I push the kid!

"nice."

"Which is better, the clothes or the person?"

"People are a hundred times more beautiful than clothes."

"Tsk." Hoshino Ai turned her face away, "You're just a liar. You only know how to say things that others like to hear."

"Is the truth."

"It's just a lie." Hoshino Ai said, "I think it's because you're too polite."

Makimura Taku thought for a moment and said, "Politeness is another matter."

“But I don’t hate it either.”

"Ok?"

"Even if it's a lie." She turned around, and her faint smile seemed to linger in the air.

They left Uniqlo without buying any of the clothes they tried on.

Taku Makimura asked her why she didn't buy anything and if she didn't like it. She said she didn't want to go back to the hotel and it was too troublesome to carry the shopping bags in her hands all the time. Besides, it was not suitable to wear short sleeves now. It would be nice if she could come here again in the summer.

"Then let's come back in the summer." Makimura Taku walked beside her.

"That's right," Hoshino Ai walked and looked up at the blue sky, as if studying the distance between the clouds and the ground. She thought for a long time before muttering, "Summer?"

The chirping of birds like cicadas passed overhead, as if summer had really arrived suddenly.

The outlet mall, as magnificent as an opera house, gradually faded from sight. They walked around the winding river and on the grass covered with small white flowers that looked like small pieces of paper.

An eight-year-old child ran over to sell them flowers, roses, carnations, tulips, baby's breath, forget-me-nots, and other bouquets. In short, every flower was beautiful.

"I can't stand it~" With sparkling eyes, Hoshino Ai couldn't help but tug at Makimura Taku's arm, "Makimura Makimura, how about we buy a sunflower and take it back? Then we can put it in a tall and thin glass bottle like the ones you see in coffee shops! When the sun shines on it, the flower will sparkle!"

"Yes, handsome big brother, buy one for your girlfriend, buy one and give one to her~" said the child.

"Don't you think it's troublesome to carry it?" Makimura Taku said with a smile.

"Oh, the flowers are so light!"

"how do you know?"

"I just know it."

"How light?"

Hoshino Ai gestured: "80 grams!"

Makimura Taku stared at the flower in the child's hand: "Although it's mini, it can't be more than that, right?"

"Hey, this is the weight in my hand~"

"well."

So they paid for a sunflower, and the child handed them two, each taking one.

The petals are small and yellow, and the slender and tender green stems are held in Hoshino Ai's hands.

When walking on the grass, she seemed to have turned into a fairy holding a bouquet of flowers and a wand, her figure dancing in the sunshine.

Makimura Taku didn't seem that excited. He just held the flower in his hand and walked forward normally. He glanced at the flower in his hand from time to time and felt that the flower weighed more than 80 grams at any rate.

"Makimura!" When they were about to walk out of the grassland, Hoshino Ai suddenly turned around and faced him. The movement was like a symbolic slow motion in a movie.

As she turned around, Hoshino Ai raised her hair, hiding the sunflower behind her body. She smiled charmingly: "Do you know what the flower language of sunflower is?"

"I know."

"You're going to say you don't know."

"Okay." Makimura Taku said, "Then I don't know."

Her smile turned into a smug one, she tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and the sunlight moved on her long eyelashes.

"Makino!" Hoshino Ai shouted loudly, as if there was a hundred meters between them. "The language of sunflowers is silent love, unspoken love, and unrequited love!"

The wind came from the riverside, the grass surged like waves, snow-like flowers floated all over the sky, brushed past the edge of Hoshino Ai's pure white long skirt, and flew away in an instant.

Standing on the grassland, Taku Makimura looked at everything in front of him and found that the scenery and people were so real and harmonious.

The mountains are still mountains, the water is still water, the wind is still the same wind, blowing from dawn to dusk, blowing into late night, only the girl stands in the poem.

He was seventeen years old at that time, but he clearly felt the weight of Hoshino Ai's words, which were so real and harmonious.

It seemed as if she was not speaking the language of flowers, but something else.

"There are all kinds of love." said Taku Makimura.

"Is that so?" Hoshino Ai nodded slightly.

"Come to think of it, you're also called Love."

"That's right, Hoshino Ai!"

