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Nomiyama quietly observed this person who had maximized their potential. In a way, this idea was quite clever: achieve immortality first, then return it if needed...

He smiled slightly: "You underestimate me. I won't provide a return channel."

Yui Yuigahama blinked. If there's no way to return it, then even if many, many years pass, she'll still be by his side.

She blushed, lowered her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Oh captain, my captain."

O Captain, My Captain!

Nomiyama looked slightly surprised. This poem is usually used to address one's leader, such as a teacher, a real captain, a president, or a superior or senior; but the way she recited it now had a different flavor.

Yui Yuigahama noticed that he wasn't reacting, so she pressed herself even closer to him, squeezing her legs together, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his hair, and her lips against his ear.

She stood so close, like a couple deeply in love, their emotions passionate and intense.

Yet her voice was so weak, trembling and hoarse, carrying a timid effort and courage, as well as an unconcealable joy.

"O captain, My captain."

Nomiyama felt the heat on his ear, and his throat became a little hoarse. He turned his head and looked at the girl whose cheeks were already flushed.

It turns out she meant she wanted to be his sailor.

So this could be a love poem.

......

"Time is a measure, a cold measure; a few decades of life cannot fathom a thousand years of life. Occasionally, some romantics deconstruct a thousand years in their minds and describe immortal beings, but in the end, it is still just wishful thinking. It cannot be said whether it is right or wrong, but one thing is the general perception: indifference."

On the bamboo mat, she sat with one leg crossed and the other bent, one hand supporting her face and the other holding a bottle of wine. She wore a black training uniform for easy movement, and her posture was relaxed and casual.

She continued, “Flowers die, grass dies, people die, but immortals remain young. This contrast is indifference. After many years, immortals get used to death and become indifferent to it as well. So, anyone who lives forever cannot escape indifference.”

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly, but not because of what the person opposite her said, but because of the black and white chessboard in front of her.

She wore a white dress, sat with her legs bent, her posture was impeccable, her back straight, and she was still as beautiful as bamboo.

With a slight twitch of her fingers, she took out a white chess piece and placed it on the board. Only then did she look up at the casual person opposite her: "What is it you want to say, senior?"

Xue Wan smiled as she glanced at the chessboard, silently calculating in her mind, and replied, "The game is still long, so I'll just chat with you for a bit."

“What’s there to talk about?” Yukino Yukinoshita sat at the very edge of the rock, fishing rods in hand, alongside a few other equally bored people. “He’s not indifferent now, and he won’t be in the future. Isn’t that enough?”

Xue Wan glanced at her and tossed her a bottle of wine: "I want to talk about the past, do you have a problem with that?"

Yukino looked down at the bottle of tequila. It was indeed tequila, but it was destined to be a little different. A year ago, she and Yukino had swept through that land full of cacti and tequila, and only managed to extract thirty bottles of liquor.

A truly mesmerizing fairy brew.

With a whistle, Yukinoshita Haruno put away the sake and said nothing more.

So, in the snowy evening, he took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and continued chatting while looking at the chessboard.

"If I had to put it into words, in his eyes, who had a lifespan of 50,000 years, I was actually a child at the beginning."

She smiled and said, "So my movements never reach him. Even though I've become the strongest person besides him, he's still just standing there in the mountains. After all, a three-year-old child wielding a weapon, no matter how fierce he acts, a normal adult wouldn't lose in a face-to-face confrontation."

"But actually, when I met him, I saw him as a child too."

At this point, Yukino Shinobu took out the black chess pieces and placed them on the chessboard, floating around.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked up and met her gaze, finally calmly looking at the chessboard: "A child who is fifty thousand years old?"

"whee."

"Whether someone is a child or not has nothing to do with age."

As the snow fell and the evening fell, she drank a hot, specially made tequila. Her emotions didn't heat up with the burning sensation as it went down her throat. She simply looked at the white clouds in the sky and said, "Change is the standard for judging the word 'child.' Gradually change, understand more principles, have more confidence, understand the laws of things, and then transform and be reborn from the identity of a child."

“But he has not changed since he was born. I understood when I saw him. In the past 50,000 years, apart from that one glance when he understood this world, he has not changed since.”

