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"Yeah, I feel like there's a sense of freedom when looking at the world from up high." Shirakawa Haru raised his nose away from the glass, his fingers scribbling on the mist on the glass. "It feels like I can become a bird, and it's different from looking down from an airplane. Planes fly too high, and when you look down, not only the people on the ground, but even the buildings seem as small as ants. It feels so unreal."

"If Shirakawa-kun likes this feeling, you can come to my house often in the future." Nagasaki Suyo said casually, but her eyes were fixed on the profile of Shirakawa Haru. She was thinking about what to do. If Shirakawa Haru said yes, how should she respond? If not, how should she respond? "My house has the most open view among the nearby high-rise buildings."

"Thank you." Shirakawa Haru only said these two words. Nagasaki Suyo sighed inwardly, feeling both relieved and a little disappointed.

"Remember to change your shoes at the door," Nagasaki Suyo opened the door with the room card and took Shirakawa Haru into her home, "If you don't like it, there are disposable shoe covers."

"Use disposable shoe covers, so you don't have to trouble Nagasaki to wash his slippers later." Shirakawa Haru took out the shoe covers from the shoe cabinet at the door, put them on and walked into Nagasaki Suyo's house.

"It's much warmer at home than outside. As long as the windows are closed, the cold air outside won't get in at all." Nagasaki Suyo took off her coat, shook it gently in her hand, and then hung it on the hanger skillfully. "Shirakawa-kun, I've hung your coat on the hanger. Don't forget it when you leave."

"I understand." Shirakawa Haru put down the vegetables and meat.

Nagasaki Suyo put on an apron and carried the ingredients away, putting some in the refrigerator and some directly in the kitchen sink. Shirakawa Haru watched her expertly wash the ingredients, select the vegetables, slice the thick beef into thin slices and shreds, and then dig her polished fingers into the green peppers, carefully cleaning out the seeds. Today, Nagasaki Suyo wore a light, flesh-colored polish, but compared to her fair skin, the color was much deeper.

Originally, Nagasaki Suyo asked Shirakawa Haru to sit on the sofa in the living room and wait for dinner. She said that she had invited him to her home last time, but in the end she injured her hand and asked the guest to prepare dinner. This time, no matter what, she had to cook a big meal to thank him.

Thinking back, the last time Nagasaki's finger was cut by a knife, the blood slid down from the fingertips, beautifully like winter plum blossoms lying on the snow... so lifelike and thrilling.

When thinking of this, Shirakawa Haru could no longer sit still.

He stood up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen where the sound of running water could be heard.

"Why are you here, Shirakawa-kun?" Nagasaki Suyo was chopping tomatoes with a kitchen knife. Seeing Shirakawa Haru enter the kitchen, she put down the knife and wiped her fingers on her apron. "Just sit in the living room. You're bored. Do you want me to turn on the TV and put on some shows?"

"Nagasaki-san, has the wound on your finger healed completely?" Shirakawa Haru cast a barely perceptible glance at Nagasaki Suyo's finger. She didn't know how Nagasaki Suyo maintained her condition, but the skin with the wound was now as smooth as new, even slightly more delicate than the surrounding skin, like the soft moonlight, or the ripples of the Uyuni Salt Lake when the wind blew.

"Hmm? It's completely healed." Nagasaki Suyo stretched out her finger towards Shirakawa Haru, showing it openly in front of him. "Thanks to Shirakawa-kun for treating my wound, it healed in a few days... Also, you're too slow. I've already participated in several rehearsals. If my finger was injured, I wouldn't be able to rehearse at all. So if Shirakawa-kun wants to take better care of me, you have to watch over me more carefully next time."

"I know your finger is healed," Shirakawa Haru said, standing in front of the sink washing her hands. "I just wanted to ask. Just now, when I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, I could hear the sound of water and the sound of a knife cutting on the cutting board coming from the kitchen. It reminded me of the last time Nagasaki-san accidentally cut her finger... It's strange, Nagasaki-san is obviously a very mature girl, but when I think of that wound, I wonder if Nagasaki-san cut her finger while cutting things in the kitchen."

Perhaps he didn't want to see her miserable state again. The appearance of her wound suddenly reminded him of the image of Nagasaki Suyo hiding under the well and crying.

