For Tetsufumi Hirakawa, life during the summer vacation is not much different from when classes are in school.

Stay at home every day, lazily blow the air conditioner, read a book, and go to school when it's time to go to work.

In school, in fact, most of the time they are just reading books, by the way, they manage discipline, supervise students, and prevent students from having any accidents.

Daily life is not shocking, even Shiori Shinohara, after the agreed time that day, he has not looked for him.

Say hello when we meet, and nothing else.

When it comes to the last agreed time, after everything is said and done, the matter of this girl is completely over, right?

That's how it should be.

It's just that Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who was leaning on the bed, put the book aside, looked at his mobile phone, and at this moment, the time displayed on it was: Saturday, August 9, 15:30.

Click on LINE, Shiori Shinohara's chat interface, showing the historical messages between them.

【10：00】

[Tetsufumi Hirakawa: Shinohara-san, what is the agreed place?] 】

[Shiori Shinohara: Tell Mr. Hirakawa when the time comes]

However, I haven't told him the time and place yet, so I don't understand.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa stared at her twice, ignored her, put down the phone again, and took the book again.

The book was taken down from the bookshelf after lunch, and I didn't pick a name, after all, I had read it all. After taking it down, I took a look at the cover, which was "Norwegian Wood".

Now I've seen the fourth chapter.

[I look at Midoriko's eyes, and Midoriko looks at my eyes.] I put my arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the mouth. Midoriko's shoulders only shook slightly. Then he closed his eyes softly. For about five or six seconds, we silently pressed to our lips, and the early autumn sun reflected her eyelashes on her cheeks, looking slightly trembling.

It was a tender kiss, a kiss that didn't know where it ended. 】

——

Towards the evening, a Japanese-style room.

Shiori Shinohara stood in front of the mirror, and the soft light in the room found out what she looked like at the moment.

The girl was wearing only a thin underwear and a yukata draped over her body.

The large area of red is a pattern of cherry blossoms.

Because of her mother, the eldest lady didn't wear kimonos, yukata and the like, and she was very handy.

engulf

Shiori Shinohara stared at the mirror, but instead of focusing on it, she was thinking about something intently, while slowly and methodically putting on her yukata.

Lifting the collar of the yukata and leveling the hem of the yukata at the ankles, revealing the girl's feet.

Although this is a somewhat clichéd story, the poor student gradually changes, grows, and finally aspires to become a teacher with the help of his teachers. ’

In my mind, the conversation in the campus corridor on the last day of July lingers. That was Mr. Hiragawa's past, his life, his wishes.

Arrange the sleeves of the yukata and wrap the yukata around your body with the left half on top and the right half on the bottom.

Therefore, the profession of teacher is of great importance to me, and the duty of teaching and educating people is sacred to me. ’

This is the case with this teacher who is always bound by the identity of a teacher...... Maybe it's not called bondage, for him, he's willing to do so.

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Pick up the thin belt, wrap it around the waist, and tie it tightly, revealing the outline of the girl's slender waist.

I hope that Shinohara-san will understand this and understand how important it is to me to be a teacher. ’

She naturally understood, very early on.

Identity, duty, the beginning of everything, the person who said to her that day, "I know that I can't do it" and walked into her house. If it weren't for such a belief, would anyone really do such a nosy thing?

Reach out and pull the yukata flat, straighten the placket, buckle the buckle, and secure the yukata.

And, even though I won't see the teacher anymore, I don't want to live up to her trust. I told her that I wanted to be a great teacher like her. ’

This teacher lived up to the expectations of the teacher in the story, as agreed when applying for the university, a good teacher, naturally, absolutely. Shiori Shinohara is so firmly convinced.

But......

Fold the red belt, wrap it around your chest twice, tie it into a bow, tuck the excess part of the belt between the belt and the yukata, and wrap the bow around the back.

So, Shinohara-san, I hope this is the last time I refuse. After that, it's enough to stop. ’

It is precisely this duty that has almost irrefutable reasons for refusal, and all expectations seem to be empty.

The yukata is already dressed.

Shiori Shinohara's slightly distracted gaze focused on the mirror.

In the mirror, a girl wearing a cherry blossom pattern yukata.

The dignified and elegant lady in this Japanese-style room is like blending in with the yukata. Decent, natural.

She raised her hand slightly, her cuffs swayed, and in the cherry blossom color, a piece of white appeared, which was her wrist.

I can't find the slightest flaw.

