Uneasy daily life

The sound of me arguing with myself was particularly loud.

If it's the last one...

"You jerk, are you spending the night here?"

The words slipped out unconsciously.

The rented room is quieter now.

Chapter 114 is truly over!

"?!"

The mother froze, her brows furrowing instantly, her expression turning icy, and she reached for her phone.

If nothing unexpected happens, the next step is to hang up the call and dial the number for my eldest daughter...

"calm!"

Yukinoshita's father grabbed Yukinoshita's mother's hand: "Yono's actions were just a momentary impulse, and she may not have meant it. The rebels are initiating the call, and they would never agree to Yono's request!"

Under the snow, the mother suppressed her rising emotions and subconsciously glanced at her husband's predatory expression.

"You seem angrier than I am."

"Calm down, calm down, angry as you are, hahaha!" Yukinoshita's father tried to ease the atmosphere, but his smile was a little distorted. "Yono's emotions are a bit out of control, but I think that's a good thing. It's better than her being calm all the time. Besides, that kid..."

[Alright! Let's share a room, chat about life late at night, the saxophone gradually rising into the background, the atmosphere becoming awkward in the sudden silence, until the sound of us rolling around together breaks it... The perfect script has been written!]

I just said I'd let you stay overnight, like I'd take in a stray dog. You're overthinking it, you jerk!

I understand, the night has passed, everyone has grown – let's fast forward to taking our pants off!

【You stay right there and don't move!】

A noisy conversation broke out on the phone: Yukino Yukino's hesitant voice, the voice of a white figure that sounded like a pervert, and the sound of footsteps stomping on the tatami mat.

"?!"

Yukinoshita's father immediately bulged veins on his forehead, raised his hand to grab his phone, his face contorted with a ferocious determination to fight to the death, his eyes practically shooting out rays.

"Calm down." Yukinoshita's mother grabbed her husband's wrist with her other hand, frowning and sighing, "This child, Haruno... so she has a weak and fickle personality? And this kind of confusion and struggle..."

Yukino's father, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, declared: "Wife! The most urgent matter is to save Haruno first, then kill this brat!"

【Hey! Don't you dare run away! Don't you want to discuss human biology with me?!】

[Before touching someone like that, do you stick your finger up your nose first?!]

Sigh, I didn't expect you couldn't even accept this kind of play? Looks like it was just a momentary outburst. I have to go now, I'm going to miss the tram...

"Ahem, I did act a bit impulsively just now, but it's getting late, why don't you stay the night?"

What on earth is going on with Yang Nai (the goddess)?

The couple exchanged a glance, listening with differing expressions.

……

……

The first love, which hadn't even begun, seemed to be ending. A struggle of resentment, a habitual submission, a chaotic and frustrating entanglement, an impulse to think of nothing at all…

What's wrong with me?

Yukinoshita wanted to calm down and think things through, but she couldn't. Her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts jumping and flashing around. No matter how she thought about them or what she said, something felt wrong. An indescribable sense of irritation filled her entire body.

Especially with this rascal rolling around, it only made the already irritating situation even more frustrating.

Ah... when did I become as troublesome and awkward as Yukino-chan?

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~ Fun time is about to begin!"

The white figure swayed left and right, twisting like a zombie, the sounds coming from its mouth rising and falling, giving people an indescribable feeling.

To be fair, it takes an unbreakable rationality to be moved by this appearance.

What should I do? I already feel incredibly stupid for getting emotional and giving those suggestive hints!

Yukinoshita couldn't help but take a step back, her forced smile distorting slightly: "You rascal! Yukino can be really scary when she's angry..."

"Wow--!"

This guy pounced on me looking like a pervert... Okay, that's too much of an insult to the term "pervert".

You're drooling!

Yukino's eyebrows twitched wildly as she backed away, and before she knew it, her back was against the wall.

boom!

With her palm slapping against the wall, the white figure remained calm and gentle, her tender gaze meeting Yukino's eyes. She raised her hand and pressed down on the other's shoulder, applying slight pressure.