Shirakawa Haru lowered her head and looked at Nagasaki Suyo's blue eyes, so beautiful.

He'd said before that he loved looking down from high up, that it made him feel free, but he didn't like looking down from a plane, because from too high up everything was just pitch black. But he actually wanted to go even higher, until he could break free from Earth and soar into the universe... Gazing down at Earth from that infinite height must have felt the same as looking into Nagasaki Sosawa's blue eyes right now. A cosmic treasure, a water star in a world of dark brilliance.

"Maybe you're just worrying too much, or maybe you just don't want to sit around waiting for someone else to prepare and serve food," Shirakawa Haru said. "Nagasaki-san bought so many ingredients today, and it'll take a long time just to wash them. So to avoid getting hurt by the knife, why don't you let me do the chopping?"

What will be the ending of the swan in the dream?

Nagasaki Suyo felt that Shirakawa Haru's voice was like singing, and also like the misty fog in the winter mountain stream. In this mist, she gradually fell and sank, continuing the unfinished dream, and woke up under the hunter's gun smelling the scent of sandalwood.

In her dream, she was still the beautiful swan. Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Nagasaki Suyo did not dodge but stared straight at it, because she did not believe that the gun could fire any bullet. As the swan and the hunter stared at each other in silence, the swan found that she could see the hunter's face clearly.

Nagasaki Moyo discovered that the hunter was Shirakawa Haru, dressed in hunting gear. She joyfully rushed forward to embrace him, her snow-white wings spread wide. Though clearly running, her movements were so agile they looked like flying. Then a gunshot rang out, and the bullet from the muzzle was like a rose blooming in a heart riddled with holes.

The heart was full of carving knives and broken glass. Every beat scared Swan so much that she wondered whether her heart would pump out blood. However, the moment she closed and opened her eyes, the carving knives and broken glass disappeared, replaced by Band-Aids to patch the wound.

The hunter repaired her heart. The stems of the red roses were the new meridians of the heart. The hunter used a rose to make a new heart for her.

The view suddenly increased. The swan was held in the hunter's arms. She fluttered her wings shyly, but the hunter's comfort immediately made her calm. The swan was carried to the forest not far away. Her body was shaking and her body temperature was rising.

The trees in the forest are covered with hoarfrost. When the wind blows, the hoarfrost falls down, like snow.

The hunter walked with the swan in his arms, and the swan curled up quietly in the hunter's arms. But suddenly, the dream woke up, and the swan remembered that she was not a swan, she was Nagasaki Suyo, and it was no coincidence that the hunter had the face of Shirakawa Haru, he was Shirakawa Haru.

Nagasaki Suyo awoke from her dream, held in Shirakawa Haru's arms. The snowy landscape remained beside her, and rime drifted down in the wind, gently settling on her head. Her flaxen hair swayed in the wind, wet from the rime's melting snow. She felt a little sleepy. The cold winter had been too much for Nagasaki Suyo, but this time, she wouldn't have to worry about being abandoned again, right?

She thought, unlike a swan, Nagasaki Suyo's life must have begun on a cold winter afternoon, similar to the afternoon all swans experience, with a rose, a broken heart, a few carving knives, and a floor full of broken glass.

As she wished, Nagasaki Suyo thought to herself, this is indeed a beautiful dream.

"Of course you can~" Nagasaki Suyo said with a wink, "But every time Shirakawa-kun visits someone's house, do you always offer to help with the cooking?"

"No," Shirakawa Haru said, "I don't visit other people's homes very often. Aside from a few times during festivals when I visit my elders and help them, I only help with cooking when I visit my classmate's house in Nagasaki. As for other people... they ask me for help, so it's only natural for me to treat them to a meal."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Shirakawa-kun," Nagasaki Suyo's steps became lighter. She took the apron and hugged Shirakawa Haru tightly to put it on him. "This time, it's not a hug through the coat." She tied the apron for Shirakawa Haru.

"Thank you for your concern for me, Shirakawa-kun." Nagasaki Suyo tied a few tight knots on her apron. "I think I'm starting to like you."

