"What do you want?"

A familiar voice came from beside him, and Asuki looked up.

However, I saw that Kimura Hayabusa was wearing an apron and a bowl with the Kushima izakaya logo on his head.

Standing aside with Ben in his arms.

The cold light of the store fell on Hayaya Kimura's face, and the small bangs cast a shadow.

Tomorrow Sun looked at him a little dazed.

I don't know why.

I always feel that the young man in front of me seems to have a little more handsomeness.

Tomorrow's white and tender little hand supports his chin: "Shouldn't we give the guests a menu?" ”

"Hey! A bowl of udon noodles with roasted sweet potatoes is right. ”

Hayabusa Kimura took a pen and wrote to himself in a small notebook.

"I haven't said it yet!" Tomorrow's smoked cheeks are slightly bulging.

"What else would the guest want?"

"A bowl of udon and roasted sweet potato ......"

Tomorrow's eyes curled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hayabusa Kimura put down the small book in his hand and smiled helplessly.

"Hayabusa-chan is dressed like this, it's very handsome."

"But that can't be a reason for a customer to harass the staff......"

Hayabusa Kimura reached out and grabbed the little hand that Tomorrow had been touching on his body and squeezed it hard.

"Can't you?" Tomorrow's smoke pouts slightly.

"No, you can't." Hayabusa Kimura replied in the affirmative.

"That'...... Is it okay to tip? ”

"Guest, we're an izakaya, please don't ......"

"A tip of 1,000 yen."

Tomorrow's smoky eyes stared at him, and a pair of lovely dimples floated on his delicate cheeks.

Hayabusa Kimura was silent for a moment.

“…… Up to three clicks. ”

“……”

Happy laughter resounded in the izakaya, and the curtain that had been lifted in the back kitchen was slowly lowered.

………………………………

Hayata Kimura holds the last bowl of udon noodles on the table.

Take off the apron on your body and sit next to Tomorrow's smoke.

"Taste, the Kushima owner's specialty, udon, is the signature of the izakaya."

The hot white gas hit his face with a rich aroma, and tomorrow's cheeks rose a rosy.

Tomorrow's cute cheeks bulged slightly, and he swallowed hard.

Hayabusa Kimura handed the chopsticks to Tomorrow's hand.

"Can you go?" The girl's sparkling eyes looked at him expectantly.

"Yes."

Asuki took off the black knitted hat on his head, and his black hair fell next to the girl's fair face.

"I'm moving!"

The two of them clasped their hands together in front of them.

"Delicious!"

Take a bite, and tomorrow's eyes widen.

Hayabusa Kimura chuckled and looked at the look of surprise on Smoke's face.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand and reached out to brush the girl's falling hair behind his ear.

Clumsily coiled up his long hair with both hands, and took out a new chopstick as a hairpin and stuck it on it.

The long hair is low, revealing a snow-white neck.

"Be careful if your hair falls in."

"Hmm." The corners of Tomorrow's mouth with udon soup stains are slightly raised.

Hayabusa Kimura withdrew his hand and began to deal with the udon noodles in front of him.

Just as the two were eating, the boss of Kushima walked out with a few cans of beer.

He put the beer in his arms on the table.

"Get some beer."

Naturally, the boss of Kushima sat across from the two of them, pulling the pull tab and pouring it into his mouth as he spoke.

Hayabusa Kimura subconsciously looked to the side.

Tomorrow nodded slightly.

Hayabusa Kimura picked up the beer on the table with confidence.

"Ahh

The owner of Kushima drank all the beer from the beer can, and put his arm on the table.

"Eh~ It's good to be young, you don't have to care about other people's eyes, and talk about love unscrupulously...... Don't think about all the stuff. ”

"Actually, it's hard work." Hayabusa Kimura sipped.

"What's that?" The boss of Kushima sat upright, panting and trying to say something.

But when his gaze fell on Hayata Kimura, the words that had been brewing suddenly swallowed again.

I almost forgot......

The kid in front of him is a young man who works several jobs a day to make ends meet.

The boss of Kushima smugly opened a can of beer, "Not every young man has to work so much every day like Hayabusa. ”

Hayabusa Kimura smiled and didn't speak.

"When I'm my age, you'll know what's the most important thing around you......"

The owner of Kushima pinched the beer can and leaned back against the back of the seat.

"Huh? What is it? ”

Hearing this, Ming Rixuan, who had been eating quietly, raised his head and asked curiously.

"It's the other half......"

"Poof...... Ahem...... I'm sorry. ”

Hayabusa Kimura almost squirted out and squirted all the wine out of his mouth.

He coughed vigorously a few times, a forced smile on his face.

If this sentence is said on someone else, Hayabusa Kimura may think it makes sense.

But......

This is the owner of Kushima who is clamoring for all the young people to go to the custom shops and Kabukicho!

The inexplicable sense of joy made him a little unable to hold back.

"Hayabusa-chan, what's wrong?" Tomorrow asked with concern with a wink.

"No, nothing ......"

"Speaking of which, when I was your age, I met my wife in Tokyo......"

Unexpectedly, the boss of Kushima said to himself as if he didn't notice it.

"Wife?" Hayabusa Kimura looked at the boss of Kushima in a daze, "It seems that I haven't seen the boss lady before......"

