After lunch, Asama and Futami hid under the parasol again, drinking the cold brew tea that Asama made at home in the early morning.

The owner of the Umiya refills the Asama kettle with water and ice.

Futami took a sip of tea with the lid of the pot and said with a smile,

"It's still better to drink the tea of Jingshui-kun~"

"I'll give you some of this tea later, you don't need any skills to make cold brew tea."

"The tea brewed by Rubbing Jingshui Jun is delicious. Cheers~"

Asama numbly clinked glasses with Futami.

The sound of the waves came one after another, as if the high wall of the Maginot Line in his heart was collapsing and collapsing kilometer by kilometer.

He is still reviewing himself.

The possessiveness of beauty has made me suffer enough in my previous life, is it really my nature that is difficult to change?

He didn't want to bow to his desires, but today's desires had slapped his face.

But he couldn't admit it anymore.

Because, it's just a mass of desire, because, it's not a desire for a person.

This desire is unfair and even a little cruel to the girls who come with love with all their hearts.

I don't know how much of these selfish desires of fraternity, hidden behind rejection and suspicion, have been written into their eyes and how much they have seen.

He didn't know anymore.

He completely lost the detachment of staying out of the matter when doing love counseling.

Hermann Hesse's cry "I must leave, I must go far, my heart must go to freedom" echoed in his mind.

Asama quickly dissipated the sentence in his mind.

Start and finish.

You started by yourself, and you must not leave before the results are out. That's downright damage.

The best ending is that they don't need an ending given by others (including him), they find the state they want on their own.

They don't belong anywhere, they don't belong to anyone, they belong to themselves.

Their tendency to be non-subjective makes Asama very restrained in his suggestions.

In fact, the goal has long been set, which is to let them stay away from the love brain and find their own life pursuit.

It's just that he doesn't learn and doesn't know how to deal with their long-term soft and hard offensive, but he rolls in the quagmire of desire like a pig.

In the "Barbie" movie, the male protagonist Ken did not become a couple with the female protagonist Barbie in the end, why can't they respect him as Ken respects Barbie and respects him Asaha still water?

"Brother. If you're not feeling well, how about taking a walk together? ”

Looking at Futami's caring eyes, Asama nodded, took off his sunglasses, and put them in his drawstring pocket.

So, is the person who boiled the frog in warm water actually himself?

"Okay."

Futami finished the teacup of tea, handed it back to Asama, put on her hat, carried her Chanel denim handbag, patted the sunscreen suit, and stood up.

Asama tidied up her things, picked up the drawstring bag for the kettle and miscellaneous items, followed Futami, and walked towards the beach.

The position of the sun has shifted westward, breaking into the picture scroll of the sky, mountains, and sea of the Zushi Coast.

Passing through the crowd of threes and twos, the two walked towards the south, and some of them recognized that it was the pair of troublesome brothers and sisters who immediately hid away.

The waves came in waves, and they didn't reach their ankles, and some of the sand and foam were sent into Asama's sandals, and the foam disappeared into water, but the sand stuck to their feet.

Asama took a step towards the sea, trying to wash the sand off the sandal.

Futami took off her white camellia strap flat sandals, squatted down again, and held a handful of seawater in the palm of her hand.

A shallow handful of sea water was not clean in her hands.

"It's yellow in the palm of your hand, but it's blue overall."

Is there a reason why there is a small estuary in the south?

If it's with the Isshiki beach to the south, the water may be clearer.

Asama also squatted down.

"What's wrong?"

"With me, will my brother be bored?"

"You're all role-playing, what do you think?"

In fact, Asama is a person who is not bored by himself or alone in a group.

The current state is not so much boring as torment, and it is clear that yesterday and Immortal Chuan were not so uncomfortable on a date

Well, it's just as depressing.

"However, I rarely see my brother laughing."

"Didn't you laugh all the time when you cleaned up the garbage?"

"That's just my brother to make the garbage scared of you, isn't it?"

Asama sat directly on the beach and said,

"Dualism, or triadism, is not a good thing, laughing is not that good, crying is not so bad.

