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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 69: Come Back Early
I won't let you go.

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Spring was the season of renewal.

After the cherry blossoms on the branches have spent their gorgeous flowering period, the weather was getting warmer, and the school's football field was covered with a layer of crisp green. The insects hiding in the soil for the winter feel the warmer weather, and after waking up, they instinctively crawled out of the ground.

Time passed like flowing water. The spring rain knocked the cherry blossoms off the branches, and the flowing water carried the scattered cherry blossoms into the ditch and ran into the distance.

After the splendid cherry blossom trees in Sendai faded away, flower shops gradually introduced the season's bright red roses. The slender flower stems were decorated with gorgeous flowers, and the petals were close to each other, blooming in circles. Smell the flowers gently, and the fragrant fragrance of the rose fills your nose.

The quartz clock on the wall was ticking with its second hand. The pitcher plants hanging on the wall, with their broad leaves and bulging insect cages hanging from them.

From the corner of her eye, she saw lilies quietly placed in the flower basket. The petals were white and flawless, the leaves were green and beautiful, and the head was bowed like a reserved and reserved beauty.

"Miss, do you want to buy flowers?" The proprietress of the flower shop showed a gentle smile, "The roses in the shop are in full bloom."

Yayoi paused and her eyes fell on the delicate lily.

Yayoi bought three kinds of flowers, the fragrant pale yellow rose, the delicate and quiet lily, and the daisy with tender petals. The boss lady quickly and dexterously tied the flowers into the wrapping paper and fixed them with a red ribbon.

"Hai." The proprietress put a beautiful bouquet into Yayoi's hands. The elegant lilies and daisies made Yayoi's hair more bright and flowing.

"The color of your hair is so bright." The proprietress showed a decent and reserved smile.

The fragrant roses, elegant and pure lilies and daisies were paired together, quietly clustered together, and they look surprisingly suitable.

Yayoi lowered her eyes, her gaze lingering, "Thank you."

Yayoi held the bouquet and walked along the familiar path through the crowd and passed the parking lot. After habitually greeting the nurse at the service station, she followed the corridor to find Ward 301.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?"

Before Yayoi entered the door, she heard the old man grunting as if he was complaining.

Yayoi blinked, held the bouquet, and entered the ward without any fear.

The afternoon sun was a gentle golden color, smeared on the glass windows like a thin layer of honey. The cloud waves on the horizon turn out golden flowers, and the quietly hanging curtains by the window cut off the sunlight falling to the ground.

Yayoi opened the bouquet.

When the proprietress of the flower shop was handling the roses, she specially cut off the sharp thorns on the stems. The long stems of the roses were gently next to the lilies and daisies. After cleaning the vase, the bouquet was placed by Yayoi in a vase.

"Yuji didn't come. He came at five o'clock."

"Tell him not to come over and go participate in club activities!" Wasuke said loudly, "Then what are you doing here?"

"My class is over." The lilies bowed its head reservedly, and Yayoi placed the vase on the table by the window, "I'm so bored, so I came to you to relieve my boredom."

"Then you can go on a date and find your boyfriend to relieve your boredom." Wasuke said with a straight face, as if he was super unhappy, "Didn't you have a boyfriend?"

"Now that you have a boyfriend, you have to be responsible for him." Wasuke rambled on, and began to tell the red-haired girl in his family who had no brain. He hoped for the nnn-th time that his sincere words would brighten the redhead's mind, "If you don't pay close attention, he will be seduced by another woman accidentally!"

Satoru's face looked very pleasant, and he was an adult male, so there might be a nest of wild bees and butterflies outside.

Originally, he just brought up a topic casually to draw Yayoi's attention away from him, but when he said this, Wasuke couldn't help but become interested.

His red-haired girl was so stupid, it would be terrible if she was cheated. If the other person was a dedicated and consistent man, then everyone would be happy. What if he just had a casual attitude of 'just for fun'?

Chikuso...

If that was really the case, then even if he dragged his aging body, he would still have to get up and break all the legs of that b*stard.

When it didn't work, he asked Yuji to go.

Yuji: Ahchoo—
Yuji: ???

Yayoi: ???

She was confused, "When did I get a boyfriend?"

When did she have a boyfriend, why didn’t she know?

"You two are sleeping in the same room!" The old man with pale sideburns glared.

"Oh, it's Gojo." Yayoi finally realized, "We are tomodachi." (friend)

Wasuke: "..."
Tomo... what kind of tomodachi were you talking about?

"Tomodachi and boyfriend are different." Yayoi explained to her grandpa seriously.

Wasuke: "..."
Of course I know that friend was different from boyfriend, but I didn’t think you know that.

"It's just the same bed. It's not like we haven't slept together before." Yayoi picked up the thermos cup on the table and poured out the cooled water inside.

