Around the corner of the street, the wind stopped.

Caught off guard, he had a warm embrace with the passers-by, and left in a hurry.

The night was like a pair of big hands trying to hold the whole city in their hands, but the brightness still broke through the silence of the night.

Pushing open the back door of the Kushima Izakaya, the hearty and happy smile of the owner of Kushima was met.

Since Udon came to the store, the owner of Kushima seems to be much more energetic than before, and he is no longer drinking quietly alone.

Instead, he held a variety of small cat toys and teased the tanuki cat called "Udon".

Seeing the person who suddenly walked into the house, Udon arched himself and looked at the two of them.

It wasn't until it recognized the two of them that it let go of the hair on its body and walked slowly to Tomorrow's body.

Circling around her, her little head gently rubbing against the girl's slender white calves.

"Looks like Udon has remembered you completely."

The boss of Kushima smiled, washed his hands, and prepared to start cooking for the two.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Let's have two bowls of udon."

Hayabusa Kimura sat down at the small table next to him, his eyes looking over the white water vapor rising slightly in front of him, and staring at Asuki not far away.

"It seems to be coming a lot lately...... "Boss Kushima asked in a voice as he prepared the materials.

"I'm so busy at work, it's time-consuming to eat at home." Hayabusa Kimura replied.

After the filming of "Tomorrow's Me and Yesterday's You Date" has accelerated, this kind of eating at the Kudao izakaya from time to time has almost become a norm.

Sometimes, even if the office is not so busy, Smoke will come here to eat because of Udon's request.

Maybe it's possible to have a cat at home......

Hayabusa Kimura pondered.

"The food made by the owner of Kyushima is so delicious, so I can't help but want to come here to eat."

Tomorrow Smoke stretched out his hand to run the soft fur on Udon's body and said in his mouth.

Boss Kushima couldn't help but laugh when he said this, and he expertly put two portions of udon noodles into the pot and said in his mouth.

"If it's delicious, Miss Tomorrow can learn these cuisines, and you can eat the same taste at home."

"Huh? May I? Tomorrow Xun suddenly raised his head and looked at the boss of Jiudao with a pair of bright eyes.

"Absolutely."

The boss of Kushima stopped what he was doing and stared at the cut ingredients on the board.

"Wouldn't that be a bad ......?"

Asuki picked up Udon on the ground with both hands, and his delicate little face was hidden behind Udon's thin body.

Cute eyes probed expectantly in the direction of Hayata Kimura.

Noticing his girlfriend's gaze, Hayabusa Kimura was slightly stunned, and a helpless smile immediately rose on his face.

"Even if you look at me...... I can't help it, it's up to the owner of Kushima ......"

The boss of Kushima turned his head to look at the young lovers on the side, and waved his big hand casually in the air.

"Little things, if Miss Tomorrow wants to learn, I'll teach you next time you come back."

"Really?"

The corners of Tomorrow's pink mouth curled up happily, and his head peeked out from behind Udon.

"Hmm."

The owner of Kushima fished out the udon from the pot, and in a short time two bowls of steaming udon noodles were completed.

He brought two bowls of udon noodles to the small table in front of Hayabusa Kimura.

"Smoke can be eaten."

Hayabusa Kimura shouted at Asukhi.

"Hi~"

Tomorrow Smoke reluctantly put down the udon in his hand, and after his little hand finally touched Udon's body, he got up and walked to the sink to wash his hands.

Then the girl walked over to the chair next to Hayaya Kimura and sat down.

Hayabusa Kimura took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Asuka, asking her to wipe her wet hands.

Not long after, two overlapping voices rang out in the room.

"I'm moving."

After the first sip, Asuchi's eyes curled up in satisfaction.

"It's delicious......"

Izushima Izakaya's udon noodles have been eaten many times, but every time I eat Tomorrow's smoke, I can't help but be surprised by its taste.

"The soup spilled on my face."

"Where?"