Yukino Yukino leaned against the wall and slid down slightly. When she looked up, she noticed that the white figure's gaze had turned downwards. She quickly calmed herself down, stood up straight against the wall, and the two of them were now looking at each other at eye level.

The white figure reached out and pressed down in dissatisfaction, while Yukinoshita Hino rolled her eyes and stood up straight again.

The white figure glared angrily, then stood on tiptoe to look down at the other person. Yukino Yukinoshita followed suit, then suddenly realized she was doing something stupid. She twitched her lips slightly to hide her embarrassment, crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and couldn't help but sigh, "You jerk... you've missed a good chance to hug me."

"Is that so?" The white figure reached out again, tapping Yukinoshita's shoulder and pressing her down from her tiptoes, grinning, "You like drinking that much?"

Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, then smiled noncommittally: "Whether you call it liking or not..."

"Yukinoshita Haruno has a habit of drinking..."

Kui Baiying's voice suddenly changed, as if a narrator was reciting words without any joy or sorrow.

……

Drinking, playing guitar, and holding concerts.

This Japanese rock singer has managed to carve out a niche for herself in a foreign land. What excites fans most is probably her carefree and natural performance; occasionally, when she's slightly tipsy on stage, her singing and playing become even more distinctive. Many media outlets have interviewed this foreign singer, but her affable and evasive responses have made it difficult to uncover her true story, adding to her mystique.

There's nothing mysterious about it. I simply gave up what I loved and, to avoid making the same mistake again, went far away to find a new life.

Yukino turned off the interview program on TV and flipped through the letter in her hand. When she saw the letter about graduating from university and working hard to prepare to take over the family's work, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed. She didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, Yukino had already graduated from university and entered the workforce.

That's great news, let's have a drink to celebrate!

She poured herself a glass of wine, curled up on the sofa, and quietly savored it. The unique taste of alcohol spread across her taste buds, inevitably stirring up past memories. Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or her natural tendency to forget, the memories were already blurred.

Having been born in Japan, I was taught from a young age not to drink alcohol before adulthood. Occasionally, when I had the chance to come into contact with alcohol, I was dissuaded, either with a reason or without one. In short, I was not allowed to touch it. But on the day I came of age, this habitual restriction suddenly disappeared.

I don't quite remember what my first encounter with alcohol was like.

Whether at a dinner party, late at night, or during a birthday celebration, you suddenly find yourself drinking alcohol. Perhaps someone casually pours you a glass, you impulsively walk into a convenience store to buy a bottle, or an elder jokingly hands you one.

At times like this, no one will suddenly appear and righteously stop you.

Yukino felt a gap in her memory. She picked up the empty bottle, shook it, and then opened a new one.

Alcohol flowing down the throat can reconnect broken memories and emotions.

Feeling free for the first time, I excitedly took the cup and took a sip with anticipation. It was hard to say whether it was good or bad; it wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined, but it was stimulating and novel, a feeling I had never experienced before.

Speaking of which, it seems someone gave themselves the nickname "alcoholic rocker." When interviewed, a reporter asked if they liked alcohol, and they naturally admitted to liking it, casually mentioning a few benefits of alcohol... Well, that's really setting a bad example for kids, with far-reaching consequences.

Yukino Yukinoshita realized she had finished another bottle, and it seemed she was feeling a bit down today.

She replaced the bottle.

I don't like alcohol, but I yearn for freedom, so alcohol has become a hobby.

Even if that feeling of freedom is just an illusion, even if I've reached the age where I can drink, it doesn't mean I can do anything else.

I have a fondness for alcohol; its unique taste allows me to relive the comfort I felt the first time I drank, indulging in a kind of illusion of freedom...

The wine is gone, and the wine I drank keeps leaking away in my heart, leaving a growing void of confusion.

Yukino Yukino searched around and found that the family's alcohol was all gone, so she left home to buy some more.

As I descended the stairs, I thought about the letter; the words vividly depicted my sister's appearance and condition.

