My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 208
Emperor Huangji four years, the first month.

It began to snow heavily in the morning, and by the evening, the snow on the ground was nearly a foot thick.

Su Wo sent someone to send a carriage full of gifts, including brocade, silk and other textiles, as well as various rare fragrant woods, and complete sets of clothes dyed grape colors and bright red.

After watching the boxes of gifts being carried in, the envoy respectfully said to Nakatomi Kamatashi: "These are the finest treasures brought from the Tang Dynasty. Minister Suga said that an elegant person like you, Nakatomi, will Will definitely like it.”

As he spoke, he took out a very stylish mink coat from the box, "Minister Suwo will hold a banquet at the mansion tonight, and said that there is an important gift that I want to hand over to you personally, Mr. Zhongchen might as well wear it This coat is for the dinner."

That night, Su Worulu's mansion was brightly lit.

In order not to make it public, the number of people attending the banquet was not too many, but everyone was a high-ranking official and a powerful family with powerful hands.Tonight's banquet looks like a power exchange meeting of the same camp.

When Zhongchen Lianzu arrived, it was almost dark when the guests arrived and took their seats. Both the host and the guest got drunk very quickly.

The atmosphere became more and more lively, and Su Worulu, who was sitting in the main seat, blushed and said inarticulately: "It's no fun just drinking, let's sing."

After speaking, a maid took out the flute, and then someone played the guqin.

Several dancers in light tulle skirts danced around the guests like bright butterflies, twisting their slender waists and plump buttocks to their heart's content.

Two or three ministers still wearing official uniforms couldn't wait to join their dance. It was originally a cold first month, but the atmosphere inside the charcoal-burning room was extremely hot. People unbuttoned the collars of their coats, and some took off their coats and only wore their underwear. Lining, let's have fun.

A female official was arranged to serve every guest. I don't know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement. The female official next to Nakatomi Kamazu was the Mihoko who served Fukuhime Soga.

Nakatomi Kamazu is very afraid of facing this elegant and refined female official. On the one hand, she always asks some strange questions that she cannot answer. feeling out.

i can't be sorry fuji
With this thought in mind, Nakatomi Kamazu moved his buttocks and opened a safe distance between the two of them.

This small movement made Shinkawa Yuai so angry that she stretched out her hand angrily, pinched the tender flesh on his thigh, and twisted it hard.

"Ouch!"

The horrific cry sounded, and the dancing singer staggered in fright, and fell on the person in front of her. Then, like dominoes, a large group of people fell down with a clatter.

"Brother Nakatomi, what's wrong?" Suga Rulu looked up with his face flushed from drinking and slurred speech.

Shinkawa Yuai held the jug without changing his face, and poured a glass of wine for Nakatomi Kamazu.

"No biting. I'm biting my tongue." Nakatomi replied grinningly while rubbing his thigh.

"That's okay, come and drink."

"well."

Nakatomi Kamatsu responded casually, and quietly glanced at the female officer beside him. He had a very hurt expression on his face, looking like a puppy that was thrown out of the house.

Seeing him like this, Xinchuan Yuai twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling annoyed and funny.She picked up a glass of wine and handed it over, squinting her eyes and said, "Fujiwara-san, please."

In the past few months, she has been talking about things in reality all the time, hoping to awaken Fujiwara Xingkong's consciousness.But it's helpless, this scumbag who gets tired of spending time with that little bird all day is simply not thinking about leaving, and has no intention of waking up at all.

"Thank you." Nakatomi Kamazu had a headache. He took the glass of wine with fear. After drinking it down, he poured another glass himself. He held it up with both hands and said to her to please her: "Mihoko, you can have a drink too."

It was freezing cold outside, but the wine glass was warm.

Shinkawa Yuai pouted angrily.

She took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. The wine was very strong, and her throat was a little hot. She couldn't help but began to cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

She was pinching the wine glass, and kept patting her chest with the other hand.

Nakatomi was also stunned, and he quickly reached out and patted her on the back, "Are you okay? Drink slowly, if you can't drink, then don't drink."

"Ahem...cough...no...it's okay."

Shinkawa Yuai clutched her chest and coughed for a while, her flushed cheeks were as beautiful as the autumn sunset.

"Fujiwara, let me ask you." Her expression was a little erratic due to the drunkenness, "If I tell you that all this is not real, but a dream, what will you do?"

