Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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"Yukimura-san."

Asakawa Natsu let go of the crumpled shirt hem in his palm, and then touched the palm of Yukimura Seiichi's right hand before he could take it back: "I am persistent by nature, and I never give up halfway."

Whether you remember me or not, and whether you have a chance to think of me, I can't assure you with certainty what the ending of the future full of forks will be.

There is only one thing I can be sure of, at least now I am willing to fall in love with you again.

"Asakawa-san."

Seiichi Yukimura paused suddenly with his palm hanging in the air. The sensational and heartfelt words in his throat had not been passed on to Asakawa Natsu, and the fair face of his sweetheart in front of him turned into the scene of Lihai’s large roof garden, condensing into:

Asakawa Natsumi hoped and shook her little finger of her right hand, "Yukimura-san, can you make an agreement with me?"

"This is my No. 14 confession to you."

"There is no love letter, no prepared manuscript. Yukimura-san, there is only one simple sentence I want to tell you now."

"I like you, no, I love you."

……

The girl's sweet and soft tone, telling her that she poured all her love into her words, was not in sync with the memories that emerged in Yukimura Seiichi's mind. He followed Asakawa Natsu's voice and slowly assigned his thoughts to figure out the cause and effect until——

The self in the picture actively stretches out the little finger with special meaning, and speaks words silently.

contract?

Seiichi Yukimura lowered his eyes, as the dust that tried to hide the "promise" was thoroughly wiped away, the mist that had lost the ability to control the situation had to continue to shrink the line of defense.

Many ridiculous incidents in the past lie in the drawer box for storing memories again, increasing the bargaining chip of "love at first sight", guiding Yukimura Seiichi to discover what he has lost, and teaching him how to regain the "lost important existence".

Asakawa classmate.

Seiichi Yukimura, who is limited by "self", can't use a more intimate name to refer to Asakawa Natsu for the time being. He hides the strangeness between his eyebrows and eyes, and flexes his fingers calmly to brush against Asakawa Natsu's palm.

"Asakawa-san."

"Ok?"

"In August, you can see the sea from the roof garden. If you are lucky, you may have the opportunity to see the sea and the sky, and the sight of white birds passing by."

I will get back the "lost important existence", please accept my concealment now.

He had an inexplicable premonition that if the girl in front of him knew that he vaguely recalled some memories, she might be terrified all day long, sad and weeping.

What is Asakawa-san worried about?

What is she hiding?

Or does she remember?

Or is it only she who remembers?

Yukimura Seichi mastered the emotions of his body skillfully and forcibly suppressed the sudden waves in his heart. He continued the story of "love at first sight" perfectly as if he had never thought of it.

"Student Asakawa, who knows the content of the surprise, would you still like to accompany me?"

The boy's slightly wrinkled shirt hem was rolled up and down by the warm air in the room. He carelessly stroked it, stared at Asakawa Xia's eyes with dense light spots and gentle pupils, and waited patiently for her reply.

"willing."

Asakawa Xia rolled her eyes slightly, she unconsciously hid her sweaty palms, and hurriedly concealed her subtle perception.

Why... I feel that Yukimura-san is different?

However, Mr. Shopkeeper's magic did not lose its effect. Lily's mother, Shimizu's classmates, including the campus forum, all developed according to the predetermined track.

It's an illusion.

Asakawa Natsu breathed out lightly, glanced secretly at Yukimura Seiichi's expression out of the corner of her eye to make sure that he didn't have any unusual reactions, and then followed in the footsteps of the young man beside him with peace of mind.

Asakawa-san, I'm sorry for choosing to deceive you.

Only this time, the next is not an example.

When the two arrived at the roof garden, a huge, slow-moving cloud was dragged by the clear blue sky. The plants that were slightly bleak last autumn were thick green and plump, and Asakawa Xia suddenly felt the strangeness of changing seasons from the vitality.

"Yukimura-san."

Asakawa Xia raised her hand to cover the too dazzling afternoon sun falling in the distance, her slender wrist was empty, shaking slightly as she walked towards the fence.

"It's the first time I've seen the courtyard in August. It's completely different from the feeling of autumn..."

Yukimura Seiichi, who was too focused, ignored the excited words of the girl next to his ears. All his attention was completely on her wrist when Asakawa Natsu raised her hand to cover it, but it was glaring and bright.

Asakawa should be wearing a pair of pink and white beads on her wrist. She will subconsciously fiddle with it and turn it, listening to its crisp and sweet sound.

It's not like now, only the plain wrist is alone and lonely.

Seiichi Yukimura suddenly recalled yesterday when he tidied up the desk drawers and accidentally found faded and too pale bead ornaments. He carefully traced the memory and pushed forward the new picture until the pink and white bead rolled from the depths on the day of the confession , stain the pale beads with their own color.

pat-

It is full of moving, pink and white objects, entrenched in countless pictures of him and Asakawa Xia getting along, dragging countless related memories together with all and all forgotten little intimacy, slowly and fully occupying his thoughts:

The girl holding the empty milk carton has round pear dimples on her cheeks, and those charming almond eyes seem to be imprinted with thousands of love words: "Every time I see purple irises, I will think of you..."

……

Under the colorful fireworks blooming all over the sky, a girl in a kimono with endless summer patterns holds a toffee in her palm. Against the backdrop of the flickering, blooming and withered fireworks, the beads on her wrist flicker low, "Just Like toffee..."

She rambled on about showing her true thoughts to Yukimura Seiichi, quite puzzled, knowing that if she continued to speak, she would probably be rejected, but she still had no reservations, and said seriously: "If Yukimura-san agrees to my confession... "

"because I like you."

"This thing is completely out of control, and it's very unreasonable."

