[Net King] It's just that the butterfly doesn't want to

Half of the summer vacation has passed in a blink of an eye.

Under the clear blue sky, the afternoon sun shone unrestrainedly, making it a bit dazzling.

"Xiao Wei, summer flies so fast."

Mama Ogata opened the window, and the long wind from the end of the street was blowing in.

Ogata Wei stood in front of the mirror arranging her bathrobe. She was in a daze when she heard the words. She turned her head and looked at the door of Yagyu's house on the opposite side. "Is it... I don't feel it."

"This year's summer festival, isn't Billy going with you?"

"No...he's not going."

"in argument?"

"No," Ogata Yui withdrew his gaze, "Hiroshi didn't like lively places in the first place."

"I see, but before..."

Seeing that her mother wanted to ask more questions, Ogata picked up the handbag, "I'm going out first."

"Eh? But..."

"I have an appointment with my classmate."

Ogata's mother only heard the click of the door lock, abruptly interrupting the noisy and monotonous cicadas in summer. When she turned her head, Ogata Yui had disappeared.

There was a shower at noon, and water droplets occasionally slipped between the green branches and leaves.

The humid breath in the air quietly evaporated in the scorching sun, Ogata Yui strolled slowly along the road by the sea, it was still early for the appointed time, she went out just to avoid her mother's curiosity.

The road leading to the temple fair is very long, and there are very few pedestrians on the road. When she arrived, the dusk was only covered with a thin layer of color.

The temple fair is on the winding mountain road, stepping on the long steps, at the torii gate in front of the mountain gate, there is a figure leaning on the vermilion wooden pillars behind him boredly, and the shadow casts alone on the steps.

Ogata Yui's footsteps stopped, and tourists passed by her side occasionally.

The young man in the twilight seemed to have noticed something, looked up, passed through the sparse pedestrians, and landed on her.

Going forward is the only entrance and exit to the temple fair, Ogata Yui just felt that there was no way to avoid it, she went up the stairs and walked in front of Kirihara Chiya.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

She looked at the boy's expression, although it was a waiting gesture, it was rare for Kirihara Akashi not to show a trace of impatience, which was quite different from his usual personality.

"……No."

The boy frowned awkwardly, avoiding her gaze as if avoiding it.

"Then why did you..."

"Why did you come so early?" Kirihara Chi also spoke out first.

"Ah, I have an appointment with a classmate."

"now?"

Ogata Yui glanced at the twilight covering the sky like a veil, and estimated the time, "Not really, I seem to have come early."

Kirihara Akaya's uncle-like expression finally relaxed, and he announced briskly, "I came early too."

"..." Ogata Yui really didn't understand what it was to be happy about.

"Since we met by such a coincidence, let's go play a game!"

"...Huh?" Ogata Yui suspected that he had heard wrong, "What?"

"Temple fair game!" Kirihara Chi also explained to her enthusiastically, "You can accumulate game points to exchange for prizes. Your ability to comprehend games is not bad. Now that there are few people and no queues, let's go play games!"

"..."

After a long absence, Ogata Yui felt a familiar sense of powerlessness from the boy in front of him.

"Let's go!" Kirihara Chi also turned around impatiently and said, "It will be troublesome if there are too many people!"

"I know, I know."

Ogata Yui followed in his footsteps.

The wooden clogs stepped on the shadow of the boy in the dusk, Ogata Yui frowned slightly, thinking of the "coincidence" that Kirihara Chiya said, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As long as Akira Kirihara is willing, no matter when Yui Ogata comes, they will definitely meet—in the brightly lit temple fair, romance is like the most perfect script written by a love novelist.

And this point, when will this single-celled creature who has been waiting in front of the mountain gate for a long time find out?

The temple fair that has not yet become lively really does not need to line up in front of the booths. Once Kirihara Chiya is in the game, he concentrates on it. Before long, they have accumulated a lot of points coupons in front of each booth. Yui Ogata counted them and they can already exchange them. Simple prizes, "What would you like to redeem?"

"Exchange?" Kirihara Chi also blinked, "I just want to be the first."

Ogata Yui looked at him speechlessly, "This is the summer festival."

"I know."

"..." Yui Ogata thought, no, you don't know, no matter how romantic a romance novelist is, he would not be able to write the script of Chiya Kirihara.

She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "What's the matter with your strange desire to win...?"

"Because he used to be Minister Yukimura's No. 1!" Kirihara Chiya was in the loop, and retorted unconvinced, "If you want to talk about winning or losing, that guy is weird!"

"..." You are worthy of being the younger generation taught by Yukimura Seiichi himself.

Ogata Yui was about to speak when she suddenly caught the hidden meaning in his words. She froze for a moment, then subconsciously turned her head to look at the gradually brightly lit temple fair. Among the layers of lights, there were more and more tourists. After dusk, the temple fair It started to get lively.

She blurted out in a trance:

"Isn't he coming this year?"

"What?" Kirihara Aka thought for a while, "Did you say Minister Yukimura? I didn't hear that he was coming."

"..."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

Ogata Yui shook his head absently.

The lively night scene seems to freeze and slowly fade on the retina, pedestrians are weaving together, people come and go on the streets of the temple fair, and many strangers pass by her, but on this road, no matter which direction you go, she Nor will you meet an absent person.

The hustle and bustle of the summer festival seemed to be separated by a layer of water mist, and when she looked around, it gradually became blurred, and she somewhat understood why Yagyu Hiroshi didn't come.In the repeated time, they have walked the same street many times and watched the same fireworks many times.

She suddenly lost interest, and threw out the circle in her hand, and the score was normal.

"—Yo, this is really an abnormal performance."

