--hyacinth

The little rabbit who ran away from home ran away again.The reason is that her neighbor's friend, the cat boy, threw away her expensive herbs without her consent.

Putting her small burden on her shoulders with a branch, the little rabbit told the cat boy behind her with a firm back that this time, it was imperative for her to leave home.

Imperative...

The moment the door was pushed open and she saw the red-haired boy, she pouted and flew up, ignoring her own image.

"Spring Sauce~~~~~"

The scene of the girl pouting her lips and puffing her face pitifully into her arms is exactly the same as it was more than ten years ago. The familiar touch and breath made Matsuoka Haru have the illusion that he was a five-year-old boy turning back time. .

Sometimes time doesn't change anything and we are still the same as before.

The little girl hugged her waist and refused to let go no matter what, her red head rubbed against her chest.Matsuoka Haru, who had already received a call from her twin brother, naturally knew what the girl was embarrassing about.

The policy of hiding people for a week has already affected him beyond Tokyo, not to mention how miserable the life of the parties and their friends in the local area is.

Stretching out his hand to gently rub the girl's hair, the other party's hand holding him became tighter and tighter.Without raising his head, Matsuoka Haru could imagine the resentment on the expression of the boy upstairs hiding behind the window.

"Yoxi Yoxi~~~" Neighbors who came and went looked at him not far away and pointed at him. Haru Matsuoka, who didn't want anyone to be discussed, patted the girl on the back and brought her into the house , and closed the door by the way.

The closed door brought a unique atmosphere of home, and she let go of the boy's arms, skillfully found the shoes that suited her at the entrance, put them on, and walked into the room that was no different from what she remembered.

It doesn't matter what you say...

The family portrait taken by the boy when he was young is still hanging on the wall, the difference is that there is an extra photo of a child next to him.Going further inside is the living room in my memory. On the background wall behind the TV cabinet, there is still a group of five of them young and small. On the TV table under the background wall, there is a black-haired boy and a gentle and lovely girl. The children stood side by side, their smiles facing the camera were full of happiness.

Nothing has changed, they've all grown up...

Holding the brewed tea from the kitchen, Matsuoka Haru walked to the living room and saw the girl holding a picture and crying silently.

Putting down the teacup and walking to the girl, Matsuoka Haru imitated the girl's posture, bent slightly, leaned over the girl's head, and looked at the photo in the opponent's hand.

"Before I knew it, even Fuyuki had grown so big."

The black-haired boy in the photo in her hand is Matsuoka Haru's younger brother Matsuoka Fuyuki. As for the girl next to him, she can know the identity of the other person without even thinking about it.

The so-called growth does not refer to any specific person.In her senses, the scene of the black-haired boy crying and hugging her to find his brother was just yesterday.

"Really, before I knew it, even that bastard Fuyuki found a girlfriend~~~"

Sad tears are just a momentary emotion that touches the scene.Wiping away her tears, she imitated how she was when she was a child, lying on the sofa at the boy's house, rolling carefully with the pillow in her arms.

"Chun Jiang Chun Jiang~~~Why is your sofa so small~~~"

With messy hair, she turned over and pillowed on the boy's lap when the boy was sitting next to her, her amber eyes met her light red eyes, not long ago, some adults looked at them when they were young and joked, "Feng family's The girl and the boy from the Matsuoka family really look alike."

"It's you who have grown up, Nobuko-chan~~~"

She saw the boy's slender fingers brushing away the hair sticking to her face, and she saw the boy's lips opening and closing, saying words that made her nose sore.

"That's right~~~"

She heard that she answered the boy in such a perfunctory manner.

The cup on the table was still the one she was familiar with.Yellow and red, Winnie the Pooh pattern.It was a pattern that she used to love very much.

"Ah~~~You still have this cup, Chun-chan."

Sitting up, she took the teacup on the table and held it in front of her eyes, watching carefully.

"It's here. I remember that when I was young, when I was in pottery class, Yuxi and Yao Yingwei quarreled over the taste of patterns. As a result, Yuxi accidentally bumped into this place when they were pushing and shoving."

As she spoke, she turned the concave side of the handle of the cup to the direction of the boy.

"It's a pity to say it. It turned out to be a birthday present for Yuta, because I liked him so much at that time."

Holding the small cup, she slowly narrated her memories. She was so focused on the cup that she never noticed the surprised expression on the boy's face while drinking tea.

"Yuta, who was in pottery class with you back then, Yuki wouldn't go to such a boring place."

