Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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Asakawa Natsu, who felt the warmth of the fingers tucked into the palm of her hand, showed a relaxed and peaceful smile.

Half of her slightly drooping cheeks lost most of their clear lines due to the sun's tracing, only the slightly immature face contour accompanied by Siyue's moving brilliance, directly hit Yukimura Seiichi's eyes, and teased his slightly itchy right fingertips.

"..."

"Yukimura-san, why aren't you talking?"

Noticing that Yukimura Seichi hadn't spoken for a long time, Asakawa Natsu blinked suspiciously. She carefully put down the boy's left hand with the indwelling needle, and pushed herself closer to the edge of the bed: "Are you feeling unwell? Or..."

Angry because I called you an idiot?

Yukimura Seiichi's suddenly approaching fingertips swiped back the remaining second half of the words before they left his lips and teeth, the young man's strength was very light with a kind of leisurely composure.

He seemed completely unafraid of his girlfriend's continuing utterances of concern, unconscious sensuality.

No, it should be said——

He is looking forward to, looking forward to the girl in front of him personally giving a reason that does not need to be restrained and wanton.

"Xiao Xia."

Yukimura Seiichi's clear voice was mixed with a bit of ambiguity, and his expression was calm and composed, as if the action of twiddling the corner of Asakawa Natsu's lips at this moment was a common, polite and distant greeting, rather than a blunt hint with a dark color.

"are you willing?"

"..."

What would you like?

Asakawa Xia, who couldn't be 100% sure, thought over and over again, she always did things by feeling, and she who believed in her intuition seldom hesitated.

Asakawa Xia couldn't tell why, it seemed that whether she wanted to or not was an ambiguous answer, and the final result didn't make any difference at all.

Little or no difference?

——Then I know the answer.

"Yukimura-san."

Asakawa Xia got closer, and she raised her head slightly to reveal her round almond eyes: "You know, I will never refuse you."

"So I should change the question, Yukimura-san, do you want to?"

Really...

Yukimura Seiichi's pupils full of obscurity dizzy and rippled, he lowered his eyelids to conceal the dark and light colors inside, and the moment he was about to meet his girlfriend's eyes, he returned to his usual gentle and smiling appearance:

"Xiao Xia."

"I'm..." What's wrong?

Yukimura Seiichi's hot fingertips moved slowly, he brushed the girl's white and soft cheeks little by little, as if he had acted countless times before, touching her small dimples.

"Guess what, I think or not."

"But……"

"Don't you want to?"

The voice that is much lower than usual minus half of the clearness, adding two inexplicable ambiguities, Seiichi Yukimura firmly grasped Asakawa Natsu's gaze, and when she was slightly distracted and indulged in her sight and close face——

The moisture mixed with body temperature fell lightly and heavily on the girl's smooth forehead, and the exhalation with a strong sense of presence was deliberately interrupted by him and fell randomly.

"Did Xiao Xia receive my answer?"

"..."

"Yuki... Yukimura-san,"

Asakawa Xia's radiant eyes became more hydrated at this moment, and her originally fair cheeks were filled with thin blush that climbed inch by inch, even though she complained duplicity: "You have learned badly."

But in this more convincing way, he gave a perfect answer silently.

"It's really bad."

"Well, I'm bad."

Before leaving the hospital, Xia Chuan deliberately went to a nearby convenience store to buy a small glass vase, and placed the red tulips used as an example during the day on the cabinet next to the hospital bed.

"Yukimura-san."

Asakawa Natsu, who turned her back to Yukimura Seichi and carefully wiped the water marks on the bottle body with a paper towel, inadvertently mentioned the speech post she saw before:

"I suddenly remembered a very interesting post, which probably said:

"Part of everyone's most precious relationship is the youthful love in childhood. Assuming that there is a magical store in the world where wishes can be fulfilled by paying a reciprocal price, as long as you pay this past, even a beggar on the street can be rich like an enemy ""

The remaining water vapor in the glass vase was absorbed by the paper towels, soaking Asakawa Natsu's dry palm, "If the magical store really existed, what would Yukimura-san exchange for "once"? "

Seiichi Yukimura, who took care of the details of the last part of the pencil drawing, blew away the gray and black powder between his fingers. He turned the pencil and picked out the most romantic words from countless negative answers: "I don't want to give up any past related to you, unless -"

Seiichi Yukimura flexed his fingers, put his gray and black right hand into the line of sight of Asakawa Natsu as if he didn't notice it, and even tapped lightly on the counter.

"Will Xiaoxia use "once" to fulfill her wish? "he asks.