Just as night and day are as important, procrastination represents strong resistance to pressure, three-minute heat represents strong execution, difficult choice represents comprehensive viewing, fragile and sensitive represents strong empathy, social phobia represents strong concentration, and people-pleasing personality represents prominent user thinking and likes to trouble others represent being good at assigning work. Every weakness that doesn't seem good can also become a strength.

People with facial paralysis, introverts, loneliness, cripples, paranoia, as long as human nature is greater than animal nature, should have a respectful lifestyle. ”

"When my brother says these things, he's always very handsome~"

"Yuehai, don't role-play anymore."

By Futami's side, listening to Futami keep calling him brother and brother, Asama felt like a whale stranded on the beach, and he couldn't get angry.

"Didn't Jingshui-kun take the lead first?"

"I apologize to you."

"Well, it's not sincere."

"Then take back the apology."

Futami also sat down with a smile, put the blue handbag on his lap with one hand, and tapped the waves beside Asama's finger with the other, and asked,

"Does Shizumi-kun have a sister in his hometown?"

"Nope."

"Have you ever played brother and sister with anyone else?"

Asama, who has played other roles such as his boss, master, brother, nephew, and father, thought of Arkham and Akasha in the cultural festival stage play, and shook his head.

"Not ever."

"Hey~~~"

"What's wrong?"

"Unconsciously, I have harvested another first time for the sake of Jingshui-kun~"

The sun was a little hard, and the girl's face was red.

Asama followed Shanks' movements and buttoned his hat on Futami's head.

"Girls, don't say such ambiguous things."

Erjian raised his hands holding the bag, pressed the hat, and smiled sweetly,

"Okay, big teacher."

Why are you playing role-playing again?

[If an idea has been put on hold for a long time, and all kinds of imagination have been added to it, then it must be realized. Even if you know that the illusion may be shattered. 】

Asama knew that this sentence was as tightly fitting as a combination of precision-cut metal pieces and parts, whether it was applied to him or on Futami.

A group of surfers around the age of 12-13 charge into the sea with colorful surfboards.

Asama and Futami stand still on the beach as if they had encountered a school of dangerous sailfish.

There was also a younger friend, sitting on her dad's shoulder, screaming as her dad threw his surfboard into the sea with one hand.

Futami smiled softly, turned his head to Asama and said,

"Jingshui-kun, I received a call from my father yesterday."

"How's Uncle over there?"

"It's going well, Dad also asked me to say hello to Jingshui-kun."

"That's so polite."

Futami pondered for a moment and said,

"He asked me, how is the relationship with you going?"

"How do you answer that?"

"I said, the relationship is very good, the progress, I don't know very well."

"Did you ask about your studies and life?"

"Of course, after chatting for more than an hour, there is also the fact that the exam has advanced to the top 70 thanks to the guidance of Jingshuijun."

Although most of them are talking about Jingshui-kun and you.

Exams, filmmaking, band-making, departmental activities.

Asama also remembered the scene two days ago when he was made a phone porridge by his parents because of Pochi's incident.

"The main reason for the progress in the exam is you, and the paper was not written by me."

But the roll is almost yours.

"There's a lot of broken shells and wood in the sand ahead, be careful, and follow my route."

"Hmm."

The two went from walking side by side to being separated by two books, and Asama led the two to walk.

Looking at the shallow marks left by Asama on the beach, Futami suddenly asked,

"Jingshui-kun, you said, if it's just a friend relationship, then if this relationship is only to this extent, to what extent will it be diluted by time?"

She understands that if it is just this kind of relationship that does not go up or down, like fresh water, in the end she will not leave any footprints on the shore called Asama.

"Flames will go out, magma will solidify, stars will decay, but their cycles are not the same. Our friendship should not be seen as a walk on the sand, I think it is a carving in a stone, even if it will be worn out, until after we die.

If you want to transcend time, you have to chase something solid. Fish will die in the sea, trees will die in the forest, and uncultivated fields will grow with weeds, but fairy tales will be sung, great deeds will be remembered, reliable rules will still run in society, and respected conventions will be replicated in the lives of others. ”

The second sight naturally understood, and he hoped that he would abide by his friend's agreement.