Shiori Shinohara looked at it, turned around, and the mirror printed the red bow on her back.

She walked away and walked to the dresser.

Shiori Shinohara rarely does makeup, but this time, she should apply some makeup.

The girl sat down at the dresser.

Her face was reflected in the makeup mirror, and against the backdrop of the red yukata, although no makeup had been applied, her already white and flawless face already looked extraordinary.

She picked up the makeup on the table, as well as the tools, and stroked it one by one.

……

The makeup is done, but it is just makeup, but it also makes the face of the original young girl more delicate.

Not bad.

Shiori Shinohara looked left and right a few times and stood up.

Time to go.

Sending out the agreed time and place, putting on a pair of clogs and carrying a small bag, Shiori Shinohara walked out of the room.

The hallway of a Japanese-style house extends to the door.

Shiori Shinohara walked while looking at the reply on her phone.

Obviously, the other party expressed doubts about the agreed time and place, but the wayward eldest lady did not intend to explain.

It will always come.

When I put away my phone and raised my face, the young maid of the family was standing a little distracted in the corridor.

“……”

“……”

After Shiori Shinohara looked at her suspiciously, the maid blinked, and when she came back to her senses, she put her hands in front of her and bowed slightly.

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“…… Miss. ”

Shiori Shinohara nodded and whispered in response, taking a step forward.

But after only one step, she stopped, and she looked at the maid to the side.

“…… Miss, what's wrong? ”

"The ......"

Shiori Shinohara opened her mouth slightly, revealing a little white teeth, as if she didn't know whether to say it or not.

In the end, after a moment of such entanglement, the eldest lady finally asked.

She raised her hand and fiddled with her long coiled hair.

"Kurosaka...... Me, huh...... Is it good-looking? ”

“……”

The hallway was quiet for a moment after Shiori Shinohara's voice fell, and then—

"Huh......?"

Kurosaka seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and her eyes were blank, this was the first time she had heard such a question from the mouth of this eldest lady.

Fortunately, the maid's literacy still made her come back to her senses in time, bow her head, speak unhurriedly, and her tone was full of emotion.

"The eldest lady's appearance is already outstanding, and after the yukata is decorated and then painted with makeup, it is even more gorgeous. In fact, the first time I saw the eldest lady, I lost my mind. I accompany the eldest lady day and night to be like this, I think if it is someone else, the first time I see the eldest lady, I will be amazed. ”

"Hmm...... Is that so? Miss Shinohara-sama put down her hand to play with her hair, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, but she asked softly as she pretended not to care.

"Of course." Kurosaka bent over.

"Okay."

With a slight bow of her head in understanding, Shiori Shinohara walked forward again.

Leaving Kurosaka alone to think.

The eldest lady, who is usually alone, puts on a yukata and paints makeup, is she going to the summer festival with whom?

……

……

……

The wayward eldest lady guessed correctly, Tetsufumi Hirakawa did have considerable doubts about the agreed time and place.

This is a street outside the shrine torii.

In the early evening, the sun has already set, but there is still light extending from the skyline, rendering a dark blue-purple sunset and gray-blue sky.

Below, in the hazy lights, the bustling street scene is full of people. From the gap in the crowd, there is a street with all kinds of stalls on the side of the street.

There was some noise in my ears, all kinds of conversations, shouts.

The words "sacrifice" and "fireworks" appeared in the eyes of Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

“……”

Summer festivals are events that have been held all over Japan since the beginning of summer.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa naturally knows.

But...... Didn't you say yes, but talk about it? Why is it at the summer festival?

Tetsufumi Hirakawa raised his phone, and on the line, the girl did not answer his questions.

"Mr. Hirakawa will know when he comes."

Just saying that.

After thinking about it for a long time, I was really helpless. Tetsufumi Hirakawa's "last decision" for the girl was finally invited.

But the girl hasn't arrived yet.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa put away his phone for the time being, and sketched the appearance of the festival here with his eyes.

The decoration is quite exquisite, and under the combination of various lights, it looks very gorgeous. There is a lot of traffic, companions, friends, family and lovers, partners, holding hands, wandering between the stalls.

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It's a pretty lively festival.

In the crowd, you can also see women in yukata from time to time, with a little classical style, talking and laughing with their companions.

Saying-

Tetsufumi Hirakawa suddenly thought of a question-

Shiori Shinohara, won't she come in a yukata too?

