Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 295 A Bright Future
Jian Shangai quickly found all the photos with poems written on them and placed them on the table as evidence.

"What a wonderful poem!" She had to read it four times in one go before she could speak and exclaim in admiration.

But that's about it.

It's rare for a modern person to be overjoyed by a poem.

First, he has read a lot of poetry, more than most ancient poets, and all of it is A-level poetry.
Second, under the impact of modern entertainment, people don't have much feeling for poetry.

It's unclear whether she has both, but given her reading habits, she must have at least had the first one—she's already read a large number of excellent poetry collections.

This shows that she is cultured and refined, which is why she has watched it so many times.

“This is definitely my favorite gift this year,” said Ai.

"It doesn't have to be your favorite, as long as you like it," said Aoyama Rido.

"Well then, I must take my leave."

Ono Mizuki instinctively wanted to say 'So fast,' but she held back, remembering that today was Mikami Ai's birthday.

The young lady's birthday must be just as busy as her wedding.

Seeing that Ai was putting the photos away again, she brought up another matter: "Mika-senpai, could I borrow Aoyama-kun for a while?"

"Excuse me?" Ono Mika was confused.

Her only question was about the purpose of borrowing Aoyama Risa, not why Aoyama Risa was being borrowed from her.

“I want to go somewhere, and I hope he can take me there on his motorcycle and protect me at the same time.” (See the explanation above.)

"Where's your car?" Aoyama asked.

"Just pretend I'm wanted today and have to change my mode of transportation." Seeing Ai carefully put the photos away, she asked, "Is that alright?"

"It's possible, but please be careful," Mika Ono said.

“No,” Aoyama replied.

Both of their conversations contained omissions, but what exactly was omitted is open to interpretation.

The four of them arrived at the garage, where the heat was unbearable.

Ono Mizuki glanced at Aya's snow-white arms, said "Senpai, wait for me a moment," and ran back into the house.

A little while later, she brought over a very large shirt.

"When you see the senior student, give it to her!"

"Thank you." Jian Shang Ai smiled and accepted it.

"Why did you take my clothes?" Aoyama protested.

Mizuki Ono didn't explain at all, but instead said, "Brother, be careful on the road."

"Don't worry," Aoyama Ryo assured him again.

He saw that Shang Ai had put on a shirt, a helmet, and got on a motorcycle.

She gently placed her hands on Aoyama Risa's shoulders.

Her clothes didn't match her helmet or motorcycle at all, but she was so beautiful that even if she were dressed as a bunny girl and flying on a sword, she would be so beautiful that Chinese people would be speechless.

"Let's go." After saying that, Aoyama Risa twisted the accelerator and lifted his foot off the ground.

The motorcycle slowly and steadily drove out of the garage, like a gentle wild beast.

The two people and their car entered the street and then disappeared around the corner.

Once on the main road, Aoyama Risa began to speed up.

He followed the route given by Ai.

I considered braking suddenly halfway through—the reason for doing so is self-evident, but I didn't take any action.

Despite his strong reactions and wild fantasies, he wouldn't do these things intentionally.

So he could only secretly hope that something would happen that would force him to come to an abrupt halt.

For example, a car that changes lanes without permission, a high school girl who suddenly appears on a bicycle, a high school boy who goes out to buy games, a middle-aged man who gets fired from his job, and so on.

No.

Not a single one!

Was it because his driving skills were too good? Did he anticipate all possible dangers and brake slowly in advance every time?
She has a great butt, but her breasts are also very large!

From this incident, Qingshan learned a lesson: one's driving skills shouldn't be too good, otherwise accidents are likely to occur.

And so, the two arrived at a temple.

"Where is this?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

“My grandma,” said Ai.

"Grandma became a nun?" Aoyama asked curiously.

"He has passed away."

Should I offer my condolences?
Aoyama Risa followed behind her without saying a word, taking off the helmet he had intended as a sun protection measure.

Looking at the girl in the shirt in front of him, Aoyama Risa could only say: Why don't you take it off!

She was still wearing a helmet when she saw him.

Whether it was because of the hot weather or because there weren't many people in the temple, the two didn't encounter any monks and went directly to the cemetery.

I saw that Shang Ai was standing in front of a grave, without flowers, without hands clasped together, and still without taking off her helmet.

The cicadas' chirping was deafening, the sunlight was intense, and the two seemed to be locked in a battle.

Aoyama Ryo stood quietly behind her.

The heat was unbearable, and sweat poured down my face.

“Grandma was a concubine,” Ai said calmly. “After giving birth to my father, she was kicked out of the house, kept company with cats, and eventually died alone.”

Aoyama Rin didn't know what to say.