Chapter 5.6: Nagasaki's mother returns home from the jungle (k)

"Shirakawa-kun is amazing! Do you cook often at home? Your cooking skills are so superb that they don't even seem to be something a high school boy can have." Nagasaki Suyo put on gloves to prevent burns and carried porcelain plates filled with dishes back and forth between the kitchen and living room dining tables. "I'll bring these dishes to the table. Shirakawa-kun, go wash your hands first and get ready to eat."

There were several meat dishes, a variety of vegetables and fresh-cut fruits, more than one soup, and even some small desserts that had not yet been served on the table.

Shirakawa Haru looked at the dishes on the table, listened to Nagasaki Suyo explain how she made them one by one, and wondered if today's dinner was too sumptuous.

If Shirakawa Haru carefully wrote down the preparation process of these dishes and embellished them with artistic fonts, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he could even write a menu based on today's exquisite dinner.

"Nagasaki-san, if it's just the two of us having dinner today, you'd have to prepare too many ingredients and dishes." Shirakawa Haru didn't pick up his chopsticks, but looked at Nagasaki Suyo quietly. When eating at a friend's house, he wouldn't pick up his chopsticks until the host did.

"Not much. I've already told you it's a rare opportunity for friends to visit my home. If the dinner I treat them to isn't sumptuous enough, I'll probably be accused of not valuing them enough." Nagasaki Suyo folded her hands, supporting her chin. Under the dim light, the flesh-colored paint on her fingertips gradually darkened, resembling cinnamon. "Shirakawa-kun, try to eat more. After all, all this is for you. If you can't finish it... that would make me sad."

Nagasaki Suyo didn't pick up her chopsticks either. Her reason was different from Shirakawa Haru's. Shirakawa Haru did it out of courtesy when visiting someone else's home, while she just wanted to look at Shirakawa Haru. Beauty is a feast for the eyes not only for men, but also for women.

In the gentle silence, Nagasaki Suyo picked up the chopsticks first, picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing it into her stomach with a satisfied look.

The beef tenderloin stewed with mushrooms tastes very good, the beef is very tender and full of the flavor of mushrooms.

Seeing Nagasaki Suyo picking up her chopsticks, Shirakawa Haru also picked up his chopsticks. While eating, he thought that Nagasaki was responsible for the entire process from cooking to plating. It was obvious that her cooking skills were not inferior to his own. The dishes were not only delicious, but also extremely exquisitely presented.

"Mr. Nagasaki, do you have no appetite tonight?" Shirakawa Haru looked at Nagasaki Suyo, who was sitting opposite him like a goddess statue, looking at him quietly, "You seem to have only eaten one piece of beef. Are you not hungry or, are you raw..." Before he finished speaking, Shirakawa Haru closed his mouth and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"I'm not sick, I just want to quietly watch Shirakawa-kun." Nagasaki Suyo's face blossomed with a smile, a touch of seasonal beauty. White hawthorn blossoms and roses bloomed in the fields, violets tucked away in new leaves, and musk roses brimmed with dew-wine. She spoke softly, "Shirakawa-kun looks so pretty when he eats. I feel full just watching him. If I cooked, I'd eat more."

"You eat too." Shirakawa Haru put down his chopsticks.

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, while those who watch the scenery look at you from the upper floors. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate the dreams of others.

While Nagasaki Suyo was looking at Shirakawa Haru, Shirakawa Haru was also looking at her silently, her gaze was too hot.

If one sits next to a burning campfire, it is impossible not to notice that the campfire is heating up, unless one decides to ignore the campfire from the outset.

Shirakawa-kun is so cute. Nagasaki Suyo moved a chair and sat next to Shirakawa Haru.

She doesn't like dishes with strong flavors. Fruit sandwiches and vegetable macaroni are her most common diet. In order to maintain her figure, she always eats these healthy foods that won't make her fat. But today, in front of Shirakawa-kun, it wouldn't be a big deal to eat some "fat-inducing" foods, right?

At this moment, her thoughts spread out like a tide.

