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Eriri Sawamura just grinned smugly: "Serves you right."

Nomiyama reached out and grabbed Eriri's blonde twin tails: "So she's not coming to live with us?"

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head: "You understand and know better than I do what you're thinking, senpai."

"Ah."

Nomiyama responded.

She does indeed prefer places with fewer people because that means she doesn't have to think about others.

With a pout, Nomiyama plucked a few pink cherry blossom petals and put them in his mouth: "She can think what she wants, but it's not my idea. Next time I beat her up, I'll drag her home. I like seeing her wake up looking like an idiot."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled: "Senpai's silly behavior? Sounds alright."

"Right? It's very interesting."

After Nomiyama finished speaking, he calmed his breathing, reached out and grabbed the handle, turned it, and opened his own door.

"I am back."

Mai Sakurajima was adjusting the TV channel when she heard the sound. She looked at him in the entryway and clicked her tongue, "My incompetent husband who hasn't been home for three days is back."

Yukinoshita rested her chin on her hand, glanced at him sideways, and shrugged: "I think he's an immoral husband."

Kato Megumi, carrying a sofa blanket, walked through the living room. Upon seeing him, a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

"Good morning, welcome home."

Life is more than 30,000 days

Chapter 285 Through wind and flowers, years and years, young boys and girls

"A gentle breeze caresses the mountainside; in springtime, all things awaken."

"The clouds gently cover the cliff above his head, the sorrow has passed, and the morning sun is here."

Nomiyama hummed a song softly, his feet moving steadily but not quickly.

Cycling is always a relaxing and enjoyable activity, especially on spring mornings.

The wind was neither cold nor stuffy, and occasionally a few drops of morning dew would fall from the leaves, bringing a refreshing feeling and a sweet, floral scent.

This is a perfect time to hum a tune, to squint in the sunlight, and to have a girl on the back of a bicycle, preferably a gentle girl who will speak softly in the spring breeze.

"Kazehaya, candy," the girl said softly.

Nomiyama tilted his head, carefully biting into the candy offered from the back seat, realizing that spring mornings are actually suitable for eating candy, preferably sweet candy.

Sweet is enough, nothing else.

"Kazehaya, what flavor?" The girl hugged his waist.

“Sugar.” Nomiyama’s voice was somewhat light, then he deliberately added with a hint of disdain, “It’s too sweet. Chocolate is much better.”

"Then I'll buy some chocolates to keep at home later."

“Okay, Hui can buy Godiva dark chocolate.” Nomiyama savored the sweetness and began to contemplate the bitterness.

"Okay, how much cocoa do you need?" Kato Megumi asked, her cheek pressed against his back.

"90%, if that's not available, look for 85%, and if it's below 85%, switch brands. French Pralus is acceptable. As for Godiva, you have to buy the Belgian version; the Turkish version tastes much worse."

Nomiyama rambled on and on.

Kato Megumi, on the other hand, was concerned about the cocoa content, saying with some worry, "Kazehaya, it might be a bit bitter."

Nomiyama's voice was more cheerful: "It's alright, it's for Eriri anyway. She's close to her deadline, so something bitter will help her stay alert. As for me, Megumi can just buy some chocolates she likes, I like them all."

Kato Megumi smiled slightly: "Eri doesn't like bitter things."

Nomiyama's tone became serious: "That's life. She needs to honestly face the bitterness of life. If she misses the deadline, it won't just be the bitterness of chocolate, but the bitterness of her senior and editor."

Kato Megumi didn't expose his intention to make Eriri eat chocolate, but instead brought up another matter: "Kazehaya seems to have been doing some research on chocolate lately."

The bicycle moved slowly, and Nomiyama made a turn to avoid the manhole with the missing manhole cover, explaining simply, "My senior has been eating dark chocolate to stay awake lately, so I got some."

Kato Megumi thought about how she hadn't seen Utaha-senpai at home for the past few days, so she moved the hand that was holding him, and finally pinched the flesh on his belly with her fingers: "Kazehaya, you've caused trouble again."

