It took me about ten minutes to finish my breakfast and then clean the dishes. In this process, my brain has not been idle, and I have been pondering the skirt in front of me.

Unfamiliar styles, independent collar labels, and special names, this skirt is not a ready-to-wear uniform sale in Zhinian Shuxi stores, but provides private services, more exquisite and expensive haute couture.

Find your own name. Who did this named skirt originally belong to? I couldn't help but think, but reason quickly defeated curiosity, I couldn't keep wearing this pajama and waiting for Yuichi Fujisawa to go home, I had already bought a ticket for the Shinkansen, and I had to go back to Kyoto this afternoon. And now...... What time is it?

I went back to my bedroom and borrowed Yuichi Fujisawa's charger last night, and by the end of the night, my phone was fully charged. Dozens of text messages from Yuha Fujisawa popped up immediately after turning it on, and I didn't bother to check it, just looking for the time display on the screen, and it was ten o'clock in the morning.

It was time to leave, and after a moment's hesitation, I changed into the dress that Yuichi Fujisawa had prepared. I rarely have such girly clothes, but I found a different self. With a move in my heart, I used my belt as a headband and pulled my hair up at random.

I cleaned up the dining room and hand-washed my pajamas. Yuichi Fujisawa's apartment has everything you need, but the only thing missing is a washing machine and a place to dry clothes, probably because he doesn't usually have the habit of washing his own clothes. I found rope, built a simple drying pole on the spacious open-air balcony, and found two food bag clips in the kitchen locker to dry my pajamas steadily.

After I finished this, I sat down at the table and wrote a message to Yuichi Fujisawa with a post-it note. I haven't had such a moment, a simple message, hesitated for a long time, and didn't write it for a long time.

How do you phrase it?

First of all, I would like to say thank you...... No, the honorifics are too rusty. Then ......

I put pen to paper.

Thank you for your stay last night, thank you for making the breakfast, the sandwiches were delicious and the milk was delicious.

And then what? I thought about it and continued to write.

I washed my pajamas and rummaged through the tools in the locker to dry. The balcony was sunny and perfect for drying.

A post-it note is unconsciously full of words.

I stopped writing, looked at the words I had written, and for a while, tore off the paper I had written in front of me, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash.

I picked up another pen and wrote another, this time without hesitation.

I tore off the sticky note and put it on the dining table, next to the charger. Then he got up and pushed the dining chair back to its original position to leave, but when he walked to the door, he found that the clogs he had taken off were not there. Before going down the mountain last night, Yuichi Fujisawa re-braided the knotted rope, and the knotted rope finally didn't break again, so it's okay to continue wearing it, but now it seems that ......

Realizing something, I went back to the dining room, picked up the big box with the skirt and looked closely, only to find that there was a convex groove in the box, I pressed it, and saw that the partition was turned over, and there was another layer underneath, and there was actually a pair of shoes.

A pair of toe flats, apricot pink uppers, silver thread embroidered with cherry blossom dark patterns, apricot pink ribbons shuttle between them, tied up to make a beautiful ballet knot.

I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart.

The skirt was already on, and I didn't hesitate to put the shoes on, and the shoes fit just right, as if they were tailor-made, soft and lightweight.

Walking out of the apartment, the hot wind was blowing in your face. I sat down in the shade of a tree, opened the map and searched for ways to get back to the hotel. The search results came out soon, but the phone rang with a ringtone, it was Shan Muxi.

I knew what to do and pressed the connect button.

"Where?" Shan Muxi's lazy voice came.

"Outside."

"Report the address, I'll pick you up." I heard the sound of the door closing and glanced up at the scorching sun.

"I'll send it to your phone." I gave in.

Nearly half an hour later, as I was dying of heat, a blue Chevrolet stopped in front of me. The passenger seat window rolled down, revealing Shan Muxi's gloomy but beautiful face.