No matter how much time passes, some memories, once they exist, are never forgotten.Matsuoka Haru still remembers that the only two people who were sent to the children's pottery class together when they were young were the girl and Tsukahara.As for the other figure in memory, I never went there after taking an experience class.

"Pfft—Chun Jiang is really, don't you remember the pranks you did when you were young?" Through the warm liquid in the cup, she gently stroked the rough body of the cup, looking at the photo frame hanging on the opposite wall , She actually forgot her original intention of coming here.

"At that time, it was true that Yuta would attend the experience class with us, but I didn't expect it to be Yuxi who came to class the next day. I know, it was Haru-chan. You accidentally said that I was going to give Yuta a gift. Yuki, who has been arguing and fighting with Yuta Yuta since we met, will naturally not let me and his precious brother be alone, so under the cover of intentional release of water and spring sauce, you came to class that day , it’s Yuki who combed her hair like Yuta.”

Some sad things are not so sad in retrospect in the future.On the contrary, when those vivid figures appear in your mind, your heart is full of helpless happiness.

"Planning to destroy my work in order to achieve my goal of being unshakable for a hundred years, Youxi didn't expect that in class, she would quarrel with the shape and shape of the cup, and in the end, she accidentally broke it under pushing and shoving. My cup. Thinking about it now, you were really too much at that time."

A boy who is angry that he should not be the one who gave the gift to his neighbor's sister.

A boy who didn't want his brother to be snatched away by a girl.

The pranks she played when she was young finally came to an end when she held back her tears and said it was okay.However, the cup that was originally intended to be thrown away was painted with a pattern she liked through the hard work of a certain teenager, and finally it was made into the utensil she is holding in her hand now.

"Even twins can't hide from my eyes~~~ Yuta and Yuki's voices, Yuta and Yuki's height, Yuta and Yuki's preferences, Yuta and Yuki's pros and cons, I... haven't missed it once ah."

The gentle elder brother will not quarrel with his companions because of the trivial matter of styling, and the younger brother who is not good at drawing will ask her to draw her favorite pattern on her smashed cup when she is sad.

Wanting to take a sip of water to ease her mood, she gave up the idea when she saw the pure white liquid in the glass, and she couldn't see the immature lines on the glass wall through the lens thicker than a beer bottle.With blurred vision, she put the quilt in her hand back on the coffee table.

"Really, I actually had the illusion that Yuxi himself is here."

In a trance, she saw the chestnut-haired boy coming down the stairs looking at her. At the same time, knowing her physical condition, she just grinned helplessly at the red-haired boy beside her.

"No matter when that guy, Yuxi, is too much. He even quietly threw away so many of my medicines. You must know that almost half of my monthly part-time salary is spent on this."

When she was a child, she often complained to the teenagers around her how much another teenager was too much. She did this just to get a helpless smile and a warm and pampering palm from the other teenager.

"Chunjiang...I'm tired." She had reached her mental strength and leaned sideways on the boy with a pillow in her arms.This willful but peaceful feeling has not been experienced since she was 15 years old.

Closing her eyes, she heard the boy whispering softly in her ear.

"Go to sleep, fall asleep, you won't be afraid of anything..."

Then, she really fell asleep.

Asaba Yuki just looked at the stairs, watching the girl fall asleep peacefully leaning on her friend's shoulder.

"Youxi..." Matsuoka Haru, who has grown up, still retains the tenderness and innocence of his childhood, but this does not mean that he cannot understand what kind of rainstorm is hidden under the seemingly calm eyes of his friend at the moment.

"Little Xinzi, she... knows everything..."

Whether it's a prank or a surprise.Everything they did, everything... the girl recorded it all with her eyes and her heart.

"That's not true." Walking past the coffee table, Yuki Asaba's eyes lingered on the cup of milk for a few seconds.

"This guy, from the beginning, didn't know anything..."

His fingertips ran across the girl's red hair, black eyebrows, and tightly closed eyes...

"I like her, Chun."

"we all know."

"But she doesn't know..."

I don't know...the reason why I quarreled with her when I was a child...

I don't know... how I felt when I found out that she had moved...

I don't know... Seeing her anger at him for forcing a smile...

don't know... she doesn't know...

...Even if he didn't remove his figure intentionally, he could still see her...mood in the first moment...

"I like her."

Asaba Yuki... likes hyacinth...

No matter what color, no matter what posture, he likes her.

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