[Shenya] Aphasia

Chapter 27 fin.

When you love a city and wander and explore it often, not only your soul, but your body will also become very familiar with the streets.So much so that years later, in a mood of melancholy, perhaps caused by a sad falling snow, your legs will automatically take you to one of your favorite hills. ——Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

When Kanda Yu woke up from his sleep, he was already able to see the huge French windows of Heathrow Airport through the porthole of the plane.

The radio was broadcasting arrival notices and precautions in English and Japanese over and over again. Everyone around him had already stood up to pick up their luggage, and only he was slumped in the seat with a blanket and a seat belt on.

He turned on the phone, opened the pop-up window of his parents' message, and quickly typed: I'm here.

He then followed the crowd off the plane and into the terminal.

Even though it is still bright early spring in Japan, the weather today in England is not so good.A layer of sulfuric acid paper-like mist stuck to the glass windows, and the outside was gray, and rain was about to fall.The man glanced at the sky casually, and after confirming that it wasn't raining for the time being, he turned around and walked in with the suitcase.

It was ten o'clock in the morning when he arrived in London. He bought a train ticket and rushed to Manchester without stopping.At this time, it was the end of the Premier League, and Kanda happened to meet the fans passing by the train station waving flags and shouting. The noise was the only thing he was not used to in these years, and he could only try to hold back his anxiety.

The rabbi categorically stated that he wanted to "eat a good meal", and forced Kanda into the famous 63 Degrees, and said, "If I invite you to eat macaroni and cream again, I will beat myself without you doing it."

"You've been away for two years, don't you miss English food at all?"

Kanda did not hesitate: "No." For a man who also grew up in an island country and loves Japanese meals, those potatoes and tuna did not appeal to him.

"In addition to soba noodles and those fried things, you should also eat something else, won't you be malnourished?" The rabbi yelled strangely, and circled two small lamb chops on the menu.

Kanda had no choice but to let him go.

"How's his training going?"

"Whose training... you mean Allen's Vienna training camp in June? Oh, he's already back, and I heard that he has benefited a lot. You can only ask him for details."

"I asked," Kanda lowered his eyes, "I haven't met face to face, so I can't tell."

The rabbi opened his eyes wide: "Ayou, you really are an antique."

Looking at the table knife that the other party had copied in his hand in an instant, the red-haired young man quickly held up the menu in front of him: "What kind of wine do you want to open? It's cheap, I've been poor recently."

Kanda raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you be promoted to editor-in-chief? Where did the money go?"

"You want to know?" The rabbi rolled his eyes and leaned his head over the dining table, "I'll tell you secretly." When he reached Kanda's ear, he took a deep breath.

"Adopt a daughter-friend-friend-la-la!"

Compared with other places, I like this place. I like the dry and rainy climate of the British Isles. Even in the hottest time, there will be rain to cool off, making it like spring all year round.I like the green flowers and willows surrounded by the white fence of the small villa, and the yellowing color of the corner towers of the houses in the city.I also like the desolate coastline and the elephant trunk cliff standing in the water.Everything here looks so cozy, from the cables running over the white-roofed bungalows in Windermere to the peeling red paint on the walls of the University of Manchester teaching buildings.

I heard that Allen went to the Vienna Conservatory of Music with Mana to participate in a half-year training camp.A well-known local orchestra in Austria wanted to recruit this talented young man with a high salary, but was politely declined.He doesn't seem to have any intention of engaging in music, and he does whatever he wants like a wisp of smoke.And the man who recommended him also said that he would respect his opinion, and as long as he didn't want to, he didn't intend to stay.

Allen said in Skype, it's like another world, a world farther away from you.Opportunities always come and if I can I'd rather stay in England and choose the one that's close to you.Because in my future, you are also an important part.

The train drove into the mountainous area, and the crisp air washed the windows of the car into ice.There are no people in the farmhouse, but white bedding flutters in front of the door, like sails on the vast greenery.

Layers of low mountain envelopes retreat from both sides, and the turquoise embedded in the mountains appears in sight. Since there is still some distance from the track, the egrets passing by the lake are just some white spots splashed on the drawing paper. The wind gradually disappeared into the dense clouds.

Then he arrived in the town, and the shops were operating as usual, and some bosses had set up reclining chairs at the door, sitting on them and reading today's "The Times" in the dim sunlight.Someone smiled and nodded at him, whether it was recognition or habitual friendliness, although he thought it should be the latter.A dachshund rushed out from the corner of the street, shaking his head and saying hello, he walked forward without looking sideways, but finally stopped, opened the sandwich in the backpack, took out a piece of chicken and put it in front of it.

Passing through the tea shop and Peter Rabbit souvenir shop on the ramp, and passing a few houses, you can see a three-story single-story building with red, white and brown paint on the exterior walls of the Georgian era. The wrought iron flower stand poked its head out.

There is a small garden in front of the small building, with myrtle and lavender green leaves luxuriantly contrasting each other. The lush plants surround an old swing, and a few bicycles are parked crookedly on the tiles.After passing the garden, go further in and you will arrive at the door, with a log-colored sign hanging on the door.

Windermere elves.

Kanda looked up at the signboard for a while, then pushed open the wooden lattice door, and the wind chime at the door made a sound like a mountain stream.

There are tea guests in twos and threes in the front hall, and fine porcelain double-layer dim sum towers are placed on the tables. Roses and vines are painted on the teapots and tea cups with red and green ink, making the tea in the cups full-bodied or transparent. .

"Hey, is it the housing? Keep your voice down."

A lowered voice came from beside her. Kanda looked down and saw a little old lady who was forking a fruit sandwich on a snack tower. She held the fork and raised her head to warn, "The child is exhausted and resting."

"Rest? Isn't it working time?" Kanda joked.

The old lady frowned, her whole face collapsed: "What's the matter with you young man?"

"Do you have an appointment?" A middle-aged man opposite asked, stroking his beard.

"No."

"Just wait if there is nothing urgent." The middle-aged man was unhappy, "You are too unreasonable."

Kanda was speechless, and walked around their tables and chairs calmly.

The teenager was dozing off at the front desk, pressing the turned off alarm clock, with a half-eaten bag of potato chips beside him.He buried his face in his arms, his short white hair falling over his shoulders and arms.The window behind him was wide open, and the April spring breeze from the lake passed through the window and gently stroked the tips of his hair.

As early as after the accident where the hotel was smashed, the owner of the hotel had already redecorated the place.There is a grand piano that Kanda is very familiar with in the front hall. The potted plants and flowerpots have been replaced. The front desk and window lattices are white, and the curtains and tablecloths are blue.

You see, everything has changed here, except you.

Thinking of this, Kanda couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.He reached out and patted the boy's shoulder.

Not moving.

Kanda had no choice but to lean into his ear.

"Bean sprouts, if you don't get up again, I'll just carry you into the guest room upstairs."

Then he saw his boy was awakened, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head reluctantly.He blinked, and those leaden gray eyes met his gaze.

There was still mist in his eyes, but Kanda still saw himself in it.

He also saw the sky and rain in England, the flowing Mersey River, the Tower Bridge and the Clock Tower...

And all the reasons he loves it here.

-FIN.