Nakatomi looked at her with his head sideways, and said in a hoarse voice: "For more than half a year, you have been telling me that I am not me, but another person. To be honest, in the first month of the year three years ago, when I just woke up, I also had this feeling. feeling."

"At that time, I also felt that I was not me. My memory was just forced on me by unknown forces."

Xinchuan Yuai was stunned, she was just asking casually, but she didn't expect him to say such a thing.

She was surprised and happy for a moment. She subconsciously moved forward, grabbed his collar with both hands and asked: "Yes, you are not Nakatomi Kamazu to begin with. You are Fujiwara Hoshizora. Please wake up quickly." Come here."

"It's not important." Nakatomi Kamazu shook his head, then smiled again, and said noncommittally: "At first I was very concerned about this, but later I found out that it doesn't matter at all. It doesn't matter who I am, It doesn't matter whether I am in a real world or not, as long as there is no pain here, as long as there is a place where I can feel at ease, isn't that enough."

He was lying dizzy on the floor, surrounded by a group of revelers, and through the faint pine oil lamp, he saw the shadow of Suwo Fuji.

"You are escaping." Under the dim light, the female officer's complex pupils looked very dark, "In my impression, you are not such a cowardly person, why did you become like this?"

"Enough, don't say any more." Nakatomi Kamazu closed his tired eyes, and said bitterly: "From the beginning, there have been strange voices and strange pictures in my mind. Inside are deeply mired in feelings of self-doubt and panic.”

Shinkawa Yuai looked at him with a complicated expression, and the dancing candlelight cast a few rays of light on her side face, which couldn't hide her poignant beauty.

"I don't want to go back to those days. It doesn't matter who I am, whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter."

Nakatomi lay on his back with sickle legs, tears silently flowing down his cheeks.

"I just want to be with Fuji." He clenched his fists, crushed the tears at the corners of his eyes, and looked up at her: "Mihoko, please let me go?"

Shinkawa Yuai opened her mouth, but she was so sore that she couldn't say a word.

People will always insist on accomplishing certain things because of some obsessions in their hearts, worrying about gains and losses along the way, and finally fetching water from a bamboo basket, looking around at a loss.

Since you don't want to wake up, is my effort still meaningful?She thought of this sentence, and finally felt a little sense of loss in her heart.

It was late at night, and the banquet was still going on, and everyone made more nonsense.

Su Worulu was so drunk that he couldn't straighten his upper body no matter how hard he tried, he simply lay on the chair and said to everyone: "Hahahaha, why are you all drunk, get up quickly, Go ahead and drink."

"Ah, are you still drinking?"

"Oh, my lord Su can't even walk steadily..."

"It's nothing, nothing." As soon as Soga Iruka stood up, he fell down again. With the support of the singer, he staggered to Nakatomi Kamazu, pulled him up with both hands, and came to the center of the banquet.

"Everyone in the court said that I am arrogant and domineering, but that's all bullshit." Su Wa Rulu burped and cursed, "I was just to share the emperor's worries and get rid of those evil-minded villains, Brother Zhongchen, Are you right?"

"Of course." Nakatomi responded with a smile on his face.

"So, brother Zhongchen is the person who understands me best, and the person I respect most." Su Worulu said, and sat down on the ground with a plop.

"Master Su, you should take a rest."

"It's okay, help me up, I can still drink."

"It's late at night, I have to go back."

"Wait, I still have a gift for you." Su Wolu waved his sleeves, his expression a little crazy.

"No need." Nakatomi Kamazu was also a little dizzy, "Your hospitality tonight is enough, and you gave a very good gift during the day. If this continues, I don't know how to repay you."

"From now on, you and I will work together to share the emperor's worries. Isn't this the best reward for me?"

Soga Ruka laughed strangely, staggered towards the screen surrounding the back of the living room, put his hand into the gap in the curtain, and grabbed something.

"Brother Zhongchen, this is the gift I want to give you. This is the best treasure in the world. You will never find the same gift anywhere else except mine." Unclear, but when he opened his eyes, they were filled with a strange brilliance that was almost maddening.

All the guests were silent and looked at the screen curiously, trying to see what kind of 'gift' he was talking about.