"Grandpa thought Father was being immature, but he knew everything. Yet he said nothing, only resolutely refusing to have a son."

Her tone remained unchanged, and she spoke calmly, as if it were none of her business.

“Every year on my birthday, I think of these painful memories passed down through generations,” she said.

“I’m sorry.” Aoyama Ryou looked at the slender shoulders.

Seeing that Shang Ai smiled gently, she said, "I've said it before, I have no worries. Being born is indeed a big worry, but I've overcome it over the years and won't punish myself for other people's mistakes."

"Clap, clap." Aoyama Risa gently clasped his hands together.

Seeing Ai turn around, through the helmet, in the dark world, Aoyama Risa clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and closed his eyes.

Looking down, he saw his helmet tucked between his legs.

See above for love: "."

She couldn't help but smile and reached out to help him take it.

As everyone knows, anyone who makes this gesture in front of any man, even if the man has his eyes closed, will subconsciously stick out their buttocks.

"What are you doing?" Aoyama Risa asked, sticking his butt out.

"I wanted to help you carry it, what's wrong?" Seeing that Shang Ai was puzzled, she didn't understand these things.

All she could think of now was that Aoyama Risa's buttocks were indeed very perky.

“Let’s go,” said Ai.

"Aren't you going to offer sacrifices?" Aoyama Risa took the helmet into his own hands.

"As long as the intention is there."

The two walked out of the cemetery. Because it was too hot, they went to a nearby coffee shop to sit for a while and each ordered a drink.

"You're treating?" Aoyama asked.

“I paid for the gas,” said Ai-dao.

"The gas money was a gift from my friend."

Today is my birthday.

Then there's no way.

The two sipped their iced drinks, allowing the heat in their hearts and all their emotions to slowly subside.

Gradually, their presence blended into the relaxed atmosphere of the Sunday afternoon café.

"Who named you 'Kimi-sama'?" Aoyama Rika asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Jian Shang asked with a smile.

"I hope it's your father, but it's more likely to be your mother."

“She is a friend of my mother’s, and also my friend’s mother, an aunt named Kiyono—she is one of my friend’s mothers.”

"Wait a moment." Aoyama Ryo tidied up a bit.

Then he said, "You rich people are so chaotic!"

“You’re broke, but aren’t you still in a mess?” said Ai.

"Hahahaha!" Aoyama Risa laughed loudly.

Seeing that Ai also smiled.

The two have reached a point where they can tease each other about their families.

"Everyone says that I am so pretty because of my name. Even Kiyono's own daughter, Mari, who is very close to Yaeko, is not as pretty as me, just a little bit less so."

"That's just one side of the story, I reserve my opinion," Aoyama Risa said with a smile. However, someone who could make Aoi say "I'm just a little bit short" must be an absolute beauty.

Ai doesn't usually compare her looks with others. Before this Miss Mari appeared, only Yaeko Miyase was used as a stepping stone by her.

In Aoyama Osamu's opinion, Mikami Ai and Miyako Yaeko look similar, only their temperaments are different.

One is elegant and serene, the other is beautiful and aloof.

"By the way, tell me the truth, which of the poems I wrote for you is your favorite?"

"It's not fair that you're always asking me questions, so I'll ask you one too."

"Okay." Qingshan Li nodded.

"Where did you copy this from?" See the above question on iAsk.

That auntie surnamed Kiyono has no taste!
Is this 'love at first sight'? More like 'a nightmare for ghosts'!

“After today, I will challenge you to a duel,” said Aoyama Risa.

"My treat." After saying that, he sipped his iced drink as if he had won.

"Yes, I copied it. The original author is a new novelist named Koito."

The two chatted for a while, then paid the bill and left.

Seeing that Aoi was very busy today, you could tell how busy she was from the fact that she wanted to escape and have lunch at Ono Aoyama's house—so busy that she wanted to run away.

The 62S was parked in front of the coffee shop, attracting the frequent glances of the few passersby.

"Goodbye."

"Yes, happy birthday."

Seeing Ai get into the car with the photo album, she left the helmet with Aoyama Ryo.

Just as the car door closed, Aoyama Risa suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Mine."

The car door closed.

".clothing."

Inside the car, Shang Ai smiled.

"Miss, shall we go back now?" the female driver asked.

"Hmm." Jian Shang reopened the photo album.

In the end, she still didn't answer which song she liked best.

If you ask which song is the best, it's definitely one of the nine, but if you ask her which song she likes the most, it's not one of the nine.

The nine poems did not contain the kind of relationship she desired.

It's not cold and heartless, like a greeting from artificial intelligence; Jiu Shou also has feelings, but it's more like the kind of feelings he has for his motherland, for his heroes, for his alma mater, and for his friends.

