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Chapter 209 The Last of "The Little Prince"

On Friday night, Jun Matsueda knocked on the door of Room 506 before taking out his key to open it.

Unexpectedly, Wangyue Yao was not in her bedroom, but at the dining table, holding the bowl in one hand and drinking porridge with a spoon in the other.

"Did you make dinner yourself?" He sat down in front of the girl.

"Well, I kind of wanted to eat some porridge, so I tried to make it." Mochizuki Haruka licked the porridge stains at the corner of her mouth and put the empty bowl into the sink.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?" The girl turned on the faucet, turned her back to Matsueda Jun and started washing the pots and dishes.

"Didn't you say you were going to see the Little Prince musical this weekend? You haven't told me the time yet."

Jun Matsueda looked at Mochizuki Haruka's back. He felt relieved by the girl's increasingly independent attitude. As for the complicated and unspeakable feelings in his heart, they were like reefs buried deep in the sea and did not attract his attention.

"Then why don't you just ask me directly on Line?" Her tone was calm, and she seemed rational and restrained.

Wangyue Yao put the rinsed small bowl on the table at the side. The girl liked to wash and rinse one by one. No one told her that this would waste more water.

"Actually, I don't really like communicating with others using electronic devices."

Matsueda Jun made his tone humorous. He felt that Mochizuki Haruka seemed to be in a bad mood today.

"That's a good habit." The girl put the washed dishes into the cupboard, turned around and smiled at him through the kitchen glass.

"This way I can see you more often."

If Jun Matsueda wanted her to be happy, she would never show sadness.

"So what time?"

The girl walked out of the kitchen and took out her cell phone from her pocket with her wet hands. She tapped a few times on the screen and looked up at Jun Matsueda.

"Tomorrow morning at nine, is that okay?"

"No problem." Jun Matsueda walked into the kitchen and passed by Haruka Mochizuki. The girl was taking off her apron and her raised arm brushed against his shoulder.

Fireworks immediately exploded in her heart, one after another, and the girl had no choice but to sit down at the dining table again and cover her face with her hands.

"What a useless guy," she said to herself.

The boy walked out of the kitchen with a half-wet rag and wiped the dining table. "Don't forget to clean up the dining table next time."

"Oh." The girl covered her eyes and didn't look at him.

Jun Matsueda returned to the kitchen, washed the rag and hung it on the wall, then walked to the entrance to change his shoes.

"Then I'll go back. See you tomorrow morning."

There was no response from behind him. He hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the girl lying on the table. "Are you in a bad mood today?"

"No." Mochizuki Yao didn't look up, her voice muffled as she buried her head in her arms. "I just stayed up all night watching a movie last night."

"Let's go." The girl stretched out her left hand and waved it in his direction. "You have to stay with me all day tomorrow."

Does watching a musical take a whole day? Jun Matsueda closed the door, and after a brief, muffled thud, the entryway fell silent again.

Mochizuki Yao was still lying on the table, the solid wood floor under her feet was as shiny as a mirror. After a few minutes, she spoke to the blurry reflection of her face on the floor.

"Seeing through my heart, is this a natural talent you acquired without a teacher?"

On Saturday morning, when Jun Matsueda woke up, he felt the cold outside the quilt again.

He didn't have the habit of turning on the heating before sleeping. After struggling in the quilt for forty seconds longer than usual, he threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and opened the curtains.

"It's gotten cold again, as expected."

The streets are covered in snow, and snowflakes are falling outside the window again.

I opened the bedroom door and saw Lai Qi Yang Shi next door still sleeping. In this kind of weather, she would probably get up quite late, so I let her take care of her breakfast by herself.

As usual, toast, fried eggs, and milk were served. While waiting for the pan to heat up, he went out to room 506. Hearing the door open, Mochizuki Haruka emerged from the bathroom and peeked out from behind the wall. The girl's slightly wavy black hair hung down as she brushed her teeth, the thick white foam covering her mouth.

"Shall I have your share of breakfast?"

She shook her head. Matsueda Jun was a little surprised. Mochizuki Haruka ran back to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and ran back. The sound on the floor was like a minuet.

"I bought rice balls yesterday."

Matsueda Jun nodded, "See you later then."

Mochizuki Haruka took out a box of rice balls and milk from the refrigerator. She had prepared these long ago to give herself an excuse not to go to the next room.

Otherwise, the determination she had made with great difficulty would begin to waver again.

By the time Matsueda Jun closed the heavy security door, Mochizuki Haruka was already holding onto the corridor railing, looking at the snow outside.

"Today's snow is the most like Hokkaido." The girl didn't look back. The boy stood behind her, his eyes looking over her thin shoulders.

"The snowflakes were large, clean, light, and fell slowly, just like the snow in Hokkaido."

"Let's go~" Mochizuki Haruka turned around and gave him a faint smile, "Today's destination is the New National Theatre."

A black car stopped in front of Shibuya Hatsudai Station. The girl opened the door, her black leather boots touching the ground. She opened her umbrella, and a few snowflakes floated down in front of her eyes, sticking to the hem of her coat.

Jun Matsue got off the car from the other side, walked to her side with an umbrella, and looked at the new National Theatre in front of him—a huge white building with a strong sense of design and stacked rectangular spaces.

“It’s my first time watching a musical.”

"My aunt used to take me to see it, but this is my first time watching The Little Prince."

The girl took steps to lead the way, and Matsueda Jun followed behind her. The snow outside fell faster and faster, but it ultimately failed to catch up with the two of them.

They passed the square pool at the entrance and crossed the open-air courtyard reminiscent of an ancient Roman theater. The stone-carved circular terraced seating was already covered with snow. They circled the courtyard. The theater had just opened, and there were few people in sight. Only the repetitive sound of two people's footsteps, one light and one heavy, echoed through the space.

Stepping onto the wide retro stone stairs, Jun Matsueda looked at the back of the girl in front of him. The two-hundred-meter-long staircase corridor had a translucent arched glass roof. The sunlight passed through the snow on the top floor, casting mottled light and shadow on Mochizuki Haruka's body.

Mochizuki Haruka was very quiet today, so quiet that it made Matsueda Jun feel a little uncomfortable.

This kind of silence was different from the past. She no longer gave him a lonely look, nor did she have a pitiful temperament. The girl walked in front of him without looking back, without stopping, with a mature sense of relief.

Today wouldn't be just about watching a musical, Jun Matsueda thought.

The girl was ready, and he had no intention of escaping.

The two walked into the theater. Under the gaze of the towering grand roof and the densely packed seats, the young boy and girl who stepped into the hall seemed particularly small.

Many audience members have already taken their seats, and the whispers of people seem particularly distant in the vast space.

The seat chosen by Mochizuki Haruka was in the middle of the second-floor auditorium, a terrace-style space with some distance from the surrounding audience, and the audio-visual effect was exciting.

After taking their seats, the girl, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke, "Today is the troupe's last day in Tokyo. We're pretty lucky."

The lights in the entire venue dimmed, and in the vast and quiet darkness, Mochizuki's eyes looked at Matsueda Jun and revealed the sadness that he had been suppressing for a long time.

"Matsueda, this is the last copy of The Little Prince."

Jun Matsueda felt the girl's gaze in the inky silence. When he tried to look her in the eye, she turned her head away and looked at the stage that was lit up in the dim light.

The man stood alone on the stage, his loud and clear voice echoing in the space.

"I ask the children to forgive me for dedicating this story to an adult."

Silence is a common tacit understanding, and the distant light is reflected in the pupils of the two.

The final "The Little Prince" begins.

(End of this chapter)