Pure love, Sipi, the god of war, she is alive

The first thing Obone Yuta did after returning to Japan was to buy a two-storey villa in Tokyo.

Now that I have graduated from the college, of course I am embarrassed to stay in the college dormitory, even though the college dormitory building is still as empty as ever.

It took him two days to arrange his and Lixiang's room, highlighting that it was their common room.

The wallpaper is in a cute style with egg yellow as the background and cloud patterns. He bought two bookshelves, a small lamp, and a large doll full of childlike innocence, and placed them on the double bed, surrounded by the sleeping beauty-like black hair on the bed. girl.

It took a lot of energy to buy furniture, no accident, this is probably his and Lixiang's home, of course Yi Gu Youtai must take it seriously.

Their life transitions from legendary and adventurous global travel to daily warm and plain daily necessities, but it is not abrupt or uncomfortable.

The moonlight is slightly dim tonight, a round of jade plates is hidden behind the misty dark clouds, and the street lamps cast round spots of light, illuminating the young people who are walking home slowly on the road.

Yi Gu Youtai just came out of a nearby supermarket, carrying a bag of vegetables and some meat ingredients in his hand. The refrigerator at home was running out of storage. He just passed by the supermarket when he came back from a mission, and went to add some ingredients by the way.

His clothes were clean and tidy, and he didn't look like he came back after fighting a few high-level spell spirits. Perhaps it was because the blood stains were difficult to rub off, so it would be less troublesome to wash and dry clothes?

Yi Guyou could see the light on the first floor of his small villa from a distance.

Of course, it wasn't that someone had left the light for him, but that Yi Gu Youtai didn't turn off the light at all when he went out.

Waste electricity just waste it.

Burning a little more electricity bills is better than facing an empty and dark living room every time he comes home.

Moreover, if Lixiang wakes up when he is not at home, will she be afraid of such a dark house?

In order to avoid the possibility of Li Xiang not being able to find him after waking up and panicking about the unfamiliar environment, Yi Guyoutai deliberately placed all the objects full of the life breath and common memory of the two of them in every corner of the villa, including sticking them on the Many photos of bedroom walls.

He also hung a small wall calendar that was equivalent to a diary next to the calendar in the living room.

It corresponds to the date of each day, and Yigu Youtai wrote down what he saw that day, whether calm or turbulent, from five years ago to now, and he has accumulated dozens of volumes.

These are all things Yigu Yuta has tried to make up for the five years that Lixiang was missing.

If she wakes up and feels sad about the time she has been vacant for so many years, these diaries can also be used as a comfort. He is willing to spend the whole day with her, going through the pages one by one.

One second before Yi Guyouta turned the doorknob of his own house, he was still thinking about tomorrow's menu.

I bought a lot of ingredients in one go today, is it too troublesome to cook them separately?

Why don't you just make a mixed skillet... huh?

The door swung open.

"..."

pat, pat.

With two muffled sounds, the black-haired young man's hands seemed to lose strength, and the plastic bag containing the heavy ingredients suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. Frozen beef, green onions, cabbage, etc., lay on the ground in a mess.

In the living room, the bright yellow light is still releasing its light selflessly, and that bright color passes through the night outside the house, stinging Yigu Youta's eyes.

His lips moved silently, and those emerald eyes made a huge wave for a moment, but they were soothed for a moment, and fell silent.

The dense mist covered his pupils and lingered.

Yi Guyoutai thought about it countless times, and rehearsed it countless times. When Lixiang woke up, what kind of demeanor he would have and what to say to her.

But, until he really ushered in this day, he suddenly found that... he couldn't say anything.

It took five years of mental construction and mental rehearsal, but at this time it was all in vain.

Something blocked his throat, except for a few breaths that leaked, no words could come out.

inside the house.

The black-haired girl was sitting on the seat in front of the dining table, with several diaries piled up in her hands, and there was another one in her hand, which seemed to have just been opened.

It may be that she hasn't moved for a long time, and her movements appear stiff and slow.

Hearing the movement outside the door, Kimoto Rika seemed to be aware of it, and those clear and moist eyes turned straight to him.

In her memory, she just fell asleep and separated from Yi Guyoutai for only a day.

That's why Lixiang could smile so naturally and call out to him.

"worry--"

Unfinished words melted in the warm embrace of young people.

Lixiang was slightly taken aback.

She grabbed the shirt on Yi Gu Youta's chest, and could feel the intense and powerful heartbeat in her heart.

She intuitively sensed something, closed her mouth obediently, let herself relax, and lay in her lover's arms with her eyes closed.

"Lixiang..."

The chest against Lixiang's head trembled slightly as the young man's voice kept sucking in air.

There were too many emotions in his voice, Kimoto Rika's brain that had just woken up was still confused and could not distinguish clearly.

Joy was mixed with weeping, and after rejoicing, there seemed to be boundless panic and fear hidden behind.

Lost and found again and again, gained and lost again.

He is already trying to adjust his mentality, and he has listened to the suggestions of his friends and teachers.

He thought he had built layers of fortresses in his heart, and then in the girl's crooked eyes and a smile, the walls collapsed and the flood burst.

His throat seemed to be out of his control, trembling all the time, and his breath was broken and intermittent.