This question just came to Hirakawa Tetsufumi's mind, and before he could think about it, a girl's soft shout came from behind him.

"Mr. Hirakawa, I'm here."

Miss Shinohara's voice is clear and pleasant, and it is very recognizable, and you can hear it at once.

"Shinohara-san."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa turned around and shouted out her name, and then, naturally, asked the question that he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"I think you should explain why you ......"

Halfway through the question, his voice suddenly became quieter and quieter, until he was completely drowned out in the hustle and bustle of the festival.

Shiori Shinohara stood in front of him, very close.

The first thing that catches your eye is the girl's face. The lights are dim, and the girl's delicate makeup is folded into her eyes.

The already outstanding look, a little makeup embellishment, no more, no less, a little more delicate. It seems that the early cherry blossoms in early spring have become cherry blossoms in full bloom in April.

The long hair of a girl who is usually common is coiled up at the back of her head, and her delicate neck, like snow, is all exposed to her sight.

And on the body, just as I had inadvertently imagined just now, the girl was dressed in a yukata.

Miss Shinohara-sama and yukata are a perfect match, just like a summer festival and a fireworks festival are a perfect match.

The cherry blossom pattern yukata and the delicate red wrap the straight figure in the night scene, and this red also sets off the whiteness of the girl's skin.

Indeed, it is like a cherry blossom in full bloom, so gorgeous that it is speechless.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked at Shiori Shinohara's outfit, and the words that he was going to ask were stuck in his throat.

It's human nature to appreciate beauty, and even he must admit that Shiori Shinohara tonight is amazing.

is so amazed that anyone who sees this girl's appearance for the first time will pay attention to it and stop.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa is not alone.

At the entrance of the bustling festival, passers-by walked by, and some people bumped into each other.

"Hey."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

“……”

In such a movement, Tetsufumi Hirakawa came back to his senses.

He closed his open mouth, glanced at the person next to him, and quickly withdrew his gaze, focusing on the girl.

"Hirakawa-sensei."

Shiori Shinohara also withdrew her curious gaze. Then, she lifted her hand, and the sleeves of her yukata slid down the girl's smooth arms, revealing a small section of polish. In her hand was a small bag.

She spun slowly around in front of him.

A white nape with a large bow tied with a red belt.

"What do you think of Shiori's outfit today?"

“……”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa swallowed back the "good-looking" that he blurted out almost subconsciously.

He fixed his gaze on Shiori Shinohara's face, her eyes, and her tone a little more serious.

"Shinohara-san, I think...... You should explain why we're here. ”

The question was asked again.

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"Hmm...... About this. ”

Shiori Shinohara, who also looked directly at the teacher in front of her, pondered, and replied, "This is the summer festival, of course we are here to participate in the festival." ”

Hirakawa Tetsufumi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then frowned slightly: "Then let's talk about it and make a final decision?" ”

"This ...... Wait until after visiting the festival. ”

“……”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa couldn't help but open his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the girl.

At this moment, the sky has lost its brilliance, and in the night illuminated only by lights, Shiori Shinohara's eyes reflect colorful colors.

She bowed.

"Hirakawa-sensei, for the last time, Shiori wanted to attend a festival with Hirakawa-sensei. In the future, I won't bother Mr. Hirakawa anymore, so today, please let Shiori be willful. ”

“……”

"The last time" and "only once" are very cunning expressions, betting on the unpredictable future until now in the hope of achieving the present goal.

Sometimes, however, this is a rather difficult statement to refuse.

The last time is a prayer, a regret, a regret that is almost irreparable, a regret that makes the other party make up for it.

“……”

Eventually, after the girl straightened up, a smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth amid the silent nod of the person opposite.

"Well, Mr. Hirakawa, let's go."

——

I inexplicably participated in this festival.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa did think so when he followed Shiori Shinohara's back and walked into the entrance of the festival street.

Shiori Shinohara's idea is a bit unpredictable.

However, this problem was quickly forgotten in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

After all, people are still quite easily infected by the atmosphere, just like watching a comedy in a movie theater, which is always more enjoyable than watching it alone.

Summer nights, hot and dry air. There are people all around, all kinds of chattering and slapstick.

Colorful lights, exquisite decorations, and snacks with tantalizing smells from the stalls.

This is the festival, a lively festival.

Beside her, there is also a girl wearing a yukata and walking briskly.

The clogs "stomped" on the ground.

"Shinohara-san, are you wearing clogs?"