……

Yukimura Seiichi's wandering thoughts gradually converged, he felt his fingertips a little itchy, and his heart was completely confused by Asakawa Natsu's sentence: "Is this Harvest No. 16 rejection?"

Why didn't she find out at the time, how could she feel safe when she was burdened with all kinds of gossip, and how could she believe in a happy ending.

"Yukimura-san, why are you ignoring me?"

Asakawa Xia leaned against the dark green fence grid with one hand, her figure was half sideways, most of her silhouette was shrouded in the shade of clouds, and the remaining corners were hazy by the beams of light penetrating through the gaps, Only the shining deep almond eyes and bright smile broke into Yukimura Seiichi's remaining sanity:

"Come here, look!"

Seiichi Yukimura looked from the angle of Asakawa Natsu, a line of white leaped forward into the azure blue intertwined with the sea and sky, but his attention was obviously not on the scenery.

Asakawa-san...

The clouds that hide the scorching sun of August rush to the distance without looking back, and the slow splashing temperature mixed with the girl's pure smile urges Yukimura Seiichi's uncontrollable softness.

He really wanted, really wanted to hug Asakawa Natsu who showed a bright smile to himself, and was willing to be persistent again even if he had forgotten.

But in the end, Yukimura Seiichi heard himself say in a hoarse voice, pretending to be normal: "Okay."

If you said that you didn't want to tell Asakawa Xia that you vaguely recalled some of your memories, it was because you were afraid that she would shed tears, that she would be panicked, and that she would be full of sorrow.

So now put aside those reasons, let go of the reason why she was afraid of her being away from him.He, Yukimura Seiichi, wants to give his sweetheart justice, let her strip away her identity as a pursuer, and enjoy the favor she deserves.

"Asakawa-san."

The thin strands of hair on the young man's forehead obscured the emotion contained in his pupils, he flexed his fingers and stroked his pulp a few times, taking advantage of Asakawa Xia's puzzled movement from looking at her from the side, he gently and uncontrollably nodded between her eyebrows.

"I like you."

"Yukimura-san..."

Yukimura Seiichi, who understood what Asakawa Natsu would say, raised his hand against the girl's open and closed lips. He put in a little more effort to draw the distance between the two of them closer, and at the same time revealed the strength buried deep in his bones: "Shh."

"..."

Unable to refuse Yukimura Seiichi, Asakawa Natsu obediently swallowed back the words between her lips and teeth. She took a light breath and fell into the magnificent and deep purple blue of Yukimura Seiichi full of fragmentary bright spots without blinking.

"Asakawa-san."

When the boy's rough fingertips with thin calluses were withdrawn, he inadvertently brushed the corner of Asakawa Xia's soft lips. He seemed embarrassed, his usual gentle face added a bit of panic, and his originally stable movements suddenly shifted and rolled away Rough blank.

"I... Yukimura-san?"

Asakawa Xia, who almost said "I'm here", missed half a beat. With her right hand holding the book tightly, she pressed hard on the hard book cover to secretly vent the wind and waves that were growing along her spine.

"Sorry." Seiichi Yukimura painted two strokes of light red just right on his delicate face, "I took the liberty."

"No... nothing."

The confused girl was only focused on untying the knotted mind, and Asakawa Natsu, who was avoiding Yukimura Seiichi's sight, didn't notice that the moment she lowered her head to hide her shyness, the red-faced boy slowly kneaded the fingers she touched. belly.

"I understand Asakawa-san's gentleness, but please accept my negligible compensation." Seiichi Yukimura's clear voice was like a picture scroll, concealing the essential purpose with his apology: "Is ice cream okay?"

"……Um."

"So--"

The palm that Asakawa Xia has caressed countless times broke into her lowered line of sight, and the criss-cross lines on it seem to leave the established track and go to the parallel lines of their own paths, leaving the converged midpoint to swear the indifference of the past end.

"Let's go."

Is it really possible?

Is it really possible?

……

After hesitating again and again, Asakawa Natsu chose to follow her inner thoughts and took the palm of Yukimura Seichi.The familiar temperature of the skin-to-skin contact mixed with his own breath, which seemed to be absent, swept from the big and small palms to all the limbs.

"Student Yukimura." Asakawa Natsu gently tapped the hot palm of Yukimura Seiichi: "Although it is a bit late, please accept it. Congratulations on completing the small goal of junior high school."

"Thank you Asakawa..."

The juvenile's intentionally protracted ending sound broke away from the surname that showed intimacy and the modifier that highlighted the relationship and suddenly indifferent: "classmate."

Delusion?

Asakawa Natsu raised the end of her eyes and quietly looked at the expression on Yukimura Seiichi's face. She always felt that Yukimura-san gave people a different feeling from when she was in the library before?

like……

She went back and forth, tangled in thinking over and over again, until Yukimura Seiichi escorted her downstairs, and finally found a suitable adjective: more active than before.

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The author has something to say:

Yukimura remembers part of it, but everything has to be done step by step. He also remembered the first two chapters, and he didn't give up remembering. I can accept you saying that my writing is bad, but don't deny Xiaoxia.That's my problem, not hers.

She has always been an energetic and gentle middle school girl.

If you are really not satisfied, I can reduce the extra content.

This is the scheduled extra episode progress:

I fell in love with Asakawa-senpai at first sight.

I want to call her Asakawa-san.

I had a dream about Asakawa-san

Want to give her a pink bead bracelet

Want to be more intimate, call her Xiaoxia

my little summer

In xxxholic, the realization of any wish requires a price equal to the wish. It exists to make Yukimura-san better.

I am sorry to bring you a bad reading experience.

感谢在2022-01-0922:21:10~2022-01-1022:18:07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 grenade: Pick up 1 in the morning and evening;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of shadows that are too lazy to name;

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