Xuexia Xuewan smiled and said, "He was born a god, with the best appearance. The starry sea witnessed his existence, and he is free from worries. Ten thousand years of changes outside the mountains are nothing more than a new batch of people in his eyes. He is not sad and too lazy to think about it, because he is free from worries."

"Worry-free is a very interesting description. It means having no worries. But how can someone who has thoughts not have worries? Unless, of course, this person only has thoughts but lacks desires and emotions; he judges the world solely by logic, without even feeling anything, merely observing, because he is carefree."

“Aside from the most fundamental truths of the universe that cannot be rewritten, he is omnipotent. He can get whatever he wants. With a single thought, the whole world will love him and become his most devout followers. Yet he wants nothing and has no interest in anything because he is carefree.”

"Worry-free is such a thing. It is the ultimate expression of indifference and a basic attribute of the gods. It is impossible to judge whether it is good or bad. Perhaps some people love it, and perhaps some people sneer at it."

Xue Xia glanced at her junior across from her, who seemed to be contemplating a chess game, raised her wine bottle, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Wiping the spilled drink from her lips, she said, "I'm not interested in his carefree life, but I am very interested in breaking it."

“I like him, and if I want him to like me, I have to break his carefree attitude, make him have worries, and make him start thinking about me.”

“I always thought I was a failure, and destined to fail, because I saw a glimpse of the future, and because although he saw me as special, he never showed me just how special I was.”

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped looking at the chessboard and looked at her, her eyes filled with emotion: "But you succeeded."

"But I don't know."

Two "buts," different emotions: one expressing感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion), the other expressing regret.

Snow falls, and in the evening, she throws aside the empty bottle of strong liquor and sighs, "I fell in love with him, but I found that his happiness was not with me, so after making countless preparations, I gave him to you."

She took out a new bottle with her slender hands, tilted her head back, and drank the old wine.

"I thought I had no chance. He was still carefree with me until a thousand years later, when another person appeared and gave him all the flavors of life, making him yearn for her and willing to embrace her in life and death."

“Until the day I came back, I looked at his memories, and saw him silent through a thousand years of spring flowers and winter snow, growing more silent each day, until the last day, I saw him speaking by my grave.”

“He said, ‘You lied to me. I waited for you for a thousand years. You will never come back. You are dead. I will not wait for you anymore.’ The sadness he had accumulated over the years overflowed, but not because he gave up on immortality. Rather, it was because he had spent a thousand years finally realizing that he was really dead.”

“I really shattered his carefree spirit and brought him to the human world. But when I looked at him then, he was all alone on the mountain, looking at a wildflower in sorrow and shedding tears. Only then did I finally understand that what I gave him the most was a thousand years of relentless inner torment.”

"He was moved, but he didn't know it, and neither did I. By the time he finally found out, a thousand years had passed. And by the time I finally found out, compared to the thousand years he waited bitterly on the mountain, I had simply taken a nap."

"I'm so sad, I wasn't there for him."

Yukino Yukinoshita, seeing her senior quiet down, also fell silent.

The story spans too long, the twists and turns are too hateful, and the two protagonists are too extraordinary. Of course, most importantly, he is her man. No matter how strong the love and hate are, it doesn't mean that those loves and hates are deeper than hers.

Xuexia glanced at her again in the evening, opened her hand, and a rainbow pufferfish floated above her palm. She clenched her hand, and the pufferfish disappeared.

“I prepared a lot of things for him, so many things that I wouldn’t use them all for many years, as proof that I will always be there for him.”

"But actually, what I'm most satisfied with isn't these fish, nor the fishing rod, nor those odds and ends in your hand."

Yukino Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then finally asked her, "What is it?"

"It was a flower, and he was reluctant to let it bloom until he decided to give up immortality. Only then did it bloom once. But I prepared ten thousand flowers, for ten thousand years."

Xue Wan's smile widened as she stood up, opened her arms, and her eyes burned with a fierce, bloodshot red.

The rocks by the lake are very large and take up too much space.

But she knew this was where he spent most of his time, so she came up with some ideas.

A red wildflower bloomed on the stone, then a second, then a third.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the red flower that had opened the chessboard, stood up, and scanned her surroundings.

Flowers bloom on the rocks, flowers bloom on the lake surface, and then flowers bloom around the lakeside.

Those red wildflowers, like burning cotton wool, started from a single point, spread, stretched, and eventually covered the entire mountainside.