At this time, Tetsufumi Hirakawa noticed the delicate feet of Miss Shinohara-sama below.

Shiori Shinohara also looked down, then looked up at him again, holding a bunch of candy apples in her hand.

"Well, Mr. Hirakawa, what do you think?"

“…… It's a good fit for Shinohara-san. ”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who hadn't eaten dinner and was now eating fried noodles, said indistinctly and looked at the stall on the side of the street.

But it quickly turned back.

He stared at the corners of Shiori Shinohara's mouth.

"Shinohara-san, your mouth."

"Huh?" Shiori Shinohara took a small bite of the apple candy, and the noisy environment made her unable to hear what the teacher next to her was saying, and asked suspiciously.

At the same time, her cheeks puffed up slightly, moving and moving, which was very cute.

The lively festival atmosphere, the dazzling lights, and the delicate girls around you-

It's true, all this makes Tetsufumi Hirakawa a little hot.

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He naturally stretched out his hand, and in Shiori Shinohara's somewhat stunned expression, his fingers poked the girl's white and tender face, fell slightly, and then removed the rock candy stained on the girl's mouth.

"There's something."

It wasn't until he flicked the rock candy off casually that Tetsufumi Hirakawa came back to his senses and looked at his fingers.

“……”

“……”

"Ah...... That, I'm sorry. ”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa smiled and put away his hand, looked at Shiori Shinohara, and apologized.

“…… Never mind. Shiori Shinohara reacted and smiled, and her other free hand was raised, wiping the place that was originally stained with rock sugar.

"Also, if Shiori is not mistaken, Hirakawa-sensei just laid down the rock candy on someone else."

“…… Is that so? ”

"Well, I can see it clearly,"

“……”

“……”

"I'm sorry." Apologizing to the innocent passers-by in the crowd who no longer knew where to go, Tetsufumi Hirakawa silently picked up the fast son again and finished the last bite of fried noodles.

The two of them continued to wander and chat in the streets of the festival, and the conversation was endless.

——

"Has Mr. Hirakawa ever attended a festival with someone before?"

"Yes, I was in junior high school and high school, and I came here with my classmates."

"Shiori has only one person who has been here, and other times, with my mother's words, is only on the cruise ship."

“…… Good. ”

——

"What fruit does Hirakawa-sensei like?"

"Fruit...... It's all ok. ”

"How's the orange?"

"Okay."

"Let's go to oranges...... Here, two servings of orange-flavored shaved ice. ”

“…… It turned out to be asking this. ”

——

On a midsummer night in August, I scoop the shaved ice with a spoon in my hand, and the ice cubes are cold and sweet with the flavor of oranges.

The hot and dry air cooled down.

Eating silently, walking, the radio rings in my ears.

"The fireworks display will start in half an hour, and the fireworks display will start in half an hour, so if you want to see it, please go to the ......"

The loud radio was repeated, stirring up movement among the tourists in the streets.

Naturally, Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Shiori Shinohara, who were hanging out, were also attracted to attention.

"Mr. Hirakawa, let's go." Shiori Shinohara lifted her face and looked at him.

"Hmm."

The summer festival and the fireworks festival are a perfect match, just like Shiori Shinohara and yukata are a perfect match.

When you come to the festival, you always have to watch the fireworks display.

——

Following the guidance of the radio and the direction of the tourists, Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Shiori Shinohara soon arrived at the location of the fireworks display.

An empty clearing—of course this is when no one is around, and now it's a bit crowded.

A girl in a yukata stood beside him.

"Shinohara-san, I think it's almost time to have a good talk."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked up at the night sky, which was completely dark.

The fireworks had not yet risen into the sky, and the night was deep.

"Hmm."

The girl answered softly.

——

A noisy crowd surrounds you, but the atmosphere between Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Shiori Shinohara is a little quiet.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was waiting for the girl next to him to speak, the last decision.

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Shiori Shinohara, she was thinking about how to speak.

"Are you alright?"

When the radio was only ten minutes away from the fireworks display, Tetsufumi Hirakawa asked.

"Alright."

When Shiori Shinohara nodded like this, she saw the teacher who was waiting for the fireworks with his face up, casting his gaze.

"Please."

"Then ......" Shiori Shinohara looked back at Tetsufumi Hirakawa's gaze, his face, "Mr. Hirakawa also listened to Shiori tell a story, is it okay?" ”

"Hmm."

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