Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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The busy office workers in Kanagawa on weekends temporarily stopped. The noisy and bustling streets on weekdays are much cooler, but the bookstore has become the hardest hit area for crowds.

Asakawa Xiali, who was wearing a headset and talking to Yukimura Seiichi, was a few meters away from the bookstore. She sighed softly and rubbed her aching temple.

——Although adults will catch up on sleep during the holidays, those with children at home will take advantage of the rest day to purchase books.

The bookstore at the end of the semester is also terrible, full of the smell of chemistry test questions.

"What's wrong?" Yukimura Seichi asked.

The hands of the clock were exactly pointing to the eight o'clock mark. Yukimura Seichi asked the nurse to help warm up the oversized rechargeable hot water bag Asakawa Xia bought on Saturday, and the high-hanging medicinal liquid dripped into the body along the infusion needle. This time it didn't take away Yukimura Seiichi's body temperature.

Lying flat on the bed table with his left hand from wrist to elbow, he flipped through the "French Poems" that Asakawa Xia made an excuse to bring on Friday, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Ah...it's nothing." Asakawa Natsu turned to the replenishment bulletin board at the entrance of the bookstore, and while scanning the list of books arriving on it, briefly described the situation to Yukimura Seichi: "There are so many people in the bookstore, and it's only eight o'clock. The office workers are working hard." Wouldn't it be nice to catch up on sleep at home for a week? Get a good night's sleep and come back after ten o'clock."

"Xiao Xia." The boy's slender fingers were used as bookmarks to record the reading pages, and he moved his numb left hand and smiled: "Others will think the same, so it has evolved into: 'Go early, don't queue'. "

"Hey - don't." Asakawa Xia wailed a little. She lifted the strap of her backpack and slowed down a lot when her eyes fell on the "Foreign Book Replenishment Catalogue".

"Hush." ​​Although the boy on the opposite side couldn't see his actions through the earphone cable, Asakawa Xia still stretched out his index finger and leaned against his lips: "Student Yukimura, please give me 5 minutes to carefully review Mr. Wang Zengqi's book. Out of stock, please please."

"Okay." Seiichi Yukimura flipped through the poetry collection again, adjusted the position of the earphones a little, and then added: "As long as it takes, Xiaoxia will let me know when he finishes what he is doing."

"Thank you, Ashi."

"You're welcome," he said.

The girl's shallow breathing came through the earpiece, Yukimura Seiichi didn't read seriously, and was often distracted thinking about what happened last week.

The fine hair on his forehead brushed against his eyes from time to time, and the thoughts that followed after reading the first poem were like a deep pool engulfing his whole body. Yukimura Seiki pressed his fingers slightly on the table, once, twice...

The tennis club has heavy training and has no free time to visit the hospital. On school days, Seiichi Yukimura feels the coldness of being taken away by himself.

His nurse in charge often sighed: "What a delicate person."

That look seemed to misjudge his gender.

The smell of the hospital is not good. After receiving the treatment, Yukimura Seiichi likes to put on his coat and go to the roof of the top floor to blow the air. gasp.

When walking back, the corridor was intertwined with light and dark, Yukimura Seiichi stepped lightly and the coat on his shoulders faintly slipped, he only paused for a moment when he stretched out his hand to pull it back, and a distant, whispered and regretful conversation came to his ears.

"The patient named Yukimura in the next ward is really slender, and no one visits him after being hospitalized for so long..."

"It can't be helped. His friends in this age group are basically students, and his parents are busy with work." Another nurse who knows more information echoed: "I heard that he plays tennis very well, but acute radiculitis is very serious. It is difficult to cure, and for patients, experiencing the process of losing control of muscles is considered physical and mental torture."

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torture?

Seiichi Yukimura lowered his eyes, propped himself on the handrail of the hospital wall, and shuttled through the bright and black phases. He walked slowly back to the ward, and the moment he pushed open the wooden door, the bouquet of pink lilies that were about to bloom drove away the depression in his heart.

The wandering thoughts gradually closed, and the purple-blue pupils also gathered bright spots again. Yukimura Seiichi raised the end of his eyes, first glanced at the warm left hand, and then turned his gaze to the lily on the counter.

It has been lying in the ward for about a week, and the greenness that is about to bloom has turned into mature charm.

Before Xiao Xia left yesterday, he seemed to have looked at the flowers a little more. He looked up, wondering what kind of flowers she would buy.

As for why not potted plants...

How could my girlfriend ignore it, the possibility of its long-term existence, and how could it allow a bad meaning.

"Yukimura-san, Yukimura-san, have you been distracted by French poetry?" Asakawa Natsu's voice sounded again in the earphones, and she jumped on the spot, stepping briskly, while happily sharing with Yukimura Seiichi: " Today is very lucky, the bookstore replenished nearly a thousand copies of Mr. Wang Zengqi's books at one time, let's see if we can read them together."

"The forum said that the food prose written by Mr. Wang has a sense of intimacy, and the emotions overflowing inside are like cherry blossom petals falling on the river in spring..."

Asakawa Xia didn't say the last half of the sentence, she shrank her neck: it was enough to dissipate all the unhappiness, and she just wanted to indulge in the fireworks in the world described by her husband, and reminisce with him.

"Yukimura-san, the bookstore is noisy, I'll hang up first."

"Xiao Xia, pay attention to safety."

"See you later, Yukimura-san."

"see you later."

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There are few types of flower shops near the hospital, and most of them are packaged finished flower baskets. Xia Chuanhua walked back and forth for five or six minutes with her pockets in her pocket before resigning herself to the place where she bought flowers last time.

