[Comprehensive] Hello, Junko Fujiwara

It rained lightly all night and continued in the morning.Sunja saw umbrellas of different colors and pedestrians walking in a hurry from the tram, and yawned rather bored.

The midterm exam was next week, Shunzi stepped into the class, most of the students sat in their seats to read and review, and the atmosphere was much more tense than the previous few days.The first class was the mathematics class of teacher Xiaolin, the head teacher. Seeing everyone's tireless and serious appearance, the usually cold and serious faces softened a lot.

The steamy wind kept blowing in through the cracks in the window, making Sunja's arms cool.She turned her face to look out the window, separated by a layer of mist, she couldn't see anything clearly outside.The class was very quiet, but Shunzi could hear various voices more clearly.The rustling sound of turning the pages of the book, the sound of the nib touching the paper, and the whispers of the conversation at the same table, they mixed together and spread to her ears, making her feel restless.

Ryo Shishido was so overwhelmed by a problem that he didn't have a clue after solving it for 10 minutes.Just as I was about to ask my deskmate, I saw her staring out the window in a daze.I looked down and saw that a question in the workbook was half written and thrown there.

"Are you in a bad mood?" He asked in a low voice.

"No," Shunzi looked back at him, "Why do you think so?"

"How should I say it?" Her face was a little cold, and Ryo Shishido didn't know how to describe it better, "It looks like she's preoccupied."

"Because..." Shunzi adjusted her glasses with her right hand, "I don't like this kind of weather, so you have to be very careful when you walk on the road." She never liked to go out in this kind of weather, not to mention the wetness on the tram and subway stairs. Once you step on a loose brick while walking on the road, splashing muddy water on your body can completely disappear the good mood of the day.

"Me too," Shishido Ryo nodded in agreement, "When it rains, the tennis court can't be used, and the ground is wet and slippery, so it's easy to fall."

"Which question can't you?" She lowered her head and saw the messy sketchbook on the other party's desk. "The last one of the fill-in-the-blank question?"

"I don't know where to draw the auxiliary line." He scratched the hair on the back of his head, and said with full resentment, "Doing mathematics in this weather is simply torture!"

After class was over, Shunzi put the books and notebooks back into the drawer, and found a bag of pocky that she opened yesterday but forgot to take away.She pinched it lightly, and found that the biscuit stick had completely softened, and her usual mood was even worse.

"So," she muttered as she threw the pocky in the trash, "I hate this rainy day."

Mizuki Miori also noticed her depressed mood, and when she heard the reason, she pinched her cheeks, "Even if it doesn't rain, the biscuits will soften if you don't clamp them with a clip, don't blame all the reasons In the weather."

"However, that doesn't stop me from hating this kind of weather." Shunzi turned her head to avoid her hand, but didn't change her words.

"What will you do when it comes to the rainy season?" Miori loved her so much, rubbed her face with a smile, and coaxed her like a child, "Rainy days are not without benefits. Most comfortable to sleep in."

"Sleeping is the most comfortable when it's raining." Somehow, a faint smile appeared on Shunzi's face, "especially in summer."

In the midsummer of Kamakura, heavy rains always come unexpectedly. Whenever this time, Shunzi likes to sit in the outer corridor and listen to the crackling sound of the rain hitting the eaves, and a large amount of water mist quickly evaporates on the ground.In the yard there is a small tin shed where tools are kept, and the sound of pea-sized raindrops clinking on it is very crisp.The bamboo tube was filled with water in a short while, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound of "pop".The flowers and plants in the yard were crooked, looking through a layer of mist, there was a layer of leaves that had been knocked off by the rain under the old green plum tree.

The grandmother in the shawl would also sit over, hold little Shunzi in her arms, wrap her in the shawl, and whisper to the three or four-year-old granddaughter what is growing in the yard.Occasionally, there will be a few birdsong nearby, mixed indistinctly with the sound of rain.The two of them just sat on the outer edge like this and could listen to the sound of rain for an hour without getting bored.Sometimes just listening to it, Shunzi fell asleep in her arms.

