Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

"No, Mom," Nagasaki Suyo said softly, "Shirakawa-kun just made me some vegetable pasta again."

She walked towards the dining table.

While the two were having dinner, Shirakawa Haru sat on the sofa and read a fairy tale book. Compared with textbooks and reference books, he read fairy tales or poetry collections much slower.

"I'm full!" Sushi's mother leaned back on the sofa cushions, praising Shirakawa Haru's cooking skills. Nagasaki Sushi sat next to her. She asked Nagasaki Sushi, "When I come back, Sushi and Shirakawa-kun will be in the kitchen washing the utensils, right?"

"Shirakawa-kun asked me to stay with my mother for a while longer," said Nagasaki Suyo.

"We are really worthy of being mother and daughter. Su Shi, you understood what I meant before I even finished speaking." Su Shi's mother covered her forehead, as if she was very distressed.

"Mom too." Nagasaki Suyo said with her eyes wide open. Suyo's mother fell down, and Nagasaki Suyo hugged her mother's head, running her fingers into her thick black hair to comb it.

"It's so comfortable." Su Shi's mother said, "When Shirakawa-kun is done with his work, why don't you take him to our house to play? Sitting on the balcony overlooking the city, the scenery is beautiful. If you want, you can also take him to your room to stay for a while, but I don't think he would be willing even if you were willing."

"Yeah. That's certainly Shirakawa-kun's personality. Sometimes he values distance, but other times he'll get close and approach."

"That depends on whether his attitude towards boys and girls is the same. If he's only like this towards girls, then it's probably because he's never been in a relationship before and doesn't know how to face girls."

"I don't know if there's any difference in his attitude towards boys and girls, but in his school, both boys and girls like him very much."

"Okay, Mom is going back to her room to rest. Do you want to sleep with Mom tonight?" Su Shi's mother pinched Nagasaki Su Shi's face. "My daughter has grown up, and there are some things in her mind that I can't guess. After all, you are at an age when your heart is the most sensitive and your emotions are the most easily fluctuating. If you are sad about anything, just tell Mom." Then she lowered her voice and said, "Mom will sleep with you tonight, and we can have a lot of private conversations. Now, take Shirakawa-kun to play with you."

Su Shi's mother got up, went upstairs and went into her bedroom.

"Has Auntie gone to rest?" Shirakawa Haru untied his apron and hung it on the kitchen wall, then washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen. He looked towards the sofa in the living room and happened to meet Nagasaki Suyo's eyes.

"Mom went to rest." Nagasaki Suyo took a sip of fruit and vegetable juice.

"I'll leave after I finish reading the story I'm reading, 'The Selfish Giant.'" Shirakawa Haru sat on the sofa.

"Before you go, I have a view I want to show you." Nagasaki Suyo said as she walked up the stairs and returned to her room, "But you have to wait for me for a while."

Soon, Nagasaki Suyo came out of her room, having changed her clothes. It was a deep black knee-length skirt, which she had never worn since she bought it because she thought it was too gaudy and too ostentatious. The skirt was made of circles of ruffled leaves, with a dark gold hem. The waistline was very high, and only the most slender-waisted girls could fully control it. It was tied with a dark gold butterfly ribbon at the back. The neckline of the dress was a bit high, and there were delicate lace designs on the shoulders and chest.

She also put on light makeup, which made her face clean, clear, classic and charming. It is hard to imagine that these words can describe a girl in adolescence at the same time, but Nagasaki Suyo has such charm.

What caught Shirakawa Haru's attention the most was the double bass in her arms. The height from the tailpiece to the headstock was much higher than that of Nagasaki Soyo, and she had some difficulty holding it.

"How about it, am I beautiful?" Nagasaki Su turned around in front of Shirakawa Haru's eyes. The hem of her skirt was made of wintersweet, and the layers of piping and lace opened like petals. The cold air passed through the gaps in the dress and condensed into water droplets, just like the stamens spitting out nectar. At this moment, the night was attracted by it, and the dawn was willing to retreat.

