The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo Chapter 83

Yukiko took the envelope and sat on the sofa.

In the afternoon when spring was full of light and time was lazy, she opened the envelope in her hand.

【Miss Miyamoto, your sincerity:】

【Wangzhan letter and eyebrows】

【It's cold in winter, are you okay? I'm sorry to write you a letter suddenly, please forgive me for the rudeness below. 】

[When I first saw it back then, I was shocked by the phantom, and I still remember the beautiful face, and my thoughts are uneasy day and night. 】

[I think of you when I'm busy, the feeling of the waves hitting the rocks; I think of you in my spare time, the interest of the fallen leaves in the courtyard. 】

[Looking at the day, the day brings spring thoughts, poverty cannot destroy the light you brought me. 】

[Dream at night, always dream of wings, flying upwards, the stars on the night sky are all your eyes. 】

[I don't realize the dream, wake up and drift away; I am alone and mourning. 】

[When I miss you at the intersection of day and night, I wonder if you can feel this love? 】

[Haha, such a sudden expression of feelings is really hard to tell, and my face is red and transparent. Today, my generation is still an unknown novelist. I have written novels for many years, but still empty-handed, but I heard you The latest news, you must be more difficult than me, so I sent 2,000 yen with the letter, please accept this shabby heart. 】

[The name of the new work is "The Great Gatsby", can it be sold to support the family? To be honest, I am not sure, but I desperately hope to get a harvest, which will give me the courage to approach you. 】

[Miss Miyamoto, happiness depends on your choice. Untie the shackles of your heart, you are like a sweet flower, please let yourself grow like a flower... Please spread your wings and release yourself to the fullest. 】

[The words here are all heartfelt; if you don't like it, you can avoid it]

[Spring is cold and the material is steep, be kind and cherish]

[I will send a letter later]

Signed: [Mr. Shi Shen]

Miyamoto Yukiko put down the envelope and blinked.

The smooth white floor was damp, the faucet in the kitchen was dripping with water droplets, and the buds of the branches outside the window were in full bloom, and the afternoon sun was coated with a layer of pinkish spring.

The glass is soft and the dust is brilliant.

The weather is beautiful like a kiss.

Miyamoto Yukiko lowered her head, looked at the elegant handwriting on the letter, and smiled slightly.

It turns out that there is still a person in this world who cares about you so much. In a place you don't know, he lives alone, misses you every day and night, and longs to be close to you.

He may be out of luck, but he's really talented.

These sentences made her amazed from the bottom of her heart, her heart chords were gently flicked, a warm breath overflowed from her chest, and she felt comfortable all over her body.

There's no woman who doesn't like love letters.

Especially a love letter from a genius.

She likes these sweet words, like them very much.

I really want to copy it down and use it as a bookmark, Miyamoto Yukiko thought to herself.

"Who wrote the letter?" Yu Xianzhi washed an apple for her.

"A novelist." Xuezi took the apple, bit it lightly, and whispered with a blushing face.

"Can I take a look?"

"Yes, yes, but you can't understand it."

"It's okay to have a look." Yu Xianzhisheng took the envelope and read it.

"What a talented man," he said, and returned the letter.

"Right! Very talented! I didn't realize the dream, woke up and drifted away; I was alone and mourned. He was talking about himself, and it seemed like he was talking about me." A treasured smile.

It feels so good to be understood.

"Most of the sweet words that novelists say are fake, but don't be fooled by their nonsense." Yu Xianzhi made himself a cup of coffee and said.

"Are you jealous?" Miyamoto Yukiko said with a narrow smile.

"A little bit." Yu Xianzhi snickered with her back to her.

Why should I be jealous with my future self.

"I didn't expect that besides you, there is another person in this world who cares about me so much, and is also a novelist. Although I like to read books, I have never been in contact with anyone who is a novelist."

"So, do you want to try it?"

"If you're not obedient in the future, you always make me angry, it's okay to try it out." Xuezi folded the letter and placed it on the table.

Then she picked up the envelope, pulled out the 2,000 yen in it, pinched it in her fingers, and showed him off.

"You're a poor bastard. You dare to use this money to show your ugliness." Yu Xianzhi said.

"Don't say that to others. If his novels become popular in the future, he won't be rich by then, and there aren't many men with such true temperaments in society now," Xuezi said.

"That's true." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

"If you want to return the money to him tomorrow, I will never use his money, I can earn it myself." Xuezi put the money back into the envelope.

Then she was stunned at the address to which the letter was sent.

The mailing address column was empty, and I only knew that it was sent from Daping Street in Narita Ward, so I couldn't even write a thank you letter, let alone send the money back.

"Even though ants are small, they are still meat, so keep the money. Who made that novelist fall in love with you." Yu Xianzhi said.

Miyamoto Yukiko shook his head.

"There's no need to be so rigid. Our family is so short of money right now. If we meet that guy one day in the future, it would be nice to return the money we earned to him, together with the interest. After that, it's only 2,000 yen. Thank goodness that guy was kind enough to send it over."

Miyamoto Yukiko hesitated for a while, but shook his head.

Yu Xianzhi was so angry that her hands trembled while holding the coffee.

This big girl is really stubborn and terrible.

"Besides, if that guy..."

"Please don't call him that, childish, what's your courtesy?" Miyamoto Yukiko interrupted him.

Yu Xianzhi blinked, took a sip of coffee, and stopped talking.

Miyamoto Yukiko leaned on the sofa, picked up the apple, bit and chewed it gently, tilted his head thoughtfully, and slapped his long legs on the coffee table, swaying leisurely.