Nomiyama felt wronged: "My relationship with my senior is completely innocent. We just discussed some creative issues on set. Mai was right next to me. She definitely didn't cause any trouble."

"Is he really innocent?" Kato Megumi's tone wavered slightly.

"Absolutely innocent, I didn't even touch her!" Nomiyama recalled, confirming.

At least for now, they are absolutely innocent.

Kato Megumi thought of Mai on set and loosened her fingers: "Mai can't stop Kazehaya from doing bad things at all."

Nomiyama muttered, "How could I possibly do something like that in front of my girlfriend?"

Kato Megumi pinched him again: "You clearly love doing this kind of thing the most."

Nomiyama opened his mouth, then changed the subject: "Where's Yukinoshita? She and Haruno weren't home just now."

Thinking of the conversation in the living room last night, Kato Megumi calmly explained, "They finished breakfast and set off when Kazehaya went to sleep. They should be on the mountain now, playing chess with Yukihana-nee."

"Playing chess?"

"Yes, Go. Hiratsuka-sensei came over last night and said that Yuki-chan could beat both of them by herself."

"What a clumsy attempt at reverse psychology..."

"If it works, that's good."

“That’s true.” Nomiyama stopped thinking about it, glanced at the destination they were approaching, pressed the brake, and slowly stopped to start pushing the cart. “But I didn’t expect her to get along so well with Hiratsuka Shizuka.”

Kato Megumi got out of the car and walked beside him, her expression gentle: "In a sense, Yuki-chan gets along well with everyone except Yukinoshita-san, and Eriri also likes to play with her."

Nomiyama turned his head and glanced at the person who was calling her "Sister Xuewan" so intimately, and remained silent.

He remembered occasionally fighting with Yukinoshita and Yukinoshita, and then dragging her home to eat together. When she and Yukinoshita were arguing in the house, Hui would quietly stand behind 'Sister Yukinoshita' and quietly say something that would make the fire burn even brighter.

They probably have a really good relationship, and they probably really want to see two people with the surname Yukino fight.

It's okay, I want to watch it myself too.

Hmph, Nomiyama turned to look at the back of his bicycle, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Ziwan, what's wrong now?"

The young girl stood steadily on the back seat because she wasn't actually stepping on it; she was flying.

The girl glanced at him, her disdain naturally emanating from her purple eyes: "Mom said, remember to come over for dinner when you get back."

Nomiyama waved his hand: "Alright, alright, I know, you can go now."

Ziwan raised her foot and kicked him in the head: "How dare you look down on me!"

Nomiyama grabbed her little foot and pulled her into his arms while she was still flying, saying helplessly, "I already saw the message on my phone this morning, there's no need to come over and say it again."

Ziwan struggled in his arms, flailing her arms and legs: "You still dislike me!"

Nomiyama had no choice but to lower his head and kiss her forehead, then stroke her black twin tails: "Sweetie, I have some things to do later, I'm going to go play with Shiono."

Ziwan calmed down and nestled quietly in his arms, but then changed the object of her dissatisfaction: "Shimono is only four years old and a coward. What fun could she possibly have? You might as well go find Yukino and Eriri."

Nomiyama's eyelid twitched: "Shiwan, you're also four years old."

Kato Megumi smiled, reached out and took the cute little girl from his arms, and said softly, "Alright, Ziwan, don't bother your dad anymore. I'll take you to buy chocolate."

Ziwan stuck her tongue out at him, then turned her head and smiled sweetly, "I want to eat white chocolate, the opposite of this man's taste."

Kato Megumi softly agreed, "Yes, either way is fine."

Nomiyama casually tossed the bicycle aside and went home: "Eat less, there's too much white chocolate, be careful of cavities."

Ziwan said fiercely, "Why did you have to be so talkative!"

Nomiyama reached out and touched her head.

Ziwan lowered her head and subconsciously rubbed against him.

