My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

"drink wine?"

"Don't drink."

"Drink some."

"Then a little...cough cough~~" Fujiwara Hoshizora coughed violently, his throat seemed to be burned by fire, and it hurts fiercely.

The chandelier on the bar trembled slightly, and even the light became trembling.

Su Wo Liyi frowned, looking at his hair wet from the rain, a few strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead, eyes gleaming with unknown meaning.

It's really good-looking. After watching for a while, I can't bear to look away...

She shook her head, expelled the strange thoughts, and then handed a pot of tea from the bar.

"Don't drink when you are underage. I don't want the cafeteria to be closed for rectification because of this."

There was also a handkerchief that was handed over with the tea.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Hoshizora took the towel and wiped his hair. At the same time, he put the tea on the bar in front of him, then looked at Doko Ibaraki and said, "I am surprised that you will be here. I thought you should be in Tokyo at this time. ."

"I was caught off guard by you, even if I was in Tokyo, it was of no use." Doko Ibaraki used the icebreaker to tumble the ice in the ice bucket seriously, "Speaking of which I am a little curious, how did you know my plan? Although the bride knows a little bit, she won't know so much detail either."

That's a lot of thanks for Selti's shadow... Fujiwara Hoshizora took a sip of tea and asked tentatively, "So, do you have any plans next?"

Ibaraki gave him a meaningful look, "Do you think I can say it?"

"I just ask casually. If you don't say it, I won't suffer. If you say it, I will earn it." Fujiwara Starry sky did not look at him again, but sipped the free cake on the bar.

Well, it's very sweet and delicious, I don't know if Su Wo Liyi made it by myself.

Doko Ibaraki put the wine glass on the bar and looked at the bar for a while before asking, "Do you still remember the report in your school newspaper about you and Xia Xilin?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora did not answer, he went on to add: "[Low Desire Society: Young people who have lost their future before stepping out of the campus.] This is this report, the writing is really great, don't you think?"

I wrote this, can it be great... Fujiwara Hoshizora shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and asked in a relaxed tone, "Why did you mention this?"

"Because it's so good." Ibaraki filled his glass with whiskey and talked a lot.

"This country is becoming less and less viable."

"Young people in their 20s are talking about the "semi-retirement life". They only work two days a week and have all rest for the remaining five days."

"Working in the least class, earning the least money, keeping the desire to consume to the lowest, the only goal is to live. They follow a life philosophy that is completely different from that of their parents: anyway, hard work will not get better, it is better not to work hard at the beginning. They are wasting every day as they should, and they have no confidence in the future of the country and their own future."

Ibaraki took another sip and asked, "Do you know why this happened?"

Without waiting for Fujiwara Hoshizora to answer, he went on to say to himself: "It is a clan, a clan society draped in a modern system! All the resources of this country are monopolized in the hands of a few people, and the officials' sons will become Officials and entrepreneurs’ sons will still become entrepreneurs. Young people simply cannot squeeze into the upper class circle through struggle. Why do they have to work hard?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora took a sip of whiskey silently, and the smell of the wine made him frown.

"The measures taken by the current government are becoming more and more unpopular, and the people who originally supported it are becoming more and more frustrated and disappointed with it. Everyone only needs a fire to ignite the anger in their hearts..." Ibaraki Toko drank and used the bar. The dim light spoke slowly, "All signs indicate that the career I have been fighting for will soon..."

"Career?" Fujiwara Star asked incomprehensibly: "Your career means wanting to rebel?"

"No, you are wrong." Ibaraki shook his head and said firmly: "You are wrong, my career is to have another "October Revolution"."

When he said this, there was light in the monster's eyes.

Fujiwara Star couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and a bright flag floated in front of him in a daze.

Ibaraki drank the whiskey in his glass one sip after another, "This country has been ruled by the clan for too long. If this system is not completely destroyed, the whole society will only decline more and more."

"So..." Fujiwara Starry sky swallowed the last bite of the cake with difficulty, and hesitated: "Are you planning to overthrow the existing political system and establish a brand new regime?"

"That's right." Ibaraki nodded, "I will follow the path conceived in the 1960s and 1970s."

"Why do you have this idea?"

