When the bus passed by Uji Bridge, Toru Watanabe rang the bell and got off here with Rin Kiyono.

Uji Bridge, the oldest pure Japanese style bridge in the island country, has a total length of 153 meters and was built in 646 AD.

Now, although the bridge body is inevitably made of steel and concrete, the railings still retain the wooden structure, which is very historical.

Next to the bridge is a stone statue of Matsushibe, the author of "The Story of Genji". Under the bridge is Ujikawa, who usually practices bass.

"Is there anything special here?" Kiyono Rin asked with his hand holding the railing.

"Nothing special, I just want to take a walk with Kiyono on the autumn afternoon." Toru Watanabe looked at the rolling water surface of the white waves.

"lie."

Shiro Watanabe smiled and said, "It's actually because there are beautiful reeds here. As an oboe musician and a professional reedist, he has a good impression of reeds as raw materials for reeds."

"It's such a boring reason."

"Bored?" Shiro Watanabe turned around and looked at Rin Kiyono's side face looking into the distance. "There are people who like the sky, those who love flowers, and those who are fascinated by trams in this world. Do you think they are all bored?"

"No." Kiyono denies in a casual tone, "I just want to mock you. I'm not interested in knowing what other people like."

"It's so cunning, R Sang, if you say this, it's hard for me to get angry even if you are ridiculed."

Rin Kiyono turned his head and looked at Toru Watanabe.

She pushed her hair behind her ears and said with a smile: "This is one of the ways to make you fall in love with me."

Ujikawa's breeze blew across her cheeks, her long hair swayed gently, and a scent that made Watanabe Shiro feel comfortable.

"If you say the purpose, I will not be moved at all."

"It's okay, it's too simple, I don't want to do it." Kiyono Rin said confidently.

"Precise." Toru Watanabe nodded, his eyes re-tracked along the Uji River's endless river water, looking into the distance.

On the river beach far away, there was a snow-white bird with something in his mouth.

To see clearly, Watanabe Shirato poked his head out of the railing.

Rin Kiyono glanced at him. Compared to him, the wooden railings seemed too short and always felt that people would fall down easily.

She subconsciously reached out and gently grabbed the corner of his school uniform.

"Colin egret? Egret? Or Egret?" Shiro Watanabe turned his head, "Sir Kiyono, see what that is?"

Kiyono Rin let go of his hand quietly, looked along his gaze just now, and said, "Catch it first and let me see it clearly before I can tell you what it is."

"Then let's go! I think it's quite fat. I can already think about the scene when it's roasted? The grease dripped on the fire carbon and burst out flames."

The two of them walked down the stairs beside the bridge.

"Chingye, do you like chili powder in barbecue? I heard that some people like to eat it with sugar, which is simply an unimaginable pervert."

"When eating roasted suckling pigs, I occasionally try the perverted behaviors that Shiro Watanabe said."

"When I think of the way Kiyoshi eats sugar? This way of eating is also cute."

The two of them chatted? They leaned over.

Unfortunately, before the two of them approached, the white bird raised its long neck and swallowed the fish in its mouth. It patted its wings lightly on the water surface and flew away.

The two continued to walk along the riverside, walking on the stone-paved embankment.

The lush maple leaves emit the sun's light. Are benches placed beside the river? Jogging people or tourists will rest here.

"Is Fusang so beautiful in autumn? The maple leaves shine like elixirs and tenderly cold." Toru Watanabe chanted loudly.

“Who wrote it?”

"Lu Xun."

Kiyono nodded in a quiet manner? His eyes looked into the distance.

Under the sun's brilliance, the surface of Ujikawa is shining with colorful shimmering light? Water hits wooden stakes or stones? White droplets splash.

In the distance, the peaks of the maple leaf season are dyed red and yellow.

She retracted her gaze and noticed that Toru Watanabe broke a miraculous grass from the surrounding weeds and waved it as she walked.

Not sure why, she suddenly became happy, and a faint warmth filled her chest.

"Student Watanabe, do you want to hear my story?" She said this in this unprecedented emotion.

"I'm not interested in other people's past," Tsuku Watanabe stopped waving Mitsucao and turned to look at her, "except R-Sang."

Rin Kiyono did not express any opinion on this sentence.

