"Xue, do you think Shiyin will like this big bear?" At this time, Andaoyuan had already selected a pillow for Shiyin Shiyin in the home sleeping area.

Xue lies on the bed in the shape of a cat-eared girl when she sleeps at night, but she has never used a pillow: "This is very cute, I think it's good."

Andaoyuan has no idea about these things. As the saying goes: Every girl has an island in her heart, and different flowers bloom on each island.

He has read many books on psychology, but he cannot guarantee that his analysis is correct.

"Since Xue said so, I'll pay."

Apart from the pillow Andoto, I let Yurakucho take it to the entrance of Maeda Station, it would be enough for him to take other things back by bike.

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After leaving the mall, it was already dark, Shiyin might have prepared supper and waited for Andaoyuan and snow.

The food street downstairs connects the long river of crowds, shuttles between diners coming and going, forming a line of light and shadow.

In the noisy city pedestrian streets, loud hawking by businesses may not attract others' attention, but it also heats up the atmosphere. With the aroma of delicious food between the stalls, it is a symphony that belongs to here.

When you walk out of Yuraku Town, you can see the bar street opposite the once famous scenic spot. It is said that it is a paradise for some rich second generations in Tokyo at night.

Here, night and daytime are like two completely different scenes. The daytime is so quiet. At night, you will see many luxury cars parked in a bright and wine-filled night.

For Andaoyuan, who has never stepped into the bar, sometimes he would imagine that one day, choose a leisurely summer day, quietly walk into a bar of his favorite style, sit in a corner, and see the lives of people in a completely different world from him.

He also knows that some sake bars in Tokyo do not have a wine list, and the clerks will arrange the types and order of wine and drinks. You can first talk about your needs and the types of flavors you like. He will match them according to the requirements. The background music they match is not popular rock, but gentle blues.

It would be very romantic to take a book or two to such a place.

Andaoyuan is willing to be a recorder or audience to record the joy, hustle and loneliness of this world.

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Xue was holding snacks in her hand, so she couldn't turn into a kitten posture and went to squat on Andaoyuan's shoulder.

She simply kept looking like a girl, sitting horizontally in the back row of the bicycle with her legs in her arms.

Andaoyuan rode her bicycle and drove her through the crowd, and then left the crowd.

The evening breeze gently blew through the snow her long silver hair, like pure mercury slipping down the hazy moonlight. The corners of the dress were gently blown by the wind, and then gently fell down.

The soft lights of Hyacinth were approaching, so he stopped the car and went to the Maeda Station express delivery point to get the bear pillow.

Xue excitedly picked up the food in her hand. She couldn't wait to prepare to share it with Miss Ghost, and there was dinner waiting for her. The cat girl felt what the expectation was.

Andaoyuan came back with the pillow in his arms. He gently pushed the door and the wind chime ringed at the door.

"I'm back."

“Welcome back.”

"What Shiyin made today is mushroom soup, come and try it."

Tonight, Andoyuan picked up the pen in his hand and wrote his first letter to his pen pal who was far away after coming to Tokyo:

[Today's Tokyo is also a peaceful day. That night, the yard is covered with lush and dense daylily. One or two mountain lilies dotted in the middle.

The white flowers bloomed first, like stars in the dark night. In the blink of an eye, the eaves quickly opened up, smiling in the wind.

Now, there are more flowers than midnight stars.

Miss Hyacinth, I don’t know if you can see the letter I wrote to you in the distance, or I hope you can have a pleasant journey.]

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August has quietly ended, and the September school is coming. In the Roman calendar, September is the harvest month, and in Tokyo, September is also called Kikuzuki.

Compared with the "sudden fall" cherry blossoms, they are almost impossible to "potted". They can only be appreciated when they are "formed into forests in the wild". The chrysanthemums have a little more literary flavor under the support of "Chrysanthemum and the Sword".

In other words, chrysanthemums and bamboo forests themselves are influenced by Chinese culture, which makes them feel a gentlemanly.

Most schools in Japan open in April cherry blossom season.

Takexun High School is an exception. This is not like other Japanese schools. April is a pre-semester for this place. For those who have enough learning ability, the first half of the semester will be relatively free.

Kagura Maki is such a person. Learning is just a process for her. Even if she ranks first in her degree, she just likes to win. She doesn’t love learning itself.

Andaoyuan didn't have any special feelings about the start of the new semester. He transferred to school less than five times since childhood. The most vivid memory of the concept of school is the golden leaves covered with the sidewalks in autumn.

Autumn is a changing season.

For the freshmen who are admitted to Chiyoda, they still have to feel a lot of excitement. After all, high school means love, interesting club activities, and large-scale activities such as campus festivals, fireworks awards, and cultural festivals.

Youth has been hooked in Tokyo culture and high school years. Moreover, Takexun High School itself is the most fertile business district in Tokyo. There is no need to worry about the expenses of various club activities, which makes them look more excited about this place.

The name Zhuxun High School is also derived from "The Story of Bamboo". Compared with those church schools with the word "sacred" or joint venture schools with foreign investment, it has a more cultural atmosphere.

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"The Story of Bamboo" represents the Akihiro and Shin-yue in Japanese bamboo culture, and this place is no exception. If you say that the bamboo forest on Kyushu Island will be even more prosperous.

Takexun High School is more like a local pearl for Tokyo. When Andoyuan heard the name of this school, he understood the meaning of it.

The cold flying of a thousand feet of jade, the clearing sprinkles a forest of frost, and the image immediately spreads out.

The exterior wall of Zhuxun is neatly arranged in white bricks and stones. The white bricks and stones are painted with bamboos, some green and some dark green. If you look from a distance, Zhuxun High School is like being in a bamboo forest.

Each bamboo plant on the exterior wall is different, so it is also called Qianzhu Painting here.

Andaoyuan stroked the white and green exterior wall, felt the uneven textures on it, and looked at the exquisite and complex pictures of Qianzhu painting
Chapter completed!