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Memoeable   First Love
Satisfying Class and wealth
Dramatic Rumour and gossip
Vivid Honour
Significant
Important
Striking
Moving
Powerful
Entertaining
Fascinationg

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哥岛，相遇，一见钟情

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了解八卦，暗恋

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祈祷神能赐予他一个初江这样的老婆，想屁吃

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初江迷路，新治英雄救美，作者乳控+1，互相了解名字

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领工资，帮抬船，丢工资，初江还，再相遇，初江笑，疯狂笑，笑死了，全剧终。互相亲，失初吻。作者乳控+2
The stripes of her faded work-clothes were moving and shifting where they crossed her breasts.

“This is where it hurts,” Hatsue said again.

“Are you all right?” And without thinking Shinji put his own hand on the spot.

“When you press it, it feels a little better,” the girl said.

And suddenly Shinji’s breast too was moving fast.

Their cheeks came so close they were almost touching. They could plainly smell each other—it was a fragrance like that of salt water. They could feel each other’s warmth.

Their dry, chapped lips touched. There was a slight taste of salt.

“It’s like seaweed,” Shinji thought.

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跟踪，暗恋
With that, the two parted and went walking away on opposite sides of the row of boats. Shinji was starting for home, but he noticed that the girl had not appeared from behind the boats. Just then he saw her shadow cast on the sand from behind the last boat and knew she was hiding there.

“Your shadow’s giving you away,” he called out.

Suddenly the figure of a girl dressed in wide-striped work-clothes came darting out, like some wild animal, and went running at full speed across the beach, never looking back.

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八卦的灯塔夫人。
her visitor was a young girl, she talked first in a general sort of way about love, and finally got around to asking such direct questions as “Isn’t there someone you like very much?” At times, when the lighthouse-keeper saw the girl become rattled, he would ask a teasing question of his own

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不自信的千代子登场
This unsociable girl
wore a trace of make-up and her face was made all the more inconspicuous by the plain, dark-brown suit she was wearing. There was something about the cheerful, slapdash way her dingy features were thrown together that might have appealed to some. But she always wore a gloomy expression and, in her constantly perverse way, insisted upon thinking of herself as unattractive.

Chiyoko’s face had clouded at the word “beauty.” Just the word alone seemed an implied criticism of her own looks.

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亚索那谣言开始的地方
So everybody in the village is saying I’m sure to be chosen for Hatsue’s husband and adopted into her family

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看老天多帮新治呐，新治有多喜欢初江啊，鱼都不打了。
Before, he had hated days when there was no fishing, days that robbed him both of the pleasure of working and of income, but now the prospect of such a day seemed the most wonderful of festival days to him. It was a festival made glorious, not with blue skies and flags waving from poles topped with golden balls, but with a storm, raging seas, and a wind that shrieked as it came tearing through the prostrate treetops

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亲啥都像初江
The sharp, fresh saltiness ran down his flushed cheeks, down the lines of his nose, and Shinji recalled the taste of Hatsue’s lips

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真他娘的狗血又戏剧
He became lost in the sensations of his body as it gradually became warm, and in the voice of the storm outside; he surrendered himself to the euphoria created by his trusting devotion itself. The fact that he was lacking in the ability to imagine all sorts of things that might keep the girl from coming did not trouble him in the least.

When she arrived at the meeting place, there the fire was, and there the boy was—fast asleep. So, making up her mind as quickly as a child, she evidently had decided to waste no time in drying her wet clothes and her wet body while the boy slept. In short, the idea that she was undressing in front of a man had never crossed her mind. She was simply undressing before a fire—because this happened to be the only fire there was, because she was wet.

And thus it was that he laid his head on his knees and fell asleep.

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吾辈皆模，三百六十行行行出色狼

When Shinji opened his eyes, the blazing fire was there before him, burning as brightly as ever, as though he had only closed his eyes the moment before. But a strange, indistinct shadow was standing across the fire from him. He wondered if he were dreaming.

It was a naked girl who stood there, her head bent low, holding a white chemise to dry at the fire. Standing as she was, the chemise held down toward the fire with both hands, she was revealing the whole upper half of her body.