"Beautiful, but aren't you cold dressed like this?" Shirakawa Haru asked Nagasaki Suyo as she opened the electric door and lights on the balcony and took him to sit on a chair on the balcony.

"Shirakawa-kun! When a girl asks a boy if she's pretty, the boy just needs to answer 'Pretty!' or 'YES!'" Nagasaki Suyo frowned slightly, but immediately relaxed. "It's cold, but when I think about the fact that I'm wearing this for Shirakawa-kun, my body heats up, gets hot, and then I'm not cold anymore."

Nagasaki Suyo invites Shirakawa Haru into the late summer night, which is colorful because of the lights of the city below. It is one of the brightest nights, and the stars in the sky are so far apart and so distant.

A bright moon gleamed softly in a corner of the sky, its patterned silver lights capturing the gentleness and beauty of the night. The city's streetlights stood far apart, each one afar, its brightness punctuated by deep, dark shadows. Venus in the sky whispered its verse to the night, to the goddess Moon, now setting out on her hunt. The night sky faded, the blue stars trembled in the distance, and the night wind swirled its song across the sky. Tonight was destined to be the scene of the most romantic poetry.

Nagasaki Suyo opened the case and took out the double bass. She unscrewed the button, lowered the tailpiece and removed the protective cover on the tailpiece, allowing the metal tip to pierce the wooden floor.

Then, a blissful sound rose high in the air! Shirakawa Haru was silent for a moment before recognizing it as "The Swan" from Saint-Saëns' "Carnival of the Animals."

Although "Swan" is usually performed on cello, the range of the double bass can be perfectly covered.

Because its range is lower and wider than that of the cello, the melody can be appropriately adjusted and adapted as needed to better play the bass advantage of the double bass and create a deeper and heavier musical atmosphere.

The night breeze ruffled Nagasaki Suyo's temples, her flaxen hair flying back and her black skirt puffing out as if torn. That finished dream drifted along under Ole Lukoie's painted umbrella. She played with ecstasy, transforming into a swan in her dream, gliding across the mirror-smooth surface of the lake, leaving behind two ripples that trembled, shattered, and slowly spread out to either side.

Shirakawa Haru stared at Nagasaki Suyo, and in his eyes she lowered her head slightly.

Then the melody starts again, and the exposition and the first theme are extended, using the technique of modulation and imitation to bring people into a state of elegance and tranquility.

The swan paddled into the water, its naturally noble neck lowered in thought, its wings opening into wounds, filling them with rose seeds.

White feathers, dripping blood, harsh winter and wintersweet; give the bitter cold stars on the elm treetops, give the snowy wind a brilliant dawn. A wounded heart becomes soil, rotten feathers turn to mud, endless tears become morning dew, and the swan becomes a bouquet of roses.

"How is it?" After the last syllable ended, Nagasaki Suyo took a deep breath.

"It's really beautiful and amazing." Shirakawa Haru kept clapping, and the sound of praise continued in the wind.

"Really? It seems my rehearsals at school were pretty good." Nagasaki Suyo smiled. "Shirakawa-kun, look at that park downstairs, isn't there a small lake?"

"I didn't see it." Shirakawa Haru looked for a while, but did not find the small lake that Nagasaki Suyo mentioned.

"Really? I must have seen it wrong. It's a bit cold." Nagasaki Motoyo put away her double bass and lay on the railing with Shirakawa Haru to enjoy the breeze. Shirakawa Haru went from the balcony to the living room to get his coat back and put it on Nagasaki Motoyo.

"Thank you, I'm much warmer now." Nagasaki Suyo blew hot air on her hands. "Next time, I should wear thicker stockings before going out. Shirakawa-kun, do you know what different types of stockings girls wear?"

"I don't know." Shirakawa Haru answered immediately, "I only know there are white and black ones."

Intermittent music.

Nagasaki Suyo reflected that when she had just played "Swan," she had arbitrarily adapted and adjusted some of the rhythm to suit her mood. The small lake she had seen didn't exist; it was just an illusion.

The intermittent music is the most beautiful or gentle night, with the stars of a day.