A slightly smiling voice suddenly appeared beside him, accompanied by the sweet aroma of apple candy, which almost melted in the dim light.

Ogata Yui tilted his head in surprise.

At the same time, she heard Kirihara Akaya shouting in dissatisfaction, "Marui-senpai, Kuwahara-senpai—what are you doing here?"

Kuwahara looked up suspiciously, "This is the summer festival, can't we come?"

"..." Kirihara Chi also seemed to be unable to find a suitable reason to refute.

Fumta Marui took a bite of the candy apple, not caring about the inexplicable rejection from the younger generation, "What are you guys playing?"

Kirihara Aka also felt a little irritated intuitively: "Why did I tell you!"

"Temple fair game," Ogata Yui quickly betrayed him, "is accumulating points."

"Really?" Fumta Marui leaned over to look at the flyer on her body, "What's the next project?"

"Fishing goldfish."

"Coincidentally, I am very good at this."

"Wait—" Kirihara Akaya separated the two of them, no matter how he looked at Senior Marui, he got a little too close, and he gave him a wary look, "What does this have to do with you?"

"Aren't you going to play a game?" Marui Fumta asked leisurely.

Kirihara Akaya: "..."

Seeing that the junior didn't react at all, Fumta Marui showed a funny expression, and asked knowingly, "Is there any difference between me playing and her playing?"

Kirihara Akaya: "..."

"Since you can't answer, how about playing together?"

"No!!" Kirihara Chi also quickly refused, he had almost no reason to just react intuitively, "Seniors, you are so annoying!"

"It breaks my heart when you talk like that."

Bunta Marui was already paying the bill in front of the goldfish fishing booth, took the paper net from the shopkeeper, and squatted by the pool, his joking tone sounded a bit mocking no matter what.

Akiya Kirihara had a few complex thoughts intertwined in his mind. He watched Yuiya Ogata pick up the paper net, and then glanced at the two seniors who met unexpectedly. He didn't know why he felt it was an eyesore.

The boy snorted angrily, turned around and left.

"Hey, Chiya," Kuwahara followed helplessly, "What are you throwing your temper at?"

Ogata Yui was taken aback for a moment, "Don't you like fishing for goldfish?"

"I'm allergic to goldfish!" Kirihara Chiya turned around and yelled at her, "I'll die if I see it!"

Yui Ogata: "..."

The figures of Chiya Kirihara and Kuwahara quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Ogata Yui sighed, squatted down again, and asked Marui Bunta sideways, "Why are you messing with him?"

Marui Fumta smiled, "Is it obvious?"

"It is clear."

"Maybe I just can't bear the look of him being pampered by relying on ignorance."

"..."

"Just kidding." While talking, Marui Bunta picked up a goldfish and put it into a transparent water bag, "Aka is also a troublesome guy, right?"

"...It's true."

"Although it's annoying, don't hate him."

Ogata Wei was stunned for a moment, the goldfish slipped away from the net, she lowered her eyelashes, "How could it be?"

"Or you're used to expressing hatred in an emotional way," Marui Bunta didn't argue with her, "for example... guilt?"

"I--"

"If you don't have one, why are you always feeling guilty about me?"

Ogata was speechless for a moment.

Facing Bunta Marui, she could not hide many subtle emotions. She did not refute his speculation, but looked at the goldfish swimming in the pool with some fascination.

"Sometimes, I feel that the current mood may be just a misunderstanding." The girl answered the question, and she believed that Fumta Marui could understand, "Just like the atmosphere of a temple fair, as long as you are in it, you will be affected. It's just an illusion."

"Is that how you see other people's feelings?"

"I just...feel that way."

"Is it."

Marui Bunta stared at her for a while, and finally curled the corners of his lips, he asked:

"Do you know what counts as liking?"

"..." Ogata opened her mouth only to realize that her vocabulary was poor. She thought for a moment, then shook her head wordlessly, "Probably, it's not that clear."

"In that case, how can you understand them."

The goldfish in the pool swung its tail suddenly, splashing a splash of water.

The bright light of the lamp reflected in the water and swayed in the bottom of the young man's clear eyes.

"You don't know how their hearts are moved for you at a certain moment, how sweet and uneasy they are when they talk to you, how do you conclude that this is false?" The meaning of understanding quietly dissipated, "Maybe it's just an illusion for you."

The young man's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, falling into the atmosphere of the bustling market, revealing a trace of almost silent grievance.

Ogata Yui seemed to be bumped lightly by something, feeling a little sad.

"I……"

"Okay." Fumta Marui interrupted her, and in an instant he returned to his heartless and slightly joking look. He handed her a stack of coupons, "here, you can go and exchange for prizes."

They looked at each other in the sparkling water, and something quietly dissipated.

As if the meaningful conversation had never happened, Fumta Marui clapped her hands and stood up, saying goodbye to her, "Go home early."

The young man turned around and walked into the bright summer lights alone.

There was a noisy movement behind him, and the first fireworks of the night suddenly bloomed in the sky.

During the brief blank interval of the fireworks, Marui Bunta heard the enthusiastic voices around, mixed with hurried footsteps, the crowd rushed closer to the fireworks, and children chased through the crowd.His footsteps paused slightly, and he walked forward in the countercurrent with his back to the fireworks.

Fireworks are perishable, and there are too many things in the world that cannot be pursued.

The author has something to say: My brain: I want to write a Chiya Kirihara!

My hand: I heard that, Marui Bunta.

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Xiaomai;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Raylene, Lil 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of kumquat; 10 bottles of Jiuyou yusa; 5 bottles of fish porridge; 1 bottle of mirror;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!