Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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"April 2011, 4 (Saturday)"

Aside from the usual time and date, only a few unsightly black spots were added to the diary on display in more than half an hour.

Asakawa Xiahun reluctantly picked up the end of the pen, shaking it up and down, until the strength between her fingers loosened unconsciously, and the round body of the pen fell down with a "snap", she barely recovered.

"...the last one." She muttered to herself.

call--

Asakawa Xia let out a long sigh of relief. She propped up her chin with one hand, squeezed the pen again, and tried to connect with the weather on April 2011, 4.

"Forget it," she thought.

The paragraphs at the end of the article will always show the amazing charm of a few strokes and catch people's hearts. When the diary of my own love experience comes to the end, it is not surprising to change it in a different way.

"Don't write it... Pretend, pretend there's a chance to open it again."

The black lines drawn from the tip of the pen completely covered the date at the top. Asakawa Xia picked another line as the starting paragraph. She closed her eyes and decided to use her superficial literary quality of more than ten years to maintain the best relationship. appearance.

"Often I hear people mention that when a person breaks the rules or fails to abide by the agreement for the first time, it is only natural that there will be similar situations one after another.

I didn't quite get it at first.

In most cases, following the rules and keeping promises couldn't be easier, and it can even be said: I chose it with my own hands.

until today.

The afterglow of the warm orange tone of the sky was completely swallowed up, and in the dark night were dim yellow lights that had already been lit.

I walked aimlessly on the embankment, recalling the beauty of the day over and over again:

The prose collection that I didn't have time to read together some time ago came to a successful conclusion today. I still remember Yukimura's tone and appearance when he read.

In his slightly hoarse and gentle voice, he secretly used his peripheral vision to pay attention to whether I kept up with his reading speed. I would not have noticed before changing it, because I used to own all his futures.

……

Yukimura-san, when we meet again, we should call each other seniors and juniors. "

The small full stop that carries thousands of emotions, lightly pulling the velvet curtain that ends the drama performance, Asakawa Xia earnestly blacked out the full stop, trying to make it heavier and last longer.

"Yukimura...Senior, get well soon and work hard to win."

"Don't let me down, my expectations."

……

The clear window glass reflects the bright lights in the room, and reflects the reluctance of the girl in front of the desk. Everything is depicted in such a detailed way, except that the diary paper reveals some vagueness that does not want to end.

——May the boy I love never regret.

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Da da da……

From far to near, footsteps of different severity mixed with Duolu and Quanlutian's innocent laughter. They were holding Asakawa Xia's hand and ran forward to April [-]st as if they were meeting for the first time.

"Miss Asakawa."

Under the corridor under the bright moonlight, April [-] stripped off the laziness and gloom of the past, and sat solemnly and solemnly behind the low table with snacks.

"Have you decided yet?"

Asakawa Natsu nodded, before taking off the bracelet, she suddenly remembered that the one she bought in the store was taken away by Yukimura Seichi, and the one she was wearing was...

"Mr. Shopkeeper." Asakawa Xia flicked the beads nervously: "It's not the one you sold me at the time, is it okay?"

"The world often sees 'exchange' as a symbol of human exchange and relationship progress. On April [-]st, he pushed the snack box on the low table: "It is the gift of the "fate" between you and Mr. Yukimura." "

"In the process of each relationship, there will be countless carrying items "good", "bad" and..." April [-] raised his strange-colored eyes and looked lightly at the bracelet on the girl's wrist: " "initial". "

He patiently and meticulously answered Asakawa Xia's doubts but did not dare to ask questions. The bright moon hanging high in the night sky illuminated half of April [-]st's body. Under the half-light and half-dark appearance of his calm statement, there were constantly churning memories of the past.

"On April [-]st, eight-treasure dishes are required for snacks."

Facing the full moon and moonlight, Ichihara Yuko held up the sake glass with the remaining liquor, and beside her was Mokona who repeatedly responded and shouted to drink up all the wine in the store.

later.

It seemed to be a similar night when Domeki, who entered the society, sent him and Xiaoyu's wedding invitation.

……

The years of staying in the magic store are too long, and the bustling in his eyes has long been changed. He took off his glasses and lifted the hem of his coat to wipe it slowly.

"Miss Asakawa, the choice is yours."

"No." Asakawa Xia retorted, she reluctantly took off the bracelet made of pink and white beads, and put it into the tray held by Duolu and Quanlu as requested on April [-]st.

"Mr. Shopkeeper, you know, I have no choice."

yeah i know.

Just like me who witnessed the disappearance of Ms. Yuko, I who learned that she should have died before I was born, and heard her say that since I stepped into the store, the frozen clock has turned again...

Obviously she can choose to fulfill Miss Yuko's wish, but she still stubbornly makes a wish to meet again.

They are all "necessities" that cannot be changed.

"Mr. Shopkeeper, please fulfill my wish and make Yukimura-san... Senpai get better." The kneeling girl bent down slowly, her long black hair drifting with the movement, "Please."

"Miss Asakawa, I have received your "price". Putting on his glasses again on April [-], he told the rest of the words gently and cruelly: "In the process of collecting the price, the real information will be properly handled for you. "

"Eh?"

"Have you forgotten? Your mother promised to play with you for a week, so you can clean up your mood." April [-] touched the hair of Duolu and Quanlu, signaling them to put the items in the warehouse.