On the stems of memory, who doesn't have two or three graceful flowers, draped in the flowers of emotion, namelessly unfolding the fragrance of wild lotus, each petal a moonlit speck in the quiet. The wind blows over the lake, ruffling feathers, or curling rose-like flowers in hair.

Those things that sink to the bottom are my memories. They are my own happiness, which lasted only a few weeks, and the scars all over my body. Let them sink to the bottom forever, until next year's spring breeze will smooth out the waves, Nagasaki Suyo thought.

"Shirakawa-kun, is there anything else you want to see or get?" Nagasaki Suyo turned her head and stared at Shirakawa Haru. "This is the scenery I want to show you: me in a beautiful dress, a sky full of stars, a bright moon, a performance dedicated to you, and..."

"I'm already very satisfied." Baichuan Qing looked at the city below the balcony, "Thank you for letting me see all this."

"But I'm not satisfied yet. There are more scenes I want to show you, and there are more..." The wind was blowing hard, and the wild lotus flowers growing in the small lake, which had not yet completely withered, sent a faint fragrance and every bit of moonlight on the petals, tearing and crushing Nagasaki Suyo's voice.

"and this……"

Shirakawa Haru didn't hear clearly.

But he could clearly feel the hot breath, charming eyes, flaxen hair with the fragrance of lavender and a soft and cool kiss, all falling on his lips.

Taking a leave for New Year's Day, this is the author's rambling, don't subscribe!

I wrote too late last night and I'm not feeling well today, so I'm taking a day off.

In order to make up the word count, let me tell you something fun or interesting:

First, BYD’s review said that the part I wrote before contained sensitive content (it was the single chapter where Xiangzi and the male protagonist came into contact, and the theme was kissing). They said there was something wrong with me, so I definitely breathed in and out, “Then I ask you, then I ask you, what’s wrong with what I wrote? Is this pure love? Isn’t it just a mouth-to-mouth kiss? Did I write something vulgar? No, right? Then I ask you, then I ask you, why is your head so pointed?” Now there is still a chapter that was rejected by the review and has not been released. I can’t beat the reviewers. Shen was angry. “Then I ask you, then I ask you!”

What comes next: words with a pointy head.

Oh, the title of that chapter is "Ridiculous Kiss", and the content is that Xiangzi said, "Look at my divine power, I'm indestructible!" He directly grabbed the male protagonist and kissed him fiercely with the help of control skills...Okay, I admit that I really wanted to write it in a more gorgeous way. In short, the body is becoming more and more aroused, but the mind is sober, and the body leads the mind forward... Anyway, I don't think it is astringent.

"Then let me ask you, why is your head so pointy?"

I'll revise it tonight and see if I can release it.

If readers who haven’t read it want to read it, just send me a private message and add my QQ and I will send it to you.

Second, I write very slowly, really very slowly, and I can’t write faster even if I want to.

When I read other people's writing, I always wonder why the heroine falls in love with the hero so "simply". It feels like: the hero saves the heroine, and then the heroine naturally likes him, which makes sense, but I always feel that it is too casual and simple. I think liking and loving are complicated things (haha, it's really complicated, I don't understand it, anyway, I've never been in a relationship.jpg). Try to write about the changes in emotions and the feelings towards the hero after going through certain things with him.

I have spent some space describing Su Shi and He Mu, but if you think about it carefully, it is actually just a few things. The most important thing is what they got from the male protagonist in these things.

Is this emotional shift reasonable and normal? I'm still wondering if Nagasaki Motoyo and Chihaya Aine's love for the protagonist seems too casual. Feel free to share your thoughts on this, dear readers.

If I want to write in a delicate way, I can't write fast, so I try to speed up the pace.

This is my first full-length serialized book, so there are many shortcomings.

Third, let me tell you a funny story. Yesterday I typed from 8 o'clock to 6 o'clock in the morning. I was a little confused after finishing typing. I originally thought that Su Shi would kiss the male protagonist's face in the night breeze, but for some reason I suddenly wrote lips.

It may be because:

"But he could clearly sense the hot breath, the charming eyes, the flaxen hair that smelled of lavender, and the soft, cool kiss that fell on his lips."

