In the living room, Aoyagi poured two glasses of water for Nishida and Amamiya: "I'm sorry, there is nothing at home. Trouble seniors wait a minute, I'll go take a shower first. ”

"Alright, go ahead, pretend to be an old imp." Amamiya waved his hand and told Aoyagi to hurry up and take a bath.

"Then seniors, please take care of yourself."

Aoyagi held a yukata and other clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Soaking in the hot soup is very comfortable, and the fatigue and emotions accumulated throughout the day are dissipated in the mist and steaming. And the sense of comfort and fulfillment fills the heart.

After washing, I fumbled for a while before I put on the dark blue yukata.

"Long waiting", Aoyagi opened the door and walked into the living room.

There's no one in the living room, what's going on.

Hearing the rare voice of the inside, Aoyagi walked over, and his voice became clear.

"Amamiya-san, this should be Hayakawa-kun's room, just clean this room. His parents' room, we didn't fit into it. ”

"Nishida-san, what's wrong with this? Aoyagi lives alone, and he is a child, so he has to take care of him. It's just cleaning, no problem. ”

"Nishida-senpai, Sister Muhe."

Hearing Aoyagi's voice, the two who were cleaning looked back, Nishida Feng put the rag in his hand on the table where he was wiping, and said to Aoyagi: "I'm sorry, Hayakawa-kun, Amamiya-san wants to help you clean up, that's why I messed into the room." I'm sorry to be so presumptuous in your house. ”

Aoyagi hurriedly said, "Nishida-senpai, please don't say that. Thank you very much for helping me clean my house. But I'll just do it myself, it's really bothering you. It's not too early, and we should be on our way. ”

"Since you're done washing, let's go, and I'll clean up for you next time."

Before leaving the door, Amamiya handed Aoyagi a pair of clogs: "Come on, put it on." ”

The clogs are square in shape, with two teeth underneath, and are held in place with a rope strap. Clogs first appeared in the Celestial Empire and later spread to neon. It is mostly used for walking on mud roads on rainy days or to prevent the soles of the feet from being cut, but on the neon side, it has become standard with yukata. Under divergent associations, the yukata was originally a piece of clothing to wear after taking a bath, and the geta is not afraid of getting wet, so it really goes well.

Although he was not used to wearing flip-flop shoes, Aoyagi accepted the custom. Anyway, it's just one night, and you don't need to wear it for long.

I put on the clogs and tried to walk a few steps, but the soles of my feet were planks, which was not very comfortable to step on, and in addition, the points between the rows (the joint between the thumb and the two toes) were strangled by the rope. The most embarrassing thing is that I always feel that this clog does not stick to my feet, as if it is about to fall.

Aoyagi could only pull the clogs slowly, lest it fall, and as a result, he fell behind Nishida and Amamiya.

The road to the central square is still so deserted, but it doesn't seem lonely anymore.

The two people in front of them kept talking, talking about work, family, and so on. With the human voice, my heart is more at ease.

Aoyagi looked from behind the side, Amamiya was holding a fan in his right hand, blocking his face, and spoke softly.

Why is she so ladylike all of a sudden? It's not like her style. Aoyagi was a little confused.

Looking at Nishida's expression again, Aoyagi seemed to understand something, could it be ......

In Aoyagi's thoughts, they approached the central square, and the number of people began to increase.

"Hey, there are so many people here, the show must be over." Amamiya complained, but she still wanted to go to the square and see the campfire.

When we arrived at the square, the bonfire was still burning, illuminating most of the square as if it were daylight. But the show is over, and the square is empty, except for a few people to clean up. Crowds were scattered in the surrounding streets, strolling through various stalls. It was bustling and crowded along the way.

Nishida suggested to Amamiya, "Now that the show is over, let's go visit the stalls." ”

"Okay~"

……

"Aoyagi, come over here." Amamiya turned around in front of a booth and waved at him excitedly, "You should like playing this, right?" ”

Aoyagi walked over and saw that it was a goldfish stall.

I thought I was a child, how could I like this kind of childish game?

Oh, and now the body is indeed a little child. But age is something that still depends on the soul. Otherwise, how can someone always like to say that they are eternally eighteen years old? Also, judging by the way you are eager to try, you actually want to play on your own.

Of course, I can only think about this in my heart. Aoyagi shook his head firmly: "Don't play, it's boring." ”

"Hah, you little. I think it's troublesome to catch goldfish, it's okay, I'll help you catch it. Throwing the fan to Nishida, Amamiya seemed to want to roll up his sleeves, but he felt that it was not appropriate, so he raised his hands slightly, let the sleeves slip down a little, revealing a small section of his white forearms, and then squatted in front of the stall, picked up the net and began to catch goldfish.

So, if you want to play yourself, just say it, don't use me as an excuse.

Turning his head to look at Nishida, Aoyagi wanted to complain to him, but he saw him looking at Amamiya tenderly and smiling happily. Feeling some sour smell, Aoyagi had to resist the urge.

What impresses Aoyagi is that Nishida's smile has not stopped since he set off for the celebration, and it is still different. A light smile, a smile, a toothy grin; A soft smile, a knowing smile, an embarrassed smile. Although his expression has been changing, he can't get rid of the category of laughter.

Anyway, if he laughs for so long, won't his face be sour? Oh, and he's always smiling in the store anyway, and he's used to it.

I feel like a light bulb. No, I'm not even a light bulb, at most it's a backdrop, which doesn't interfere with them at all, but is a foiling prop.

"Alas, ran away." ……

"The net pocket made of paper is just hard to use, and it is broken again!" ……

"Okay, let's scoop it up in one go!" ……

When Amamiya caught the third goldfish, he calmed down a little, reluctantly stood up, looked at Nishida and smiled embarrassedly, while pulling the hair that was scattered when he got up behind his ears: "Oops, Nishida-san, I've been waiting for a long time, it's really rude just now." ”

Nishida's voice was gentle: "It's not long, do you want to fish for a while?" It's still early. ”

"Let's go to other stalls, three goldfish are enough, just one for each person. Aoyagi lives alone, and he is still a child, so he may not be able to raise fish well, so it is enough to give him one. ”

Aoyagi didn't know what to put on an expression, and talked about me again.

"Okay, let's go ahead and have a look." After saying that, the two of them walked straight forward.

By the way, don't you look at me if I'm still there? Could it be that accompanying me to watch the celebration is fake, and asking Nishida out is real? I'm just a prop, right? Give me back my touches!

The time of activity always passes quickly, the moon is eccentric, the crowd disperses, and the stalls begin to close. The three of Aoyagi also embarked on their way home.

"Alright, Aoyagi, the little ones should go to bed early. See you tomorrow. ”

"Goodbye, Nishida-senpai, Sister Muhe."

After sending Aoyagi home, Nishida and Amamiya left together.

After placing the fox mask and goldfish he had brought back, Aoyagi prepared to take another bath, and after a long walk around the festival, he sweated again.