"If he is really popular in the future, are you going to marry him?" Yu Xianzhi asked softly after a while.

"Isn't it good to marry him? If you can write a famous novel, you can make a lot of money and have a position in the society. Even if you don't learn figure skating, I will be able to live the life of a rich wife in the future and play golf with him every day. There are luxury cars to pick up the ball when you go out, and your husband is a novelist, so it's also very good to talk about it.”

"Aren't you going to get married?"

"I changed my mind."

"Then you must give birth to a child for the other party, right?"

"Born to be born! It's none of your business!"

"you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

"Xuezi, are you still **** off about what happened in the morning?" Yu Xianzhi sighed, "So with these silly words, do you want to force me to work hard? Don't you think I'm naive?"

"Hmph." Miyamoto Yukiko turned her head away.

As long as you know.

"Forget it, I won't make fun of you, it's really boring." Miyamoto Yukiko got up from the sofa and rummaged in front of the TV cabinet.

"What are you looking for?" Yu Xianzhi asked.

"lighter."

"What do you do with a lighter?"

"Burn the letter." Miyamoto Yukiko said without looking back.

Yu Xianzhi was startled and put down the coffee cup in his hand: "What are you burning the letter for?"

"I said it, I don't plan to marry anyone in this life, it's enough to be with you all my life. To be honest, this letter really makes me very happy, but people always have to face life, right? It's true It's beautiful, but to me, you are the only real child."

"I'm your only one, have you forgotten?"

"So just burn it. I don't want to believe the nonsense of the novelist."

Miyamoto Yukiko stood up laboriously, "What else do you say, please spread your wings and release yourself to the fullest... If you stand in front of me, I really want to beat this rogue."

She slept well and ate well these past few days, her belly got up, and she propped up her skirt a little.

"Hiccup~" she panted, and suddenly hiccupped.

This is caused by standing up straight after squatting for a while, which is almost the common trouble of fat women.

Yu Xian Zhisheng smiled crookedly on the sofa for a moment.

Miyamoto Yukiko came over angrily, picked up the soft pad and threw it on him: "Don't laugh at me."

"I know, I know, giggling~" Yu Xianzhi continued to laugh while holding the cushion.

"But you didn't eat much at noon?"

"Well, it's too expensive. I won't go there to eat in the future."

"Xuezi, who took you there before?"

"Grandpa, father, mother, they all took me there. I was still young at that time, and I just wrote it down when I thought it was delicious. Do you think it is delicious, the one at noon?"

"I don't think it's as delicious as the instant noodles you made."

"Thank you, I'm very happy." Miyamoto Yukiko said.

"Thank you for being very happy. If you are happy, I will only be happier than you." Yu Xianzhi said, "When I grow up and make money, can I take you there too?"

"I'll be happy to make an appointment," Yukiko said.

The warm sun was on the floor in the afternoon, and the two suddenly stopped talking.

But just sitting, not talking, is very beautiful.

"Xuezi, why don't we think we're borrowing money from him?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Didn't this guy say that he will send a letter, and maybe he will send money next time. We will keep the money and put the letter aside. If I can't make money in the future, we will use the money. I won't give it to him, if I can make a lot of money in the future, let's return the money to him."

This is the original intention of my letter.

"Children."

"Um?"

"If you can say something like this, I don't think it's like you." Xuezi said seriously.

Yu Xianzhisheng blinked, shrank back, and muttered again, what's the matter.

Miyamoto Yukiko sat back on the sofa, pulled the paper tube, and picked up the lighter to burn the letter.

"Do you really want to burn it?" Yu Xianzhi thought she was joking.

"Yeah." Miyamoto Yukiko nodded.

In her heart, she liked these beautiful words, but it would have been nice if the novelist had written them to other women, so that she could transcribe them comfortably for her collection.

She doesn't want to be the heroine in other people's hearts, which makes her very uncomfortable.

Even she finds this strange, watching the handsome male protagonist on TV buy roses for the female lead, she would applaud happily, seeing two people getting engaged, she would be sincerely happy, seeing two people eloping ignoring the pressure of their elders , she would open a can of beer and cheer.

But if the handsome male protagonist gave her flowers, she would probably kick him into the ditch with a calm expression.

There are such strange human beings in this world~www.mtlnovel.com~ When watching someone sweetly fall in love, they laugh like a fool. When they are in love, it is like living for years. Every time the other party sends a text message, I can't wait to slap the other party out, please don't disturb my single life, please get away.

Let's just say it's not enough love.

After all, there are so many people in the world, and the souls that are similar can only be one out of hundreds of millions. A lot of people are like this, they fall in love in a vague way, get married in a confused way, and then live under one roof under the pretext of love.

Just living together for a long time, will feel very good.

Happiness itself is not something that is difficult to find, but most of the time happiness is not what people expected. People cannot always ignore the people around them because of what they want to pursue.

Miyamoto Yukiko understands this very well.

So I decided to be a colorless person.

Colorless and transparent.

You don't need to draw lines in advance for your life.

Just enjoy the moment.

There is rain, there is rain, and there is wind.

With my Feather.

The letter was gradually devoured by the flames, and Yu Xian's puerile pupils reflected the sparks, staring at the embers in the trash can, not knowing whether to laugh or cry for a while.

He couldn't say whether he was happy or disappointed, but he did see that this big girl who valued him more than her own life would never fall in love with anyone in this life.

PS. Have you eaten enough candy? Tomorrow will be a great time to play the piano.

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