This rain lasted for nearly half a month.
The wall was soaked with a thin layer of sweat, feeling damp to the touch, and the sound of rain outside the window was annoying.
"It's been more than ten days, it's been going up and down..." Hojo Natsuki leaned on the windowsill with a look of disbelief, "... Is this really Tokyo?"
Kurosawa Jin ignored him.
It’s not that I hate rainy days, but once it rains, I lose the mood to go out.
Hojo Natsuki doesn't need to go to work here, and has nothing serious to do to kill time. When he turns on the computer, he finds that the computer language and the other world are the same system, and even the fun of coding is gone.
His daily routine here is to patrol the toy factories and research institutes online every day, visit new stores, chat with store clerks and customers, make outrageous demands on the design team, and randomly grab a few lucky employees to work overtime.
The challenges he encountered were almost zero, and the so-called difficulties were overcome by others for him, without having to go through the boss's hands at all.
This kind of life has everything except worries.
Hojo Natsuki was very happy at first, and felt as happy as if he had quit his job. But as time went by, he inevitably fell into boredom.
He walked back dejectedly and fell back on the sofa.
“Go out… Go out…”
"I'm going out..."
"I'm going out."
"—I'm going out!"
Kurosawa Jin: "It's so noisy."
Hojo Natsuki cried twice without any emotion, then accused: "Why are you so fierce?"
Kurosawa Jin: "No one is stopping you from going."
Hojo Natsuki: "It's raining outside."
Kurosawa Jin: "Hold an umbrella."
Hojo Natsuki: "Won't my shoes get wet if I hold an umbrella? My pants legs will get wet too."
Kurosawa Jin: “…”
After a long time without a reply, Hojo Natsuki hugged a pillow and continued to harass him: "Why are you ignoring me again?"
"Shut up." Kurosawa stared at the laptop screen and gave a very cold and perfunctory response, "Then let the rain stop."
Hojo Natsuki: “?”
At first glance, this suggestion sounded ridiculous and was an obvious lie; but on second thought, he fell into thought... It seemed that it was not impossible
Hojo Natsuki put his legs back, propped himself up, and fiddled with his phone. After a few random taps, his eyes lit up and he suddenly realized something.
"You have a point," he said seriously.
This should have been an ordinary night.
Every year from May to July is Japan's rainy season. Tokyo residents have long been accustomed to the incessant drizzle in early summer. They complain verbally, but just do what they have to do.
With the endless rainfall, the weather became increasingly humid and hot.
Beika-cho, Kudo's house.
Kudo Shinichi was also tortured.
Thanks to the damn plum rain, he hasn't touched a football for half a month. Especially in the past few days, the addiction to playing football has been hooking him all the time, and it feels like ants are crawling all over his body.
In front of the TV, Hattori Heiji bit a lollipop and excitedly controlled the game controller. The nimble little man on the screen dodged left and right amid the flashing swords and sabers.
"Kudo, would you like a plate?" he asked.
Kudo Shinichi said in a gloomy tone: "... I can't do that."
Hattori Heiji said vaguely: "Come on, I won't be able to play when I go back to the hotel later. The signal there is not very good, and it is terrible to send messages on SNS. If I don't play now, I will have no chance."
Kudo Shinichi thought about it and suggested: "If you don't mind, you can stay at my house tonight."
Hattori's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Kudo: "I have no problem here, why don't you ask the parents?"
So, Hattori Heiji called his parents, made some inconsistent assurances, and after a few minutes, he successfully convinced them.
"They agreed!" Hattori said.
Kudo Shinichi went upstairs. The guest bedroom was located on the westernmost side of the second floor. He simply made the bed and put the disposable toiletries in the bathroom.
He looked up and suddenly found that the rain had stopped.
The clear moonlight shone through the small window, casting a bright, regularly outlined patch of color on the bed.
The nights these days were shrouded in rain, like dropping ink into a bowl of water, creating a mottled grey and black color with varying shades of light and dark. An indescribable feeling of suffocation was precipitated in the ink-filled sky.
