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"Cough!!" Eriri Sawamura coughed, turning towards the underside of the table.

"..." Nomiyama Kazehaya.

"..." Yukinoshita Yukino.

......

After washing the dishes, Nomiyama walked out of the kitchen, glanced at the people lying on the sofa and sitting by the coffee table, then turned and walked into the house.

He went up the stairs, but instead of returning to his room, he turned left and walked along the corridor.

His house has been expanded to a huge size; it really is huge. The Yukino family bought several neighboring houses and then demolished them all to rebuild this house.

He walked to the end, turned right, continued forward, and then opened the door on the left at the end.

study.

He glanced at the bookshelves, pulled out a book, and opened it.

"When you are old, your hair is white, and you are drowsy."

When you are old and can no longer walk, you will doze by the fire and reminisce about your youth.

How many loved your moments of glad grace, admired your beauty, whether with falsehood or truth.

Only one person still loves your devout soul and the wrinkles on your aging face.

Singing aloud, he walked out of the study, opened the door at the end of the corridor, and came out into the corridor.

"Where did you hear this song from?"

Nomiyama turned his head to look at the recliner next to him, where a girl was holding a book without looking up.

"When You Are Old" is a song from a neighboring country. The lyrics borrow from a poem. I just saw the original poem, which reminded me of it.

Nomiyama opened the book and handed it over: "Yeats' poem, 'When You Are Old'."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't take it, but simply turned a page of the book: "Hmm, please read it to me, Nomi Yamaneko-kun."

"You're such a nuisance." Nomiyama put away his book, took a few steps, propped himself up, and sat on the railing.

Holding the book in both hands, he cleared his throat and began to read softly.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him, the wind was blowing the hair on his forehead, the stars were twinkling behind him, and the moonlight was rippling.

Their eyes met.

"I'm not reading anymore." Nomiyama closed the poetry collection. "I feel so ashamed."

Yukino Yukinoshita closed the book, placed a recliner on the side, got up and walked to his side, looking down at the courtyard.

Yes, now this house has an inner courtyard, and the Yukino family has moved a few large stones and some cherry blossom trees into the courtyard.

"What do you think about building a hot spring pool in the courtyard?"

Nomiyama turned his head and looked down. Cherry trees were on the edge of the yard. Inside the yard were several large rocks and various flowers and plants. Several walkways were used for watering the flowers and enjoying the scenery. If a hot spring pool was to be built, a large pit should be dug in the center and then walkways should lead to it.

that is...

"Are you planning to build a small volcano in the basement of your house again?"

"No, for now, I can just use a small spell to continuously heat the water. Don't you like that?"

“I like it.” Nomiyama grinned. “I like soaking in hot springs.”

"Okay, then I'll renovate the courtyard tomorrow."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked down at the ground, pondering how to carry out the renovations tomorrow.

"What book were you reading just now?" Nomiyama asked.

"The Little Prince, the one you brought home. I just finished reading the story of the rose, where the Little Prince says goodbye to the rose and leaves the planet."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him: "Rose said: Of course I love you, it was my fault that you didn't feel it."

Nomiyama nodded vigorously: "I knew Yukinoshita loved me."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him expressionlessly.

Nomiyama jumped off the railing, picked up the unresisting girl, and sat her on a recliner.

He gently shook his head: "Want to hear a song, Yukinoshita-kun?"

Yukino leaned against him and whispered, "No, tell me how much you like me, it's better than singing."

Nomiyama struggled to find the right words: "I feel like I need a lot of words and phrases to explain this. Can you give me a little more time to think about it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled and said, "You really are not as good as me."

"So confident?"

"At this point, I would usually say: I like you as much as you like me."

Nomiyama shook his head, his voice serious: "I like you a little more than you like me."

Yukino Yukinoshita said more seriously, "No, I like it a little more."

No, I have more.

"No, you're stupid, so it's me who has more."

"I'm first, you're second."

"Oh?" Yukino Yukinoshita made a move to get up.

"Okay, you're welcome." Nomiyama pulled her closer.

"Hmm." Yukino Yukinoshita relaxed her body again.

She shifted her body, finding a more comfortable position to curl up: "Did you get into trouble again today?"

Nomiyama stroked a strand of her hair in his palm: "No, nothing happened, we're still good friends."

Yukino Yukinoshita calmly said, "In other words, they realized something and didn't confess to you directly. Heh, that's a smart problem."

After thinking for a moment, Nomiyama said, "He is a member of the Service Department."

Yukino Yukinoshita's voice was more subdued: "Anyway, I'm not the club president."

Nomiyama frowned slightly: "I'm not a minister either."

"Never mind, we'll talk about it later." Yukino Yukinoshita moved her head and listened quietly to his heartbeat.