She preferred the few poems that sounded clumsy, like those written by a middle school student.

Hmm—if you look closely, it's actually only at the level of a fifth or sixth grader.

If Aoyama Rin knew, he would definitely say: "What kind of child in fifth or sixth grade can write such a poem? Do they even know all the characters?!"
She would say: Me.

Then, he challenged her to a duel again.

She smiled when she saw him.

◇

It was a rare opportunity to go out with 'Koyama', so Aoyama Risa took a short detour to bond with it.

Before going home, I made sure it was well-fed and watered—and filled up with gas before heading back.

The car smoothly drove into the garage, and Aoyama Risa took off his helmet.

At that moment, his eyes caught sight of Shang Ai's helmet, and after a moment's hesitation, he picked it up.

I leaned in and took a sniff, carefully inhaling the aroma.

"reason"

Aoyama Ryo turned his head and saw Ono Mika standing at the garage door.

"Sister Meihua, I just wanted to smell if there was any body odor to make sure I needed to wash. Do you believe me?"

"Aoyama, you're back, go take a shower." Ono Mika smiled.

"Sister Meihua! I'm serious, I really do dislike her, I really do!"

Aoyama Rin was still not honest enough.

He lied.

What he really wanted to confirm was the taste of tears.

Back inside, before he could continue explaining, Ono Mizuki gave him a curious look and asked, "Where's your shirt?"

"It's all your fault! She took my clothes!"

"Huh?" Ono Mizuki found it amusing. "Didn't I return it to you?"

“Perhaps he forgot.” Aoyama Ryo sat down.

"Maybe tomorrow they'll ask you, 'Young man, is this gold shirt yours, or this silver shirt yours, or this black shirt?'"

"The River Goddess?"

"Brother, is the River God richer, or is Senior Sister richer?" Ono Mizuki asked curiously.

Qingshan pondered for a while.

Then he realized that just thinking about this question was enough to prove just how rich Aoi was.

If the River God's abilities are merely "golden axe and silver axe," then even seeing love can make one a god.

◇

That night, after the banquet, Jian Shang Ai and her parents returned to the unassuming temple.

This time they brought flowers.

Upon arriving at the cemetery, in the dim light, a bunch of purple flowers already adorned Grandma's grave.

He glanced at his father, stared silently at the tombstone, as if he had become the tombstone himself, and then communicated with the other.

"You've been here?" the mother asked in a low voice.

"No," Ai replied, placing the flowers she had brought in front of the grave.

After leaving the cemetery, they found the temple abbot and asked who had sent the bouquet of flowers in front of the grave.

“Only two people wearing motorcycle helmets came during the day, one of whom returned with a bouquet of purple flowers; perhaps it was him,” the abbot recalled.

He nodded to his father.

On the way back, she saw her mother smiling and saying to her daughter, "I heard that Xiao Ba recently bought a motorcycle and gave it to that boy?"

"It might be them. I didn't expect Yaeko to be such a good woman."

"Is she a good woman? Choosing a date location in her friend's grandmother's cemetery, is that really not a good thing?"

“I’ll criticize her when we get back.”

"When will you bring him to see me?" the father finally asked.

“He even wears a helmet when he sees Grandma, let alone when he sees you,” the mother said with a smile.

"He seems to be a womanizer?" the father said again.

"He said that all men like beautiful girls, is that true?" Jian Shangai asked curiously.

She saw her mother smiling as she looked at her husband.

"The shallow views of young people."

“You’ve seen a lot.” The mother’s tone rose and fell.

"You should know your own limits." He didn't speak again upon seeing his father.

The mother and daughter smiled.

Once on the bus, he saw his father and realized that this wouldn't do; he had no status whatsoever.

So he said in a lecturing tone, "When you have time, go to your Aunt Kiyono's house and thank them for the gift."

Seeing that Shang Ai was puzzled, she asked, "Aunt Lin is abroad. The gift she sent this time was a blessing message from her and her husband. Do we need to express our gratitude separately?"

The couple's blessings were relayed by their daughter, Mari.

My wonderful niece fell in love at first sight.

You are exceptionally intelligent and outstanding.

A bright future lies ahead of you.

Seeing her mother gently stroking her daughter's hair, she smiled and said, "If you feel that your future is not bright, you can go to them or your Aunt Kujo. She also has some responsibility."

I understand now.

“I will go,” she nodded.

This is a very heavy promise.

If the family has many heirs, she will become the first in line simply because of this blessing.

However, the bright future that Aunt Rin and the others guaranteed only included health, safety, not being bullied, and a successful career.

However, in the bright future she desires, Aoyama Rin must be included. What help can they possibly offer?
A truly bright future for Jian Shang Ai still requires her own efforts.

(End of this chapter)