I opened the door in the back seat, and there were all sorts of gift boxes piled up on it.

"Am I your driver?" Shan Muxi's expression was not depressed, and his tone was not as soft as usual, a little vicious, "Sit ahead!" ”

He wasn't so angry when he called before, I don't know who provoked him. I rarely see him angry, most often because of ...... But in any case, it is better to be angry when he is angry, than to deal with it in a greasy tone.

The weather was very hot, I quickly sat in the co-pilot, and before I had time to fasten my seat belt, Shan Muxi stepped on the accelerator and the car soared out. I finally put on my seatbelt, and he raced for a while, but finally calmed down and the speed of the car calmed down.

"What are you doing running so far on a hot day?" I looked ahead, but I could hear his index finger tapping on the steering wheel. I didn't want to pay attention to him, so I closed my eyes and rested.

"Speak." Unexpectedly, he reached over and struck me on the top of my head.

I was in pain and covered my head, but I was angry: "Mr. Shan is so angry, I'm afraid that if you say something wrong, I will make you angry again." ”

"Heh, who else has the ability to make me angry with one sentence?"

I know. Just said, "She messed with you again?" ”

"It's endless." He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with an irritated rush sound.

After a moment's hesitation, I silently said, "That's what you're happy to do." ”

The knock on the steering wheel stopped, and the hands spun around with the steering wheel. Shan Muxi paused and laughed, but it was pleasant: "Yes, I am willing." ”

He was angry and began to make fun of me again, and his tone was the usual joke: "It seems that you are still raised by the water and soil in Kyoto, and you are finally a little more than ten years old." He turned to look at me, "I say, little girls should wear this pink color." ”

I was noncommittal and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Yuichi Fujisawa also said something like this. At that time, I was cautious and nervous in the face of him who said such words. No, not only at that time, but every moment with him, I was always so nervous. In front of him, I will never know how to observe words and feelings, and I will not be able to deal with what he says and deeds like Qin Chuan and them, let alone ignore him directly like facing Shan Muxi.

Because I can't see through him. Yuichi Fujisawa, who is so gentle, seems to me to be elusive.

In the end, is it because I love him to the extreme, so I don't know what to do, or is he too unfathomable, seemingly careless on the surface, covering up the essence that others can't see through?

I do not know.

"Don't you wonder why I'm here?" When he was stunned, Shan Muxi said.

"Grow your business."

"I only have one business here, don't you know?" At the red light, he winked at me, naïve.

I felt a breath of air in my chest, and it hurt, but there was nowhere to vent.

Endure. Susu.

"Where to go?"

"Have a meal and I'll take you to the station."

"The luggage is still at the hotel."

"I'll go back after eating." The green light passes, he starts, turns, and pulls over.

The car was parked in front of a cooking pavilion with no signboard and a white curtain with the Chinese character for "water" written on it. Shan Muxi lifted the curtain and entered, and I followed. I heard the waiter warmly entertaining: "Welcome! Do you have an appointment? ”

"Nope." Shan Muxi said in a Kansai accent.

"Today's private room is full, would you mind eating in the lobby?"

Shan Muxi turned his head to look at me, and said to the waiter, "Okay." ”

"I see, two guests here, please."

When we took our seats, a waiter immediately served tea, and another waiter handed us a menu for each of us. I picked up the teacup, saw that it was barley tea, and put it down again.

"Do you want to drink matcha?" Shan Muxi held the menu and flipped through it casually.

"I'll just drink it."

Shan Muxi said to the waiter: "Please change the tea to plain water, thank you." The waiter quickly took the barley tea away and brought two cups of water.

Shan Muxi looked at me: "What to eat?" ”

"Whatever." I say.

"Susu." Shan Muxi closed the menu with one hand, played with the glass with his right hand, hooked his lips and smiled, "It's just a meal with me, so uncomfortable?" I held the glass and didn't speak, and he continued, "How can I continue to ask you, have you done anything in the past few months?" ”

I gasped and felt a headache.