As Soga entered the deer's hand and exerted force, a section of overlapping cuffs of purple and light red plum were revealed behind the screen. The dazzling colors swayed like a blooming peony.

It turns out that the 'gift' is a person.

The guests suddenly realized.

The person who looked like a flower only leaned out half of his body, using a fan to cover his overpowering beauty, as if in a gesture of refusal.

The fancy clothes compete with the flower stamens, but they cannot decorate the wet eyes.

Nakatomi licked his feet, and the depths of his chest felt like someone was holding him tightly, and it became very uncomfortable.

She has an alluring beauty, but in the end even love is manipulated by others, and the only thing that can accompany her for a lifetime is tears.When the world of mortals cleared away and the remaining white snow remained, did the secular world ever feel sad for her?

No, even if it is recorded in the history books, it is just an unofficial history that has not been verified.

Everyone couldn't see her face, and even the fingers holding the fan were hidden in the sleeves, and only the long silver-white hair slid from her shoulders could be seen.

"Isn't this Minister Su's daughter?"

"Quick, take off the fan and let us take a look."

Someone clapped their hands, someone slapped the table, someone whistled, it was ridiculous.

Lighting a lamp in the middle of the night indicates destiny, and the beauty of the sky is waiting for someone to claim it.

"Enough!" Nakatomi roared angrily, clenched his fists, "Everyone, there is no business for you anymore, please go back on your own."

The sudden roar made all the guests present startled, and they all stared at him with dissatisfaction, with expressions of 'you are too arrogant'.

"This is my private matter, please go back."

Nakatomi urged again in a cold voice, curses and footsteps gradually resounded from the crowd.

But few people left at this point. Even if they reluctantly agreed to stand up, most of them just turned around every three steps, or hid behind the pillars and gates, and they were only willing to watch the excitement.

Su Worulu looked at what happened in front of him with a smile, without saying anything to explain.

Nakatomi took a deep breath, came behind the screen, and held her hand, the two of them clasped their fingers together and kneaded tightly.

"Let's go home." He put Su Wofuji's hand on his shoulder, and walked outside.

The guests looked here curiously, and soon they saw Nakatomi Kamazu pulling someone out, and the brightly colored clothes made an exaggerated sound.

The woman who was treated as a gift put her hands on Nakatomi's shoulders and buried her face deeply on his back, exhausted like a dead and withered flower.

The colorful dress and long white hair on her body are entangled, and they are connected with Nakatomi Kamazu's body, making a "russling" sound as she moves.

The two walked to the door with their arms, and the onlookers stepped aside.

The guard held a torch, illuminating the snow on the ground a bright red.

In the flickering flames, Nakatomi helped Fukuhime Soga into the carriage, and the moment the curtain was lowered, Mihoko walked by.

The wind and snow were sudden.

They didn't look at each other, like they were just strangers that everyone passed by every day.

After the carriage had driven for a certain distance, Nakatomi Kamatsu suddenly lifted the curtain and looked back, feeling slightly dazed.

He looked at the female official walking in the opposite direction, her long hair blown by the wind and snow, and her lonely back looked like a picture about to be burned.

Slowly, the figure in the wind and snow turned around an alley and disappeared from sight.

Misty fate, mottled gates; dry trees, tangled annual rings.

The footsteps of only one person echoed on the bluestone slate. Thousands of years later, with deep love for many generations, who else is waiting?
Nakatomi stared blankly at the falling snowflakes, thinking about which snowflake would eventually fall on her lonely shoulder and accompany her through this long life for himself.

After a long time, he smiled desolately, got back into the carriage, and hugged Su Er Fu Ji into his arms.

It was dark in the carriage, and the beautiful body like a flower was motionless.Nakatomi Kamazu smelled her slightly sweet aroma, which was so strong that it was hard to breathe.

"If you are reluctant to let go, I will let you catch up."

Suwo Fuji's voice was shallow, with a hint of sourness.

"I just want to be with you." Nakatomi murmured softly, "Even if everything is false, I just want to be with you."

"What beautiful love words, I never get tired of hearing them."

Suwo Fuji sighed leisurely, her voice melting into the quiet night.

Light snowflakes fell on the streets, on the roofs, and on the endless fields.

The empty world contains an unbreakable silence, and Xueyuefenghua sends each other affectionately with time.

(End of this chapter)