"But he could clearly feel the hot breath, the charming eyes, the flaxen hair that smelled of lavender, and the soft, cool kiss that fell on his face."

Reading the word "lips" together with the face makes the emotion deeper and smoother.

So I just wrote it down without thinking.

After all, for me, the difference in the implications between kissing the face and kissing the mouth is really huge.

I wanted to change it, but after thinking about it, I decided not to - I had clearly kissed the lips of the boy I admired, but it was changed to the cheek. Isn't this unfair to Nagasaki Suyo?

Although this idea is a bit strange, I do have such considerations.

Apart from that, in my impression (just my opinion), Su Shi is indeed the kind of girl who is very emotional and does things without considering the consequences.

(Actually, I think all teenage girls are like this… lush flowers will eventually wither. Thinking of my own future, withered and scattered, I feel it's better to go wild while I'm at my most beautiful. After all, this is their most beautiful time. You unfold like a thousand-petaled flower! Each petal is vibrant and beautiful, and even more fragrant, that gentle, intoxicating floral scent accompanies the cool evening air. Whether the petals float in the gentle breeze, flowing through a clear mountain stream, or are scattered and withered by a strong wind, they are both beautiful. The former is a youthful, graceful, and sweet beauty, the latter is a withered, scattered beauty.)

So I think it's perfectly normal for Sushi to kiss the hero here, something Sushi could do. She puts on a skirt, exposing her thighs, puts on light makeup, and, holding a double bass, takes you to the balcony alone to watch the night view of Tokyo. Honestly, this is a fantastic place for a kiss, and you might never get such a good opportunity again. It's also a place where you can sublimate your emotions. When the emotions are there, your heart is throbbing, and the tide of adolescence sweeps over everything. Don't overthink it, just enjoy it all. Even if it's just a minute here, it's enough to enjoy a lifetime.

Anyway, we kissed.

So after I finished writing it, I woke up and remembered that I wanted Su Shi to kiss the male protagonist's face, not Shirakawa Haru's lips!

There is also a romantic explanation: It was Su Shi who wanted to kiss Shirakawa Haru herself, and it has nothing to do with me.

By the way, I wanted Su Shi to wear a hat, but then I thought, wouldn't it be too weird to play the violin with a hat on? I thought it was weird, so I gave up.

Fourth, I originally wanted Su Shi to play "The Wanderer's Song," but I thought that song, while a bit... well, perhaps too poignant, so I opted for Saint-Saëns' "Swan" (a piece I really like and can play on cello, though not very well), which perfectly matched Su Shi's dream.

Fifth, the number of words the author updates every day is very irregular, and there is a reason for this: mainly because the author feels that today's story must be completed before it can be published. If it is published without writing something, it always feels a bit weird... My friend said that I will not break the chapter... I just want to write it more completely.

Sixth, after finishing each chapter, I always wonder: Did I write well? Does my writing flow smoothly? How is my writing style? Have I effectively applied the knowledge I learned from reading every day? (I can only let my lovely readers answer this question for me. After all, readers have read a lot of books and can help me compare them to others.) I am very satisfied when I write, but I am not satisfied after I finish it.

I seem to be a bit of a perfectionist.

12. My waist is a little uncomfortable... I originally thought that I could maintain 6k daily updates during the mid-December holiday, but I still failed to do it... I'll see if I can do it in mid-January.

Ah, I'm a little lazy. Not just a little lazy, but really lazy!

To borrow the description of the Great Old One Tsathoggua, I am in a state of "holy laziness."

I've written a lot without realizing it, it's already 2k. I've almost said everything I wanted to say, so I won't continue to take up your time.

Going to read.

Oh, and I also have to elbow each other with the reviewers.

man!

Everyone, go to bed early today. Happy New Year 2025!

Chapter 135: Remember to keep our affairs confidential

"And so, tonight's story finally comes to an end." Nagasaki Suyo's bound long hair had unfurled in the evening breeze at some point, the incense-scented strands frozen in amber. The flaxen color in the amber blew away like a cloud, like smoke. Her long eyelashes drooped melancholy, and her voice was clear and distant, like a song, "Shirakawa-kun, don't overthink it."

