The so-called Fireworks Tree Fontana Fountain is not a fountain in the true sense. Except for the fact that the lake under the bridge is real, the trees, waterfalls, springs, and splashing water drops are all made of glass balls.

Shining brightly in the sun.

It's around two o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun shines brightest in the day. Under the refraction of the glass, the air is shining with colorful lights, and the ground is covered with colorful spots, arranged in a chaotic manner, creating a dream-like atmosphere.

Unreality.

Two people were walking under the waterfall bridge, and colorful light spots couldn't wait to stick to their bodies.

Aikawa Yuo couldn't see what kind of posture he was in at the moment, but Amamiya Chiran now gave him the feeling of a mirage - so shocking that people couldn't grasp whether it was real or fake.

Walking on the bridge, the Hakone breeze blew over her face, and there was a very comfortable fragrance, including the fragrance of flowers and the faint fragrance unique to girls.

The fragrance was very light, but it smelled very good. I suspected that the girl had sprayed perfume.

There was the sound of musical instruments playing in the distance. Aikawa Yusheng looked over and saw an old man sitting on the edge of the railing holding an instrument on the opposite side of the lake, playing slowly.

The overall outline of the instrument is similar to that of the violin, but the details are completely different.

Many people had already surrounded the old man on the other side of the river, forming a half-encirclement. Mingchuan's school uniform was particularly conspicuous inside.

At the Forest of Glass Art Museum, there will be artists performing art here every half hour - this is the news that we have already learned at the ticket office at the door.

"Listen to some music?" Aikawa Yusheng asked Chiran Amamiya for her opinion.

"Um."

"Don't go through. There are a lot of people over there. Let's just listen from the other side of the river. The perspective is still wide."

"OK."

Amamiya Chiran nodded completely indifferently.

Aikawa Yusheng bent down slightly and put his two arms on the railing on the river bank. A fallen leaf that was originally on the railing was squeezed off and fell into the lake, causing ripples to spread and dissipate in the distance.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the inside of the railing was dotted with neon tubes, but they were not working at the moment. If it were a forest of glass at night, it would be even more dreamy.

The girl just stood by the railing without any extra movement.

This kind of piano sound was something Aikawa Yusei had never heard before.

It's rough, heroic, vast grassland, tenacious life, this is the picture brought by this powerful music.

The sound flowing from Lejia's fingertips is like an eagle about to take flight, fluttering its wings that can withstand hurricanes, flowing like a gallop, like the distant sky outside the Great Wall, precipitating clear light.

The sunshine at half past two in the afternoon is lazy and leisurely, flowing slowly along its ancient and elegant arc.

"What musical instrument is this?" Aikawa Yusheng, who had a completely different understanding of the violin, asked the living encyclopedia next to him.

"Morin Flute." The Living Encyclopedia did not disappoint his expectations. It still spoke out the knowledge he didn't know in a calm tone, and then began to introduce:

"The Morin Khuur is a musical instrument of the Chinese Mongolian people. That grandpa is probably also a Chinese Mongolian. It's normal if you don't know.

The origin of its name is that the head of the violin is engraved with a horse's head. The body of the instrument is made of wood, about one meter long, and has two strings. The resonance box is different from that of a violin in that it is trapezoidal..."

Amamiya Chisome gave a very detailed introduction, and I even heard that the music being played now was "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping".

"If you want to learn, I can teach you after getting familiar with it."

It can be heard that the girl is not very good at it now, but she is confident that she can master and teach Aikawa Yusheng in a short period of time.

Aikawa Yusheng also believes that she can do it. As for him, forget it.

"It's not necessary." He was already used to it that Amamiya Chiran would say such a thing. He waved his hand slightly to express his rejection, and he was immersed in the lingering music.

It's okay that he didn't know the name of the music. Once he knew it was called "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping", Aikawa Yusheng really felt the vibrating sound of countless horses gathering into an ocean and washing the grassland.

At the end of the song, there was loud applause, and Aikawa Yusei and Amamiya Chizo also applauded from across the river.

"So handsome, Grandpa!" The lively female classmates said loudly together and fled the scene in laughter.

"He is indeed handsome. The purpose of learning music should be to shine on such occasions." Aikawa Yusheng nodded, turned around and continued to visit the scenic spots behind with Amamiya Chiran, and said.

For example, the purpose of learning piano should not be to please the student council president. This is unreasonable.

"If there was a piano now, I would play "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini" right now." Yuo Aikawa said.

"Go ahead." Amamiya Chiran said, pointing to the free piano in front of her.

"...Why is it really there?" Aikawa Yusheng touched the side of his cheek in embarrassment. If he had seen it earlier, he probably wouldn't have said anything.

"Because there are more than one type of musicians responsible for playing at every hour, including pianists." Amamiya Chiran said, "Don't you dare to go?"