"Yukimura-san."

Asakawa Natsu's gentle words mixed with her gentle and meticulous movements of wiping away the pencil marks for her boyfriend with a wet tissue, like a small brush repeatedly fiddled back and forth, causing Yukimura Seiichi to be in a mess:

"My wish is before my eyes."

This sentence, which was lightly put down by Asakawa Natsu, did not lose any influence over time. Whenever the cold liquid medicine swept away the consciousness of the left hand, Yukimura Seiichi's attention would involuntarily go back to the previous few days. In tenderness.

"My wish is before my eyes"

A week has passed since Asakawa Xia’s last visit, and the calendar flips across the pages, just like the queen mother in the myths and legends of neighboring countries, who clearly and neatly distinguishes the difference between her presence and absence.

It was still early, and the dripping and falling of the medicine in the infusion tube just echoed in the ward. Accompanied by its subtle ticking sound, the temperature of the left half of Yukimura Seiki's body gradually engulfed most of it, and a dull cold wood appeared.

"Mr. Yukimura."

Sato, who took care of the infusion tube for Yukimura Seiichi, did not leave in a hurry. She mysteriously mentioned a bookstore paper bag that looked full of weight, "This is a book temporarily stored by Ms. Asakawa. She asked me to hand it over on April 4. here you are."

The boy's usual gentle face wiped out two strands of surprise, he concealed the traces in his eyes, suppressed the ripples in his heart, and asked, "Miss Nurse, can you tell me when Xiao Xia temporarily saved it?"

"She brought it back with her when she bought the vase last time, and she dragged the nurses at the guidance desk to ask us one by one, hoping that we would keep it a secret.

She said: Mr. Yukimura is not a happy person, although he didn't express it directly, he still felt lonely..."

little summer.

Seiichi Yukimura brushed "Taste of the World" on the table with his cool fingertips, "Thank you for telling me."

"No thanks, it's all I should do."

Before delivering the items, Sato first handed the receipt in his pocket and the note left by Asakawa Natsu to Yukimura Seiichi: "Can I spare you a few minutes?"

She nodded the paper bag, "I would like to trouble you to check the book list with me, and pick the books you want to read by the way, can you?"

Seiichi Yukimura, who stroked Natsu Asakawa's handwriting, thanked him warmly: "Of course."

"Then let's begin—"

"The first book "The Little Prince", the second book "Fireworks in the World, the Most Touching", the third book..."

Accompanied by Sato reading the title of the book, Seiichi Yukimura nodded for confirmation, and the books embraced by the small table were stacked higher and higher. It was like a small hill with treasures, full of Natsuya Asakawa's tenderness and consideration, which easily touched the heartstrings of Seiichi Yukimura.

Xiao Xia is always like this.

The mask that he has always been calm and indifferent, once he meets her, there is nowhere to hide.

It's hard for Yukimura Seichi to imagine how much effort a carefree, even confused girl with vitality secretly spends to be so thorough and understand what she has never said.

Before closing the door of the ward, Sato habitually wanted to tease: "Mr. Yukimura and Ms. Asakawa have such a good relationship." But the words changed suddenly, and changed to:

"Mr. Yukimura's friends are very gentle, and the types of books selected as gifts are full of healing power."

Yukimura hovered in mid-air while flipping through the book, he frowned slightly and was just about to refute Sato's remarks, a certain strange feeling swirled and spread, blocking the words he was about to blurt out, driving the third-year junior boy like a puppet, like Showing a gentle smile as usual.

He heard himself say: "Everyone is a very gentle existence."

The closed door again sent a breeze mixed with the smell of disinfectant, and the "Little Prince" in Seiichi Yukimura's hand slid down and scattered the "Selected Poems of Verlaine" on the side of the table.

In his ears, the words before Sato's departure were repeatedly intertwined, lightly or heavily, like a variety show that has been maliciously edited, digging out the "truth" related to Asakawa Natsu in Yukimura Seiichi's mind one by one.

"Mr. Yukimura's friend is very gentle, and the type of books he selected as a gift is full of healing power."

"Mr. Yukimura..."

……

They continue and repeat over and over again, like scouring everything in childhood, establishing right and wrong concepts, and knowing all kinds of knowledge about things, engulfing the sky with smoke to hide this past that has become a "price", gently weaving another, The other part replaces "Natsu Asakawa" in Yukimura Seiichi's memory.

"I've come to collect the price," it said.

"Please rest in peace with the good news to come," it said.