That's great, Yukino-chan can keep moving forward, while I can only pretend that I'm moving forward.

My mother lets me do what I like... It's a real shame. I feel like I've lost the ability to feel joy and happiness; I can't find the basis for their existence. People always say they want to forget sadness, but unfortunately, it's often joy that gets forgotten.

As her thoughts drifted, Yukino Yukino's foot slipped, and the sharp edges of the stairs suddenly loomed large before her eyes.

She felt something tear apart her heart, leaving her feeling neither joy nor sorrow. She jumped up suddenly, and it was impossible to tell whether she was screaming, frustrated, or sighing…

Oh, alcohol is no good.

……

"boom."

The white figure emitted a sound like a heavy object falling to the ground.

"..." Yukino Yukinoshita's expression was indifferent, somewhat resembling her younger sister's. "You're no better."

The white figure suddenly smiled and said, "It seems I am your wine."

is it?

Being a rascal was indeed a novel experience, giving me freedom from my mother.

is it?

I genuinely enjoyed spending time with that rascal; it felt relaxing and enjoyable, as if I had gained freedom.

is it?

Playing around, laughing, and chatting—no need for much guessing or effort; simply exchanging ideas and conversations can soothe the soul.

Yukinoshita raised her head slightly, leaning the back of her head forward, looking into the white shadow's eyes, as memories pulled the answer from her heart.

No.

The more you drink, the more confused you become; the more you drink, the clearer you become.

No.

It's like a bed with thumbtacks on it, where someone who's rolling around comfortably is suddenly pricked and bleeds.

no……

When I want to retreat, you advance; when I want to advance, you retreat. You don't let me depend on you, you don't let me leave, you don't let me sink, you don't pull me up, and you still like to nag!

"You are not wine..."

Yukinoshita Haruno touched upon her own weakness, yet she didn't want to be too weak. She suddenly lowered her head, her head bumping lightly against Shiro's chest, her voice low and resentful: "No alcohol can hurt as much as you!"

“Yes, yes, yes…” The white figure gently raised her hand and pressed down on the back of Yukinoshita's head, like a priest comforting a believer. “My child, the strong and imposing castle can protect you, but it can also imprison you. There should be a wailing storm that blows away the city gates and sweeps away the walls… You will open your eyes and find no storm, no castle, only a clear blue sky.”

Yukino Yukino didn't look up, but instead clenched her fist and tapped the white shadow's side.

How old do you take me for?! Do you think I'm Yukino-chan? And you're wailing and crying.

He hit it once, but that wasn't enough, so he hit it again, and then again...

As you keep hammering, you unconsciously find yourself embracing the other person, letting your emotions rise and fall silently, occasionally shifting your head to erase any evidence of your weakness.

After an unknown amount of time, Yukinoshita Haruno gradually regained her composure, and those questions began to resurface in her blank mind... What will happen to the Yukinoshita family? What about the promise to her mother? What about Yukino-chan?

I used to either deliberately ignore or feel that my emotions were out of control, so I would run away.

What now?

Either kick this wretched bastard away and happily run to a new world, or hug this wretched bastard tightly and drag him to jump into the river together.

Yukino's arms tightened slightly.

This time, I'm going to choose the one I like.

"Huff—huff—" The white figure's chest heaved as she reached out and grabbed a strand of Yukino Yukinoshita's hair, tugging and pulling. "9528! Let go! Let go! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and making sure you die a horrible death!"

"Huh?" Yukinoshita Haruno didn't even look up, instead hugging me tighter, her voice full of calm laughter, "Pulling my hair, turning me bald? I've finally managed to trick you into coming here, what way do you have to escape now... Hmm~?"

The sound abruptly stopped, and silence robbed the audience of several seconds.

"I said... let's stay overnight tonight."

The meaning was vaguely the same, but there was no sense of dejection as before. Presumably, his expression was also different from before, like a piece of broken and glued pottery, stiff and full of cracks.

Yukino was somewhat surprised by her own tone, which was gentle yet evasive, lacking the ease and confidence of an older person.