Marry Yukimura's 100 Careful Tricks

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Time flows silently, and the temperature at the end of May and the lush green of the branches outside the window are engulfed in the turning.

Seiichi Yukimura, who had completed most of the rehabilitation process, had lost a lot of the paleness and sickness on his face. He opened the third grade textbook and related notes that he asked Liu Lianer to send some time ago, and carefully absorbed the knowledge points in the book.

knock --

"Come in," he said.

"excuse me."

Genichiro Sanada, who was carrying a racket bag, pushed open the door of the ward. His usual serious expression became softer after seeing Yukimura Seichi who looked much better: "Xingmura."

"minister."

"Yukimura."

……

Familiar faces appeared one after another from behind Genichiro Sanada. They carefully adjusted the volume of their speech, making sure that they would not disturb other patients recuperating, then gently closed the door and stood around the hospital bed.

"minister."

Marui Fumta, who was carrying the cake, relied on the fact that others did not dare to touch him, and was the first to go to Yukimura Seiichi: "We came to visit you, congratulations on your recovery and discharge from the hospital."

"minister."

Akira Kirihara, who was right behind him, lay on the edge of the bed and eagerly broke the news about the recent embarrassment of the tennis club: "Senior Marui made a bet with Senior Nioh two days ago, betting on 'Whether Vice-Minister Sanada has the nerve to fall in love', Senior Marui swears... well …Well…"

Akiya Kirihara's remaining speech was blocked by the bubble gum stuffed by Marui Bunta. Not to be outdone, he took advantage of the kelp head and had no time to speak, and quickly revealed the process of Chiya Kirihara being fooled: "I ran to ask Sanada's love letter three days ago. , Who is the one who ran five laps?"

Others who didn't see: ...

The younger brothers and sisters in the elementary school are more mature than you in the way of quarreling.

"Kirihara, Wentai."

Genichiro Sanada interrupted with a headache, he habitually lowered the brim of his hat, and warned with restraint: "This is a hospital, and—"

He can be called mildly taking the cake box, while the others divide the work:

Jack Kuwahara was responsible for appeasing the two bickering children, and the others helped remove all kinds of books and notebooks on the table, and put them away properly according to Yukimura Seiichi's request.

pat-

Genichiro Sanada, who put the cake box into Yukimura Seiichi's hand, stood side by side with the others beside the bed. They congratulated each other in a low voice like they had rehearsed countless times before: "Welcome back, Minister."

"Everyone."

Yukimura Seiichi's exquisite face showed a gentle smile from the heart, "I'm back."

The figure of the young man sitting on the hospital bed in front of him gradually overlapped with the appearance he used to look at the court. Although he was wearing a hospital uniform, the emotion revealed between his brows had returned to the high spirits before his illness.

"minister…"

Kirihara Chi, who was the youngest and had the lowest teardrops, also had some water marks in his eyes. He wiped his eyes and forced himself to hold back his tears: "Welcome back, the tennis club is too lonely without you."

"Yes." Others echoed, "We can finally play together."

Liu Renji: "Xingcun, please work out the next training plan with me."

Yukimura Seichi nodded: "Okay."

……

The conversation in the ward seems to be mixed with the May sunshine pouring through the window to dispel the coldness of the hidden place.

Marui Bunta looked eagerly at the cake box on the table, and he tapped on the edge of the bed to draw everyone's diverted attention back to the cake:

"Yukimura, quickly take it apart and have a look."

"We went to the cake shop to make this together. Kirihara was responsible for washing the strawberries and watching the oven. Sanada whipped the cream. The detailed tutorial and cake styles were provided by Renji. The strawberries were bought by Nioh and Yagyu after a long journey. As for the most difficult strawberry jam Made by Kuwahara, the cake embryo was baked by a kind school girl..."

After he babbled and stated in detail everyone's efforts, he looked up at Yukimura Seiichi who was unpacking the cake box with eager anticipation.

As Marui Bunta's words came to an end, everyone tacitly swallowed the words and watched the expression of the boy on the hospital bed with bated breath.

Puff, puff, puff...

Candidates in the Tennis Club: I feel more nervous than participating in a national competition.

Seiichi Yukimura's bony fingers pulled away from the paper packaging cover, his eyes were half-closed, and there were some ripples under his calm face.

pat-

There were too many strawberries for decoration, mixed strawberry jam colors, uneven cream, and a cake with crooked words "Welcome Minister Yukimura to return" came into Yukimura Seiichi's eyes.

"..."

Pfft... Thank you for their hard work.

Yukimura Seiichi looked at the terrible strawberry cake without saying a word. He has a displeased character, and when he is silent, few people can accurately judge his thoughts, including the tennis team's main candidates.