Kimura Hayabusa noticed a little extra soup stain on the girl's fair cheeks, and reached out to pinch the toilet paper to help her wipe it clean.

is obviously a female artist, but the smoke in reality is always unexpected, and it is big from time to time.

"Alright."

Not far away, the boss of Kushima sat on a chair against the wall, his eyes fixed on the two people not far away.

Yellowing beams of light poured down from the room, accompanied by a hazy white gas.

Caged next to Hayabusa Kimura and Smoke Asuki.

The voices of the two of them were talking, and they said something that sounded clueless.

Occasionally, there is a burst of happy laughter.

A subtle smile unconsciously rose on the rough face of the boss of Kushima, and the vision in front of him began to blur.

It seems like......

I can't even remember.

The last time such a familiar scene appeared was more than a decade ago.

Every night after the izakaya closed, there was also a person who accompanied him to eat in that place.

Obviously she is the one in charge of the back kitchen of the izakaya, but Yuriko always has to make udon noodles for him.

What does it taste like......

Ah, I can't figure it out anymore.

I just remember that it wasn't delicious, but I couldn't get enough of it.

Whenever he eats quickly, Yuriko will talk about him in a reproachful and happy tone.

At that time, he would always be long-winded with Yuriko.

Why didn't you eat more bowls......

A bleak coolness rose from the body of the boss of Jiudao, and the warm white air in the room hit his body, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Meow.

Just as he was in a daze, there was a feeling of tugging on his trouser legs.

The boss of Kushima looked down and saw that it was Udon with his head tilted up, his paws scratching his pants vigorously.

He stretched out his hand, a pair of broad palms to hold the udon on the ground in his arms.

Those big hands were in front of Udon, as if they could cover it all at once.

At the moment, he was extremely clumsy and carefully brushed the hair on his body.

Somehow.

The cold feeling on his body began to fade, and Udon's thin body was close to the boss of Kushima, and although it was small, it was warm like a small stove.

The rugged man stared up at the yellowing lamp on the ceiling.

As long as this izakaya is still there.

He wasn't alone, and here are his and Yuriko's most precious memories.

Yes, it's still his and Yuriko's home.

The owner of Kushima thought distractedly.

"I feel that the udon of the boss of Kushima is much better than when I used to work part-time."

Suddenly, Hayaya Kimura's voice came from not far away.

Boss Kushima came back to his senses, he turned his head to look at the young man, and said with a smile.

"The ingredients and recipes have always been the same, and they haven't changed."

"Huh?"

Hayabusa Kimura was too surprised, hasn't it changed?

He always thought that the boss of Kushima had specially used a different method to entertain him and smoke.

Savor it in my mind.

"But I do feel like it's better than before......

"Because the atmosphere is different."

"Atmosphere?"

The strange words of the boss of Kushima made Hayabusa Kimura and Asuki look at him curiously.

"Before, Hayabusa ate alone, but now with Miss Tomorrow by her side, the atmosphere is different."

Hayabusa Kimura had a look of tears and laughter on his face.

I didn't expect the boss of Kudao to say such earthy words.

"I see."

Who knew that tomorrow smoke on the side nodded very seriously.

Hayabusa Kimura turned his head to look at the girl's fair and delicate cheeks, with a sudden look on his little face.

"Cooking this kind of thing, doing it with different moods, and giving it to people with different moods will taste different...... Even if the taste is not perfect, it will feel delicious if you eat it to someone you like...... If only I could eat a few more bowls......"

The voice of the boss of Kushima was flat, with a slight slowness.

Gradually, his voice began to be a little muffled.

His palms kept caressing the udon in his arms, and although he tried his best to hide it, there was still an inevitable trace of regret on his face.

Sure enough, did you think of Yuriko again?

Hayabusa Kimura was silent in his heart.

He suddenly understood why when he was working at the Kushima Izakaya, the owner of Kushima always liked to be idle and had nothing to do.