"Since it's Shirakawa-kun's request, then I can only respectfully obey." Nagasaki Suyo blinked and brushed back the hair that had fallen in front of her when she lowered her head, revealing her fair and beautiful neck. Her neck was long and slender, shining with a charming glare, making people feel like they were in the middle of a summer afternoon. She picked up her chopsticks and ate elegantly. The pleasing etiquette had been deeply ingrained in her instincts. "I didn't expect Shirakawa-kun would have such a tough day."

"I'm just not good at being watched while eating in someone else's house." Shirakawa Haru breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Nagasaki-san was good in every way, except that sometimes he couldn't guess what she was thinking, and the way she looked at him was a little strange.

After dinner, Shirakawa Haru was washing dishes in the kitchen. Nagasaki Suyo smiled and asked him to stretch his hands out to the sides and put on an apron for him.

"Shirakawa Haru, please don't tie the knot this time. It's going to be troublesome to untie, isn't it?" Shirakawa Haru had her back to Shirakawa Suyo. He could feel her delicate hands constantly stroking his back. Turning his head, he could see the ends of her flaxen hair trembling up and down in the corner of his eye. The aroma of ingredients and dishes in the kitchen had dissipated, and the faint scent of lavender wafted from Shirakawa Suyo's long hair. The fragrance was very simple and elegant. "I think it will take you a while to untie the knot, and your fingers will turn red afterward."

"No." Nagasaki Suyo frowned slightly, and as if she had a little temper, she directly rejected Shirakawa Haru, "Shirakawa-kun, do you dislike the trouble I will cause you if I tie a knot?"

"No." Shirakawa Haru turned on the faucet and filled the sink with water. He picked up a towel and squeezed a little dishwashing liquid on it, preparing to wash the dishes and pots. "Forget it, if Nagasaki-san likes it, let's continue tying the knot."

"Hehe~" Nagasaki Suyo felt much happier after hearing Shirakawa Haru's answer. Her plump almond eyes narrowed into slits, and her eyes were focused on Shirakawa Haru's broad back and the apron with small white flowers printed on it. She carefully studied the flowers. How many petals did the white flowers have? What kind of hairs were on the petals? How many veins were there? She felt her hands becoming more and more flexible, but her legs and feet were already numb. She didn't try to move her body, but stared at the white flowers stubbornly. "I can't help it. Every time Shirakawa-kun comes to my house, it's like he's in a devil's den. We are friends, and I'm a member of your... band, but you always treat it like business. After discussing business, you don't stay here for a while, but leave directly. I want to keep Shirakawa-kun here, so this is the only way."

"If you want me to stay a little longer, Nagasaki-san can just tell me directly." Shirakawa Haru's voice was light and ethereal, as if it could travel through time and bring people to a quiet afternoon with grass, windmills, grape trellises and swings.

"Okay." Nagasaki Suyo said as she playfully tied a knot behind Shirakawa Haru's neck, then tied a bow. "Then could you please stay and sit with me for a while after Shirakawa-kun finishes cleaning the kitchen?"

"It's no problem to sit for a while," Shirakawa Haru said. "Does Nagasaki have any reference books on music or poetry at home? If so, I can stay a little longer."

"Yes!" Nagasaki Suye's beautiful eyes seemed to have not expected Shirakawa Haru to answer her like this. Taking the initiative to invite a boy to stay at her house for a while is an obvious signal to most boys: a girl is showing her interest in you.

But how did Shirakawa Haru, whom she admired, respond? What did he mean by "if there were any reference books or poetry collections about music"?

Could it be that in his eyes, my charm is not as great as a few music books or poetry collections?

Nagasaki Suyo pouted in dissatisfaction, and the perfect mask was broken in an instant. It turned out that behind Xinya's mask was just a little girl who had not grown up and longed for love and attention. She pouted in dissatisfaction, pinched the thin string of the apron, and gently pulled it to both sides.

"Ahem... Nagasaki-san?" The sudden pressure on his neck made Shirakawa Haru cough a few times. He liked to daydream when he was relaxed. Although his hands were washing dishes, his mind was thinking about the stars, poetry, dewdrops on the water, and the reflections on the water. "You're strangling me."