The white light of the ward was mixed with the sunlight falling through the window, wantonly dipping into the cold tone of the ward, Yukimura Seiichi, who was in a mess of thoughts, subconsciously grasped the palm of Thornwood's left hand.

How does this feel?

The boy's fine hair brushed his eyes repeatedly, and his purple-blue pupils contained waves of depth and depth. Seiichi Yukimura "for no reason" felt a gradually growing emotion called helplessness and powerlessness.

"I seem to have forgotten something very important"

Yukimura Seiichi's gaze wandered slowly, it glanced over the clusters of various flowers, brushed the books in Nori... and finally stopped at the red tulips placed alone on the counter.

……tulip?

"Yukimura-san."

The girl standing in front of the window, bathing in the afterglow of the sun, held a wilting red tulip between her fingers, "Do you know the words of tulips?"

Asakawa Natsuaki shook the flower branches between the knuckles: "Especially the red tulip, which has a very warm flower language. Do you want to guess why you chose it?"

Yukimura Seiichi temporarily put down the pencil that drew the line, "Xiao Xia used it to reveal her feelings?"

"Guess one part, as for the other part—" the girl's drawn-out tone was full of intimacy and tenderness:

"I'm more afraid of the cold, and I often feel that the sunshine in March and April is warm but not warm enough. It's so close to summer, but the temperature is so far away." When talking about this, Asakawa Xia danced and pinched tulips to gesture.

"I can't change the temperature. I can only think of ways to warm Yukimura-san's heart. I don't know, can it be counted as "summer" coming early? "

After pruning the flower branches, Asakawa Xia carefully put the tulips into the vase: "Actually, it's more about my selfishness. I hope my boyfriend will miss me more."

……

"Xiao Xia?"

Seiichi Yukimura held Chunhui, which illuminated the palm prints, and glanced at the bright lines slipping away from his fingers. The doubts about Natsu Asakawa and the whispering "Xiao Natsu" in his mind were finally shrouded in a long smoke, changing turns A sigh for an unknown emotion:

"The footsteps of May this year are a bit late."

The time that moves forward every day seems to be repeating monotonously like a cycle. The flowers that originally surrounded and squeezed the space of the ward, after more than ten days and nights of baptism, lie in the dirty garbage room in batches, leaving only The next tulip, weak and lifeless, dangled lazily from the mouth of the vase.

Seiichi Yukimura, who sat on the edge of the bed and finished reading "French Poems", cast his eyes on the withered tulip. He flexed his fingers, and his face at the dividing line between light and dark revealed a half-light and half-dark meaning.

At the end of the morning treatment.

"Mr. Yukimura."

Sato yelled calmly, "This tulip is about to wither, do you need me to help you deal with it?"

"Dr. Morita said that you haven't slept well recently. If you don't mind, I will send you a bouquet of lavender later. Besides, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Thank you, Miss Nurse."

Yukimura Seiichi moved his cold left wrist twice, "I want to keep Tulip for a while longer."

As if eager to convince himself and give himself a reason not to give up this tulip that is going to the end of its life, he tapped the drawing pencil above the table: "There is a painting that has not been completed yet, as for the lavender—"

The young man's delicate face showed a somewhat apologetic gentle smile, "Sorry, I don't like the smell of lavender very much."

"Can……"

But Ms. Asakawa gave it away before?

The question on Sato's mouth was wiped clean by an invisible eraser before he could utter it, and re-wrote words that fit the situation: "Then we will add a glass of warm milk for Mr. Yukimura every night, do you think it is okay?"

"I'm bothering you."

……

The slamming door is like a big hand that restrains thoughts, tightly pulling back Yukimura Seiichi's wandering thoughts, and re-fixing them on the tulips in the vase.

"..."

Seiichi Yukimura traced its outline quietly for a long time, until his eyes became sour; for so long that the drifting sunlight dragged away the temperature a little bit... he just woke up from a dream, rigidly and mechanically following the "habit" that emerged in his mind Pull out "worthless" branches and throw them in the dirty wastebasket.

But don't know why.

When its soft stems, leaves and corolla accidentally touched his fingertips, Yukimura Seiichi Furuhira felt layers of indescribable negative colors in his heart.

"It seems that something very important has been discarded by me."

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The author has something to say:

It's a dream from Yukimura's perspective

Go through a process in the dream, and remember when he wakes up

As for why it was a dream——

as my personal preference

感谢在2022-01-1223:32:34~2022-01-2412:02:42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 2 in the morning and evening;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Sakura; 8 bottles of Cai Cai; 1 bottle of Shocking Paper;

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