mountains and rivers are clearly outlined in the sunlight, and the sound of flutes wanders among the gray-brown mountains. After the autumn wind, except for evergreen trees such as pines, most trees have withered and fallen leaves are lying on the ground, but only those maples The trees become more and more red like fire in the cold autumn wind, stubbornly standing against the autumn wind, tragic and romantic.

Just like this flute sound.

"If there is a man who comes to the mountains, he is wearing a coat of grass and pomegranates and is wearing a girl's rosette."

"It's both appropriate to look at and smile at the same time"

In the shadow of these mountains, deep in the maple leaves, could there be a mountain ghost having a tryst with his sweetheart?

Originally, different judges were responsible for their respective students, but they waved their hands to stop playing. Their eyes were focused on the handsome young man at the white jade railing, looking at the flute in his hand, and pricked up his ears to listen.

Not only them, but also the students were obsessed with the long flute sound.

The sound of the flute goes from low to high, showing the vastness of the sky and the earth. It is also played with short and cheerful sounds, which are refreshing and powerful.

Anshan Kiyohime stood closest to the boy, watching the wind blowing his dark sleeves, watching the sun caressing the boy's handsome side face, she couldn't help but be fascinated.

It was like a seed was buried in my heart, and the sound of the flute was like rain, urging it to break through the ground and sprout.

She couldn't understand this feeling that was between fantasy and reality, she only felt her heart twitching gently.

She seemed to be able to see the picture in her mind from the sound of the flute. The woman was searching in the mountains and forests, sad and hopeful, looking forward to the arrival of her lover, endless shouting and longing.

"The rest of the place is dark and dark, and the sky will never be seen."

"The road is dangerous and difficult, and you will come alone"

"I resent the young master and forget to return home."

"You miss me so much that you have no time to spare."

"Who's playing the flute?"

The door of the castle tower was suddenly pushed open. The woman was wearing a white gauze skirt, with black hair shawl, and bright eyes. She was carrying a large suitcase in her hand. In the plastic bag hanging next to her were Chinese glutinous rice cakes.

"Wife." An Sanzhi stood up.

"Ms. Cai." The elders stood up and bowed.

"Who is playing the flute?" The woman ignored their etiquette and asked again.

The old men looked at each other, smiled, and replied in unison: "Yuxian is a child."

The woman's skin was like snow, and her eyebrows were picturesque. Because she was running so fast, sweat broke out on her forehead. She wiped the sweat and said with a smile: "I just came from my hometown, and I heard the sounds of my hometown again. Today is really romantic." ah!"