"Ah... I'm sorry, Shirakawa-kun." Nagasaki Suyo thought, since Shirakawa Haru has his back to her and she can't see her face, why not be bolder? Even if she is discovered, he will definitely forgive her because of his gentleness. The little girl was wearing a white dress and a small hat with a blue ribbon on her head. The hat was very big, not only covering her head, but also covering her hair with its shadow. This was her favorite hat, and she thought she would never have the chance to wear this hat again. She held the doll in her hand and wanted to act coquettishly behind Shirakawa Haru, "Who made Shirakawa-kun regard poetry collections and reference books as more important than me?"

"No, it's not good to just sit at your house all the time. I have to find something to do." Bai Chuanqing said, "I have a lot to do at home. People often ask me to help communicate with others. I also practice sword fighting and run. In my free time, besides listening to music and reading poetry, I play games with my family... and now I also practice the piano."

"Although this reason sounds great, but... girls just like to be unreasonable. Shirakawa-kun, do you hear me? You are not allowed to put me below the music reference books and poetry collections!" Nagasaki Suyo untied the bow and tied a few knots.

What's wrong with me?

Nagasaki Suyo's fingers trembled, and her nails painted with flesh-colored nail polish scratched the skin on Shirakawa Haru's neck, leaving faint, barely perceptible marks.

She looked at her fingers, delighted that she could leave a mark on Shirakawa Haru's body.

"Shirakawa-san, stop it. I'm a little itchy." Shirakawa Haru paused for a moment. When Shirakawa Suyo touched his neck with her fingers, he felt the coldness from her fingers. "If I don't hold it firmly, the bowl will fall to the ground and break."

"Okay, then I won't play a prank on Shirakawa-kun." Nagasaki Suyo admitted frankly that she had done something with a little thought just now.

Without the interruption of Nagasaki Suyo, Shirakawa Haru concentrated on washing the dishes, but he soon became dazed again. While his body was working, his soul rose and floated in the air.

The kitchen suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of water and the clatter of dishes and chopsticks.

The foam in the sink accumulated more and more. As the dishes in the sink were picked up one by one, the water level dropped and the foam remained on the edge of the sink, then broke, leaving behind a very slight sound.

This is a different kind of silence.

Nagasaki Suyo hid at the door, quietly staring at Shirakawa Haru's back, with a weak, fragile smile on her face. She thought to herself that this was the scene she had hoped for in the past but had not been able to see.

Her home was huge, so huge, so huge that even if she filled the house with music, it would still feel empty. When she was little, when her mother wasn't home, Nagasaki Moyo would curl up alone in her quilt. Although there were no trees outside the window, the silhouette of the moon always made her feel like something was coming, trying to take her away, to a deserted place and leave her to fend for herself. But now she wasn't afraid. Even if she were taken away, abandoned, she could turn into a swan and fly back alone on her own wings. At the same time, her home was tiny, so small that whenever Shirakawa Haru was in the kitchen washing dishes, the sound of dripping water and the crisp clinking of porcelain bowls filled the entire house with the emotions bursting from her heart.

Her forehead touched the wall, her long flaxen hair cascading softly. Smiling were Nagasaki Suyo's eyes, lips, and the rounded swirls around them. As gorgeous as dewdrops, her smiles hid within the gleam of her pearly teeth. Her hair, too, was smiling, scattered against her ears, soft as the shadow of a flower.

"Nagasaki-san, are you looking at me?" Shirakawa Haru had finished washing the dishes and was now scrubbing the pot. "Didn't I tell you to go to the living room and rest?"

"How can a guest help the host to rest?" Since she had been discovered, Nagasaki Suyo was no longer going to hide at the door. She walked into the kitchen and stood beside Shirakawa Haru in a coquettish manner, "I'll help you."

"Nothing much I can help with," Bai Chuanqing said. "It's not a big deal. I should have finished washing it a long time ago. It's just that I was daydreaming and my movements were a little slow. I even washed a dish several times."

"Then I'll stand here and watch you." Nagasaki Suyo fiddled with her fingers, glancing at the little white flower on Shirakawa Haru's apron.

"Nagasaki-san, I've wanted to ask you since the first time I came here, are you the only one living in your home?" Shirakawa Haruyun asked calmly, as if he was just asking a trivial matter. He put down the pots and pans, turned around and looked directly into Nagasaki Suyo's eyes.

"Besides me, there's my mother."