Tonight should be no exception.
But for no apparent reason, the weather changed from cloudy to sunny.
The window of the guest room was very small. Kudo Shinichi quickly ran back to his room, held the windowsill railing with his hands, and looked up in disbelief.
—There is a bright moon hanging in the sky!
At some point, the dark clouds disappeared completely, and the sky took on a gentle and peaceful dark blue color.
"…How could this be?" Kudo Shinichi muttered to himself.
He shouted downstairs: "Hey, Hattori, come out and take a look! The rain has stopped!"
Less than half a minute later, Hattori Heiji walked into the courtyard.
The other party was also very surprised: "What's going on? Wasn't it raining just now? Why did it suddenly..."
Kudo: "And today isn't supposed to be a full moon!"
He lowered his head to check the calendar on his phone, fearing that he had made a mistake in his calculations. He checked and calculated again carefully and came to the conclusion—not only had the rain stopped suddenly, but even the moon phase was acting abnormally.
At the top of the screen, message pop-ups kept refreshing.
[Ran]: Shinichi! Look out the window!
[Mom]: I heard from my friends in Tokyo that the rain suddenly stopped. Is it the same over there Shinichi
[Group chat message]: Unbelievable!!
[Group chat message]: This is the will of the Moon Goddess! Welcome Princess Kaguya!
Everyone was shocked by this strange change. Even Dr. Agasa walked to the gate of the courtyard, looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, looking surprised and his mouth slightly open.
Just as Kudo Shinichi was about to go downstairs, he heard the humming sound of a sports car engine starting, and a beam of light with a long tail was projected onto the outer wall of the villa opposite.
In the neighbor's yard, there was a bright yellow Ferrari sports car parked with the gate wide open.
The silver-haired man had one hand on the steering wheel, while Hojo Natsuki beside the car seemed to be discussing something with him.
Without the sound of rain, the night in the residential area was quite quiet. They spoke in low voices, but Kudo Shinichi could still hear them.
Xia Shu: "I want to open it, let me do it."
Kurosawa: "You can?"
Xia Shu: "It's about the same. I've played GTA and GTS. It's enough to recognize the accelerator and brake."
Kurosawa: “…”
Kudo Shinichi, who was watching them from the second-floor balcony, twitched his lips.
Natsuki: "Let me try, no problem."
Kurosawa: "If you don't have a driver's license, shut up."
Xia Shu: "Don't you think I don't know."
Kurosawa said impatiently: "Get in the car."
Kudo Shinichi heard everything: "????"
Are these two men some kind of desperadoes
How dare you drive on the road without a driver's license
He was about to say something but stopped himself, wanting to advise Hojo Natsuki a few words, but the silver-haired man looked up and met his gaze. The seemingly casual but sharp eyes made Kudo Shinichi forget what he was going to say for a moment, and he kept silent obediently.
Fortunately, Hojo Natsuki was self-aware enough. He muttered a few words and reluctantly sat in the passenger seat.
Only after the Ferrari drove away did Kudo Shinichi sigh quietly.
"Neighbors are really weird." He thought in a trance.
They just accepted the weird climate changes so openly and went out for a drive as if nothing had happened... They didn't even look up at the moon
Of course, Hojo Natsuki would not be as surprised as others.
Because this abnormal weather was caused by him personally.
He was just trying out a game function, but as soon as he tapped his finger, the rain outside stopped and the moon appeared high in the sky.
Although I know that I have the ability to "call the wind and rain" in this world, this
When the scene really appeared before his eyes, he still couldn't hide his surprise.
What followed was a feeling of relief—I could finally go out!
Hojo Natsuki was a little dissatisfied that Kurosawa, who had double standards, refused to let him drive, but this was nothing compared to the joy of going out.
"Where are you going?" Kurosawa asked.
"Whatever." Hojo Natsuki said, "I just want to go out for a walk... How about going to your old house? The one I asked you for the address of."
"Why?"
Xia Shu said vaguely: "Let's try our luck. Is it far?"
"good."