She originally planned to discuss with the owner of the flower shop to send a bouquet of flowers within [-] yen every three days, suitable for the ward, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was not very good.

——Yukimura-san didn't want to receive flowers.

If someone else of the same age and opposite sex sends flowers, Yukimura-san... No, it's not a question of whether to accept or not, but apart from himself and the tennis club election, few people on the Lihai University campus know the specific situation of Yukimura-san.

"I can't even imagine what Yukimura-san would look like without tennis."

At ten o'clock in the morning, the traffic flow of the flower shop near the hospital is not too much. Asakawa Xia just passed by a customer with gray hair and a pair of wide-rimmed glasses on her wrinkled face. Consciously tilted his head and looked at it: a little familiar, but I can't remember it.

"welcome."

When she opened the door and walked in, the shopkeeper, dressed in plain white, was holding a bundle of pink carnations with a smile in her eyes, which added a lot of color to her pale face.

"Hello, I would like to buy a bouquet of carnations."

"Is this bouquet okay?" the owner Toto said, "If you don't like the color, you can change it."

Asakawa Xia looked at it, and she was satisfied with the color and freshness itself, but the number of sticks was a bit small, "Can you pack a set of [-] sticks for me?"

"Of course, but you need to wait for about 15 minutes, okay?"

The shopkeeper pointed to the container containing carnation flower branches beside him. The slanted branches were crooked like the marks left by caterpillars stained with ink crawling on white paper.

"Yes." Asakawa Xia nodded.

The shopkeeper moved quickly, and began to trim the flower branches after putting away the things. Asakawa Xia sat near her and watched her cut off the excess branches and leaves little by little.

"Speaking of which, the customer who bought flowers just now is the same as you. He also bought flowers on weekends to visit friends."

"Hey——" Asakawa Xia was a little surprised, she raised her chin and asked, "Is it also in a nearby hospital?"

The shopkeeper said softly, "I heard that he is a talented professional chess player and is very famous in the shogi circle."

"Professional chess player?"

Professional chess players, hospitals, geniuses...

Could it be... Mr. Soya! ?

Natsu Asakawa's breathing was stagnant. The last time I met Mr. Soya near her home was probably for medical treatment.

——Mr. Soya and Yukimura-san are completely different, but in a sense, they are 100% similar.

Acting on behalf of the gods, from a straight-forward point of view, is not a beautiful word.

The preoccupied Asakawa Natsu sighed, paid the money, and walked out with the bouquet. Today's weather is fine, and the strong cold wind hasn't blown yet. She kicked small stones and called Yukimura Seiichi.

Every time Mr. Soya is mentioned, I can't help but substitute Yukimura-san. If there was still a fluke mentality before, then now——

Asakawa Xia listened to the beeping sound in the handset, and her mind was a ball of yarn. Some time ago, she took the time to watch the game where Soya Touji guarded the title of "celebrity".

What would such an existence be like without shogi?

Asakawa Xia thought so.

"Hello, Xiaoxia."

The young man's gentle and clear voice came through the receiver, and Asakawa Xia Lian expressed his emotions: "Student Yukimura, guess where I am?"

"I guess Xiao Xia has finished buying flowers."

"Mr. Yukimura, sometimes you don't have to be so smart, and you will lose a lot of surprises." Asakawa Xia muttered. Before chemistry was opened in elementary school, Mrs. Asakawa repeated a word in her ear the most: Huiji Yiyao.

Instead of complaining that the surprise she had prepared was seen through, it would be better to say that she was afraid.

"Xiao Xia, it has nothing to do with being smart." The warm water bag under his wrist turned from scalding hot to warm, Yukimura Seichi did not ring the beeper to ask the nurse for help, he moved his wrist: "I just know very well that Xiao Xia is useful to people How gentle."

"Yukimura-san..." Asakawa Natsu's voice was a little hoarse, and she tightened her grip on the phone. She just wanted to say: "Xingmura-san, you are so bad!"Before Asakawa Xia opened his mouth, the boy sighed on the phone:

"Xiao Xia, the warm water bag is getting cold."

Where is the hot water bottle getting cold, the proud and reserved boy just changed his way to express to his girlfriend tactfully: I miss you very much.

"Ashi." Asakawa Xia took a deep breath and suppressed her trembling voice. Her heart was so soft that her finger bones showed obvious edges and corners due to the force: "Wait for me for 10 minutes, okay?"

"Xiao Xia, I will wait for you no matter how long."

"it is good."

Concerned about Yukimura Seiichi on the other end of the phone, Asakawa Natsuki did not run straight to the hospital, but ran forward and sighed with Yukimura Seiichi. The surrounding scenery changed a lot after a few days, for example: the beautiful cherry blossoms placed in the flower beds changed into The kale and the convenience store clerk started to make oden, but unfortunately the ingredients are not cooked enough, otherwise they can bring you a copy, etc...

She babbled and talked about it in a random way. In fact, Asakawa Xia herself did not understand why she chose to trot instead of running wildly, but she felt that Yukimura, who stayed in the hospital-related scenery in her eyes, was too lonely, like a butterfly with wet wings and unable to fly.

The number of floors displayed by the elevator jumped and increased, and Asakawa Xia Ping's heart suddenly beat violently. She followed the flow of people and pushed open the door of the ward with light steps.

"Yukimura-san."

Asakawa Xia gently leaned against the door frame, her undulating chest and disheveled hair silently signaled something, the delicate fragrance of carnations in her arms was still no match for the girl's smiling eyes.

"I'm coming."

——Your miss, I received it.

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感谢在2021-11-1317:38:24~2021-11-1421:58:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Pick up 1 in the morning and evening;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles for sleepy; 2 bottles for another lovely day today;

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