The old man's face gradually became distorted, and he said to himself, 'I know you two sleep in the same room, but I didn't expect you to actually sleep in the same bed, and it's not like you haven't slept together before!'

Wasuke only felt that a piece of old blood was lodged in his throat, and it wouldn't matter if it spurted out, or if it didn't spurt out.

"How long have you... known each other?" Wasuke calmed down his turbulent emotions and asked seriously.

From the tone of his voice, it seemed that his little red-haired girl and that white-haired boy had known each other for quite some time.

Yayoi counted on her fingers, "Ten... thirteen years."

Wasuke: "..."
D*mn.

"Gojo has a boy he likes." Yayoi turned on the faucet, and the tap water washed the inner wall of the thermos cup, making a dull gurgling sound.

"What... what did he like?" Wasuke's eyes twitched.

"Boy." Yayoi's face remained as usual, her expression was steady and steady. She ran to the water dispenser and poured hot water into the cup. The mouth of the cup was filled with hazy water vapor. Yayoi poured some more warm water to neutralize the temperature.

Wasuke's expression was dull and confused. Did his little red-haired girl encounter a gay man who was cheating on her?!

Yayoi put the cup on Wasuke's hand, and Wasuke took it mechanically and took a sip of hot water to calm down his shock.

The warm water slid into the mouth, flowed into the esophagus, and slid into the stomach, slightly clearing the mind. Wasuke looked at Yayoi with a complicated expression, and the thoughts in his brain began to spin.

This red-haired girl of his was really stupid.

He was already very old. He had seen and experienced more things than his grandchildren. Time had polished his heart and soul and worn away many edges. He had seen many things. Looking back at the present when he was young, many things became clear to him. Although his wife had long since left him and gone to the underworld alone, he had once been in love.

This little red-haired girl was silly, but he could tell that she liked him, very much, but she didn't know.

Wasuke put the cup in his hand on the table and waved to Yayoi. Yayoi tilted her head and ran over obediently. As a result, she suffered a brain breakdown from her grandfather.

Yayoi covered her head, which was hurt by the collapse, with tears streaming down her face, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Idiot." Wasuke looked at Yayoi, who was covering her head and accusing him.

Nowadays, the female high school students were becoming more and more sophisticated each generation, but for the red-haired girl in his family, he had watched her go from being stupid in high school to now.

Wasuke was very confused. He was very confused. How did this silly red-haired girl come to the conclusion that he liked men? A man who would come to find a woman in the middle of the night when the rain was pouring, did you actually think that he liked men?

Wasuke's mood was complicated at the moment, and he was about to complain to Satoru.

This redhead... she was really stupid!

"What am I stupid about?" Yayoi rubbed her forehead aggrievedly, "Why do you and Gojo both like to call me stupid?"

Wasuke paused.

"Yayoi." Wasuke sighed and stroked Yayoi's red hair, "If you don't learn to be smarter, you will really suffer a lot."

The generous palms have a reassuring warmth, and the hair under the palms was soft and delicate. The owner of the hair was still ignorant. If you say she was stupid, she was not really stupid. When she became smarter, people feel that this IQ was not what she should have. In summary, it's just that the time when her IQ went up and down was uncertain.

But if she was not smart, she would suffer. If she was too smart, she would suffer a lot of injuries that she should not suffer in the first place.

"You and Yuji are both powerful, so... you have to do what you want to do." Wasuke said, "For example... help others."

He thought, he wanted very much, to help others and die surrounded by people instead of lying in a hospital bed uselessly, but he was already old, his bones were rusting, his internal organs were failing, and there was nothing he could do.

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The sun was sinking, but the afterglow in the sky had not dissipated. The clouds lingering on the horizon were burned into a gorgeous golden red, and the cloud waves rolled on the horizon, creating waves like fire.

The tall and thin telephone poles were painted a matte black against the dazzling glow of the sky.

Dark shadows fell on the city, and the gorgeous sunset rose and fell in the river.

Yayoi bought some simple food in the supermarket, stepping on the sunset, the shadows stretched long on the soles of her feet, the tree canopy covered with sunset-colored gauze, the low fence, and the door of her house gradually appeared in sight.

Yayoi took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it lightly, and the door opened.

After walking into the house, Yayoi stuffed her things into the refrigerator and took out the things for tonight's dinner.

In her ears, she heard the sound of even and steady breathing.

Yayoi paused, then followed the source of the sound, tiptoed over, and finally stopped at the door of her room.

Yayoi opened the door softly, leaving the window open. The golden-red glow was flowing on the windowsill, the curtains were swaying in the wind, and the beautiful sunset reflected the redness of her fair skin.

Her quilt was balled up and bulged. Her quilt and pillow were all plain white, and the hair sticking out from between the quilt almost blended into the quilt.