Before Baichuan Qing could react and open her mouth to move away, she stretched out her hands, pressed on Baichuan Qing's chest and pushed hard, and then her lips separated, the hot breath turned cold, the warm cheeks gradually faded away, and the hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind.

This kiss, a light taste, is like warm snow under the scorching sun, a glimpse of the stars and moon in the snow, with the glow of dawn and dusk shining through it.

"Nagasaki-san..." Shirakawa Haru looked at Nagasaki Suyo expressionlessly. His gentle and mellow voice hardened as he forced himself to appear indifferent. "What were you doing just now?"

He didn't want to make that face to a girl who had just kissed him, but it was really inappropriate.

Takamatsu Touma, Chihaya Aine, Toyokawa Shoko, Kaname Rakuna, and even Suho Yuki.

These girls kissed his face and lips one after another. Just when his mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure out the current situation, Nagasaki Suyo kissed him again without him being prepared.

If it was just one child, he could spend his whole life slowly sorting out his relationship with her.

Suddenly, one girl after another broke into his life. They danced and walked over freely. They stepped on the sand piles in front of them and jumped lightly over the stairs. They knocked on the door, and the iron lock on the door fell automatically. Then they broke into his house and destroyed and ransacked everything.

His room was a mess. He was sleeping and when he fell asleep he heard the sound of dust being swept in the room. When he woke up, the room was brand new.

On the desk by the window, his half-written poem had wet ink marks on it, and the scent of ink lingered:

You are mine, a half-finished poem, half of which I love with my heart and half of which I bury with my body. You are mine, a half-finished poem, and I will not allow anyone to change a single word of it.

Looking at the completed poem, he wanted to know who had touched his pen, but there were more than two people's handwriting on the poem.

So he couldn't think of or guess who had invaded his life.

Maybe it's everyone, he just can't figure it out.

"Shirakawa-kun helped me a lot today." Nagasaki Suyo looked down at the bustling streets of Tokyo from above, her expression calm. "So, I wanted to give Shirakawa-kun a little reward. Besides, I'm especially happy today, not only because Mom came home to have dinner with me, but also because Shirakawa-kun is visiting my home... So many things are surging in my heart, I can't explain it, but I'm just very happy."

She turned around, her expression was very pale, even a little ashen, and her whole face was bloodless, like a princess squatting in a pavilion with her knees hugged in the wind and snow, waiting for the ice and snow to bury her.

She blinked and smiled wearily. "Shirakawa-kun, you said before that you wanted to read a music book and that you like reading poetry, so I thought you might like the music I play, not the bass, but the violin. I want to give you one of my songs. That's all I had in mind."

"But I feel it's not enough, not enough. Shirakawa-kun, I changed into my favorite skirt. I haven't worn it since I bought it, but I wanted to wear it for you tonight. I also put on some light makeup. Why? Can Shirakawa-kun understand this feeling?" Nagasaki Suyo wrapped her fur coat a little tighter around her and then said in a dreamy tone, "I had a dream. In the dream, I turned into a swan, swimming in a pond, blood dripping from my injured wings... Actually, there's not much to say about this dream. The story is monotonous and boring, but I just like it very much."

"The wind on the balcony is very strong. I'm very cold in my skirt, so cold that my teeth are chattering. The old me would have been unable to bear it and would have run back to the living room to make a cup of black tea to warm myself up. It's strange, as long as I think of Shirakawa-kun by my side, and looking at me with amazing eyes, I don't feel cold." Nagasaki Suyo tilted her head, her long hair falling, blocking half of her cheek, letting her blue eyes hide the moon and starlight. The slightly cool emotions spread out like silk threads, and entangled in the nameless night wind. "This feeling, Shirakawa-kun, can you understand? In fact, you don't understand, right?"

"It doesn't matter." Nagasaki Suyo sighed softly, leaning against the balcony railing again, looking at the outline of the blue mountains in the distance, where dark clouds were rising. "I don't understand either."

She was telling the truth.