Toshi Ibaraki recalled and replied: "Marx said that capitalism is a self-destructive system. Because it will continue to create forces against itself, and this force will eventually counteract the entire system."

Fujiwara Stars agrees with this sentence, cyberpunk society is definitely the future of capitalism. But those are still too far away, and they are simply not things that can be prevented now.

Looking at him, Toko Ibaraki said intently: "According to my vision, after the new government is established, it will adopt a fairer election method and let the people themselves lead the new country."

"In the future, the production equipment of each company will become a common financial owned by everyone, and everyone will have a certain proportion of the production tools. All the benefits created will be partly distributed to the laborers in proportion, instead of being used as it is now. The management takes it all away. Only in this way can young people have the motivation to make progress. Only in this way can a society that only takes care of the interests of a few people get better."

Fujiwara Starry Sky said helplessly: "Capitalists are not willing to let proletarian labor occupy the ownership of production tools."

"Kill all those who don't want it."

"That will kill a lot of people."

"How can there be an undead revolution."

Fujiwara Hoshizora didn't know how to answer the conversation at all, because he didn't expect that Ibaraki would tell him this.

Now he feels like you have collected enough resources and equipment in the game, and your level has risen. When you are ready to have a final battle with the boss to save the world, he is actually the boss of him. Discussed with you a lofty revolutionary ideal.

Moreover, you still think what the boss said is very reasonable, you can't refute it!

Gan!

Am I the villain?

Fujiwara Hoshizora couldn't help but doubt this in his heart. In terms of his identity, he was the boyfriend of the blood-sucking chaebol eldest, which seemed to fit the villain's setting.

But this can't work...

He remembered a word.

The idealist is incorrigible: if he is thrown out of his heaven, he will create an ideal **** again. -Nietzsche

In order to pursue a fair, harmonious and beautiful world, they will redesign the social system and redistribute social benefits. This touches the interests of the existing vested interests and will be subject to resistance and destruction.

At such times, idealists will wage war for their ideal country. Where there is war, there must be sacrifice, there must be death, and heaven is built on hell.

So the question is, is it right or wrong to use unjust means and methods to achieve a certain goal of justice?

Fujiwara Hoshizora put his lips on the edge of the thin wine glass, while sticking out his tongue like a dog to lick the whiskey in the glass, while thinking about this question, he couldn't get the answer for a long time.

After a while, the wine in the glass was empty, and the headache was terrible. Ibaraki Doko didn't know when he left, and all the other guests who were dining were gone. Through the glass, it can be seen that it is still raining outside, and there is no one on the road, but the light of the street lamps vaguely illuminates the wet road.

There are also wine glasses and ashtrays on the counter. Fujiwara Stars closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers, hoping to relieve the discomfort caused by the headache.

"You seem to be drunk." Su Wo Liyi helped him pour the bedding tea and handed it out from the bar. She was wearing a navy blue skirt today, with white shoulders bare, and a small diamond pendant hanging from her left ear.

Every time I see Suga Riya, Fujiwara Stars feels that she seems to have become more beautiful.

Today, the tight-fitting thin skirt perfectly protruded the curve of her chest, which made him breathe very uncomfortably, and wanted to tear off the skirt and look at the scenery inside.

Probably because of his thirsty throat, Fujiwara Starry Sky quickly took the warm cup of tea and drank it in one breath, before taking a few breaths.

The gas breathed out, there was still the smell of whiskey.

"Tomorrow evening, Central Avenue South." Su Wo Liyi sat down on the high stool next to him and looked over: "The Master Ono, who you have been looking for for several days, will appear there, but it is a pity that at that time He shouldn't be him anymore."

Fujiwara Hoshizora supported his sore forehead with his hands, and asked, "You will also go tomorrow night?"

"Yes it is."

"why?"

"I want to enter Rashomon."

"That's a shame, I can't let people open that door."

"You are not my opponent."

"Always give it a try."

"Whatever." Su Wo Liyi quietly pulled down the skirt, trying to block his malicious sight.

Fujiwara Stars said that it doesn't matter. If you don't look at the legs, then look at the shoulders.

"Don't you have several girlfriends? They are not enough for you to see?" Su Wo Liyi chewed on an ice cube, and her lips became extremely moist and red under the stimulation of ice water.