I put down my cup and said to the waiter next to me, "Please go to the signature dish in the store, I want it, two servings." ”

The waiter was stunned and looked at Shan Muxi. Shan Muxi supported his cheek with one hand, and met the waiter's gaze with a pair of smiling eyes: "Just do what she said." ”

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he left with his heart in his hand.

The meal ended with Shan Muxi's weird smile, and after that, I went to the hotel to get my luggage, and he dropped me off at Osaka Station.

Thankfully, Shan Muxi didn't mention anything during this period.

"Thank you." I took the luggage from him, and seeing that he wasn't going to say anything, I turned to leave, "I'm leaving." ”

"Susu." Sure enough, he stopped me.

I looked back apprehensively.

The station was full of people, passing us by, and occasionally casting inquiring glances at us. He didn't speak, and I was tormented by the long wait.

Suddenly, he spoke, "She wants me to say hello to you on her behalf." ”

I was stunned, and quickly reacted: "You tease me." ”

"yes." His long, narrow eyes smiled like a crescent.

Speechless. I turned around and walked away quickly.

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On the first day of school, I got sick.

I've always been in good shape, and I've only gotten sick a handful of times, so I didn't take this illness to heart. I bought a cheap thermos and a pack of disposable masks at a convenience store, then filled the thermos with warm boiled water and wore the masks to the teaching building of the history department. Sorting out research materials for Professor Sasaki in the Faculty of History was a temporary part-time job I got this semester.

Professor Sasaki is the wife of Professor Kobayashi, who was a student of Professor Kobayashi, and she still retains her old sex after marriage. The professor and his wife studied ancient Chinese history, and in their early years, they visited many ancient tomb sites with the archaeological team. Professor Sasaki had several graduate students in his hands following Professor Kobayashi on a field trip, but he couldn't find a helper for a while, so he asked the student center to find a few Chinese students to help.

When I arrived on time, the library was full of students who had come to help, and I made a secret decision that I would have to arrive early next time.

Professor Sasaki is a delicate woman with thick black hair, a vintage bun, and a priceless pearl necklace that matches her expensive kimonos.

I took a copy from her and was given the task of typing the text into my computer. I hadn't seen such dense Chinese characters for a long time, and it didn't take long for me to feel in a trance, and the square characters in front of me were one big and one small. I coughed under my mask and poured a few sips of warm water to beat my spirits.

The hand was weak, unstable, and the newly bought thermos flask took off his hand and rolled to the ground piled with paper materials.

Not good! I was frightened, rushed to the rescue, and my eyes were dark, and I fell to the ground.

"It's good that the bottle stopped on its own." I don't know who said, "Ah, it scared me to death." Who is this? ”

I closed my eyes and apologized, "I'm sorry. Sorry, the bottle is mine. ”

"Susu-san," Professor Sasaki said suddenly, "do you have a fever?" ”

I saw something in front of me, and I looked up slowly, "Sorry, Professor, I just have a cough. ”

"My eyes are red, and I can't hold on to my youth." She walked over and put her hand on my forehead, "Ahhhhh ”

"Really feverish? Do you want to buy a fever patch? A girl named Jiang Cheng said.

"Let's get an infusion, it's better soon."

The other hand reached over and called Lin Yi's student and said, "High fever." Recently, I took her to my hospital. ”

"Then please, Lin Yi."

"Professor, I'll be back as soon as I can."

I couldn't exert my strength, I couldn't speak, and I was carried on my back in a daze, running in the scorching sun. Drowsy, I leaned against the man's sweat-soaked back and simply closed my eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but I shivered with a gust of cold air, and when I opened my eyes, I found that I was in a hospital, and the man had placed me on a chair in the examination room.

"Striving to be a hot-blooded young man again?" The female doctor opposite spoke Chinese.

"Sister Wen Qing, take a look."