It’s not far or near, about 40 minutes’ drive from Beika Town.
Hojo Natsuki leaned back in his chair, looking at the bright, crystal-clear full moon hanging high in the night sky, with the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.
The sports car stopped in front of the white line. Next to it was a motorcycle gang wearing a helmet. He gave me a thumbs up and said in a very familiar way: "Your car is really cool. This model was discontinued five or six years ago. You must have spent a lot of money on it, right?"
Hojo Natsuki: "Not expensive, buy it early."
Not only is it not expensive, it is a gift donated by Pisco, an employee, and you can buy it for free.
The traffic light at this intersection takes an exceptionally long time to turn red. Hojo Natsuki's eyes wandered, then moved to the glass wall of the luxury store on the street and stopped moving.
Staring at the huge poster on the wall, he didn't blink and held his breath involuntarily.
Kurosawa Jin: “What are you looking at?”
Hojo Natsuki came back to his senses and subconsciously said nonsense: "Is that glass door similar to the one you shattered with three shots? Do you know how expensive it is?"
Kurosawa: “…”
"Just kidding." Hojo Natsuki smiled.
Kurosawa tapped the steering wheel with his fingers from time to time. After a few seconds, he spoke again, asking in a light tone: "... Want that?"
In response to Kurosawa's question, he nodded subconsciously, and just as his jaw dropped, he forcibly turned the action into a shake of the head.
Although it was not explicitly stated in the words, Hojo Natsuki knew what he was referring to because he was actually staring at it just now.
The new product poster on the glass wall showed a pair of simple wedding rings. The moment he saw the two rings, they captured his full attention. The more he stared at them, the more familiar they felt.
In a trance, countless images flashed before my eyes, not frozen in any frame, but just rushing past at a rapid speed.
Emotions were like an overturned candy jar, with all kinds of flavors, sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, spread out on the ground, but he couldn't taste the real flavor through the crystal clear candy wrapper.
The traffic light turned from red to green and the car moved slowly forward.
“No.”
He was quite conflicted, but finally refused without hesitation, "… I always feel that something sad will happen to me after I buy it, so forget it."
Hojo Natsuki knew that the sense of dislocation, as if in a dream, belonged to another self. In this accidental moment, he was able to empathize with the other person for a few seconds, and nothing more than that.
Perhaps, he was the one who wrote his meeting with Gin in the book of fate.
"It must be a good dream," he thought.
The good dream is a thing of the past.
But the new story has a completely different destiny.
Another ten minutes passed, and the sports car carried them completely out of the commercial area. The surrounding buildings gradually became shorter, and the outline of the green mountains could be seen in the distance, with a light touch.
The air after the rain is mixed with the fragrance of grass and soil, and it smells fresh and pleasant.
Hojo Natsuki glanced at the time and saw push notifications from different apps coming one after another, competing to occupy his message bar.
[A miraculous moon phase that only appears once in 5,000 years, the supermoon is coming! ]
[100% Weathering With You! Miracle...]
…
The titles are different, but they all say the same thing.
The entire Tokyo area was excited by this rare sight, believing that the gods had favored this island nation, and thus a miracle had quietly descended upon the world...
Fortunately, these people have no way of knowing the truth, otherwise they would be disappointed.
Now: The origin of all this is just a happy puppy who was bored at home and wanted to go for a ride and bask in the moonlight with his sweetheart.
Hojo Natsuki didn't have much idea. He quickly scanned a few reports and felt that the word "miracle" was worthless, could be big or small, and was abused everywhere.
"We're here." Kurosawa said.
Hojo Natsuki paused and unbuckled his seat belt.
This old residential area was very similar to what he had seen in another world.
Telegraph poles guard the sidewalks on both sides, and the lines connecting them intersect to form straight parallel lines.
He followed Kurosawa Jin, went up the slope, and stopped in front of a small building.
Going further up is the other party’s former residence.
The iron door was closed, but from all indications, no one was currently living here.
Hojo Natsuki was eager to try the copper lock.
