HLnovel Chapter 758 Bus
Chapter 758 Bus
The river surface reflected the lights on both sides, like a crushed galaxy. There were footsteps behind them. Chen Xubai and Lu Chenzhou stood side by side. The boy held a maple leaf bookmark in his hand, and the man held the re-sealed specimen box. "We have discussed it." Chen Xubai sniffed, "Teacher Lu helped me apply for the adult college entrance examination. In the future, I will..." His voice was muffled, "I want Tangtang to stand in front of you." Lu Chenzhou gently placed the specimen box in her palm: "Aunt Wanqing's wish should be protected by us together." The river wind rolled up Wang Qiqi's scarf, and the three shadows overlapped in the moonlight. The lantern shop in the distance lit up the newly tied red lanterns, and the warm light spread over the wet bluestone road. She opened the specimen box, and the broken maple leaf glowed amber in the moonlight, like a healed wound, and like a new butterfly wing.
Creative ideas
The story begins with Wang Yiyi's first study tour in Kyoto, Japan. Through tea ceremony classes, school trips and other experiences, the story depicts her transformation from cowardice to bravery, interspersed with friendship and hazy feelings with Japanese classmates, presenting the growth of youth under cultural integration. Cherry Blossoms and Star Tracks When the suitcase wheels rolled over the bluestone tiles of Kyoto Station, Wang Yiyi's fingers were still trembling. The cherry blossoms at the end of March fell on the shoulders of her camel-colored coat, like a handful of crushed snow. The phone vibrated in the bag, and her mother sent a message: "Remember to drink warm water every day, don't always eat convenience store rice balls." "Wang-san!" The crisp female voice penetrated the crowd. The girl with a high ponytail rushed over with a folder, the hem of her dark purple uniform flying, "I am Hayashida Aoi who will receive you, please take care of me in the future!" Her English has a cute accent, and her eyelashes are stained with cherry blossom powder. The B&B is a wooden townhouse, and the paper sliding door reveals a warm yellow light. Aoi helped her spread the bedding, and the tatami exuded the scent of rush: "You have to get up early for the tea ceremony class tomorrow. Sen Soumuro's teacher is very strict." The hum of the tram passing by came from the window. Wang Yiyi touched the amulet that her mother stuffed into the suitcase, and remembered the expression of her father who was hesitant to speak before leaving home. The next morning, Wang Yiyi's knees were numb in the kneeling posture in the tea room. The old tea master's skinny fingers turned the tea bowl, and the matcha powder foamed finely under the stirring of the tea whisk. "Ichigo ichie." The old man whispered in Japanese, and Aoi quietly translated: "Every encounter is unique." During the break, Wang Yiyi ran into a boy in a kendo uniform in the courtyard. He was wiping his bamboo sword, and the morning light swept across the broken hair on the back of his neck, casting a swaying shadow on the bluestone slab. "This is our kendo club leader Kitagawa Takuma." Aoi introduced, and the boy nodded in greeting, and his wooden clogs crushed the cherry blossoms on the ground. On the day of the school trip to Nara, Wang Yiyi was chased by a herd of deer. Takuma suddenly appeared and used deer biscuits to lead away the restless deer. The collar of his school uniform was stained with grass, and his canine teeth were obvious when he smiled: "Be careful that they bite your clothes." On the return bus, Aoi fell asleep by the window. Wang Yiyi looked at the speeding Mount Fuji outside the window and heard Takuma whispered: "Can you lend me your camera?" In a convenience store late at night, Wang Yiyi squatted in front of the oden counter and hesitated. The glass door was pushed open, and Takuma came in with a plastic bag containing canned coffee and rice balls. "Didn't you eat well again?" He put the warm tea rice in front of her, and the sound of the aluminum foil being torn apart was particularly clear in the silence. At the cultural exchange meeting, Wang Yiyi was pushed onto the stage to perform the guzheng. The strings trembled at her fingertips, and when the melody of "Fisherman's Song at Dusk" mixed with applause