Even so, he still tried his best to say that sentence. He had already described countless scenes and tried to figure out the tone over and over again.

He gently held Lixiang's cheeks, frowned slightly, but burst into a smile that surpassed Xuyang's.

"Welcome back, Rika."

Rika stared at him blankly.

Her hand was still a little stiff, and her knuckles were not bent, she just touched the corner of Yi Gu Youta's lips like that.

She even forgot to say "I'm back".

Because of the Yiguyouta in her eyes, he was obviously smiling... But Lixiang felt that he was about to cry in a second.

Kimoto Rika hugged him back at a loss, almost trying to embed her body into him with force, the only way to bring a sense of security to Otoko Yuta.

She subconsciously wanted to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Yuta."

"sorry that I had you worried."

"Don't cry."

What Lixiang wants to see is not Yuta's tears of sorrow.

Yi Gu Youtai buried his face into the girl's neck, and he said with a smug voice: "No. Even if you cry, it's..."

"Crying for joy?"

"Yes, weeping with joy."

The eyes of the two intertwined, lingering, and finally turned into a calm smile.

This night, the two are destined to have no sleep.

Lixiang listened to Otoko Yuta chattering in her ear, and since she lost consciousness, there were piles of "souvenirs" piled up beside her hand for her who had just woken up.

Kimoto Rika felt lost, she leaned on Otoko Yuta with a little guilt: "Five years..."

It turned out that so long had passed.

To put it bluntly, when she looked at Youta at first, she didn't feel any sense of disobedience, but when she calmed down and took a closer look, she found that the contours of the other person's face were much deeper, and she looked like a fully grown youth.

It was only a blink of an eye, but Yuta had grown up again.

The years seemed to be impossible to grasp, and they stole five years of their time from Lixiang's fingers.

"Five years is too short...as long as Li Xiang wakes up."

Yigu Youta didn't mention anything about his mentality changes in the past five years. Even if Li Xiang asked about it, it was an understatement, and he didn't intend to talk about it in depth.

Now that Lixiang has awakened, it is meaningless to look back.

"It's not too late now." Yi Guyou looked at her tenderly, "It's still too late."

"In time?" Li Xiang was stunned.

"Correct."

Yi Gu Youtai turned around, and he walked in front of Li Xiang, just like the day they reunited five years ago, he knelt down on one knee slowly in front of the girl.

Memory replay is average.

Otoko Yuta took Lixiang's hand, and pressed a kiss on her slightly dull ring.

It will be a matter of course, and the fruit will fall when it is ripe.

Yi Guyou too opened his lips, and Lixiang seemed to hear the song of an angel, and the melody was melodious in his ears.

"Marry me, Rika."

——The most beautiful language in the world is this.

This year, you and I are 22 years old.

The ripe fruit is bright and crumbling, and it has come to the picking season.

The branches of love have given birth to the fullest fruits, exuding a tempting sweetness, but no one can refuse its fragrance to those who are indulging in the nourishment of love.

Qiben Lixiang clasped his five fingers, and pressed his palms together.

"Okay," she said.

She waited for this day, too long, too long.

When I was young, childish words and ignorant promises.

At last the brightest flowers bloomed.

.........

Three days after that, everyone received bronzing invitations signed by "Yi Bone".

Everyone couldn't help their eyelids twitching when they took out this pink-packed invitation from the mailbox.

The invitations to former classmates are similar with minor differences.

[To the companion who has accompanied us through the irreplaceable youth. 】

[The wedding is scheduled for the spring when the flowers are in full bloom, and the season when everything is revived. I hope this love can last for a long time and always bloom undefeated. 】

【Sincerely invite you to come to our wedding and witness the day when we agreed to vow. 】

【Waiting for your presence. 】

The words sent to teachers are much more respectful. Japanese culture still values ​​this aspect, although Gojo Satoru himself may not be too fond of this form.

However, he would not disobey their wishes in his student's wedding.

After sending invitations to several teachers, Otoko Yuta and Kimoto Rika began to look at each other in blank dismay.

According to the elimination method, the last one they dragged out of the ostrich mentality is also the most difficult one...

Yi Gu Youtai looked at the big characters "Mr. Rimbaud's personal letter" on the invitation card, expressing that he was a little panicked.

"Have we notified Monsieur Rimbaud before?"

"...No." Not only was the wedding not announced, but she even forgot to mention when she woke up...

At this moment, the adoptive father received two messages at once, would he think it was double happiness (?)?

Yi Guyou was too silent.

He seemed to see a future in which he was hammered by a painting collection after the wedding.

Qiben Lixiang smashed the jar: "It doesn't matter, it's done, our auditorium is all set, let's send it out like this!"

"...Okay." The wife said, of course he listened.

.........

Standing in front of the mailbox, Rimbaud stared at the wedding invitation in his hand with a blank expression on his face.

Having recovered all his memories, he thought it was time to go back to Yokohama.

He definitely couldn't stop Lixiang from getting married, but her natal family was too small, and she looked thin and empty, so she couldn't control the scene.

He has to recruit a few people to suppress the market...

Paul Verlaine.

Rimbaud murmured the name in his heart.

Are you still there?