"Hello."

Seiichi Kamiya immediately replied politely.

He was actually quite curious, just now he met the people who had finished the sporadic worship, and they all had their companions.

Only this girl did not, and came alone.

"I don't know how many levels it is to come and sweep the grave alone, and put it in the loneliness rating scale?"

Kamiya Qingichi muttered to himself.

He didn't ask, the two didn't mention it when they met, generally speaking, this kind of thing would happen, and it would not be a good thing.

Hey, how thin your life is, no matter how beautiful you look, you still have to live a happy life to be happy.

The two nodded at each other, then staggered their backs to each other.

The moment he passed by, Kamiya Qingyi smelled a faint fragrance.

One more point is too strong, such as rouge powder, and one point less is too light, such as the tasteless taste of dross.

It's quite in line with his personal preferences.

I wish you well.

Again, he whispered.

After arriving at the tomb of Kamiya's family, first of all, he cleaned up the weeds and fallen leaves around the tombstone, put them in a garbage bag, and then scrubbed the tombstone with water and a rag.

Next, he poured water on the tombstone and planted the flowers he had brought with him.

The stone bowl in the middle of the flower bed is replaced with clean water, which in the tradition of the 11th arrondissement means that it is for the deceased to drink.

Among them, the flowers used for tomb sweeping are also particular, and they cannot use thorny and poisonous varieties, and ordinary people will choose chrysanthemums or other white flowers, such as lilies.

After setting up the offerings and lighting the candles, Seiichi Kamiya stood in front of the tombstone with his hands folded.

"Ancestor bless, let those salted egg parents stop being so salted eggs!"

He didn't dare to pray for a wish that was too extravagant, and he was thankful that he could help fulfill this wish.

Compared to getting rich overnight and becoming a billionaire, or having an epiphany and becoming a super strongman, this is not too much, right?

After praying and putting the finishing touches on it, Seiichi Kamiya left the temple.

He didn't go home right away, and it was rare to go back to his hometown, he was wandering around.

In the early hours of the morning, there were very few people, and as the sun gradually rose, the people on the streets slowly increased.

During this period, I occasionally met some past classmates.

Some also took advantage of the holiday to come back to sweep the tomb, and some did not study after finishing middle school.

As a student at Tokyo Middle School, Seiichi Kamiya returned to his hometown, which was similar to returning to his hometown.

After walking for a while, Seiichi Kamiya came to the grass by the river and lay down, feeling the autumn breeze.

He likes quiet days, no quarrels, and time is slow.

Since I went to school in Tokyo, I haven't had much quiet time.

First, he was inexplicably involved in the night walk of a hundred ghosts, then he was running around for money, and then, then, there was a lot of messy things.

And now, he is short of money, but it is enough for the time being, and he does not need to be too stingy like before.

I listened to the sound of the river murmuring, and from time to time there were bicycles with bells ringing.

"That's life."

Kamiya Qingichi thought.

Beside him, a soft voice came from him, humming a familiar tune in a low voice.

Suddenly, the song stopped.

"Huh? What a coincidence. ”

Aichi Kamiya raised his eyelids and turned his head slightly to look.

"Are you...... What did the temple encounter before? ”

A girl wearing a dark brown kimono and holding a light gray paper umbrella nodded slightly.

Then, sit down one meter away from Aiichi Kamiya.

"The song you just sang? Is it Nakamura Night Feather? ”

The girl nodded, "His song itself is not bad. ”

"The song itself?"

Kamiya Qingichi asked curiously, since the girl sat down, it meant to chat.

"Yes," the girl smiled, "I like his songs, but I don't like him singing, and I generally like to listen to the female version in comparison." ”

"I thought you girls would like his voice more."

The girl stroked the hair around her ear, revealing her white ears.

"He himself is very handsome, his voice is very good, yes, and the public image he has created is also very good and flattering."

"However, he was marketed after all, and I can't see the authenticity of him himself."

"Of course, that's not why I don't like his singing."

The girl paused and said, "Mainly, I'm afraid that I like a man's voice, even if it's an idol, my fiancé will be jealous." ”

“？”

Can you have a good chat?

Suddenly feed the dog food?

Kamiya Qing was caught off guard and took a bite.

Isn't it amazing that you have a fiancé!

Although I don't have a fiancée!

However, if I want to have an object, I can pull one out of the demon knife space at any time!

Kamiya Qingichi shed tears in his heart.

Seeing that the person next to him was silent for a while.

The girl laughed: "Isn't it, suddenly a little lost?" ”

"Not really."

"Aren't all boys looking forward to beautiful girls? As long as the other party is single, even if they are not necessarily interested? ”

"That kind of thing only exists in TV dramas."

Kamiya Qingichi said lightly.

"Then if you sit next to a man, won't your fiancé be jealous if he knows?"

"Look."

The girl pointed to the distance between her and Seiichi Kamiya.

"Far enough, right? Not enough for me to move again. ”

“……”

Aiichi Kamiya was speechless.

"Actually."

The girl paused and continued, "I haven't met my fiancé yet. ”

“？”

"That ......" Kamiya Qingichi pondered his words and asked, "You guys...... It can't be online dating, right? ”

"You mean, he might actually be a handsome two-hundred-pound otaku?"

Forehead......

All right.

No more words.

"I'm from outside the city, and my fiancé is from here."

"I can tell you that your accent is not local."

The girl nodded, "Would you believe me if I said that not only did I not meet him, but I hadn't even spoken to him?" ”

Are you the legendary silly white sweet?

"From the time I was very young, my family told me that I had a fiancé, and I was actually quite repulsive at first, and then something happened and I was looking forward to him."

"I wonder if he was a handsome boy, like the big boy in the neighborhood. is still a shy boy, quiet and quiet, and only likes to stay in the corner and read. ”

"Usually not easy to speak, you may be indifferent on the surface, but you are very gentle on the inside."

Kamiya Qingichi hesitated, opened his mouth to say something, and stopped talking.

"I know, what you're trying to say."

The girl smiled lightly, "Are you worried, the higher I expect, the more disappointed I will be in getting along in the future?" ”

Seiichi Kamiya had already sat up at this time and nodded.

"Indeed, fantasy is often different from reality, and it is too much to impose the image of one's imagination on others."

"Still."

The girl said with a longing expression: "I would also think that in fact, he will be very steady, steady to the point of fear, but when necessary, he will also bravely come forward." ”

"He will be very calculating and stingy, but he will be very generous when the people around him need him."

"He will be lazy and take advantage of small loopholes, but when it is time to be diligent, he will work hard."

"There will be many, many disadvantages, few advantages, but each one is worth appreciating and indulging."

"I can be tired, I need to worry about him, I will complain about his stinky socks thrown away every day, I will nag him to come home early in the evening, there will be many, many complaints."

"I haven't met him, but I'm looking forward to meeting him."

"Now, would you expect that?"

"Looking forward to a romance called love at first sight."

"Looking forward to an encounter called growing old together."

"You don't need to be vigorous, you don't need to be magnificent, you don't need the sadness of life and death."

"Holding hands once in a prosaic way, the first person, and the last person."

"This fairytale beauty."

"Would you expect that?"

The girl smiled, smiling like a flower.