"Is there such a kind of love?" Makimura Taku said softly, passing by her and leaving her behind, his voice still very soft, "The name is Hoshino's love."

"What?" Hoshino Ai didn't hear clearly, so she had to turn around and look at him.

"Nothing." Makimura Taku called her, "Let's go."

"Oh!"

Hoshino Ai chased after him with a sunflower.

They walked out onto the lawn and away from the scene filled with memories.

At noon, they ate crepes and cold noodles on the street, and later went to the fruit and vegetable store to buy fruit tomatoes.

"I heard it might rain in the next two days," Hoshino Ai stuffed a tomato into his mouth, "When it's time, let's go..."

Makimura Taku's eyes told her that he hadn't made it clear at all.

She ate the cherry tomato and scratched her head apologetically: "Let's go to Yunchang Pond in the afternoon!"

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Chapter 12 From a Painting into Another Painting

Chapter 12. From a painting into another painting

"No problem." Makimura Taku nodded.

"Yeah!" Hoshino Ai ate another tomato fruit.

On their way to Yunchang Pond that afternoon, the air was surprisingly mild, as if someone had specially adjusted the temperature to the most suitable for the human body.

The sun was golden, leaves occasionally shimmered overhead, and the view was just right.

The roofs, the bridges, the gray-brown tree trunks standing on both sides of the road, everything, the clear outlines seemed to have been redrawn with a black pen.

While walking on the road, they looked up and found that the clouds in the sky were as ethereal as catkins, as if they would completely dissipate with a gust of wind.

If the light blue sky was replaced with a star-studded night sky, no one would doubt that it was a midsummer night.

When they passed by a shop selling small accessories, Hoshino Ai's eyes widened.

She seemed to have forgotten the purpose of moving forward, and ran over with her long hair shaking and her white skirt swaying.

"Look, Makimura," the two of them arrived at the store, and Hoshino Ai picked up an orange fisherman's hat and put it on her head, "This hat is so cute!"

"It's very cute," said Makimura Taku, "and it suits you very well."

"Yes, it is indeed suitable." The store owner came out and looked back and forth at the star-like boy and girl.

There was something lost and worth remembering in those eyes.

"Thank you." Hoshino Ai said obediently to the proprietress, and then left a satisfied smile to Makimura Taku.

She took off the hat and put it back, then looked around and picked out a similar black fisherman's hat and gestured to Makimura Taku.

"Well... this one suits you very well!"

“A nice hat.”

"You look pretty, too," she said.

"Thank you." Makimura Taku replied.

In the end they didn't buy anything, they just tried it out.

The proprietress seemed to like them very much and said she wanted to give them a bracelet. The bracelet was silver and heart-shaped and not expensive, but neither of them wanted it and just said thank you again.

From there, they went directly to Yunchang Pond without stopping.

After arriving at Kumoba Pond, although they had already seen the landscape photos taken by the photographer named Kaguya Shinomiya in the car, Makimura Taku and the others were still deeply shocked by the scene before them:

Along the clear river, maple trees as lush as a primeval forest are trying hard to stretch their branches.

Pink, tender green, and golden yellow, the pentagonal leaves covered in the late autumn sunshine swayed at the ends of the branches, as if trying to fall.

The flickering shadows of the trees are reflected on the sparkling water, and the blue sky is meticulously engraved into the water.

The colorful leaves that were already floating on the water were spinning and swaying in the wind, just like the erratic sails of a ship in the sea.

When you watch the Yunchang Pond surrounded by nature from a distance, you always feel that the clouds are falling into the river and the fish are swimming in the sky.

Visitors passing by here might accidentally think that the entire world is filled with maple forests.

The exquisite picture always reminds people of the oil paintings in the style of Russian realist painter Shishkin.

They walked along the river, listening to the wind and looking at the trees.

There were eight birds perched on the tree on this side, and the tree over there had sixteen branches, so there were eleven bare trees in total. They kept all those gentle and ordinary things in their hearts.

As they walked, they heard people talking and cameras clicking. Many people were taking pictures. Hoshino Ai ran to the river and sat down, looking back at Makimura Taku:

"Would you like to sit down and bask in the sun with me?"

"Baking in the sun?"

"Well, basking in the sun." She said with a smile.