It suddenly began to rain on a previously clear day, and there were occasional days of cloudy weather in Tokyo in late spring.

If you're at home, Naoki Natsume can also enjoy the ripples of the rain on the Kanda River and the cherry blossoms floating on the river.

However, there are few trees in the streets and alleys of Shibuya, and at first glance it looks like overturned colored ink, and even the color is darkened under the light gray sky.

In addition to those low-rise pedestrian streets, looking through the glass at the high-rise buildings in the distance is as magical as a twisted Rubik's Cube.

Sitting at a Thai restaurant on the second floor of Dogenzaka Street, Naoki Natsume looked at the street scene outside the window, his gaze slowly narrowed, and finally focused on the rain marks that slipped off the glass.

This is the Thai restaurant he recommended to Mao Asai, and it's a five-minute walk from Shibuya Station on the Yamanote Line.

"I've spoken to the chefs and they are very talkative and have a great attitude. When I was leaving, Natsume-kun didn't forget to remind me to take our ingredients. ”

Mao Asai's words drew Naoki Natsume's eyes back to the store, and the interior was very elegant, with white walls and wood carvings.

The white walls are like blank sheets of paper, and the oil paintings on them are like children's graffiti.

With both hands in the air, Asai shook them gently and gracefully, allowing the last bit of water left behind after drying to evaporate a little faster.

Wash your hands before eating, and the maid asks the Natsume family to follow good habits.

Naoki Natsume smiled when he heard this: "I know, when Kitahara used to work here, I often came to eat, and the service was very good. ”

As he was talking, as Asai Mao sat down, a waiter next to him brought the menu, and introduced the specialties to the two of them in an authentic Kanto dialect.

Naoki Natsume waited quietly for him to finish, just glanced at the menu and said, "I want a Thai pork knuckle rice, what about you?" ”

Asai Mao didn't even look at it, and took out a tissue to wipe his hands elegantly: "It's good to be the same as you." ”

What she ate didn't seem to matter to her, which made Natsume Naoki slightly surprised.

It seems like...... Not quite what you think?

Didn't Asai come out willfully and relax because of too much pressure?

"Okay then," he said to the waiter, "two servings of Thai pork knuckle rice, one slightly spicy and one not spicy." ”

Mao Asai looked up at him, and Naoki Natsume smiled back.

All the meals at home are made according to his preferences, for example, although he can't eat spicy, he can't eat spicy but not spicy, appetizing and always can't eat, which is a perfect inheritance of the eating habits of his previous life.

And as an authentic Japanese, Mao Asai has eating habits that are somewhat like Natsume's parents in the Hokkaido countryside, and almost never eat spicy food.

Even if the food she usually cooks for Natsume is spicy, she will prepare a small bowl filled with water by herself.

When I was a child in Hokkaido, my mother ate like this, so Naoki Natsume thought that maybe Japanese people were like this.

She saw all of this, so he asked for a non-spicy one.

"Don't have a favorite dish on the menu?" Natsume asked.

He still felt that something was wrong with Asai Mao today, and when he went out, he claimed that it was not a job, and asked for dinner to be cooked to his liking......

He thought that Asai Mao was too stressed at work and needed to vent, so he wanted to take her out for a walk and let her choose her favorite food.

Mao Asai shook his head: "I didn't look at the menu. ”

After that, she turned her head to look out the window at the rain, the street was crowded with pedestrians, a man and a woman without umbrellas, the boy put his coat over the girl's head, and the two of them were running in the rain.

Naoki Natsume looked at her side face, and suddenly felt that this girl was so mysterious that he had been with her for 28 days, and he hadn't seen through her heart, and he had no way of knowing her past.

It turned out that he didn't know her at all, Natsume Naoki thought to himself.

There seemed to be a streamer in Asai Mao's eyes, and she looked at the couple with her eyebrows lowered, and under the wet coat, the two of them were obviously drenched in the rain but laughed happily.

The couple on the street was just a passing passerby, and she soon lost interest and began to look at the shops on the street.