As his memory becomes more active, he will become increasingly preoccupied with the affairs of his predecessors. He really doesn't need to think about those people recently.

The two lay quietly in the spring breeze, one staring blankly at the night sky, the other lying on her side with her eyes closed, listening to her heartbeat, until at some point, one of them finally realized something.

"Is the starry sky this beautiful where I live?"

Yukino Yukinoshita changed her position, lying on top of him, looking at the starry sky, a slight smile on her lips, but her words were flat: "Probably because Nomiyama-kun is with me, I subconsciously find the starry sky beautiful."

Nomiyama thought to himself that this was nonsense. He had been looking at this night sky since he was a child and had never seen stars. How could the sky suddenly be full of stars just because he was in a good mood?

He thought for a moment and asked a question: "Which is more beautiful, this place or the place you saw near Yukinoshita's house?"

Yukino Yukinoshita replied quickly: "Yukinoshita's house is prettier."

Nomiyama suddenly felt that the sky didn't look so good.

"But I prefer watching it from here."

"Hmm." Nomiyama pinched her cheek. "Next time, could you finish what you were saying all at once?"

Yukino Yukinoshita pushed his hand away: "Someone is in a hurry. Also, don't pull my face."

She rolled over, sat on him, and reached out to pull his cheek.

Pulling left and right.

A moment later, the two of them frowned at the same time and turned to look at the other side.

Yukinoshita opened the door opposite and shook her phone: "Shizuka is drunk and is yelling for you to pick her up."

Nomiyama took out his phone and finally remembered that he had changed his number.

He looked at the person on top of him.

Yukino Yukinoshita tossed her hair, her expression natural, and stood up in the corridor: "Go ahead, I'll talk to them."

"Hmm." Nomiyama stood up, reached out, and took the phone from Haruno.

"Good night."

"OK, good night."

Nomiyama leaped over the railing, stomped through the air, and jumped.

After he disappeared, Yukinoshita Haruno looked at her sister and raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you going to stop him?"

Yukino Yukinoshita gazed at the starry sky, her expression serene: "Nothing will happen."

She asked a question: "What about them?"

Yukinoshita Haruno shrugged: "We're playing Monopoly in the living room. Right now, Megumi is the richest, and she's beating everyone else."

"Sister, aren't you going to play?"

"I ran away before I lost too badly."

Chapter 277 Bathing

Work is an unavoidable topic.

How should one live one's life? Hiratsuka Shizuka wasn't very interested in this question. Rather than the question of life, she was more interested in seeing through the vortex called 'work'.

Of course, her family had made arrangements for her; they had planned things out for her since she was little.

She doesn't dislike being a teacher; she gains a sense of accomplishment by guiding students onto the right path, which, in many ways, is a good job.

But I can't say I particularly like it, because it's quite troublesome. What if the students go astray? And shouldn't I also bear some responsibility for my own inadequate teaching?

"call."

Hiratsuka Shizuka held onto the road sign and exhaled, looking at the four people blocking her way.

Chiba's security situation is somewhat problematic; you won't see ghosts walking at night, but you'll see thugs.

Grasp the road sign tightly, and with a little effort, pull it up.

Fan, fan, fan, fan.

"Hey, Shizuka Hiratsuka, I can call the police for damaging road signs."

Hiratsuka Shizuka reinserted the sign with the X, looked up, and saw the person she hadn't seen in a long time squatting on the street lamp. Her body swayed slightly.

"Yama no Kaze is early. It's troublesome to walk alone at night. Could you come earlier?"

"Next time for sure." Nomiyama jumped off the lamppost, grumbling, "There's so much going on at home."

"What could possibly happen? It's just a matter involving a few people."

"After all, besides them, I don't know what else is worth doing."

Nomiyama said, squatting down.

Hiratsuka Shizuka leaned over and hugged him: "Could you find a job?"

Standing up, Nomiyama objected to this statement: "No, work is too much trouble."

"Yeah, work is so troublesome. This afternoon, some silly customer accused me of selling fake alcohol, and I almost punched him."

"Selling counterfeit alcohol?" Nomiyama exclaimed in surprise. "What kind of alcohol do you sell? Aren't you a teacher?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka took a deep breath: "I quit."

Nomiyama tilted her up a bit, making her lie even higher: "Weren't you quite keen on being a teacher?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed his hair: "I have three students who haven't come to school for over a year. They're devastated and don't want to continue."

"Well, I'm back now."

"Come back to school?"

"If you want to go to school, go through the senior year of high school, take the college entrance exam, and then if you want to work, go to work; if you don't want to work, stay at home and be a stay-at-home husband for your girlfriends."

"Your plan is quite clear."