Kato Megumi watched this scene with a smile, then said softly, "Then I'll take Aster to the mall first."

Nomiyama nodded, bent down, and leaned close to those purple eyes: "Remember not to cause trouble, and wait for me to come home quietly."

Ziwan turned her head away from him.

Just as he was about to pull away, the girl leaned out and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned her head away again, saying, "Remember to come home early."

"Hehe, definitely."

Nomiyama stepped back and waved.

Turning around and walking around a corner, Nomiyama looked at the long-haired girl who had suddenly appeared beside him, slightly surprised: "Shino also has something to do today?"

Shiono lowered her head and said in a low voice, "The scarf was finished yesterday, so I wanted to give it to Father as soon as possible."

Nomiyama then noticed that the girl was holding a black scarf.

He felt a slight headache, not because he disliked it.

He bent down and picked up the girl: "Frosun, help me put it on."

"Mmm." Shino's voice was still weak, but it was clearly tinged with happiness.

Nomiyama let the girl wriggle around his neck, picked her up and walked forward, looking into her deep blue eyes and said softly, "Don't do this kind of thing again next time. It's too tiring from autumn to spring, and you're still young. You can do this kind of thing when you're older."

Shino put her arms around his neck, hesitating, "But..."

Nomiyama tilted his head and nuzzled her: "I'll talk to your mother. No matter what, who teaches a four-year-old to knit a scarf?"

Shiono tightened her grip, her voice becoming more urgent: "No."

"No?" Nomiyama blinked.

Shino buried her face in his shoulder and neck: "It wasn't my mother who taught me. I wanted to knit a scarf for my father myself. I wanted him to wear my scarf."

Nomiyama was about to say something, but before he could even open his mouth, the little figure in his arms had vanished.

He touched the cheek where he had been kissed, thought about it for a moment, and then stopped thinking about it.

Let her be. She's talented, and if she likes it, that's fine. At least she's much more obedient than Ziwan, who's always thinking about how to cause trouble for herself.

With a gentle smile on her lips, Nomiyama stood serenely in the spring breeze.

He flew backwards unharmed.

Nomiyama stopped his flying backwards, gasped for breath, and looked at the person standing in place, his eyelids twitching wildly.

If Ziwan is too mischievous and prone to causing problems, and Shuang is too quiet and gentle and easily bullied, then this one in front of us is too unruly and too easy to bully others.

"Xingye, I'm still your father, can't you be a little gentler?"

"Oh, so I acknowledge you as my father?"

Nomiyama rubbed his stomach, looked at those calm and indifferent bright red eyes, and pouted: "She said you are her daughter, so you are my daughter too."

After a moment of silence, Xingye pulled out a fishing rod several meters long and tossed it to him: "Let's have a fight. Xuexia and Xuewan have been teaching me some fighting techniques lately."

Nomiyama took his fishing rod, and reluctantly cast it.

He shattered her spirit with a single stroke, then, with her bewildered eyes still in them, he scooped her up with one hand and spanked her with the other.

When will you finally realize you can't beat me?

"You used to... hit me... sob..."

Nomiyama stopped hitting her and instead held her in his arms: "You won't give up until I beat you up."

Xingye's eyes were red, but she expressionlessly broke free from his hand and floated forward barefoot on the ground: "Xue Shinobu Yukiwan said you would fight me."

Nomiyama glanced at her in the white dress and barefoot, and clicked his tongue: "Ignore her, she just wants to see you make a fool of yourself."

Then he rubbed his chin and said, "I'm actually more curious about that, the fighting techniques she taught you."

Xingye recalled what that person had said that morning: "Use the sharpest thing to stab the opponent in their most critical position."

Nomiyama's expression changed: "Don't listen to her on this point."

Xingye nodded, then continued, "The most fundamental elements of fighting are strength and speed. So you just need to understand the techniques of exerting force, then unleash the greatest strength and the fastest speed, and attack the opponent's key positions, and they will usually die."

Nomiyama sighed: "Is she teaching you how to fight or how to kill?"