Mao Mi Cold Spring looked at Makihiko Cold Spring's gaze.

I saw a peerless beautiful man walking out of the door.

He wore a kimono with a haori straddle draped over his shoulders, his left hand hidden in it, and his right hand in a plaster cast hanging from his neck, which made his already weak temperament even more weak, and there was a hint of funny funny.

He seemed to have cut his long hair short, but it was still a little long, still so disorganized, the slightly curly ends of his hair covered his eyebrows, and his calm eyes were exposed like a mirror, which made people look intoxicated.

Is he coming?

Is he really coming?

Is he here for me?

Takuya Aramura tightened his feather weaving straddle, walked slowly towards Mao Mei of the cold spring, stood in front of her, looking at the tear stains on her makeup, and a little imperceptible smile on her face, which was not obvious.

"Cold Spring, long time no see."

His voice was not loud and undulating, faint, but so touching.

Tears flashed in Shinami, she bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Hmm... Deserted village first... Senior... Long time no see..."

Takuya Aramura pulled Haori across and hugged her right hand in a plaster cast, sitting in front of her without caring about the image.

Facing the gaze that Cold Spring Mao Mi had been placing on him, he unhurriedly put away the tea set on the small tea table, and immediately began to make tea.

Pour the water into the teapot, shake the body twice, pour out the water, add the tea and water, and pour it out...

Finally, pour the tea brewed from the teapot into the four cups on the side.

Then, Takuya Aramura made a "please" gesture to Mao Mi of Cold Springs.

Mao Mi Cold Spring opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

Takuya Aramura shook his head, raised his arm to her, and motioned for her to drink tea.

Mao Mi Cold Spring hesitated for a moment, reaching out to hold the teacup.

It felt very warm, like a big warm hand, tightly clinging to her palm.

She didn't drink it, but she still wanted to say something.

"Senior, you..."

Takuya Aramura stretched out his left hand from the Haori span, and his thumb and middle finger held the teacup in Manami Ryozumi's hand and pushed it to her mouth, interrupting her unfinished words.

The little finger of Mao Mi of Cold Spring accidentally touched his thumb, which made her heart jump, and a tingling sensation spread to her whole body.

The rim of the cup was attached to her lips, which she had painted in precious Komachi red to cover her bloodless lips.

Takuya Aramura pressed his index finger against the bottom of the cup and flicked it down.

The mouth of the cup is slightly tilted, and the transparent and bright tea flows into the mouth of the cold spring Mao Mi.

A faint bitterness and astringency immediately spread throughout her mouth, flowing on her teeth, tongue... Then it soon disappeared again, replaced by a pleasant sweetness...

Putting down the teacup, Takuya Aramura lifted his cup of tea, took a sip, and then said in a voice that was so lazy that he didn't seem to wake up, "Cold Spring, I haven't seen you for a month, you've changed a lot."

Crash!

The koi in the pool not far away rolled and splashed.

A tear flowed from the eyes of Mao Mi of the cold spring.

She seemed to see the young man standing at the gate of Beijing University a few months ago, on her graduation day, wearing a raunchy short-sleeved T-shirt beach pants.

[Senior, I haven't seen you for a year, you've changed a lot. 】

That's what she said to him at the time.

At this moment, all the anger, grievances and sadness in her heart came to naught and disappeared.

He's coming.

He really came.

He's here for me!

Cold Spring Mao Miao never imagined that she would have a day when her heart was full of joy and was about to overflow.

Sure enough?

I still can't escape from the palm of this man's hand...

"Cold Spring." Takuya Aramura felt a little tired sitting cross-legged, so he leaned directly on the big pillar next to him, his eyes were half-squinted and half-open, and he looked at Manami Ryozumi's eyes as if he was smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling, "I still think you looked better before."

The culprit doesn't seem to realize that this is entirely his responsibility.

Mao Nami Cold Spring wiped the tears from her face with her cuffs, took a deep breath, and her face bloomed with the same proud and confident smile as before.

"That's just like you." Takuya Aramura smiled and nodded twice, "How has this time been?"

"It's not going well at all."

"How's that going?"

"Every day, I have to wear heavy makeup, wear bulky sleeves, and visit people I don't want to see...", Mao Mi Cold Spring, recounted the experience of the past two days.

Takuya Aramura leaned against the pillar, listening quietly, nodding from time to time.

"The most important thing is—" Mao Mi Cold Spring's words paused, her eyes staring straight at him, "I can't see you, senior..."

"Am I the one who made your life bad?" Takushi Aramura also made a rare joke.

"That's not right." Mao Mi Ryosen shook her head with a smile, her gaze softened, "It's that I can't see my senior, which makes me feel bad."

"I see—" Takuya Aramura looked up, thoughtful.

After a while, he lowered his head again and looked at her deeply.

"That's why I'm here."

The air fell silent suddenly.

All they could hear in their ears was the rustling of maple leaves blown against each other by the wind, the sound of running water in the pool... And also... The other party's breathing and heartbeat were not short, but very clear.

"Senior." Mao Mi Ryosen also stood up, walked up to him, and said softly, "Take me away, get out of here, leave Kyoto, you can go anywhere, as long as you're here."

"That's exactly what I mean." Takuya Aramura grabbed her arm, "Let's go now?"

"Of course." Cold Spring Mao Mei shook her head, broke free from the arm he was grabbing, opened his palm, and five fingers *** his fingers, clasped tightly.

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to do that." Takuya Aramura glanced down at her finger-clasped hand.

"Why can't I farm and arrange yarn?"

「…」

"Senior."

"Huh?"

"Let's go."

"Okay."

Mutsu Aoi Aki looked at their departing backs with dull eyes, and the hand holding the teacup remained motionless, and he didn't recover for a long time.

"Oops..." Shiihiko Ryoizumi stretched out, "The hardest thing has finally been solved..."

"But but—" Mutsu Aoi came back to her senses, scratching her ears and cheeks in a hurry, "If Miss and Aramura Senior leave like this, what will the head of the family do?"

"Hahaha..." Shikahiko Ryoizumi let out a hearty laugh, "Aoi Aki, didn't you just want to escape with Mao Yangmi? He also looks like a god blocking and killing a god, and a Buddha blocking and killing a Buddha."

"Uhhh On the spur of the moment..."

"Alright." Shinichiko Ryoizumi didn't know where to take out a car key and threw it at her feet, "Mao Yang Mei can't drive, and Aramura-kun can't drive a car if he has a broken hand, Aoi Aki, you go and send them."

"Yes!" Mutsu Aoi picked up the key and raised his steps to rush in the direction where Takuya Aramura and Mao Mi Rizumi had left.

"But—" She suddenly stopped, looking at Shikihiko Ryuzumi with some concern, "The head of the house..."

"Father and Kyoto will settle the matter, you don't have to worry." Shiihiko Ryuzumi picked up the ribs she had fallen and threw them into the air, "Take this."

Mutsu Aoi raised his arm, caught it, then bent down and bowed deeply to him, "Young Master Shichihiko, goodbye!"