Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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"...everyone's dream will come true"

The low singing tone is accompanied by the warm April wind outside the window, like a beam of light hanging from the sky, dispelling the darkness of Asakawa Xia's body, illuminating the small path paved with stone slabs in front, and illuminating the mixed atmosphere between high-rise buildings and buildings. style low buildings.

"Ma...Magic shop."

Natsuya Asakawa wiped off the remaining traces on her cheeks, sniffed her nose, the heart that was angry, helpless and frightened because Yukimura Seiki was forced to lose the game by fate and became a stepping stone for others, like a wanderer on a lost island rediscovering civilization The dawn of dawn fades to silence with a calming joy.

The last time I saw the magic store in my dream, it was still two or three days after I bought the bracelet, and half a year later, there was still time to meet again.

It's really memorable, and it's really happy.

"I hope today's dream can bring me..." She paused and swallowed the words on her lips and changed to: "Bring Yukimura-san good luck."

The scenery of the courtyard is different from what I remember. The slightly monotonous green color last time was embellished just right by the spring cherry blossoms in full bloom. Asakawa Xia stopped and admired it quietly.

The feeling of the cherry blossoms in front of her was somewhat similar to that of Yukimura Seichi who was ill. Behind the splendor and magnificence, there was a fleeting color of sadness.

The cherry blossoms given to Yukimura-san faded so quickly.

The next day, she received a picture message from Yukimura Seiichi. In just one night, the color of the branches faded, leaving only the budding flower buds still holding on.

Ashi: Xiaoxia, let's enjoy the cherry blossoms together in the future, shall we?

The young man with delicate appearance and gentle temperament is strong and confident in some aspects, especially his confident appearance, and his purple-blue eyes are like irises, swaying gracefully.

Asakawa Xia seriously recalled that nearly ten days of nightmare torture made her physically and mentally exhausted, and the moment of beauty at this moment seemed so precious that this second-year girl couldn't help but temporarily let go of her original wish to come here, and slowly enjoyed the long-lost peace.

It would be great if every time I fell asleep was like this.

There are no messy troubles, no nightmares that haunt me, and no lucky village...

Thoughts stopped abruptly.

Asakawa Natsu flexed her fingers in amazement, and she bit the soft flesh in her mouth hard:

How could I think so, what I did was voluntary, how could I fall into the nightmare swamp because of my own reasons, and blame Yukimura who didn't know anything.

Asakawa Natsu, you bastard!

Inside the magic shop, April Yi, who was smoking with a pipe in his hand, brushed off the soot, blowing away the swirling smoke and rubbing the hair of Duolu and Quanlu beside him.

"Xiao Duo and Xiao Quan can bring guests in now."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The two girls jumped and ran out, their steps were brisk, and they muttered: "Does she remember us?"

"Does she remember us?"

As the footsteps got farther and farther away, April [-]st took off the horizontal glasses, his eyes were deep and faintly revealing tenderness and sporadic regretful emotions.

As Ms. Yuko said, from knowing the girl's date of birth, everything today has been expected.

"Is it moving in the intended direction?"

He suddenly remembered the past decades ago. At that time, the magic shop was still lively. Every April [-]st, Domeki, Xiaokui, Xiaoyu... would gather together to celebrate his birthday.

They watched themselves arguing with domeki, talking about new things or objects they met recently with a smile, trying to maintain their superficial involvement with the current society.

lead him forward.

"call……"

With a sigh of relief on April [-], he added a piece of shredded tobacco and lit it with a nostalgic expression. He looked at the scarlet hot spot and couldn't help but sigh: a person's life is like a slowly burning shredded tobacco, which is too easy to disappear.

Asakawa Natsu, who entered the magic shop again, looked at the lavender door in front of her, and suddenly remembered the first time she saw Yukimura Seichi:

In the eyes of the immature boy in the tennis magazine, he has confidence beyond his age and confidence in the game. There is no timidity in his purple-blue eyes. He is in the sixth grade and calmly faces the flashing camera with a trophy in his hand.

