I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has appeared in front of him more often recently.

Logically speaking, they should not meet each other. Akutagawa Ryunosuke is a core member of the militant faction, going out early and coming back late every day, while she is a stay-at-home mom, and being dragged downstairs to bask in the sun is the limit for her.

But under such circumstances, it was very abnormal that she still met Ryunosuke Akutagawa five times in three days.

"Akutagawa-kun, do you have a crush on me?"

After meeting Ryunosuke Akutagawa off work for the fourth time, Yukie Tsukishiro followed him directly back to his apartment, pushed him down on the sofa when he was not paying attention, and said.

"..."

Facing the girl's cunning gaze and the body that was pressing against her, Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Rashomon pressed tightly against the gap between his chest and Tsukishiro Yukimi's.

"I hate being fooled."

"I didn't fool you. I've always said that I like you very much."

"..."

The girl looked at him sincerely, their faces close to each other and they could smell each other's breath. Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes swept across her eyes, nose, and pale lips. He suddenly missed a breath and pushed her away.

"I won't tease you anymore. Xiaoyin Yiye, Xianrong, and I have an appointment to fly kites this weekend. Guess who will be the one who has the honor of being my bodyguard."

Xuejian climbed up from Akutagawa Ryunosuke, adjusted her skirt, opened the refrigerator familiarly and poured herself a glass of milk.

But Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't have time to think about why he was so strange just now. He confirmed again, "You, flying a kite?"

Normally I'm afraid that the wind will blow you away. At that time, will it be you who flies the kite or the kite that lets you go?

"Can't I watch them fly kites?"

Xue Jian stretched out her tone, "They will be responsible for releasing the lights, I will be responsible for taking the photos, and you will be responsible for keeping an eye on me."

That's more like it. She is so weak now that she can't even beat a child. How can she survive without someone watching her?

We still have to find a way to cure the disease.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and held Xuejian's hand,

"That milk is cold and can't be drunk. Put it back. I have fresh milk here."

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Unexpectedly, Yamazaki Hideyoshi also brought Izumi Kyoka and Nakajima Atsushi.

"Kyoka misses Akutagawa-kun. Atsushi-kun came here with Kyoka."

Yamazaki Hideyoshi smiled embarrassedly, Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Nakajima Atsushi started fighting as soon as they met. Higuchi Ichiyoshi pulled Izumi Kyoka to pick a kite. The latter glanced at Yamazaki Hideyoshi timidly at first, and after getting an affirmative look, she bravely greeted Yukie and ran away happily following Higuchi Ichiyoshi.

Peaceful days are so nice. The two camps that were fighting each other to the death not long ago can now go shopping together hand in hand.

Yamazaki Hideyoshi pushed the wheelchair towards Akutagawa Gin. Tachihara Michizo, who had followed him, was circling around Gin. Akutagawa Ryunosuke took the time out of his busy schedule to take a look and hit him with a Rashomon, making him scream.

Higuchi Ichiyo laughed loudly, and Tachihara Michizo was so angry that he was about to reveal her secret love diary on the spot, but Higuchi covered his mouth tightly and almost destroyed the evidence.

"By the way, Dazai asked me to give you a message."

"Ok?"

After waiting for a long time without any response, Xuejian felt puzzled.

The troubled Yamazaki Hideyoshi finally spoke out after gritted his teeth.

"Dazai said that if you want to use your supernatural powers to extend your life, you can find him at any time, but don't touch Akutagawa."

In fact, the original words were much more unpleasant than this. Tsukishiro Yukie was one of the people that Dazai Osamu hated the most, along with Mori Ogai.

Xuejian didn't react much, but she was a little happy for Akutagawa. It seemed that Dazai Osamu still valued this subordinate very much.

"Has he forgotten that his ability is not worthy of being a human? Never mind, just help me reply to him."

Finally we arrived at the spot for flying kites, which was a hillside recommended by Xiaoyin. It was April, and the land was covered with golden rapeseed flowers. The sun's rays shone equally on every petal, and gold was almost the only color in everyone's eyes.

The girls were all infected by the scenery and ordered the two coolies - two boys to quickly take out the kites. Yamazaki Hideyoshi was also eager to try, and after asking Xuejian, he followed them and went to fly a kite.

Soon, the kites flew crookedly into the sky, and everyone ran after the kites. In the blink of an eye, only Xuejian was still sitting in the wheelchair.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was originally following behind Xiaoyin. He was also a little excited. This was the first time he went out to play with his sister in so many years. Xiaoyin's smile was beautiful and pure, as if she was born carefree, and the hardship and hunger in her youth were just like something in a dream.

Such a beautiful day was something he never dared to dream of as a child.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke still had a smile on his face, but suddenly he remembered that there was someone he had forgotten.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly turned around to look for Setsuki Tsukishiro. How could he forget her? He had clearly promised to stay by her side and protect her. Akutagawa turned around in annoyance and searched for Setsuki Tsukishiro.

Fortunately, Yuecheng Xuejian was still there.

She was in poor health and could only stay where she was.

Xuejian didn't see Akutagawa coming in the opposite direction. She stood up and walked a few steps. After making sure that there was no problem of sudden fainting, she walked through the sea of ​​flowers with confidence, with her hands open to both sides, and the rape flowers kissed her palms.

At this time, a strong wind blew, and the rape flowers hit the back of her hand. Xuejian retracted her hand in surprise, stared at the flower in front of her in doubt, raised her hand and touched it lightly, and after making sure that the flower would not move again, she hit it back.

The poor rape flowers wilted in an instant.

It turns out that flowers can hit people, so we have to be careful with them.

It’s not written in the book, and this is the first time I’ve seen it.

If you stay in the house and only read books and use electronic products, you will not be able to experience the splendor of flowers, wind and sunshine coexisting.

Xuejian didn't think her thoughts were funny. Common sense learned and seeing with one's own eyes are different, just like everyone knows Kyoto, but even Kyoto people themselves may not have visited the local attractions. She knew that rape flowers were like this because they were blown by the wind, but it was the first time she felt "hit" by it.

It’s great to have one more connection with this world.

Another breeze blew by, and Xue Jianyi reached out and picked a rape flower, and said to Akutagawa Ryunosuke who walked quickly to her,

"Look, this flower is the same color as my eyes."

Strangely, Akutagawa Ryunosuke just glanced back and forth between her eyes and the flowers, and then asked,

"Do you like this kind of flower?"

Xuejian hesitated, shook her head and said, "I don't know."

She had never seen it before, so how could she know whether she liked it or not.

She likes jasmine because the nurse placed a pot of jasmine by her bed. The nurse was actually a nanny who had been with her family for many years. Since she fell ill, she was assigned to take care of her until she retired. After the nurse died, no one came to visit her.

In addition, there is a wisteria planted in her family's courtyard. The wisteria is said to be several decades old. The vines are all over the eaves, and the branches hang down under the eaves.

When I was a child, when my mother and father were still in love, they used to sit under a blossoming tree and recite haiku to each other.

She had only seen these two kinds of flowers.

She died before she was even twenty years old, and before she even saw the third kind of flower.