Yuka smiled softly.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, so long that even Qiu's smile is vaguely unrememberable.

"Wait until I get back, Aoi."

She remembered this sentence for a long time, so long that his children could already take charge of themselves.

Yuka smiled softly.

Since confirming the relationship with him, his smile has never been broken. Really, it's getting more and more like his former self, and it's all his fault.

The weather was nice today, the sun was shining on my body, there was not the slightest scorching, only warm comfort. She walked along the path covered with sunflowers with a small bucket of water and tied chrysanthemums, her brisk steps, her carefully combed emerald hair was swept by the breeze, and the fragrance of her dress seemed to be going on a date.

Autumn - Autumn - Autumn.

The trail is long and winding, but it has an end.

A small lonely grave,

The tombstone is very concise, because he doesn't like it too complicated, she obeyed his wishes, and on the clean tablet, there are only three small words "Bai Mingqiu".

People always have to keep a thought.

Yuka smiled softly.

"Aki, Aoi came to see you."

The short separation is just for a sweeter reunion, and a glass of old wine can only be appreciated by tasting it carefully.

He'll be back, she's always believed it.

Yuka smiled softly.

Cho likes to make her own tea and boil her own water, so she specially brought it out of the house.

The still warm water wetted the tombstone and washed away a little dust.

Careful Youxiang found that there were originally only three characters of Bai Mingqiu on the stele, but there were two more crooked words "stupid".

Unlike Youxiang's own graceful and delicate, autumn's atmosphere is introverted, and she can only think of one person when she thinks about this immature brushwork.

"Autumn, autumn, the girl's calligraphy is still like this."

Yuka smiled softly.

“… So come back and teach her. ”

"The weather is so good, guarding the tomb of a fool will make you a fool too."

A cold voice came from behind her, and a small figure jumped from the tree.

The same green hair, much smaller than Yuka's, but very honest in his hand carrying a small bucket.

"First of all, I was just worried that this stupid person's tombstone would be carved with strange things, but I didn't come here to sweep the grave."

Before she could say anything, the little figure couldn't wait to explain.

Yuka smiled softly.

Without breaking it, she gently untied the ribbon tied with the chrysanthemum and laid it out.

"Do you want to come back and stay with me once in a while?"

"You haven't practiced the calligraphy that Qiu taught you since he left, do you want to come back together?"

Her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at the little figure, not at all like the one that Gensokyo sang.

"No, the fool has taught me enough calligraphy, and if he doesn't think it's good, he'll come back and teach me again."

The little figure refused without hesitation.

"That's right." She nodded, undeniable.

"It's not too early, the rest of the time will be handed over to you."

"If you have time, come back and have a look, maybe autumn is back."

The little figure was silent for a long time, and Yuxiang waited motionless for an answer.

“…… Got it. ”

Yuka smiled softly.

Who is stupid, maybe both of them.

Two stupid people who don't make people worry.

With that in mind, she spoke.

"Goodbye."

“…… Ah, goodbye, Mom. ”

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The meaning of the title of the volume varies.

Since this is the first chapter of the short story collection, I will explain it once, and I will not repeat it later.

The book has such and such inspirations, and sometimes it is written as a short story to express inspiration, but these short stories have nothing to do with the text and the ending, so there is no need to speculate, just watch it quietly.

I hope that everyone is as quiet and gentle as these short stories.