"Department...Minister."

Akari Kirihara, who was afraid that Seiichi Yukimura would dislike the cake, explained awkwardly: "It was beautiful, but Kanagawa in summer..."

Kirihara Chi, who couldn't find the right words for a while, was also a little stuck. He paused for some reason, and chose such a word: "But Kanagawa in summer is not gentle at all."

After patiently listening to Akaya Kirihara, Seiichi Yukimura said lightly: "Thank you everyone, I like it very much, and—"

For some reason, Yukimura Seichi retorted subconsciously: "Natsu is the most gentle existence. "

……summer?

"Xiaoxia!"

"Xiaoxia!"

Four in the morning.

The pattering rain outside the window obliterated Yukimura Seiichi's intimacy when he woke up in the middle of the night, and the young man who was still a little confused in his thoughts slowly sorted out and thoroughly recalled "the past about Asakawa Natsu" and the reason why he had forgotten her.

In the bedroom, the small lamp used to drive away the night for Asakawa Natsu, who is afraid of the dark, is full of dim and soft bright colors. Yukimura Seichi, who is slowly sitting upright, rests his forehead with one hand, breaking down the information about "price" in his mind one by one. And the remaining, somewhat illusory images of paper cranes:

"Mr. Yukimura"

The broken and crumbling paper crane uttered words with difficulty:

"Young and ignorant first love, only once in a lifetime"

"How can such an important existence, which is enough to make a poor beggar jump into a wealthy country, how can we forget it?"

"Please keep it safe"

"..."

Seiichi Yukimura, who was restrained but full of turmoil in his eyes, scribbled on the snow blue coat that ran through the entire dream and "once". While digesting the overwhelming amount of information and memories like a flood, he looked at the painting next to the desk, which was sprinkled with lights.

Asakawa Natsu

Asakawa classmate

Asakawa

Konatsu

……

Various titles belonging to Asakawa Natsu were tossed back and forth between Yukimura Seiichi's lips and teeth, and he took one step at a time... stepping on the sound of dripping rain in the middle of the night and approaching the easel.

He stood quietly and quietly beside the easel, repeatedly tracing and engraving Asakawa Natsu's face, the beating heart in his chest seemed to merge with the sound of the rain outside the window at an unknown time. Yukimura Seiichi's sanity was shattered and dilapidated.

"Xiao Xia."

The low and almost hoarse voice overwhelmed the sudden patter in the early morning, Yukimura Seiichi failed to calmly hold the paintbrush as he did before falling asleep, and paint the Asakawa Natsu in his eyes.

Now all he wants to do and can do is—accompanied by the continuous sound of rain, the changing light and shadow following his breathing, time and time again, over and over again...

In the mind, in the heart, in the eyes that can't be suppressed, and the face that can't be calm and self-control, showing the true expression, as if in trouble, recall the past with this situation.

With a kind of persistence to get to the bottom of the matter, I dig out the whole experience of myself and Asakawa Xia from getting acquainted to falling in love with each other.

"Yukimura-san, I like you."

"I've been rejected sixteen times, when will you accept my confession letter?"

"The one who loves you misses you very much."

"Boyfriend, do you like sunflowers?"

"I like Mr. Wang Zengqi's prose collection very much recently. Unfortunately, I don't have time. Yukimura-san can help me take notes and let me be lazy, please? Please!"

"Nishimura-sensei is a badass, there are too many chemistry test papers, I can't go to Tokyo to spend the weekend with you."

"Yukimura-san, God-sama asked me to convey: He has never withdrawn his favor from you"

……

The words and sentences echoed in the ear were like a blunt dagger, hard to draw a trace of deep bone, Yukimura Seiichi felt the pain of spreading and growing, and his fingers trembled and stretched.

He maintained this movement for a long, long time, so long that the fatigue of his joints could not be ignored, so he carefully and cautiously touched the blank edge of the drawing paper.

"Xiao Xia." He shouted.

The endless torrential rain that drenched the entire night, just like its hurried footsteps when it came, retreated mercilessly and indifferently when Yukimura Seiichi rubbed the touch of his fingertips.

Perhaps to prove that he has been here, or to help some people who want to cry but can't cry, or want to cry but can't cry, it leaves a wet mess, letting the water on the eaves and treetops drip freely.

The rain stopped.

Tick, tick...

Mayor Seiyuki Yukimura let out a sigh of relief from the crisp tune resounding all over the world, and the light seeping through the window blurred a small trace of light, illuminating the notebook with "Natsu Asakawa" written on it spread out on the desk.

Really...