Asama, who is like an iceberg, is wrestling with her stubbornness.

Carving on stone?

But what I want to engrave is all the words of love for you.

The way you smile at me is more memorable than any epic feat.

I will listen to you and love you meekly.

You see

I love my own mouth, it can turn away anyone for you.

I love my eyes, because of its gaze, always private for you.

You don't have to worry about the cooling of love, it's hotter than any star in the sky.

Asama dodged the volleyball attack that he didn't know whether he wanted to do or not, but he didn't escape the look of the second sight.

What I want to say about chasing solidified things is by no means the burning love that solidifies into substance in the eyes of second sight.

A few children who accompanied their father to dig sand on the beach pointed to the white-haired Asama and said curiously,

"Daddy, look, what a young grandpa!"

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense. ”

Futami put his hat back on Asama's head and said with a smile,

"What the crane hair and boy face are talking about is Jingshui-kun, should I also dye my hair pure white?"

"Dyeing your hair is not good for your health, but natural is good-looking."

The second sight of his eyes wandered for a while, and one hand lifted the black hair on the left side behind the ear, and the whole ear was red.

"Isn't it pretty?"

"It's good to be realistic."

resisted the urge to kiss Asama, and looked at Asama at the second sight, and the distance between the two was narrowed a little further.

"I always feel that Jingshui-kun has said such things to me many times~ awkward, but unique praise."

No, it can't be, don't talk nonsense.

"Unless I'm a barber."

"Maybe it was in the last life~Director~"

At 3 p.m., the two walked near the "Season of the Sun" monument.

The sun's face, which is decorated as a monument, has a distorted expression, and there is no sense of playfulness, but a sense of evil that is underplayed.

Shintaro Ishihara, the author of the book "The Season of the Sun", wrote on the tablet the words "The season of the sun has begun".

Shintaro Ishihara is a very contradictory person, he is both a right-winger, and I heard that he is also a fan of hair, but from a shallow point of view, he is just a pragmatist believer.

The label patriotism may have been true when Shintaro Ishihara was young. But those who have a little brain know that patriots who are caught in the middle of the three big countries and still talk about sovereignty in vain will not be able to defend anything, and no one will be able to do the opposite. He co-authored "Japan Can Say 'No'" with Sony founder Akio Morita, which is quite funny in the eyes of Americans.

Shouting slogans but not changing anything patriotic, it's just a character for cheating votes.

This man certainly has the ability to do so, and his political career has been extremely successful, and the "Ishihara faction" was once a force to be reckoned with in the LDP. But Nobuaki Ishihara, the second generation, couldn't do it, and the faction collapsed with Ishihara's death.

In literature, Ishihara was also successful. "The Season of the Sun" is a youth book that does not fall under the name of the Akutagawa Prize, and some of the first works also inherit the anti-American and anti-capitalist spirit of Yukio Mishima. He is often seen in Japanese film and television dramas.

This kind of person who obviously doesn't look down on him has been very successful, which makes people really nervous.

Asama likes Wilde's real big stinky mouth, and he also likes Murakami's sullen squeamishness who is sensitive to action and words.

Ishihara? Like not to come.

"Has Jingshui-kun seen "The Season of the Sun"?"

"I've seen a little."

"Is it pretty?"

"It's not pretty, it's much worse than Maugham."

"Oh."

The monument was the end of the beach, and the two walked back from the monument.

The strong wind on the road blew Asama's hat away, but it was picked up by Asama's speed of light.

A foreigner wearing a hat, who looked like a reporter, was holding a cannon barrel and approached the two of them at Asama.

"Hi, hello, can I take a picture of you?"

Asama looked at Futami, who nodded and asked again,

"It's a picture of the two of us, right?"

"No problem."

"Then shoot it."

The photographer smiled,

"You don't have to stand, just walk side by side naturally, like you did, and it would be better if you could hold hands."

Futami looked at the photographer and wanted to give him all the cash in his bag.