sounded, she saw Takuma standing behind the crowd, holding her lost hairpin in his hand - it was the silver butterfly that her mother wore when she was young. When the rainy season came, Wang Yiyi discovered Takuma's secret in the library. He was translating The Tale of Genji, with Chinese annotations densely written on his notebook. "I want to know more about your country." The boy's ears turned red, and the rain outside the window hit the glass, blending the shadows of the two into a blurred outline. At Aoi's birthday party, everyone played the "Hyakunin Isshu" karuta game. When Wang Yiyi reached out to grab the cards, her fingertips touched those of Takuma. There was a burst of booing around, and she stepped back in a hurry, knocking over the vase behind her. At the moment when the fragments flew, Takuma suddenly put his arm around her shoulders, and a thin bloody mark was cut on the back of his hand. "Idiot." He smiled and wrapped the wound with a Band-Aid, and the scent of cherry blossoms brushed past her ears. Aoi blew out the candle in the corner, and in the flickering candlelight, Wang Yiyi heard her heartbeat like a drum. On the eve of summer vacation, Takuma took her to Arashiyama to see fireflies. The bamboo forest path was lit up by fireflies, as if falling into the Milky Way. "Actually, my father is of Chinese and Japanese descent." Takuma squatted down to observe the light spots on the grass leaves. "He always said that he would take me back to China to find my roots if he had the chance." Wang Yiyi took out the Youth Hostel brochure from her backpack. It was the China itinerary she had secretly planned. On the day of the graduation ceremony, Wang Yiyi wore a furisode kimono and went on stage to give a speech. Takuma and Aoi in the audience clapped their hands desperately. The sun shone through the stained windows of the auditorium, splashing rainbow spots on her skirt. "Thank you for teaching me to be brave." She said in Japanese, her throat tight. When the show was over, Takuma stuffed an envelope into her, and his back as he turned and ran away knocked down a tree full of cherry blossoms. When the return plane rose into the clouds, Wang Yiyi opened the envelope. In addition to the neat Chinese characters on the letter paper, there were also two flattened cherry blossoms - they fell on her shoulder on the day they first met. The sea of clouds outside the window was rolling like waves. She took out her camera, and the album was filled with fragments of this time: the matcha bowls in the tea ceremony class, the deer in Nara, the silhouette of Takuma's profile... Three years later, the cherry blossoms in Kyoto bloomed again. Wang Yiyi stood in the Senshomuro Tea House, with a new group of students sitting in front of her. She wore a silver butterfly hairpin on her wrist, and the inside of the ring on her ring finger was engraved with a cherry blossom pattern. "Today we will learn the beauty of 'wabi-sabi'." She turned the tea bowl, and the foam flickered in the morning light. In a trance, she saw Takuma wiping the bamboo sword again. The phone vibrated, and a new message popped up: "Gion Festival tonight, do you want to come?" The sender's avatar showed a familiar tiger-tooth smile. Wang Yiyi looked at the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, and her fingertips ran across the water marks on the glass, drawing a small sun in the mist.
Creative ideas
Starting with the routine process of treasure appraisal programs, the show breaks the silence with the help of a Song Dynasty celadon bowl brought by the treasure holder. Through expert appraisal, the treasure holder's memories, and clues, the family feuds and cultural relic protection legends spanning a century behind the porcelain bowl are gradually uncovered. The spotlight in the Celadon Mystery Cloud studio made Lin Shen squint his eyes. He clutched the porcelain bowl wrapped in velvet, and the sweat from his palms soaked the cloth. The host of "Appraising Treasures" is introducing the next treasure holder, and there are murmurs of discussion from the audience. Three months ago, when he found this blue and white porcelain bowl in the attic of his ancestral home, he never thought that it would come to this point today. "Mr. Lin, are you sure you want to appraise this collection?"