Yukimura classmate.

Asakawa Natsu slowly opened the door of the Japanese room, and the slight sound pushed her thoughts, I have a hunch...

The scene that came into view gradually opened up, and the girl took one step at a time to approach the lazy and gloomy April [-]st right in front of her.

"I will dream come true"

"Mr. Shopkeeper."

The dusty and locked memories in the back of my mind poured out, the words I said on April [-]st and the paper cranes that flew over and turned into bracelets clearly appeared.

"Excuse me."

Asakawa Xia took a deep breath, sweat dripped from her slender back, she couldn't tell the difference between hot and cold, she felt the body temperature slipping away from her fingertips, she wanted to hold it tightly but couldn't hold it, she could only let it escape.

"Is the scene I dreamed before real?"

April [-]st did not answer, he raised his eyes to blow away the smoke from his hazy face, "Miss Asakawa, are you willing to bear the price of this question?"

"..."

Asakawa Xia was silent for a long time, she quietly traced the pattern of purple patterns on the wall, remembering the movements of the flowers and leaves bit by bit, until she remembered it completely, the girl smiled from the bottom of her heart.

I need to know its authenticity.

She nodded: "I am willing to bear it."

The tobacco that is about to burn out reveals the last bit of hot bright red. April [-] sucks away the rich smoke while it is not extinguished. With his opening and closing movements, the milky white smoke permeates: "What you see is real .”

An invisible bridge fell quietly, and Natsuya Asakawa remembered the animation she had watched a long, long time ago. The "worm" weave that had accumulated enough energy lasted overnight, and could only move forward and never turn back on the bridge.

Once set foot on, there is no retreat.

"You can regard it as a joke of a dream, a falsehood that is contrary to reality." April [-] added lightly, "Open your eyes, walk out of this store, and continue with your current life."

The smog that has not dissipated for a long time tightly wraps April [-]st. When I was working for Miss Yuko, I met a customer who was almost the same as the current situation. The price charged at that time...

He lighted the smoke, and turned his gaze to the girl a few steps away.

"No." Asakawa Xia's voice trembled, "I believe, but—"

"I don't believe in an uncertain future, I believe in Yukimura-san, I believe that his dedication deserves the best ending, and I believe that he will not lose the game."

She wiped her face, and her usually round and lovely almond eyes accumulated countless emotions. As a fan of Yukimura Seiichi, Asakawa Natsu recalled stacks of tennis magazines at home.

Sometimes the magazine officials will post a few snapshots of the stadium. No one is more worthy of the championship than him.

"Shopkeeper, what is the price for making Yukimura-san feel better?"

Why should Yukimura-san be so good, leaving a regret that will never go away in an imperfect state.

A proud young man is enough to look down on everything, he doesn't need me to make any ridiculous wish of "Yukimura-san won the national championship" or childish words of "the glory of the predecessors will last forever".

As long as he is there, he can have everything.

"Have you ever thought about the price?"

"I've thought about it." Asakawa Xia pursed her lips, her chest heaved for a long time before she could find a voice without any sad tone, and said slowly and awkwardly: "...as long as the price paid will not exceed the range of "myself" just fine. "

"I have no right to squander other people's lives."

"The price is the "fate" between you and Yukimura Seiichi. "

pat-

The sound of the collision of the copper pipe falling on the table echoed in the empty and spacious room, once, twice... from heavy to light, from clear to murky, it hit Asakawa Xia's ear straightly, shaking her to buzz the tympanic membrane.

"You still have the right to regret it."

April [-]st walked slowly, the hem of the overlong kimono dragged into various arcs, he approached step by step, the sound of footsteps mixed with the rubbing of the fabric and the rustling of the room floor, snatching away all the other sounds in Asakawa Xia's ear.