It's like jelly, I really want to taste it.

Fujiwara Hoshizora learned that she picked a piece of ice from the ice bucket and put it in her mouth. While chewing it, she said vaguely: "Anyway, it's impossible for me and you. Do you want me to show me? Girlfriend."

"Sorry, I'm not that interested."

"Unless you plug my mouth with your lips, I must tell you today."

Su Wo Liyi held her chest and stared at him with blood-red pupils, sending a message like ‘you better know how to stop.’

Fujiwara Stars raised his arm, shook the phone, and laughed in a daze.

The photo on the phone shows a woman with short hair that can't fit her shoulders. The shoulders and neck have slender lines, and her facial features also have a sense of coolness, giving people a sense of beauty like a spring in a snow-capped mountain. But when she looked at the camera, she wore a very natural smile. The person who wanted to take pictures for her should be someone she liked very much.

"Hiccups~~" Fujiwara Stars burped a drink. Then he pursed his mouth, took a breath, and stayed awake.

"She's Yukino Risa, 28 years old, a novelist who hasn't written any novels, and she's a **** at the same time. She likes to squint..."

"Are you showing off to me?" Su Wo Liyi looked at him with a slightly sullen gaze.

"There's more, don't worry." Fujiwara Hoshizori flicked his finger and shook the phone again.

In this photo, the background is a bustling street market. The beautiful girl with a bow tie on the left and right sides of her head, holding a teenager’s arm, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling sweetly, revealing white and sharp the teeth of.

"She's Xia Xirin." Fujiwara Starry sky took a breath and spoke hard and intermittently. "A perfect high school student, at the same time a chaebol eldest lady, a shrine maiden...elegant, beautiful, proud..."

Su Wo Liyi took a close look at the photo, and the handsome boy in the picture didn't seem to enjoy this treatment. His eyes drifted away, his expression was helpless and funny.

"You don't seem to like her very much."

"Nothing." Fujiwara Stars closed his eyes and opened it after a while: "A lot of things happened during that period, and there were only minor misunderstandings."

"I like them very much. I can do anything for them... In fact, all the time, you love the people around you, love the country, etc. You have to have something worthwhile... They are worth I will love...whatever the future of this country will be...everyone is dead, and I won't blink my eyes..."

"I am not a kind person... The reason why I am kind is only because of them... I don't know what I would be like without them... So Even if I agree with Ibaraki's ideas, I will desperately try to stop him..."

Su Wo Liyi smiled unavoidably. She saw the short-haired girl who was sneaking out in the hallway to eavesdrop. The corners of her mouth were rare and mischievous.

"These are the only two of your girlfriends? Nothing?"

Fujiwara Stars shook his head vigorously, not only to dispel the alcohol but also to answer her.

"Where is the girl I saw last time?"

"You said Xiaozhen..." Fujiwara Star closed his eyes and breathed back and forth several times. "I actually don't like her enough."

There was a silhouette of a young girl sobbing in a low voice on the hallway. The sound was like a bubble blown by a fish underwater. The bubble floated to the surface of the water and burst, so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Su Wo Liyi sighed pityingly.

After a while, Fujiwara Starry opened his eyes with difficulty, staring blankly at the glass in front of him, with the reflection of his godless pupils on the surface of the cup.

"I don't like her, but I can't let her leave me."

"Shameless." Su Wo Liyi gave her own evaluation.

Fujiwara Star finally smiled, "Anyway, I can't let Xiaozhen leave me."

"Because I...really..." He didn't finish speaking, so he leaned over on the bar~www.readwn.com~too scared..."

"...lost."

"Fujiwara..." Niijima really yelled anxiously. She rushed over from the hallway, hugged Fujiwara Star's shoulders, her voice choked.

Tears fell and fell on his face, warm and moist.

"Let's go back... Let's go back." Niijima really sobbed softly, holding on to his shoulders, and the two of them supported each other and walked out of the canteen with difficulty.

Su Wo Liyi watched them open the door and leave.

Then she saw through the glass of the window that the two waited for about ten minutes before successfully stopping a taxi.

She closed her eyes and was alone, listening to the sound of the engine gradually moving away.

In the soft night, the rain was still falling silently.