"Oh, a little provocation," Aikawa Yusheng shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, and then walked straight to the piano: "I'm just going to do this."

After walking around and confirming that there were no signs prohibiting touching, Aikawa Yusheng sat on the chair, which instantly attracted a lot of attention and the crowd gathered around him.

After taking a deep breath, recalling the score, Aikawa Yusheng began to play.

...

"You are so handsome, Aikawa-kun, I want to give birth to your child."

The same girls said with a smile after hearing this, they didn't run away this time, they dared to face it head on.

"For giving birth, you need to line up. There were already many people making reservations when I helped you carry your luggage in the morning. I'm sorry." Aikawa Yusheng responded to their joke with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, we can afford to wait."

"Four notes were wrong, and there was an obvious pause in one section of the rhythm." When Aikawa Yusei walked back to him, the 'strict' Amamiya Chiran said.

"There is no music score here, and my memory is not very good. It is normal to have some small problems. Besides, except for you, the president, no one should know the ropes. You can see that everyone is applauding very hard. The big plan to show off is successful!"

Aikawa Yusheng held the back of his head indifferently, looking lazy, and then turned his head: "Do you want to go up and play a few songs?"

"It's boring." The girl shook her head and rejected the proposal, then looked at Aikawa Yusheng: "If you like to be in the limelight, you can try to be the president of the student union. I can try to introduce an acting president, and I will be your assistant...

....”

"Okay, don't say any more, it will be disrespectful."

Aikawa Yusheng moved his palm from the back of his head to Amamiya Chisome's face without touching it. It was probably still a few centimeters away, and he could even feel the breath exhaled from her delicate and small nose in his palm.

The success made Amamiya Chiran stop talking.

"If I had walked faster, I would have bumped into him. Such behavior is not good." Amamiya Chiran tilted her head, avoided the hand that blocked her sight, and continued to walk forward.

"I'm still walking, not to mention, President, your walking speed is basically a constant speed. I can control it just right."

"When you become the acting president, you can be in the limelight every day, isn't it?" Amamiya Chiran asked, no longer discussing the palm.

"Yes, no. Being in the limelight was just an idea that came out at that time and in that environment. I thought it would be interesting to do that, so I did it.

As for being the president, it means endless tasks and responsibilities, which I can’t bear, I’m a waste.”

Aikawa, the little master of making things worse, Yu Sheng said.

"I have never had such a burst of ideas." Amamiya Chiran shook her head with regret.

"You directly said you wanted to come this morning. Isn't that what you meant? If you want to do it, just do it. I actually think this is good."

"Because I'm bored at home, I thought it would be more interesting to come here. I'll just do whatever I want. I've always been like this."

Maybe it’s because you can do anything you want, and once you get used to it, you no longer appreciate it.

"I've shown it to you, I've walked with you, and I've even gone out of my way to abandon my group members. President, you actually find it boring. It's so hurtful."

Aikawa Yusheng frowned pretending to be sad.

As for Takamatsu Kimiyama and Miyazawa Mao, who are they? I don’t know where they went. I hope they get along well.

"Not really, it's definitely better than staying at home." Amamiya Chiran shook her head, acknowledging Aikawa Yuo's efforts.

"As the student union assistant, it is my responsibility to help the president!" Aikawa Yusheng, whose face suddenly changed, patted his chest and said.

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We quickly finished visiting the Forest of Glass, and after gathering at the entrance, the group headed to the Little Prince Museum.

Amamiya Chiran took a private car, and the bodyguards were quite impressive - Aikawa Yuo noticed this when they 'escorted' her back.

The two met again in the museum.

"This is the little prince? He's not too young, either?" Aikawa Yusheng pointed at the tall statue in front of him and said with some confusion.

The European in front of him wearing a plane hat was very different from the image of the little prince he imagined - a child wearing a crown.

Amamiya Chiran's eyes flashed with disbelief and confusion - it was really hard for her to understand:

How did the boy in front of him mistake the statue of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the author of "The Little Prince", for the little prince?

Even the surprise in his eyes didn't seem to be fake.

Noticing that he was still murmuring to express his dissatisfaction with this image, Amamiya Chiran finally couldn't help but sigh and poked his arm.

"What kind of prince is this? He's not as tall as me...what's wrong?" Aikawa Yusheng, holding his right hand with his left hand and holding his chin between his thumb and index finger, looked at the statue and turned to ask.

"That." After hearing what he said clearly, the girl sighed again and pointed to the real little prince in the distance, "The boy with yellow hair and wearing a green outer cloak and a red cloak is the little prince!"

The tone of his words was a little more serious.

"Oh, let me tell you, this image is barely acceptable."

But he is still not as handsome as himself - Aikawa Yusheng.
To be continued...