After eating the bento, Tomorrow smoked and rested on the picnic mat.

The bright sun shone on the girl's white cheeks, and the shadows of her hair shrouded in mottled shadows.

The smell of grass was in the air.

Every now and then there is a strong wind blowing.

Hayabusa Kimura took off his coat and gently covered Tomorrow's body.

The girl who was resting with her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth swept up a beautiful arc.

The sparkling waves on the surface of the lake shimmer.

It seems like......

There is also such a clip in the script of "Tonight、世界からこの爱が消えても".

What an old-fashioned couple.

I don't know why, Hayabusa Kimura thought so.

He looked down at the plastic bag that had landed on his lap, which had just rolled off his coat.

The plastic bag contained the handful of small grass flowers that the convenience store clerk had given him.

Hayabusa Kimura looked at Asuka, who was resting peacefully beside him, and carefully opened the plastic bag.

Take out the bouquet inside.

The chaotic small flowers sway gently in the wind, and the variety of bright colors is pleasing to the eye.

Who said these were just small wildflowers that were common on the side of the road.

It is clearly the winner of life who blooms unyieldingly in the corner of the winter wall.

Holding the bouquet in his hand, Hayabusa Kimura looked at the green lawn around him.

As he expected, there were no flowers in Qiyu Park in winter.

Even Ojisan, who sold flowers, disappeared.

Looking at the bouquet in his hand, Hayabusa Kimura couldn't help but shake his head.

Won't this be a bit earthy, I always feel like those outdated uncles in neon film and television dramas in the last century.

Use rustic means to coax the girl to be happy.

Speaking of which, when my father and mother had not yet died.

Every time my father came home late from drinking, he would always pick a bouquet of flowers from the country road and give it to my mother.

Although my mother would still scold my father harshly, those flowers had always been cherished by my mother in a vase and could not be touched.

I remember my father said that my mother was deceived by him with a wreath of grass and flowers.

Even though it was a joke, my father would always weave a ring of flowers for my mother.

However, whether it is a flower in a vase or a wreath of small flowers......

After the death of his father and mother, they all disappeared from the house in the country.

Maybe it's because there is no one who is full of love to take care of it......

Unconsciously, the bouquet that was originally held into a bouquet was now scattered on his knees.

The hands weave the small flowers together, just like my father did back then.

…………

There was a tingling sensation on his cheeks, and the breeze stirred the strands of tomorrow's smoked hair across his face.

Tomorrow Sun slowly opened his eyes, and the bright sunlight came from afar.

She had to squint her eyes slightly.

The sun that had been standing overhead had now moved towards the jagged skyline in the distance.

There was a faint "whine" in my ears, and a smell mixed with grass and flowers lingered on the tip of my nose.

Tomorrow's mouth opened slightly and yawned, but his arm movement was restrained by something.

It's Hayabusa-chan's coat......

If it weren't for Hayabusa-chan's coat, maybe she wouldn't be comfortable sleeping here.

Thinking about it in my heart, my face was full of happy smiles.

She looked diagonally ahead, the black figure sitting cross-legged on a picnic mat facing the sun.

The breeze swept the fine bangs on the young man's forehead, and the glow fell on his handsome and fair cheeks, and the Adam's apple at the slender neck gently stirred.

"Hayabusa-chan."

Tomorrow took off his coat and sat up.

Hayabusa Kimura seemed to be fiddling with something with her head down.

She moved her ass forward curiously, trying to see what was in Hayabusa-chan's arms.

"Hayabusa......" she reached out and touched Hayabusa Kimura's shoulder.

Before he could finish his words, Hayata Kimura turned around.

There was a rustling sound in my ears, and the familiar face was very close.

The heart seemed to be pinched and released in an instant, panicked as if it was about to explode.

The refreshing scent of soap on Hayabusa Kimura's body poured into the tip of his nose.

Tomorrow smoke subconsciously wanted to step back.

"Don't move."

Kimura Hayabusa's clear and gentle voice rang in his ears.

There seemed to be a great power in the plain words, and tomorrow stopped in place.

Hayabusa Kimura's hands brushed the hair around her ears, and there seemed to be a little more imperceptible weight on her head.

A shadow fell before his eyes.

A moment later.

Hayabusa Kimura withdrew his hand and looked at the colorful wreath above Asuki with satisfaction.

"Sure enough, it's still a little rough......"

Taking advantage of the rest of tomorrow's smoke, Hayata Kimura tries to weave a wreath according to the method he remembers.

Unexpectedly, he was really asked to make it.

It is......

Small grass flowers are messily wrapped around the wreath, and the shape is also very irregular and twisted.

Hayabusa Kimura took out his phone and turned on the camera to point at Asuki.

Click.

"Huh? Smoke, why is your face so red? ”

Hayabusa Kimura peeked out from behind his phone and saw that his cheeks were as red as a glow, and even his neck and ears were covered with crimson Asuka smoke.

The winter glow shrouded the girl's body, and the young man's figure was reflected in the bright eyes.

The bright wreath of flowers on the top of the head and the white and red cheeks of tomorrow shine.

Too many beautiful things.

Suddenly.

Tomorrow Smoke came back to his senses, and his little white hand reached out to the top of his head and touched the wreath.

Look at the garland in your hand that is a little scribbled.

Asuki looked up in surprise and asked, "Is this made up by Hayabusa-chan?" ”

"Hmm." Hayabusa Kimura grinned, reached out and scratched his head, "That's it...... It's a bit ugly......"

He handed the phone in his hand to Tomorrow.

On the screen is a photo that Hayabusa Kimura had just taken.

Tomorrow's finger zooms in and out of the photo.

After a long time.

Asuki raised his head, his eyes fixed on Hayabusa Kimura, and shook his head slightly.

"Hayabusa-chan's garland...... It's beautiful. I love it. ”

Kimura was stunned.

"It's good-looking, it's good-looking, but it's not so good that you smoke, right?"

"Huh?"

Tomorrow touched the corner of his eye, and it was moist.

Kimura's broad palm touched Asuhi's cheek, and her fingers swept the wetness from the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"The wind is strong, it's blowing." Tomorrow pursed his lips and whispered.

Actually, no, but I don't know why, just now an inexplicable grievance erupted in her heart.

It's like a feeling that has been pressed in my heart for a long time.

At first, Asuka wanted to have a picnic in the park, just to relive the memories that the two of them had started.

However, who knew that there was no Ou Jisan who sold flowers in Qiyu Park, and there were no blooming flowers.

Originally......

She thought she couldn't find any memories.

…………

On the way back, I always felt that Tomorrow Smoke seemed to be becoming more sticky to himself.

Hayabusa Kimura looked down at Asuki who was holding his arms almost completely against him.

Like a kitten just begging to be petted......

"Oh yes." Kimura Hayabusa remembered something, "Those flowers don't grow, so throw them away when you go back." ”

"Nope."

"If you don't throw it away, it will wilt, and it will smell ......"

"I'm going to keep it."

Hayabusa Kimura was speechless......