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Nomiyama paused in his dressing, looking at her with a strange expression.

Yukino Yukinoshita said naturally, "She is my best friend and our childhood friend. She has been with us the longest, so she is the most suitable to be our bridesmaid."

"Oh."

Nomiyama had no objections; Eriri was indeed the most suitable for this role. As for what Eriri thought... well, it was her best friend's suggestion, so it wasn't her business.

He looked down, raised his hand, and glanced at his black wide sleeves: "Want to change your clothes? Something more formal, like your white kimono or something."

Yukino Yukinoshita thought for a moment and rejected the suggestion: "Since it's not a complicated occasion with many people, there's no need to pursue that kind of complicated ritual. Let's just follow our own procedure."

She reached out and grabbed a white ribbon, its ends fluttering in the wind.

Nomiyama watched her grab the ribbon, stood up, stepped forward, took it, and then bent down to wrap his arm around her waist.

"Where did you get this outfit? Did your older sister make it for you as a training uniform?" Yukino Yukinoshita let him tie the belt around her waist.

“It was made by Yukino Shinobu. She likes this kind of clothing and prepared several sets for me.” Nomiyama tied a bow at her waist, stepped back and looked her over thoughtfully. “Once Hanako is a little older, don’t tie it anymore.”

"Am I stupid?" Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him with disdain, and then at his all-black attire.

If I wear my senior's clothes to my wedding, does that mean I'm cheating on him in front of him?

It feels...

"What are you thinking about?" Nomiyama leaned forward, staring into her eyes.

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes flickered slightly as she turned and walked along the lakeside: "It's already afternoon. Have you told your family yet?"

Nomiyama followed her: "I left a letter on their chessboard. I'm going home tomorrow."

"A chessboard? They're still playing chess?"

"Yes, Sayuri came to the house. When I left the letter, Sayuri was playing chess with Megumi."

“Okay.” Yukino Yukinoshita walked along the lakeside and suddenly asked the person next to her, “Can I plant something in the lake?”

Nomiyama took two steps back, looking wary: "What do you want to do? Can I leave some last words before I die?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him and said coldly, "You don't appreciate the face I'm giving you, do you?"

Nomiyama ran up to her and took her hand, leading her forward: "Don't give me face, plant whatever you want. According to the current standards, this lake is the joint property of the couple."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered: "It means that after the divorce, I can take half of the lake with me."

Nomiyama shook his head: "It's not just this half of the lake."

"Ok?"

"You'll have to take half of me with you."

"Hehe, I bet you're going to say you want to give me your heart, both body and soul."

"I haven't said it yet, you can't slander me."

Nomiyama released her hand and instead put his arm around her waist: "What do you want to plant?"

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out and grabbed a flower, tucking it between her fingers: "These flowers can only grow in water because of your ability. I'll plant some flowers that can grow on the water surface on their own."

Nomiyama's eyes lit up with an idea: "Lotus? That's good. We can eat some lotus seeds and lotus roots in the future."

His gaze swept over the snow-covered mountain, and he remembered something: "I was thinking of getting something too. Eriri really likes raising pigeons as gifts. I'm thinking of buying some pigeons and releasing them into the mountains. What do you think?"

Yukino Yukinoshita had no objection: "It's up to you to decide."

She paused for a moment, then said, "You are indeed very good to Eriri."

Nomiyama showed no restraint, simply smiling and saying, "Eri is so cute."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled slightly: "Mm."

She stopped and asked, "Yomiyama-kun, want to get some ramen?"

Hand-Pulled Noodle?

Nomiyama pinched her waist, saying she should eat more, but the ramen seemed too oily, and as a pregnant woman...

Yukino Yukinoshita removed the hand that was fidgeting around her waist: "Stop pinching, this is just the beginning, there are no dietary restrictions."

Nomi Yamane was opened, and as a second choice, she took his hand: "You should eat more. You've always been thin since you were little. If it weren't for your training, you would have had to slow down after walking just a few miles."

Yukino Yukinoshita raised an eyebrow: "You used to look down on me."

Nomiyama was taken aback: "What do you mean by that?"

Yukino Yukinoshita said firmly, "It snowed in the ninth grade. That day, after eating barbecue, I walked a long way and wanted to rest at your house for a while before going back, but you wouldn't let me lie on the kotatsu."

Nomiyama thought about it carefully, then realized she was talking nonsense: "You were lying down and watching TV for quite a while."

Yukino Yukinoshita sneered: "You said that's your kotatsu, and you won't let me lie on it."

Nomiyama let go of her hand, feeling that she had gone a bit too far: "You came in and crawled into the kotatsu, and I just lay down and you kicked me, and you're asking me?"

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped, stretched out her hand, and said coldly, "Don't let go."

Nomiyama took her hand, indignantly saying, "Fine, I won't let go then, why are you being so fierce?"

I didn't yell at you.

"You were being mean."

"It wasn't fierce."

"He's gotten fierce."

"Say it again?"

"Look, you're yelling at me again."

......

"It feels like it's been a while since I've seen you guys around."

"I've been busy lately, so I came over as soon as I finished."

Nomiyama's hair had returned to its black color. He took the two bowls of noodles and handed one to the side.

He broke apart the disposable chopsticks and stirred the noodles: "Ah, we might come less often for a while. Yukino is pregnant and needs to stay home to recuperate and rest."

"what?"