"At the end of the week, you are still a second-year student at Rikkai University. You have best friends Noko Yuri and Amanodera Kiyomizu. In order not to leave, you are hesitant to participate in the exchange student."

The gentle and gentle owner of the magic shop talked a lot... in every aspect, and the piles covered almost most of the interpersonal relationships that Asakawa Xia had been in contact with since he transferred to school.

"Please accept this Japanese snack. When you are unhappy, your body needs more sugar."

……

He said so much and so comprehensively, but there is no syllable related to "Yukimura Seiki".

Asakawa Natsu, who has always been slow and not good at reading air and voice-overs, can hardly understand:

The established reality and trajectory will not change. I can be anyone's Natsuki Asakawa, except for Seiichi Yukimura's Natsuki Asakawa.

"Thank you, Mr. Shopkeeper."

The girl with tears in her eyes looked up, she readily accepted the kindness of April [-]st, holding a boxy snack box and showing a bright and satisfied smile.

"I wish you sweet dreams," said April [-]st.

When Duolu and Quanlu, who had put away their belongings, came back, a yawning Mokona stood on their shoulders. They leaned on April [-]st from left to right, and Qiqi asked, "Is she gone? Will she come back?" "

Picking up a ball of tobacco and pressing it into a pipe on April [-]: "I won't be coming back."

"That's good."

"That's good."

The two girls sang cheerful and joyful tunes: "It's so good that wishes come true, it's so good that dreams come true..."

"April [-]st." Mokona jumped onto the low table, waving its short hands and feet, baring its teeth and claws: "Oden is cooked in the kitchen, and we will enjoy the moon and cherry blossoms and drink all night long!"

"Seize the opportunity to enjoy the cherry blossoms, they will wither in a few days." It said.

On April [-]st, he didn't say good or bad, he lit the tobacco and tapped on the table, and it took several minutes before he said inaudibly: "Yeah."

"Oden, Oden!"

"Drink, drink!"

……

Looking at Duolu, Quanlu, and the short black Mokona who were jumping happily to the kitchen, the meaningful words of Yuko Ichihara appeared in front of April [-]st without warning:

The path of people will not be interrupted, it will always be connected, no matter how small it is, no matter how short a time, even if it will not be kept in memory, it will not be kept in records, the relationship that is established is It won't go away!

Miss Asakawa, your hunch is very accurate.

Even if he forgets your existence and forgets everything, he still pursues the traces of "Natsu Asakawa".

Jinjing General Hospital.

In the late-night inpatient area, except for the night shift doctors and nurses, the main lights of most of the wards were turned off early, and only a few sporadic wards were as bright as day.

The insomniac Yukimura Seichi opened the pages of the book that he hadn't had time to add words during the day, and used an eraser to erase the missing parts and replace them with correct notes that fit the paragraphs of the article itself.

"The content of this part."

Yukimura Seiichi seemed to be reminiscing about something very memorable. He picked up a pencil and outlined that sentence:

"...It's just a few persimmons with peduncles!"

Especially "persimmons with peduncles", he circled them tightly with non-standard ellipses, pasted a post-it note on the blank space next to them, and slowly planned the romance of the next season:

There will be too many things in the next few months, the purpose of this sentence is to ask Xiaoxia to help me remember.

I don’t know if there are persimmons in autumn in Gifu Prefecture, Xiaoxia’s hometown. Peeled persimmons with stems can only be made in severe cold regions, which is too difficult for Kanagawa, where the temperature is high in winter.

It doesn't matter if you can't make it, but I suddenly want to do some ordinary and small things full of "home" together with Xiaoxia.

I hope that Xiaoxia who saw this plan is not a "retarded person", but just in case, let's give a straightforward answer.

"Will you give me a chance to meet each other's parents?"

"Will it scare Xiaoxia?" Seiichi Yukimura thought for a while, "We can speed up the distance during the summer vacation and visit Xiaoxia's house more often."

As for whether he will meet the Asakawa couple who have finally finished their busy and complicated work, it is not within the scope of his plan.

"June 6." Seiichi Yukimura picked up the rubber crumbs on the pages of the book, "No matter what, Xiaoxia will not spend it alone."

No matter how busy the parents are at work, they will also find time to call their daughters to express condolences, and even celebrate in advance.

and also……

When Seiichi Yukimura sorted out the pace of the relationship between the two of them and their future plans, the minute hand arrived at midnight by the last lap.

He glanced at the half-opened casement, and the frosty moonlight fell from the long and narrow gap, quietly falling on the vase of sunflowers.

Before Xiao Xia bought flowers, did she know the language of flowers?

Seiichi Yukimura's eyes turned to the small white daisies blooming quietly on the other side. The two bouquets of flowers both have the meaning of secret love, or both are hidden and romantic: giving silently, hoping that the beloved one will get what they want.

"Xiao Xia is really..."

The words that came to his mouth suddenly paused, Yukimura Seiichi closed his eyes, and when he looked up again, the memory of Asakawa Natsu faded a lot, he noticed the fingertips stained with pencil black marks:

"Have I written anything?"

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The author has something to say:

The path of people will not be interrupted, it will always be connected, no matter how small it is, no matter how short a time, even if it will not be kept in memory, it will not be kept in records, the relationship that is established is won't go away.

Excerpt from xxxHOLiC

It's just a few persimmons with pedicles!

Excerpted from Wang Zengqi

Let's make a cookie in the next book, the child wants to eat candy