"Auntie doesn't come back often, right?"

"Well, Mom's often away for work, so she can't come back." Why ask such a question? I clearly didn't want to answer, but my body responded on its own. Nagasaki Suyo struggled to remove her gaze from Shirakawa Haru and turned her head to look at the bright kitchen light on the ceiling. Her aquamarine pupils trembled, and the shadow of the chandelier fell on her eyes.

"Is that right?"

Her eyes were helpless and dull, and Shirakawa Haru could see the colorful shadows and entangled souls cast by the city neon lights through the glass on the floor after the lights in the huge house were turned off.

The clock on the wall showed that time was passing by minute by minute. Neither of them spoke. Nagasaki Suye's eyes became more and more empty, and the corners of her eyes became more and more red.

"I understand." Baichuan Qing said to break the silence, turned around with his eyes lowered, picked up the pot brush and started to wash the pot.

Recalling the last time Nagasaki Suyo invited him to visit her home, Nagasaki Suyo was sitting on a rattan chair with tears on her cheeks. Before the tears, there must have been sad crying.

He originally thought he was seeing things, but the fragile figure sitting alone on the rattan chair, the girl abandoned by the whole world, was indeed a side of Nagasaki that was unknown to the world.

There was no need to ask her father anymore.

The results speak for themselves. And the fact that Nagasaki Suyo didn't volunteer to talk about her father was a kind of proof.

"Let's wash the pot together, Nagasaki-san?" Shirakawa Haru asked Nagasaki Suye with his head tilted. "I thought about it for a while, and I still think it's too hard to do it alone. If two of us work together, it will be much faster."

"Yeah!" Nagasaki Suyo behaved very well in front of Shirakawa Haru.

After Nagasaki Suyo agreed, Shirakawa Haru wiped the water off her apron, then took gloves from the cupboard and helped Nagasaki Suyo put them on. She held out her hands, her fingers even more beautiful because of Shirakawa Haru's slightly wet gloves. Shirakawa Haru made half a space in front of the sink.

"Although it looks simple, it is actually quite troublesome to clean the pots and pans. If it is a general stain on a stainless steel pot, you can first apply detergent and then wipe it clean with a scouring pad. If it is a casserole pot, you can pour some rice soup into the pot and soak it to heat it, then use a brush to scrub off the dirt in the pot, and finally rinse it with clean water. If it is a non-stick pan..." Shirakawa Haru patiently taught Nagasaki Motoyo various techniques to clean the pots and pans.

Shirakawa Haru taught patiently, and Nagasaki Suyo listened patiently, as if she had never known how to clean pots. With innocent eyes, she watched Shirakawa Haru show her various techniques for cleaning pots meticulously.

This was what she had always dreamed of but never had.

Everyone spends decades telling the last words of the first half of their life.

People will eventually be trapped throughout their lives by things that they could not obtain in their youth.

But Nagasaki Suyo was lucky because she was still young and had capital, so she did not have time to die and leave behind a will or suicide note.

There is no need to spend empty decades listening to your own mass.

She loved flipping through fashion magazines. She could wear skirts that exposed her shoulders and thighs whenever she wanted, because she was still young and had plenty of capital. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her face was pretty and charming, her eyes were beautiful enough to encompass the entirety of Lake Baikal, as clear as the azure sky. Her long, soft, flaxen hair exuded the fragrance of lavender. Her body, though immature, exuded a mature charm, like a flower blooming prematurely. She had a house on the top floor of a local building and a mother who loved her. At school, she was a beloved heartthrob, and many people regarded her as a role model, an idol, and a star.

But none of this matters. No matter how good these things are, they cannot make up for her past shortcomings.

There are regrets and pain, but they are not irreparable.

Fortunately, she met Shirakawa Haru, and it could only be Shirakawa Haru.

The hunter healed the injured swan's wings, and the swan was able to stagger towards the hunter who raised his gun to face her, and was willing to be killed by him.

The beautiful swan and the broken Nagasaki Suyo are so lucky. They both met the right person at the right time. They are one.

"You look so energetic. Did something good happen to you?" Shirakawa Haru took off his gloves and asked Nagasaki Motoyo to help him untie the knot of the apron around his neck.