"Last year you made a wish and took the initiative to draw the red thread of "bonding" to restrain him. Once you let go of this relationship that started on your own initiative, you will lose the right to approach him forever. "

Watching the girl's changing expression on April [-]st, he lowered his eyes and continued the unfinished words: "Have you thought about it yet?"

"I……"

"I……"

Asakawa Xia didn't dare to face April [-]st's gaze, she turned her face away and tremblingly swallowed mouthfuls of tobacco-smelling air, she remembered the pain in her heart of being rejected more than a dozen times, the criticism she suffered because of this relationship, and Yukimura Sei City spends all rest time caring after illness.

Is this relationship really, really forced by me?

Did I really not rely on my own efforts in exchange for Yukimura-san's favor?

She kept asking, and asking, and asking...

Trying to justify myself, trying to find a reason for myself not to agree to the price.

She even ignored everything and asked herself stubbornly:

Will Yukimura-san accept such a result?

After Yukimura finds out, is he willing?

Yukimura-san, he...

"Miss Asakawa."

April [-]'s gaze was fixed on Asakawa Xia Dai's wrist with a bracelet, "Most things in the world can't be perfect, glory and love are destined to only have one, is it a love that bears guilt and secrets, or secretly watches the lover continue the glory of the predecessors , all in your mind."

"If the final decision is yes, then please leave it to me. "

"..."

Asakawa Xia was silent.

She stands in the center of the Japanese room where the light intersects and crisscrosses. The long black hair hanging down her side flutters and rises and falls with the flowing air.

The world seemed to be silent for a moment, the girl's eyelashes trembled and moved timidly to hide the turbulent emotions in her pupils, she quietly felt the tiny details of the beating pulse, and counted silently, accompanied by its frequency without substance, Little by little, he squeezed the overwhelming emotions in his head.

"Mr. Shopkeeper."

Asakawa Xia tightened the hem of her school uniform, as if something was draped over her shoulders, she clearly and clearly felt the friction of the fabric, the touch and strength of falling.

"I……"

Asakawa Xia wants to say: I am willing to agree.

But the weight between her lips and teeth, the stabbing pain in her throat, and the thoughts in her heart that she didn't want to give up and didn't want to give up were all added to the weighing scale by her, and she wanted to make a dying struggle to make a measurement.

The palm that was holding the school uniform kept shrinking, and she stroked Wenli back and forth on the hem of the clothes with nostalgia. She stroked it for a long, long time...

It wasn't until the fingertips were hot and red that the illusion was worn away that all the grammar on it was smoothed out, then the words that analyzed the most embarrassing part of the self slowly popped out hoarsely and awkwardly:

"Mr. Shopkeeper, can you give me some time to think about it?"

The girl's head hangs lower, lower.

The flowing, starless night-colored long hair was woven in an extremely complicated and chaotic pattern on the tatami, at the feet of Asakawa Natsu and April One.

Asakawa Natsu bent down deeply, listening to a few crisp clicks of bones popping open, offering the only brilliance and fig leaf with both hands, earnestly begging: "Please give me some time to think about it, please."

On April [-]st, the lenses with a few light marks concealed the different emotions in his heterochromatic pupils. His voice was neither light nor heavy, loud or small, just like a gust of wind blowing naturally: "Miss Asakawa, it's up to you to consider and weigh. The right to wish that the door of the Unsolved Magic Store will always be open for you."

"Thank you, thank you very much." Willing to fulfill my meanness.

"You're welcome. As a proof, when Ms. Asakawa wakes up, there will be some cherry blossoms blooming in the store. After thinking about it, you can take it to sleep and meet again."

The sight of April [-] hovered over and hovered for a long time before stopping on the purple-blue iris painted on the door of the Japanese room. He gently waved away the remaining smoke, and said in a light tone, "Please leave."

"Thank you Mr. Shopkeeper."

April [-]st watched the door lightly open and close, and disappeared like being swallowed by it:

May we never meet again.

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Rewrite hundreds of words at the end

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