When I woke up, the sky had already cleared up.At this time, she would run to the bottom of the green plum tree, pick up a few shiny green leaves on the ground, and touch its rough trunk wet by the rain.After it rained, the ground was always a little slippery. A few times, Shunzi accidentally stepped on something and fell, and sat down on the ground for a long time in a daze.

The round, snowball-like little doll sat on the ground with a dazed expression, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, mud was all over his trousers and hands.When the grandma who is cooking sees this scene, she always smiles and walks over to pull her up.Although she didn't know why grandma was laughing, Shunzi couldn't help being happy, she tugged at the hem of grandma's clothes and rubbed against her.The clean grandmother is not angry, she just hugs her, pinches her face, and smiles more happily.

Even after such a long time, Shunzi still remembers very clearly that when she was picked up by her grandmother and returned to the house, the large clump of colorful and abundant hydrangea planted near the base of the wall was crowded and blooming, and the water on the leaves Beads sparkle in the setting sun.

She opened half of the window and saw the messy little garden behind the teaching building.On a new day, thinking about what to have for lunch is still an important life task for Shunzi.Maybe the rainy day was perfect for sleeping, and when she woke up, she had no time to make bento.Sure enough, she nodded with a solemn expression, and she still had to eat steaming food on a rainy day.

"So," Mizuki Miori pinched her face as she watched the large rice bowl and miso soup she brought over from the window, "Is this the so-called turning unhappiness into appetite?"

"I want to eat green plum sauce," Shunzi said suddenly after eating half of it, "Does Miori know where I can buy it?"

"Green plum sauce is also a kind of jam." Mizuki Miori rubbed her chin and thought for a while, "There should be some in convenience stores, but I only bought jam and Thousand Island sauce there."

"No, I want to buy fresh greengage," she shook her head, "I want to make it myself, and make plum wine by the way."

"There shouldn't be a convenience store, why don't you go to a large supermarket?" Miori stuffed a mouthful of rice, her words were a little unclear, "But you can actually make greengage wine, so amazing!"

"I learned it from my grandmother when I was a child." Thinking of the green plum tree in Kamakura, Shunzi described it with gestures. "At that time, there was a green plum tree at home, and it would bear a lot of fruit in May, so many trunks seemed to fall down. Same."

"Isn't it May now?" Miori asked, holding her chin, "Wouldn't it be better to go back and pick it?"

Hearing this sentence, the food in front of her was no longer attractive to her, the smile on Shunzi's face restrained a bit and then quickly returned to the same curvature as usual.She put down the tableware in her hand in a dispirited manner, the spoon collided with the porcelain plate and made a small sound, "I really want to eat green plum sauce, so I just can't wait."

"I'm going to the library to review in the afternoon." Shunzi wiped the corner of his mouth, smiled and looked at Mizuki Miori, who was eating happily, "Do you want to go together?"

"Forgive me," she begged vaguely, "Anyway, I just want to pass the exam, and I'll be fine if Shunzi lends me my notes two days before the exam."

"When I was in elementary school, I hugged my thigh and cried before exams." Suddenly thinking of something, Shunzi blinked jokingly, "Now I'm not happy to invite you."

"How can you hug your thighs?" Shui Shu cleared his throat and said seriously, "It's his arms!!"

"So, that time in fifth grade," she couldn't help laughing, "Miori really cried in front of me because of the exam?"

"You lied to me—" Miori wrinkled her nose and tried hard to refute, because she was afraid that crying would be a black history for her if she failed the exam, "I didn't cry, didn't shed a single tear, okay?"

"I don't believe it—" Shunzi pursed her lips and smiled with crooked eyes.

Because of the midterm exam, the activities of the Home Economics Club were more relaxed than usual, so she went to the library as soon as school was over.At 04:30 in the afternoon, Shunzi walked out of the library with a book in her arms.Although the rain was a little lighter than in the morning, it still didn't stop.In the gray background, a touch of red not far away is particularly dazzling.

"Good afternoon." She quickened her pace and walked in front of him, as if she wasn't surprised by his sudden appearance, "Akashi-kun."