Ichiro's dough fell onto the cutting board. He looked at the two little kids who had grown up, turned around, and started rummaging through the cupboard: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Nomiyama scratched his head and explained, "We just found out too."

Yi Le took out two hard cards, turned around, took two steps and placed them in front of him: "Here, bring these cards with you from now on, and you'll be free for life. Consider this my congratulatory gift to you."

Nomiyama hesitated slightly. Over the years, it had been Uncle Ichiraku who had taken care of him the most, so he felt like he was getting a great deal if he accepted the offer.

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out, took the two cards, carefully put them away, and smiled: "Thank you, Uncle Ichiraku. We'll bring Iris along more often in the future."

“Iris? Hmm, good.” Uncle Ichiraku squinted, smiling kindly. “I’ll put extra char siu in it for her.”

He turned around and continued kneading the dough: "This name suits my daughter quite well."

"Sweet flag, is that right? Sweet flag is indeed from the Iridaceae family."

Nomiyama shifted his gaze to another person inside the shop.

When their eyes met, the girl lowered her head and avoided their gaze.

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up a noodle and suddenly frowned slightly.

There's a strange feeling about him; has he gotten into trouble again?

She moved her foot, and Yukino stepped on him first before eating her noodles with satisfaction.

......

Why did you put the card away?

Nomiyama led her to the next street in the twilight.

"We can't invite Uncle Yile to our wedding. Uncle Yile must have been preparing this gift for a long time. It wouldn't be good to refuse. We should accept a gift that our elders have prepared with such care."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked around, lost in thought.

Nomiyama pulled her around a corner: "You mean you want to find a way to secretly repay this favor later?"

Yukino Yukinoshita quietly followed him: "No, feelings can never be repaid. What we can compensate for is something beyond feelings, such as helping Ayame with her studies."

"Okay, you can decide on this. I do tend to overlook some things."

“You’re not that you’re easy to ignore, you’re that you’re hard to take these kinds of things to heart.” Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the Usagiyama Street that she was finally familiar with, grabbed him, and turned the corner. “Let’s go to Grandma Eguchi’s place first. We can ask her to make some clothes for Iris when she was little.”

"Um, I'll explain the pregnancy later and then we'll do some business together..."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed, "I'll take care of it. You wait over there and don't say anything."

Nomiyama felt that this was ambiguous: "What do you mean 'don't talk back'? I'm not going to say anything unpleasant."

"Yeah, I also think you wouldn't, but what if you do?"

"What if? Don't you trust me?"

"Do not believe."

"..."

......

What are you sulking about?

"I'm not angry."

"Eat candy."

"Oh."

Nomiyama opened his mouth, bit off a piece of candy and put it in his mouth: "I wonder if Tamako will be able to inherit Kitashirakawa-san's side in the future."

Yukino Yukinoshita walked beside him, annoyed: "Tamako is only four years old, the same age as Shino and the others. She'll figure out what she wants to do in the future. It's not like she has to inherit this line of work."

Nomiyama strolled leisurely: "I hope the taste doesn't change; rice cakes are delicious."

Yukino Yukinoshita, carrying rice cakes in one hand, turned her head to look at him.

After a while, until his expression started to contort, she chuckled and said, "You haven't had any strange flavors in years, stop pretending."

Nomiyama's expression calmed down. He reached out and took the rice cake from her hand, then took her hand and said, "I felt like you weren't in a good mood just now, so I wanted to cheer you up."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him twice, then looked away and resumed looking at the street ahead.

The cherry blossoms above have been largely blown away by the wind and rain. Before long, the cherry blossom trees along the roadside will be reduced to bare branches, becoming ugly and devoid of beauty.

I am very powerful now, I can make the world bloom with flowers or fill the world with wind and snow in an instant, but once the flowers are gone, they are gone. It is impossible for them to bloom again and be the same flowers as before.

Yukino Yukinoshita clenched her fists tighter, drawing herself closer to him: "I'm not unhappy, it's just that so many years have passed, and it's hard not to feel that time is truly merciless."

For many years.

Nomiyama's eyes flickered. They had eaten noodles together and come to this street together when they were nine years old. Now he was twenty-three.

He grinned: "But I've known Yukinoshita for fifteen years, and I'm just very happy."

Yukino Yukinoshita felt her hand being gripped tightly, and pursed her lips: "Kazehaya, don't you find me troublesome? I always disagree with you, always restrict your actions, and always rude to you."

Nomiyama paused for a moment, then reached out, took out two pieces of rice cake, gave one to himself, and put the other into her mouth.

He looked at the puffed-up cheeks and smiled: "Didn't I say it many years ago? I'm willing, I'm happy to do it."

She reached out and pinched the soft flesh: "I really like Yukinoshita to such an extent that I wish I could eat her up, eat her up, and eat her up again."

Yukino Yukinoshita chewed, but found she couldn't swallow immediately, so she mumbled something, just like him.

"Carry me on your back."

"oh oh."

Nomiyama squatted down in front of her.

After a while, he took a step and looked at the orange sunlight in the distance: "To be honest, I should be the one saying this. Don't you really mind me? I'm always lazy and don't like to follow conventions. I do a lot of things just because I like, which always causes a lot of trouble for you to deal with."

Yukino Yukinoshita rested her head on his shoulder: "You're disgusted, but what can I do? I like you so much, I can't help it."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and after a moment of silence, she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder and neck.

"Um... Yukinoshita-kun, how about we do this when we get home?"