In my memory, since Hayata Kimura started working at an izakaya in Kushima a few years ago.

He has never seen the existence of the proprietress, and he has always thought that the boss of Jiudao is a bachelor.

I didn't expect to have a wife?!

"She died...... He died ten years ago. ”

Boss Kushima said in a calm voice.

Hayabusa Kimura and Tomorrow looked at the Kushima boss in a daze.

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly become heavy.

"Don't take it personally! After all, it was all ten years ago. The boss of Kushima waved his hand casually, and then opened a can of beer, "It's been ten years......"

"Ah...... I'm sorry to bring it up, but it's boring. ”

"No, no, I'd actually like to know about Boss Kushima."

Hayabusa Kimura said politely.

"Well, I'll go on......"

"Huh?"

There are more and more empty beer cans on the table, and the words of the boss of Kyushima are also increasing.

It's like a chatter, and it's like some kind of nostalgia.

is different from the boldness that Kimura Hayabusa knew in the past, and the current boss of Kushima seems to have a little more melancholy on his face.

"Yuriko, she...... It's a very gentle and kind person, although he always reprimands me hard for something...... Speaking of Yuriko, she hated drinking the most at that time, hahaha......"

“………”

"There was nothing then...... As a student, she still chose to stay with me...... We worked hard for a long time in Tokyo, and we finally saved a lot of money. ”

“………”

"Yuriko and I bought this izakaya together, and I was in charge of the back kitchen and she was in charge of the front desk...... Plain and bland, live every day seriously...... Really the happiest time......"

“………”

"Back then, we would open the door of the izakaya every day before dawn and stay there until dark...... Yuriko always makes a bowl of udon noodles for me to eat, ah yes, it's like this udon on the table...... However, what she makes is very tasty, not as good as what I do......"

Boss Kushima's voice was slow, dull with a heavy memory.

His eyes stared at the snowflakes falling outside the door.

But, somehow......

The calm voice of the boss of Kushima was like an invisible big hand slowly holding the hearts of the two of them.

Constantly, constantly, tightened.

Tomorrow stopped the chopsticks in his hand and listened intently, his eyes becoming red and swollen at the moment.

The picture in the mouth of the boss of Kushima is obviously very warm, but it is as sharp as a sharp knife.

After all......

This is a story without suspense.

It is like a cherry blossom falling from a branch, even if it is momentarily gorgeous, but it is destined to rot in the soil.

They seemed to be listening with that in mind.

"That day, I came home and didn't hear Yuriko's response...... Yuriko was found to have fallen to the ground...... It was too late to get to the hospital...... In the winter of ten years ago, Yuriko stayed forever on that night...... Dropped my ......"

Tears rolled down Asuchi's cheeks, and her snow-white teeth bit her lip hard.

Hayabusa Kimura was too silent.

……………………………

"Farewell!"

Hayabusa Kimura and Tomorrow smoke bend down to say goodbye to the owner of Kushima in front of the Kushima izakaya.

The snow stopped.

A thick layer of snow was laid on the ground.

Stepping on it makes a rustling sound.

Hayabusa Kimura took Asuka's soft little hand and walked in the direction of the rental house.

Bright street lamps shone on the snow, glowing with silvery white.

He turned his head to look to the side.

Tomorrow smoked his small mouth, and his black hair fell down.

"Smoked, are you okay?" Hayabusa Kimura asked.

"Hmm." Tomorrow smoked softly.

"Boss Kushima hasn't told me anything like this before." Hayabusa Kimura asked, scratching his head.

Tomorrow Sun raised his head and stared at him with bright eyes.

The cute nose flutters gently.

"I already know what the result is, but when I hear the boss of Jiudao say, I can't help but feel sad."

"It's fine."

Hayabusa Kimura reached out and stroked the corners of Asuga's moist eyes.

"Boss Kushima said that Miss Yuriko hates people who drink...... But the boss of Kushima is still drinking...... The owner of Kushima became depressed. Tomorrow Sun leaned his head lightly on his arm and whispered.

"Maybe ......," Kimura hesitated.

"Possibly?"

"Maybe the boss of Kushima is waiting, waiting for the Yuriko who will loudly reprimand him as soon as he drinks."

Tomorrow Xun raised his head and looked at the calm young man in front of him in a daze.

"Isn't Hayabusa-chan sad......"

"Is it as sad as smoke?" Hayabusa Kimura stared down at the girl.

Tomorrow wanted to deny it, but thinking of the tears that had just gotten out of control, his mouth pursed slightly.

"Maybe there is...... But it's more about rejoicing. ”

Hayabusa Kimura put his hands in his pockets and his eyes fell on the snow-white street ahead.

"Huh?"

"I'm glad I still have Smoke by my side."

The young man's calm and clear voice came to Tomorrow's ears.

"Hayabusa-chan."

"Huh?"

"Keep your head down."

Before Hayabusa Kimura could react, Tomorrow smoke threw himself into his arms.

Caught off guard.

The back hits the wall behind you.

Tomorrow Smoke put his hands on his shoulders.

Stand on tiptoe gently.

Kiss him the lips.

I don't know how long it has been, but the girl's cheek is pressed to his ear.

The warm breath hit his ears.

"Hayabusa-chan, stay with me all the time."