The woman leaned against the doorway and looked at the sky, complaining to the owner of the shop next door that there were no customers. The owner of the shop next door clasped his hands around his chest and smiled heartily and said that what does it matter, it always rains.

Soon the pork knuckle rice came up, and the two of them ate silently, behaving as naturally as at home.

In the eyes of the waiter, he is like an old husband and wife, even if he doesn't speak, he has a perfect tacit understanding-

The boy lowered his head and took a bite of rice, and as soon as he raised his head, the tissue box was already pushed in front of the girl; The girl wanted to drink water, and the hot water had been warmed up by the boy in advance.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

After eating, Mao Asai elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then got up to start the women's bathroom.

The elegant décor of the shop also includes toilets, which are clean and bright, and even have several sinks.

Asai Mao washed his hands, looked up at himself in the mirror, and suddenly bent down uncontrollably, and then covered his nose with his hands and coughed a few times.

After coughing, she frowned slightly, used her little white hand to pry the green silk to reveal her forehead, and then pressed the back of her hand to it.

Although the water was very cold, and the little hands that had been washed were also cold, Asai Mao still understood that his forehead was a little hot just now.

What followed was a strange feeling on my body.

Asai Mao gently clenched his fist in front of the mirror, felt the muscles of his arm drive his five fingers to contract and stretch, felt the slight pain that began to spread between the bones, and whispered, "This is ...... How does it feel like to have a cold? ”

In his mind, Asai Mao carefully recalled the weakness of the cold and found that he could only find memories before the age of six, and there was no comparison at all.

"Haven't you been sick in twelve years?"

Then she realized something even more unusual than not being sick for twelve years—since she hadn't been sick for twelve years, why did she suddenly catch a cold again?

And it's likely that it suddenly rained on the road just now, and after a short period of rain, she quickly caught a cold and then felt unwell?

…………………………

Originally, Naoki Natsume planned to take a good walk around Shibuya with Asai after eating, but it was rare to take a half-day vacation.

But because the spring rain came so suddenly, the two had no choice but to go home.

He writes at his desk in his study, and studying has become the norm.

The sound of the dripping rain outside the window, mixed with the unique earthy smell of the rainy day, diluted the bitterness of the Chinese medicine in the room, and made his mind feel a little more sad about the cherry blossoms in spring.

"Even the evening class was canceled."

The phone screen is open on the table, and the fluorescent white light tells the email from the professor in the slightly dimly lit room—

[Due to weather conditions, "Advanced Mathematics III" in the evening will be changed to online teaching, and gestures will be used to sign in, and attendance will be counted in the final grade.] ]

After all, online classes are not as efficient as offline classes.

I'm afraid that everyone else would be happy if they suddenly learned that the class had been changed, but Naoki Natsume wouldn't...... He had already played all morning in the morning, and he had never indulged himself all day in more than ten years.

There is a faint fragrance wafting outside the door, and Mao Asai is preparing for the evening's dinner.

In his previous life, Naoki Natsume loved to watch a food show called "Night Food", and the warm editing and beautiful atmosphere were the life he once longed for...... And, of course, the craftsmanship of the old knives.

Suddenly, his head was stabbed, and some memory fragments flashed through Naoki's mind.

Seem...... As a child, he told someone something similar, but he couldn't remember it anymore.

Suddenly, Naoki Natsume found that Asai Mao's skills didn't seem to be inferior to the old knife, and the maid claimed that her superb cooking skills were due to hard special training, which was for the needs of work.

But he feels that the cohabitation with the maid now and the life he longed for in his previous life seem to be missing only the camera soaked in the water, and the cat and dog running in the backyard.

Well......

When you're in better health, ask Asai if you'd like to have a cat!

After calming down, apart from the sound of rain outside the window, the gurgling stew in the kitchen seemed to become clear.

In this warm drizzly evening, Naoki Natsume studied for another hour and a half with the swaying cherry blossoms outside the window, and the call of Mao Asai came from downstairs.

"Natsume-kun, come down to eat."