"It's very uncomfortable, I'll help you take your temperature first." The female doctor spoke softly in Japanese, put the electronic thermometer on my forehead, and it was cool to the touch, and I only heard the sound of "dropping", and she said, "Ah, 39 degrees 5." ”

She wrote something in the medical record book and asked, "Why did you catch a cold, do you still have any impressions?" ”

Blown back to my senses by the cold wind, my eyes were half-open.

“…… It rained. ”

"How long ago was that?"

How long has it been? I thought about it, and my mind was like a mush, and the mush swirled and circled, and the sound of where it came from was buzzing in my ears, disturbing my thoughts.

It's so uncomfortable.

"Can you tell me what makes you uncomfortable?"

I frowned, speechless.

"Seems to be a little coughing." A boy's voice.

"Okay, Lin Yi, go and ask Xiao Han to prepare for the subcutaneous test."

"That's it?"

"People are all burned and confused, what else are they asking? Go ahead, I'll dispense the medicine. ”

I listened to the sound in my ears in a daze. Infusion, then the infusion is good. I thought with my eyes closed. But it's uncomfortable to close my eyes, and the voice in my ears is still shouting over and over again......

After a long time, I opened my eyes. I saw that I was sitting on a special soft chair, with an infusion line hanging in my hand, and my eyes followed the line, and half of the medicine bottle connected to the infusion line had been infusioned.

"Are you feeling better?" Someone asked. When I turned around, it was the student who had sent me here, and he had been with me all the time.

"Hmm." I was much more awake and had some tinnitus but I didn't have to say anything to him. I grateful, "Thank you, thank you very much. ”

"No, they're all compatriots." He got up and handed me a bottle of water, "I'll go back to the professor." ”

"Okay." I wanted him to apologize to Professor Sasaki on my behalf, but he didn't say anything.

"The professor will understand. You take care of your illness, don't force it, you can't do anything if you go sick. ”

Yes, in my current state, going will only add to the chaos.

I smiled politely, "You stay safe." ”

"Okay, goodbye."

I watched him get up and push open the glass door not far away. My body was a little stiff, so I hugged the water bottle and changed my sitting position.

It is an infusion room with air conditioning that maintains a comfortable temperature. There are not many people in the infusion room, it is not quiet, and the sound is low decibels.

Sometimes it's the sound of the service bell ringing, and then the nurse comes in to change the dressing. Sometimes it's that couple. The boy was on the infusion, and the girl was sitting next to him with a bag of potato chips reading comics, and the two were touching their heads, sharing potato chips in the infusion room, and occasionally talking about the plot. Sometimes it's a mother and daughter, the little girl is wearing a mask from Hatsune Miku, the little one, her whole body trembles when she coughs, and her mother is coaxing her softly with red eyes next to her.

I sat by the window, leaning sideways on the chair, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the small courtyard, a tall plane tree, sometimes big and sometimes small, rolled off countless leaves, piling up a thick layer on the ground.

They were paired and I was the only one.

Loneliness and sadness erode me. I looked at the fallen leaves, sighed in my heart, and thought wildly in my mind with the sensitivity of a cold.

That day, I was looking for someone at a shrine in the mountains, and on that rainy night, I didn't dare to appeal to the gods. But now, the name in my heart is intertwined with the clamor in my ears, and it is gradually becoming clear.

Yuichi Fujisawa. Yuichi Fujisawa. Yuichi Fujisawa.

One sound, one sound, another sound.

One beat higher.

I want to see him. I've never been so eager to see him as I am now.

There was a strong wind blowing outside the window, and the leaves were scattered, and I was so confused that I had to close my eyes for a while, and then open my eyes, and a familiar figure appeared in my sight.

A man in a suit hanging from the crook of his arm, wearing a white shirt and a cane.

He stopped in front of me, his figure overlapping mine through the glass.

Yuichi Fujisawa.

He showed up.