Yukimura Seiichi turned around and picked up the signature pen next to the notebook. He didn't press the switch of the main bedroom light at hand, and took advantage of the scattered colors of the night light to write the lingering feelings all over his body.

"I made a and..."

When I wrote this, the rustling of the pen tip touching the paper stopped abruptly. Yukimura Seiichi suddenly felt that it was not appropriate to call Asakawa Natsu. Asakawa-san was not close enough, and the current self... seemed not qualified to call her "Xiao Xia".

After hesitating again and again, a line of small words appeared on the paper:

"I had a dream about her"

The boy's magnificent pupils stained the sky with more and more weighty morning light, he picked up the memories he recalled yesterday, and wrote down word by word:

"I want to give her a bracelet with pink beads"

Everything that happened recently, the important past that I recalled last night, the complex meaning that envelops my whole body... It seems that these two lines of thoughtful and thoughtful words are vividly swayed.

The repressed, detached reason and the usual gentle smile, accompanied by the dropped pen and the warm August morning sun, covered and enveloped Yukimura Seiichi's body.

Its daybreak.

"Bad pigments are: ultramarine blue, dark green, black..."

Seiichi Yukimura, who had changed into clothes suitable for going out and washed up, walked down the stairs lightly as if doing morning exercises in the past, and checked the lack of gouache paint.

"Pink bead bracelet."

The world that has been baptized by the rain all night floats the long-lost fresh smell. Yukimura Seichi stepped on the wet ground, peeking at the clear blue sky from the puddles of different depths.

Logically speaking, recalling everything that happened in the past, making up for the gaps in memory and finding the lost "important existence" should be very pleasant, but——

Seiichi Yukimura, who stepped out of the residential area and walked into the bustling shopping street, felt various emotions that could not be separated and collided even if the sky was as clear as the eyes of Asakawa Natsu smiling at him and looking at him:

"How much she hides"

"How much I have to bear alone"

……

The hustle and bustle around him did not pull Yukimura Seiichi into the fireworks of the world as usual. He watched the traffic lights turn from green to red, and listened to the tired voices of office workers who started to communicate with each other early.

All these things that often moved him, today, no matter how many chips he raised, he still couldn't get half of his heart.

——Xiao Xia.

From the moment I opened my eyes, there was a voice in my head that tempted me and Xun Memory to meet you, tell you that I remembered, and call you Xiaoxia in a fair and honest manner.

but……

For the first time, this third-year junior who is confident about many things admits frankly and frankly that he still has concerns:

I'm afraid I'll forget you next time I open my eyes.

I also don't want to take your sacrifices for granted.

"You took the initiative for so long, it's time for me to take the initiative and send you a serious confession."

Nine in the morning.

Throughout the summer vacation, Asakawa Xia, who used to sleep late in the morning, was awakened by the sudden ringing of a text message. She stared in a daze and fumbled for a long time until she found the phone that fell under the pillow, and raised half of her eyelids to check the message.

"I hope the evil carrier won't give me the chance to scold you...".

"Eh--!"

Well, there is no chance for the communication operators to know about the girl's furious roar.

No, to be precise, Asakawa Xia was not only fully and completely awake, she couldn't even find a trace of anger, only joy occupied her entire heart.

"Yukimura-san:

Hello, Asakawa-san.

I heard from Genichiro that the Inari Shrine held a fireworks display before school started. If you don’t mind, can you change tomorrow’s appointment to the day of the fireworks display?

It is presumptuous to say that I really want to enjoy the fireworks blooming in the night with you. "

How to do how to do!

It is obvious that he has already been in love with him, and it is not uncommon for him to have more intimate contact.

But ah!But ah!

Asakawa Natsu clutched her heart that was beating wildly, almost comparable to the degree of love at first sight when meeting the real Yukimura Seichi for the first time.

But ah!

Why face his obvious initiative, blatant selfishness, full of provocations that I deliberately choose to have romantic memories with you.

Still can't help but joy and look forward to, and even indulge him silently.

"Asakawa Xia, you are so worthless." The girl who pretended to complain about her disappointment raised the corners of her mouth to push away her true thoughts, and she typed back a message:

"Asakawa:

Yukimura-san, I don't mind.

However, on the day of the fireworks display, Lily and I agreed to attend together. If you choose to watch the fireworks, you can’t do it alone.

Is that okay? "

When receiving the reply message from Asakawa Natsu, Seiichi Yukimura had just paid for the accessories. He unlocked the screen lock with a little eagerness, and thought for a few seconds before typing the words:

"Yukimura:

I hope Asakawa can try to look forward to the fireworks display in a few days. "

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The author has something to say:

Damn, it's always sweet now! ! !