One season of cherry blossoms

Chapter 65 Not a warm person

Yamanaka Ino woke up from his sleep.My mind is full of scenes from the afternoon——

"...you...do you like her?"

"……Um."

"Hey—why?"

"..."

--do not know.

"I don't know why, but I fell in love with her."...

Ino Yamanaka thought that he was not as strong and open-minded as he imagined.It's not that I don't want to make myself more open-minded, it's just that the feelings accumulated over the past six years can't be simply let go just because of a word.

If just one sentence can make me let go of everything in an instant, then... my own feelings are too ridiculous.

Suddenly, she remembered the scene when she taught herself how to make tomato dishes during the time when she was still in the ninja school.The movements are skillful and crisp.After that "Bagua Magazine" was released, she also wanted to make a lunch box for that person, but she hurriedly jumped out and said that she deliberately wrote about the foods he liked that he didn't like. It was full of the arrogance of that young master.

At that time, she felt that she would never be able to match her level.She knew everything about that person, clearly in her heart.As for myself, I don't know anything, so I still need her to correct me now.

It was like a competition, she was at the forefront with a proud posture, that person was chasing after, and she was at the end.Feel left out.There are things between those two people that she will never be able to touch.

Yamanaka Ino walked downstairs to the kitchen in his pajamas.The scene at that time was instantly like a grand black-and-white movie, and the scenes were replayed one by one, passing by before the eyes.She followed by, carefully imitating her every move, carefully recording every step she taught herself.

She took out two tomatoes and sliced ​​them slowly but carefully. She still remembered the sound of the kitchen knife falling on the chopping board when she was chopping vegetables. It was crisp and crisp.Ino kept his hands on while recalling.After a busy day, he sat at the table and stared at the dishes he had made. After a daze, he slowly picked up the chopsticks and took a bite into his mouth.

She once said, "Ino, in order for you to become an "idle wife and cold mother" in the future, I will make a small sacrifice and eat your cooking as an experimental product~! So, in the future, when I have nothing to eat, I will eat It's up to you~!" She patted her heroic expression, Yamanaka Ino knew that the second half of the sentence was actually her purpose.

"Send it quickly! Mother-in-law, where is Ino's usual strong aura?!" She pushed herself forward to hand the bento to Sasuke, and after Ino's repeated "but" in the mountains, she shouted loudly, Ino Yamanaka knew she was motivating herself.

The memory suddenly stops here and freezes.The illusion of the past in front of him gradually disappeared, and Ino Yamanaka threw himself on the table and cried.

——Sakura, my heart was rejected, but now I want to talk to you.It doesn't matter when it started, you always calm and smiling is the courage I rely on most.But... when will you wake up?

There are such people in the world.They are the same joy, anger, sorrow, joy, the same cry, laugh, anger, hate.However, they always give people a feeling that they will never panic.

That kind of person has a kind of radiance on his body and an incredible temperature.Someone who can make others feel warm...

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Qingyi took a notebook and wandered around in this small town where the snow was still falling.People on the street are doing their own things in a hurry.A middle-aged man took a big trash can and turned to the garbage dump at the corner, threw the things in his hand to the garbage dump neatly, walked back home quickly, and slammed the door behind him.

Qing Yi has never been a person with much leisure and elegance, her fingers turning over the notebook were purple from the cold, and the back of her hand was a patch of red and purple in different shades.Frowning, Qing Yi finally remembered that he had forgotten something. — Gloves, I forgot to bring them.

I rubbed my fingers back and forth in an attempt to reduce the numbness a little, but the result was not ideal.Taking a breath, seeing the condensed white smoke drifting away, she suddenly murmured, [Damn, this place is really cold. ]

Complaining and snapping the black leather book in his hand, he thought to himself to find a hotel nearby to stay today.As he was about to move forward, there was a lagging pulling force from the hem of his clothes. He thought about it, and turned his head to see a little child pulling the hem of his clothes.

The small, short fingers, which were discolored by the cold, stubbornly pulled the corner of his clothes very tightly.She didn't know that a long hemp-brown trench coat appeared abnormally on this street where ambiguous white snowflakes were floating everywhere.In the eyes of that little child, there was even a peculiar warmth.

It's like it's magical.That's it, luring the little boy to step forward and grab it.

Looking at this lovely and pitiful child inexplicably, Qing Yi has no clue at all. ——It’s true that she’s a cute kid, but she’s not cute, so there’s nothing destructive about her.

Suddenly smiled to himself, Qing Yi simply decided to ignore him, and walked forward again, this time the child also used the other hand, tightly clutching the corner of Qing Yi's clothes, pulling it even tighter up.

He bowed his head and said nothing.Qing frowned, a little upset.After a stalemate for a long time, the child spoke intermittently, only to hear him say in a childish tone and a way of expression that is not clear, [together... take me together... Follow... you go...]

Hearing this, he became happy.She thought this was simply too absurd.Smiling and shaking his head, he reached out to pull the child's hand away, but the child was still stubborn and refused to let go.And looked at her pitifully with the eyes of a small animal, which were pure and expectant eyes.

That kind of innocence made Qing immediately think of Bai.The same snow-falling town, the same innocent eyes, that heart-wrenching person.Suddenly, my heart softened.The originally impregnable resistance disintegrated inch by inch, stretched, and then collapsed.

The soft part of my heart was touched by it, and when I reached out to tear the child's hand from the corner of his clothes, I saw his expression of almost crying in despair.He knelt down and put those cold little hands in the same cold and unwarmed palms as his own.

Qing Yi asked him, [Do you want to come with me? ]

You have to be sure—are you going to be with me, a person with the same cold hands?I can't give any warmth.So don't be fooled by your own assumptions.

Not everyone is gentle and warm as bright as the sun.Not everyone is the kind of person who can give you warmth.Not all of them - all so wonderful...

Don't be fooled by the moment you see it.The sixth sense is always wrong~!

I am not a good person...