After the photographer took two photos, Asama shouted to stop and communicated with the photographer to ask him to take a few solo photos of Futami.

After handing over a piece of Yuji, he checked the device with a shallow pass, and subconsciously snapped his fingers a few times, and then began to press the shutter on Futami.

Originally, I was disappointed that I couldn't take a few more group photos, but after being pointed at by Asama with the camera, it was as if my body was overpowered.

Being stared at and caught by him makes her heart skip a beat.

If only there were just the two of them on this beach.

Asama, who has both mobile phone photography and cinematographic skills, naturally acquired camera photography skills.

【Ding】

[Detected that the host has at least 3 photography skills of lv.1 level or above, merge all the host's photography skills, and synthesize random new skills of the same kind]

[Acquired Skill: Love Photo Lv.1.]

Skill Description: When taking a picture of someone else, the subject's favorability towards the skill user is +5, and the subject's charm in the photo work is +1;Take a picture of others and ask the other party to approve the photo work, the opponent's favorability is +20 (each unit only takes effect once in a week); After the photo work is publicly released and receives attention, the favorability of the photographed person towards the skill user and the amount of attention is improved. If you take a photo with a skill user's friendship of 100 units or more, you can direct the opponent to adjust their clothing and posture according to their own minds during the shooting. 】

How did you brush up on this skill again, do you want to go further and further on the road of the ugliest succubus in Tokyo?

Asama shook her head.

"Any questions?"

Futami looked at Asama and shook his head, walked over and asked.

"It's nothing, it feels good to walk naturally just now, it's okay to keep your head down, you can walk with a slightly larger stride and your arms open."

Futami was very cooperative in fulfilling Asama's request and once again attracted a lot of attention.

People who just came to Zushi Beach thought it was a new model who was taking a photo album.

The cold beauty becomes sweet unconsciously.

The sense of sunshine on the face filters the heat of summer, and many people even feel the meaning of brilliance.

Bright, fresh, and full of vitality, every gesture from walking to jumping and running is well captured by Asama into the camera.

The foreign photographer couldn't help but widen his eyes behind Asama.

He has been wandering in the Japanese photography industry for many years, so he is naturally knowledgeable.

The feeling of Asama photographing girls not only has the sweetness and purity of the girls under the lens of the master Yuki Nishida of the last century, but also the energetic colors and emotional expressions under the lens of the cutting-edge photographer Yuyuki Okuyama.

Aperture, shutter speed, ISO, parameters go through the brain, and the photographer suddenly feels very rewarded.

The money was hot in his hand, and Yukichi was stuffed back into Asama's drawstring pocket by the photographer.

The photographer who had finished teaching the tuition realized the amazing chemistry between the girl who was glowing on the beach and the white-haired boy.

He seemed to be herself, and knew what kind of state she liked best.

She also seems to be himself, knowing what he wants in the lens.

In a series of images, there is no such roughness or deficiency that needs to be refined.

True, natural, and gushing emotions turn the photographic work into a carrier of the story.

Of the more than 100 images taken by Asama in a row, foreign photographers said that at least 80%, no, 90% could be regarded as uncorrected films.

At the end of the shooting, after Futami confirmed all the photos, he quickly took two pictures of Asama like a prank.

Asama retrieved the camera, skillfully pulled out the memory card, and while handing the camera, he also gave the foreign photographer the unsent Yukichi.

Photographers aren't happy anymore.

After the friendly stalking of foreign photographers, Asama took the money he handed back, added the photographer's contact information, promised to send him the previous works in the memory card, and said that he would also send him the photos of the two of them he took, after all, they are the photographer's own works.

"Aren't you going to release such a good work?"

Asama looked at Futami and asked her opinion, who shook his head.

She didn't want to show it off at all, and she was ready to go home and print out the photos and keep them for safekeeping.

"This young lady, can you tell me your X or INS number?"

"No need."

Futami waved his hand and pulled Asama to trot all the way in the direction of the original sea house.

Their footprints were soon covered with new footprints,

However, some scenery has been solidified in each other's hearts. (End of chapter)