And Kurosawa Jin raised his hand and pushed the door, and the door opened directly.
Xia Shu: “…?”
"Looking for something?" Kurosawa asked.
Natsuki: “Yeah.”
He tiptoed in and looked around.
After a few minutes, I still found nothing, so I walked out a little disappointed.
Kurosawa stood at the door, looking at him calmly. He had a tall figure and his feet cast a long shadow.
"Didn't find it?" he said.
"No." Hojo Natsuki admitted honestly, "I was in the same place in another world and could see your phantom, about fifteen or sixteen years old, so I wanted to try my luck here, but it's a pity."
Kurosawa Jin raised the corners of his lips, suppressed his voice in his throat, and after a while, he smiled nonchalantly.
"Is there a night market nearby?" Hojo Natsuki asked, "Since we're here, why don't we have a midnight snack before going back?"
The other party lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "... Yes."
Kurosawa put his hands in his pockets, stretched out his long legs, and walked in a completely different direction. The hem of his black windbreaker was lifted by the wind.
Walk along the slope for about seven or eight hundred meters, then cross two alleys and you will arrive at a river.
The grass on both sides of the river bank is green and looks particularly fresh and juicy.
The water surface was sparkling with ripples, flowing tirelessly into the distance, and the arch bridge over the river was quietly bathed in the moonlight.
Without the obstruction of the view by buildings, the view suddenly becomes wide, and the full moon in the sky generously displays its breathtaking beauty to passers-by.
It is so bright and dazzling that it does not need any unnecessary accompaniment, so that there is not a single star in the night sky.
Hojo Natsuki was attracted by this scene and slowed down unconsciously.
When I walked onto the bridge, I couldn't help but stop and admire it for a moment.
Not long after, he suddenly realized that Kurosawa Jin might have gone far away, so he quickly turned around to take a look.
But the other party did not leave. He just stood under the bridge, saying nothing and looking back calmly.
The loose silver hair was coated with a layer of mercury light by the moonlight.
Hojo Natsuki quickened his pace.
He got off the bridge, and just as his feet stepped on the stone steps, the surface of the steps suddenly lit up, and then went out in a short moment.
"… This is?"
Carefully, he stepped down one more level.
The steps lit up again, like pressing a piano key, with short, cheerful notes emanating from the fingertips.
Kurosawa Jin said, "You did it."
Hojo Natsuki narrowed his eyes: "... I remember."
A gift made casually when I was bored, given to a person with a bad temper. Perhaps it was from that moment that an impeccable and cold heart door began to have an imperceptible crack.
There were no outsiders here, so he had no way of knowing whether others would receive the same "courtesy" when walking across the bridge.
As for the answer, it is most likely no, otherwise this place would have been reported by the media early on, entered the public eye, and attracted many tourists to come and watch and tour.
It has remained low-key until now, guarding the exclusive memories of Gin and Kurosawa, and has failed to become a "miracle".
This word is widely used in every aspect of life. In a major event, tying the score and winning is a "miracle", and a seriously ill patient recovering is also a "miracle".
Miracle". Even an ordinary meeting, compared with the global population figures, can be called a "one in 7 billion miracle".
Just looking at the literal description, it seems to make sense. After all, any unexpected incident can be given this name.
The encounters between most people are coincidences and miracles.
But when some people meet, it is deliberate, it is repeating the same mistakes, it is singing back to the longing.
The two souls never forget each other, and this obsession has a voice in the dark, and once again, it takes root.
As Hojo Natsuki walked down the stairs, they lit up one by one, as if he was walking on a happy chapter.
No wonder the sky is so vast and starless tonight. The stars fell on the river, twinkling and carrying him across the river.
The sound of water gurgles and the summer breeze blows on your face.
He changed from walking fast to jogging, and the distance between him and Kurosawa Zhen was getting closer and closer.
The silver-haired man opened his arms, and Hojo Natsuki threw himself into his arms, wrapping his arms around his waist. There was a pleasant smell on the man's collar, light and cold, and he thought contentedly -
—I caught you too.
(End of this chapter)