The girl under the cherry blossoms, her smile is like a flower

The afternoon sun was so hot that the hydrangeas in the garden covered their petals.

But you have to understand that this does not mean that they are ashamed to show themselves. They prefer darkness and are more like dormant, waiting for the scorching sun to subside, and then they will bloom again.

"Hey."

The sunlight came through the window, and the particles in the air were clearly visible. The bored girl poked the boy who was reading a book next to her with her finger.

"What's wrong, Chinatsu?"

The boy raised his head with a gentle smile on his face. When he looked at her like this, the girl suddenly felt a wonderful emotion in her heart.

Ah, he loves me, and I love him deeply, we will never be separated...

The wonderful emotions in her heart were reflected on her face and eyes. The girl's eyebrows were bright and she said coquettishly, "It's not fair!"

"What's unfair?"

There was a moment of surprise on the boy's face, and the girl saw it and felt even happier.

"You keep calling me Chixia Chixia, while I'm worrying about what to call you. It's so unfair!"

"You can call me whatever you want, Chinatsu."

Everyone, this is the wrong answer. Qingmiya Feng said this just now because he wanted to see Yagyu Chinatsu's angry expression.

"Is it okay to call you an idiot?"

"Of course." He closed the book and looked at Yagyu Chinatsu's gradually puffing cheeks with interest.

"Fool!"

"Ah."

"..."

Looking at Qingmiya Kaede, Yagyu Chinatsu's emotions gradually accumulated.

Before the critical point, Qing Gong Feng grabbed her clenched fist and gently stroked the back of her hand as if he was smoothing the fur of an angry cat.

"Why do you suddenly want to say this, Chinatsu?"

"I can't keep calling you 'ah ah', it doesn't sound nice." She struggled slightly, with her strength so small that it was almost negligible. She snorted softly and expressed her sorrow.

"Then Chinatsu can call me Onii-chan, or just call me by my name, it's all fine, I'm not picky."

Qingmiya Feng tried not to laugh. He moved his chair and sat next to Yagyu Chinatsu to see what she would choose.

"Huh! You want to hear me call you Onii-chan, hentai!"

"Huh? I didn't say that." Qingmiya Feng looked innocent. The cold air made the sweet scent of the girl less sweet, but he could still smell some fragrance even though he was so close. "Since you don't call me Onii-chan, why don't you try calling me by my name directly."

Yagyu Chinatsu stopped talking.

He looked at Yagyu Chinatsu's profile and kept looking until the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

"What do you want to do?!"

"Of course, to hear Chinatsu calling my name. My name."

Qingmiya Feng pried open the white little hands of Yagyu Chinatsu that were blocking his eyes.

Their eyes met, and after a while, Yagyu Chinatsu looked away. She was a little shy, or perhaps uncomfortable.

"...Feng..." The voice was so small that it could almost be ignored.

"...Chinatsu, can you speak louder?" He actually heard it clearly, but he wanted to continue listening.

"..." She took a deep breath, looked at Qing Gong Feng with a somewhat evasive gaze, opened her pink lips slightly, and uttered slowly in an incomplete voice: "Feng...Feng..."

"Yeah, I heard it clearly this time."

The slightly shy Yagyu Chinatsu in front of him was so adorable that he couldn't help but hug her in his arms.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his hot breath blowing on Chinatsu Yagyu's white neck.

It was itchy and Yagyu Chinatsu wanted to push his face away, but she was hugged too tightly.

"It's a little weird."

"How to say?"

"You see, I'm younger than you. Normally, I should call you brother, but you just called me by my name." The kendo girl quickly put aside the awkwardness in her heart. She had a cheerful personality, but she became different in front of Qing Gong Feng.

"If Chinatsu feels it's weird to call out my name, I'll think of something else."

"for example?"

"Dear?" Qing Gong Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"...Are you an uncle from the Showa era?" Yagyu Chinatsu looked disdainful.

“It doesn’t sound good?!”

"It sounds nice, but it's too embarrassing. Hum, I won't shout."

"so......"

Qingmiya Feng began to think, it didn't matter what they addressed her, their relationship had reached the point where they didn't need to pay attention to the address, and Chinatsu raised this question mainly to act coquettishly, well, another way of acting coquettishly.

"Hmm...I figured it out."

"What?" There was anticipation in Yagyu Chinatsu's eyes. They held hands, and their hearts seemed to be beating in unison.

"so."

Qingmiya Feng put the corner of his clothes into Yagyu Chinatsu's other hand and gently pulled it.

"When we were little, Chinatsu liked to hold my clothes and we would go here and there together. Now that we've grown up, we can still do this. As long as Chinatsu holds me like this, I'll come whenever I ask."

"On call?"

"On call."

They looked at each other, as if they were back in time to that midsummer.

Young Chinatsu fearfully handed a handkerchief to the sweaty Kiyomiya Kaede, hid behind her father, and shuddered at Kiyomiya Kaede and Rina, who were the same age as her...

The house was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, and the warm sunlight shining through the windows made the room bright.

Cicadas were buzzing all around, the air conditioner was whirring, and the pages of the pale yellow book were being turned.

"In the winter, it's beautiful. You can always have afternoons like that in March. At least you can imagine it, the fog sliding in, like a white fence floating under the streetlights. It covers everything, like a white knife, it's amazing, you can't see the roofs, you can't see the branches."

"You can't see the spire of St. Louis Church, and people are walking by without seeing each other. Everything above the neck disappears. You can see people running around in Jackson Square like headless chickens, asking everyone they bump into, 'Where's your family?'"

They kissed each other, their fingers intertwined.

The handkerchief from childhood, wiping away the sweat and carrying the memories, transcends time and will one day appear by your side.

'Ding'

'Obtained item: old handkerchief'

'Handkerchief: I don't know what the handkerchief is used for when I was a child.'

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evening.

The crow stood on the telephone pole, looking down at the creatures on the ground.

Perhaps they knew that the iron bumps that passed by would not harm them, so they screamed complacently, or spread their black wings and flapped them a few times to show off their wings.

A young man was standing under the oak tree, but there was no crow standing on the branches above his head. They subconsciously sensed a hint of danger and only dared to land under a nearby electric pole, staring at him warily with their round eyes.

"Rina!"

The young man suddenly waved and shouted, but the clear voice sounded like the roar of wild beasts to the crows. With a whoosh, the crows spread their wings and circled in the sunset sky.

Only when the boy walked over did the crows hesitate and land on the tree branches.