"I've been living without expectation," she said. "I don't associate with anyone, and I don't expect other people's responses when doing anything, nor do I need others to respond."

Watanabe Shirabi didn't say a word and stared at the reeds not far ahead.

"When I was a kid, everyone burst into laughter, and I didn't even want to squeeze my eyebrows. Maybe it's more accurate to say that I can't squeeze it, because what causes laughter is all about lies, and I just feel disgusted."

"I can probably guess such a past." Watanabe Takashi nodded.

The two of them were heading towards the reeds under the shadow of the maple trees.

"At that time, I would point out in person that others were lying mercilessly. At first, everyone treated me as a child and laughed without caring at all, but after many times, they would never laugh anymore and look at me with the look of looking at the weirdo."

Two girls were sitting by the river beach, and Rin Kiyono stopped to narrate.

After she was far away from the two, she laughed at herself: "The people around her began to stay away from me, teasing me for being arrogant, including your beautiful girl."

At the last sentence, she smiled and looked at Toru Watanabe.

Watanabe Toro threw the miraculous grass into the river in embarrassment and clapped his hands.

Kiyono Rin smiled and said, "I don't mean to blame you, after all, it has nothing to do with you."

The two walked to the reeds and Toru Watanabe sat down on the old bench. He patted the extra seat beside him, signaling Rin Kiyono to sit down as well.

Rin Kiyono pressed his pleated skirt and sat next to him in a very ladylike manner.

The two sat under the shade of the tree and watched Ujikawa, who was rushing around for a while.

"I don't think the problem is with you," said Watanabe Tsubasa. "You are essentially different from them. You are the wrong flowers blooming in the flower season."

“Wrong season?”

"The point should be on the flowers, right?" Watanabe Tsuki looked at her, "I like your... character very much."

Kiyono Rin put his hand on his chin and laughed happily with a hint of mischief: "Tell me apart?"

"Don't even think about it, I like Miki." After decisively refusing, Toru Watanabe looked at Ujikawa again, "I thought you would be in a negative mood now, but I didn't expect you could still joke."

"The world will not be gentle to negative people, Watanabe classmate."

"It makes sense, I learned it again." Watanabe Takashi nodded seriously.

He wanted to say some words of comfort, but Rin Kiyono was not someone who needed comfort. He said this to him, either to win his sympathy.

What's more, he never had the same experience. No matter how he put himself in his shoes, the comfort he expressed was separated by a layer of comfort.

The breeze blew by, and the leaves above our heads rustled.

A red leaf fell on Kiyono Rin's lap.

She gently picked up the leaf and whispered in the sound of the clear spring flowing deep:

"It's wind blowing, do you have to work hard to survive? No, there is no need to."

Watanabe Shiro suddenly felt sad. He realized that Rin Kiyono's past was not just what she just said.

He picked up a fairly complete leaf from the ground.

"It is precisely because of the rotten maple leaves that it will be filled with more beautiful cherry blossoms until next spring."

Kiyono Rin smiled and withdrew his hand holding the maple leaf.

"I just suddenly remembered this sentence. Watanabe classmate doesn't need to comfort me in such a hurry."

"...I just said it casually, you're thinking too much."

"Watanabe, you really like lying." Kiyono Rin smiled helplessly, and his slender hands briskly rotated the petiole of the maple leaf.

"I'm so sorry, I live like you hate." Watanabe Takara apologized without any apology.

"Sometimes, even if you hate it, you still have to endure it. This is how life is."

"Yes, but I'm a little sad when you say that."

"I just said that I have no expectations of anyone, right?" Kiyono Rin looked at him.

"Yes." Tsuku Watanabe threw the leaves in his hand under the bare cherry blossom tree.

"This attitude lasted until you, Watanabe classmate, showed up. I had expectations for you-although I was reluctant to admit it."

"What kind of expectation?"

"I don't know." Kiyono's eyes turned to the river, showing a thoughtful look. "This kind of feeling is very blurry, and I have to say something... It's like I'm falling into Ujikawa now. I won't expect anyone to come to save me. I don't care whether they will come to save me, but if you don't jump down to save me immediately, I should be very angry."

"What should I do if the water is so urgent and there are so many stones, and I drowned?"

"Then do you jump?"
To be continued...