Like a big cat that curled up into a ball, Satoru was nestled in her bed, sleeping soundly, with white bandages curled up on his restless white hair scattered on the pillow.

With his back to the dazzling sunset, his blue eyes like the clear sky opened, and the flowing light rippled in his pupils.

"Yayoi, you came back so late." Satoru blinked.

Yayoi tilted her head.

The big cat huddled in her bed seemed to be in a bad mood and balled up into a ball.

"I went to look for you, but I couldn't find you." Satoru muttered.

"Ah, Yayoi is a bad bad guy." Satoru said to himself.

Satoru said, as if talking to himself.

The big cat bundled himself up tighter.

Yayoi walked to the bed and pulled the big cat out of her bed. After finally pulling the big cat out of her bed, the big cat pulled it on top of him again.

"Why are you unhappy?"

Yayoi patted the big cat that rested his chin on her shoulder. Satoru head moved and simply buried his head into Yayoi's neck. The hands on her waist also tightened, pulling her directly into his arms.

The black jacket was thrown on the ground. The big cat took off his jacket before going to bed, wearing only a thin black T-shirt underneath.

Warm skin temperature continued to spread from the crook of her neck. Satoru buried his head in the crook of Yayoi's neck and let out a muffled 'hmm'.

"I'm very unhappy." Satoru said coquettishly, "You coax me."

"Yayoi, you are a super bad red-haired villain." Satoru said dully.

"Okay, I'm a bad guy." Yayoi followed the big cat's words. He said a bad guy was a bad guy.

"You moved without telling me."

"..."

"You changed your phone number and didn't tell me."

"..."

"You didn't bring me kikufuku when you came back."

"..."

Yayoi: "..."

Wait, the first two items were her fault, but the last one...

The coquettish big cat was unreasonable and rubbed her neck sadly a few times, feeling terribly wronged.

"My fault, my fault, I will definitely bring you kikufuku next time." Yayoi said immediately, "Next time I change my phone number, I will be the first to tell you, when moving..."

"You're not allowed to moving." Satoru curled his lips. As soon as he finished speaking, the hand originally placed on her waist tightened, strangling her until she almost choked.

Yayoi: "Okay, I won't move."

"Yayoi." Satoru shouted her name in a dreamy voice.

Yayoi patted the big cat on the back.

"I'm a little tired." His eyelashes, as thin as butterfly wings, trembled slightly.

Silent fatigue mixed with the gradually dimming glow filled the air, and a cool breeze penetrated into the gaps in the fabric.

Yayoi suddenly felt that Satoru now looked like a big cat who just wanted to find a nest for himself.

She also thought that when she was young, Satoru dragged Suguru and came to her house sometimes. He had met her mother, but she had never been to his house or his family.

Yayoi had seen photos of Satoru, Suguru and Shoko, as well as their mentor Yaga. Satoru was a person who liked to take pictures. He liked to pose with scissor hands and smile like a big cat in front of the camera. Dragged her to take photos, dragged Suguru to take photos, dragged Shoko to take photos, stepping on the cursed spirit and the curse users to take photos. The photos occupied half of the phone's memory, but Yayoi had never seen him taking photos with his family.

"Then I'll lend you my quilt." Yayoi said.

"Yeah." The big cat nuzzled her neck.

"You are not allowed to move. Even if you move, you have to tell me." A muffled voice came from the crook of his neck.

"Okay." Yayoi, a professional cat owner, said.

"Kikufuku..."

"The store is closed. I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

"Crepes..."

"I'll buy it for you next time."

Wait, did you just mention this?

"Red bean rice cake soup, you made it."

"I'll do it for you later."

Fortunately, there were rice cakes in the refrigerator and red beans in the cupboard.

Yayoi: "..."

Wait, you didn’t mention this at all just now, did you?

"It's a bit cold, Yayoi is warm." Satoru mumbled.

Yayoi reached out and held Satoru's face, trying to warm his face, but she suddenly found that Satoru's face was a little cold.

"Is it warmer?" Yayoi asked, holding Satoru's face.

Satoru stretched out his hand and placed his palm on the back of Yayoi's hand. He nodded and lowered his long eyelashes, "Yayoi's hand is very warm."

"Yayoi." Satoru moved his palm up, holding Yayoi's face, and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

The crimson sunset sank into the horizon, the grayish blue smeared on the sky, and the rich night was overwhelming.

Satoru's eyelids were half-lidded, and under his slender eyelashes, his pale blue pupils had a faint halo in the night, deep and magnificent.

"Yayoi, I won't let you go." Satoru whispered words that Yayoi didn't quite understand.

Ten years would make him miss a lot of things and make him think about a lot of things clearly.

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• Omake •

Gojo the Cat: I am in a bad mood and want to act coquettishly.

Gojo the Cat: Your nest will be my nest from now on.


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