The entire mountain turned bright red, and the wildflowers swayed in the wind, as if cheering, as if breathing.

Yukino Yukinoshita had seen the mountains covered in red before finally meeting her gaze.

She was overcome with emotion: "You've said so much, but it's all just for these flowers."

Snow fell and snow fell late, and she laughed happily. Her bright eyes complemented the red flowers all over the mountain. She was just as flamboyant and unrestrained as the flowers, blooming so brightly that others could only see her.

She opened her arms, spun around, and spoke arrogantly.

"Because he'll see it."

......

Nomiyama took the teacup and sipped it.

"How is it? Isn't the tea I brewed delicious?"

His voice was a little hesitant, but more than that, it was like, "You dare say it doesn't taste good?"

Nomiyama sipped his tea and nodded, "I like it very much."

He looked up and saw the girl in her loungewear, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Unlike her usual fiery demeanor, she wasn't wearing makeup now, but her face and figure still exuded a hot allure. Her long, jade-like legs showed signs of exercise; when still, they were rounded, but when she moved slightly, they took on a streamlined shape, with a hint of explosive energy.

Of course, what surprised him the most was that Yumiko was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt, which was quite unusual.

Seeing the girl's expression gradually become unnatural, Nomiyama looked away at the opportune moment, then paused for a moment before turning back to look in her direction.

I wasn't looking at her, but at something further away.

Recovering from her shyness, and feeling his gaze that seemed to be looking through her and into a certain place, Miura Yumiko frowned and asked bluntly, "What's wrong?"

Nomiyama smiled and said, "I saw someone's gift."

He put down his teacup, stood up, and then hesitantly asked the three people at the next table, "Want to go see it together? It's really good."

"Of course I want to see it, you idiot." Miura Yumiko rolled her eyes at him.

"You should see it," Hina Ebina said with a smile.

"I want to see! I want to see!!" Yui Yuigahama raised her hand, her interest piqued.

"Okay." Nomiyama led them and stepped into the sky above the mountain.

Looking down, he saw that the lake, the trees, the foot of the mountain, the mountainside, and the mountaintop were all completely covered in bright red. They swayed in the wind like a flowing oil painting.

This is his home.

Wildflowers are in full bloom.

Chapter 287 Go to the horizon of your favorite place for a romantic date.

It's not a particularly special flower. In terms of rarity, it can't compare to the fairy flowers he specially collected from all over the world to make lipstick; in terms of vibrancy and flamboyance, it can't compare to the thorny roses that people love on Valentine's Day.

It's a very common flower, perhaps without even a name. You can occasionally see it on the lawn by the roadside, or mixed in with the weeds by the field. Of course, more often, it blooms in the mountains, swaying alone in some corners, or clustered together in groups.

It's a wildflower, or some people call it a mountain flower.

In short, it's nothing special or rare; it just blooms everywhere, with a simple red color.

It is so common that it can bloom silently, accompanying the young god who lives in the mountains year after year.

Snow fell late at night, and she had planned a lot for the future, preparing for him an unending life, but lacking her presence.

She never expected that after that day, he would no longer allow red wildflowers to grow on the mountain.

Year after year, a thousand springs have passed, and those flowers were eager to bloom, but in the end, only one of them moved.

He was about to descend the mountain, so a flower bloomed as a final farewell to her.

Looking at the entire mountain, Nomiyama's eyes were filled with vibrant red.

His mountain was huge, with enough space on its slopes to fit a lake, but now, the flowers were truly covering the entire mountain.

This was a love letter from a thousand years ago that he had forcibly postponed.

Nomiyama met the gaze of the arrogant man below with a gentle look.

Then he asked, "Have you finished watching?"

The sky was quiet for a moment, and then Yumiko Miura was the first to react.

Her gaze shifted from shock and amazement to bewilderment: "Huh?"

Nomiyama shifted his gaze slightly; once he finished looking, it was time to run away.

The moment the four of them disappeared into the sky.

"You stinky man!!"

After Ziwan missed her kick, she scanned the area and prepared to follow.

Shiono remained silent, waiting for her to catch up before following.

Xingye's gaze shifted, finally settling on the person who had suddenly appeared in the sky.

Yukino Yukinoshita is a dangerous person in every sense of the word, but I don't need to worry about her.