When he realized that this was certainly no dream, the idea occurred to Shinji that, by using just a little cunning and pretending to be still asleep, he could watch her through half-closed eyes. And yet, her body was almost too beautiful to be watched without moving at all

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肉体不应该是感情的间隔
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he had been used to seeing the women of this fishing village naked, but this was the first time he had ever seen the girl he loved naked. And yet he could not understand why, just because she was naked, a barrier should have risen between them, making difficult the everyday civilities, the matter-of-course familiarities.

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没啥好说的，戏剧，新治牛逼

Without realizing the enormity of what she was saying, the girl gave an amazing explanation:

“Yes ...”
“Why?”
“You—you still haven’t taken everything off

after an instant’s hesitation he began taking off his crew-neck sweater, saying not a word. Struck by the thought that Hatsue might run away while he was undressing

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决定结婚了？就这？？还有定情物

Because I’ve decided it’s you I’m going to marry, and until I do, it’s really bad.

My, it is pretty.” Delighted, the girl mirrored the flames in the smooth face of the shell. Then she held it up against her hair and said:

“It looks like coral, doesn’t it? Wonder if it wouldn’t even make a pretty hair ornament?”

Shinji sat down on the floor close beside the girl.
Now that they were dressed, they could kiss in comfort. ...

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千代子看到了呢

At this moment Chiyoko caught sight of Shinji descending the storm-swept stairs—with Hatsue snuggled against him.

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亚索的情敌

In bed that night Yasuo kept pinching his thighs to keep from going to sleep. But this was not really necessary: the animosity he felt toward Shinji and the jealousy he felt at Shinji’s having stolen a march on him were enough to keep him awake of themselves.

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戏剧
One of the hornets came flying timidly toward the wrist watch, only to find that this strange beetle that emitted a shimmering light and chirruped methodically was protected within slippery, cold armour of glass. Perhaps out of disappointment, the hornet turned its stinger toward the skin at Yasuo’s wrist

—and drove it in with all its might.

Yasuo gave a shout.

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亚索真男人

The girl did not yet realize how very attractive she was. Perhaps she might have if she had thought about it deeply enough, but just now she accepted Yasuo’s explanation that he had actually hidden here for no other reason than to frighten her.

In an instant, taking advantage of her trustfulness, Yasuo snatched the pole away from her and caught her by the right wrist. The leather of Yasuo’s jacket was making creaking sounds.

Yasuo had finally recovered his poise. He stood glaring at Hatsue. Now he was quite self-possessed and, intending to win the girl fairly, he fell unconsciously into an imitation of the open and aboveboard manner he imagined Shinji must have used on a similar occasion.

“All right,” he said reasonably, “now will you listen to what I’ve got to say? You’ll be sorry if you don’t. So you’d better listen—unless you want everybody to know about you and Shinji.”

Hatsue’s face was flushed and she was breathing hard.

“Let go of my arm! What do you mean—about me and Shinji?”

“Don’t act so innocent. As though you haven’t been playing around with Shinji! You really put one over on me.”

“Don’t say such ridiculous things. I haven’t done any such thing.”

“Me, I know all about it. What was it you did with Shinji up on the mountain the other day in the storm? ... Hey! just look at her blush! ... So now you’re going to do the same thing with me. Come on! Come on!”

“Get away! Get away from me!” Hatsue struggled, trying to escape.

Yasuo would not let her go. She would be sure to tell her father if she got away now before anything happened. But afterwards—then she wouldn’t tell a soul. Yasuo was hopelessly addicted to the pulp magazines, which came from the city, with their frequent confessions of girls who had been “seduced.” What a grand feeling it was to be able to do this to a girl and yet be sure that she could never tell anyone about it!

Yasuo finally had Hatsue pinned to the ground beside the spring. One of the buckets had been knocked over and the water was running over the moss- covered earth. The light of the street lamp showed Hatsue’s nostrils quivering and her wide-open eyes flashing. Her hair was half in the spilled water.

Suddenly Hatsue pursed her lips and spat full on Yasuo’s chin.

This aroused his passion all the more and, feeling her heaving breasts beneath him, he thrust his face against her cheek.