A person stayed quietly in the corner of the izakaya, scanning every corner of the izakaya over and over again with a distracted gaze.

Before, he just thought that this was the Kushima boss's own way of relaxing......

Hayabusa Kimura looked at the boss of Kushima in the distance, and he really didn't know how to answer at this time.

"Boss Kushima, next time...... Can I learn how to make udon noodles from you? ”

Tomorrow's voice suddenly sounded from the side.

The two eyes converged on the girl's body.

"I want to be like Yuriko-san and make udon noodles for the people I like...... Even if one day is gone...... He'll also remember that someone once made a bowl of udon noodles for him......"

The voices in the room were silent.

The boss of Jiudao was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, a hearty smile rose on his face.

"Okay."

………………………………………………

Pure love is like a thorny rose, and everyone is attracted by its bright beauty.

Desperate to touch.

But in exchange for a stinging pain.

When none of this is available, it becomes everyone's dream.

Peeping, throbbing, longing for the day when the spikes on the flower branches converge, and the fragrance can care for their empty hearts.

And the flower stood there quietly.

But I can't pick it anyway.

Then they began to wonder if the flower could be owned.

They began to be desperate to know the stories of those who succeeded in picking the flowers.

It's like......

Pure love is the same.

In the Haon Club, Ryoichi Kishida looked down at the manuscripts piled up on the table.

Since the publication of "Tonight, Even if this love affair dissipates from the world" by Yuyin Society, the sales of the pure literary weekly "Light Things" have increased.

The originally empty pure love plate began to receive a lot of votes from newcomers one after another.

After the publication of "Tonight, Even if this love dissipates from the world", some pure love themes were published on "Light Things" one after another.

Although at the beginning, these pure love themes did succeed in making the data of "Light Things" a lot better.

However, the literary world is not always static.

When other publishing houses began to publish some pure love themes in their own journals.

The few advantages of "Light Things" have also begun to gradually diminish.

The recent sales have only reached the level of barely qualified, and they are not at all as good as before.

After all, there are still no good works......

Ryoichi Kishida looked at the manuscript that had been spread out on the desk in front of him.

It's a very good pure love ...... If he had been a few months ago, he might have thought so.

But, now in the eyes of Ryoichi Kishida.

This manuscript is more like an imitator with nothing new, stitching together all the pure love that has been slightly bright in the light of this time.

It may have good writing, but there is nothing new.

Ryoichi Kishida stared in silence at the manuscript on the table, and after a brief hesitation, he set it aside in the waiting area.

Although he was somewhat reluctant.

But considering the recent pure love section of "Light Things", there has been no good work for a long time.

Many of the works that are being serialized in the section will also be completed, and there is an urgent need for new works to fill the gaps.

"If it were the work of Mr. Koin, there wouldn't be so much trouble." Ryoichi Kishida sighed lightly.

Since the publication of the book "Tonight, Even if this love dissipates from the world", he has not received any new works from Mr. Kowon.

Although he had also contacted Xiaoyuan Liuying privately, all he got was a reply that the other party had no new manuscript.

If this continues, it seems inevitable that the pure love section of "Light Things" will be reduced.

"It's such a routine again......"

Ryoichi Kishida quickly flipped through the manuscript he was reading, and put it in the rejection area with some disappointment.

There is a tradition in the editorial department of Yuyin Society, that is, the rejected manuscript must write a rejection letter.

Although there is no mandatory number of words to write......

Ryoichi Kishida raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, and after reading the manuscript for almost a day, he felt that his eyes became a little sour.

He reached out and flipped through the few unreviewed manuscripts on the table in front of him, thinking about the next arrangement.

Suddenly.

His gaze rested on the one at the bottom of the pile.

This is......

Ryoichi Kishida felt like his heart was skipping a beat.

He pulled the manuscript out and pressed his fingers hard against the cold cover of the manuscript.

"Tomorrow's me is dating yesterday's you?" Ryoichi Kishida swallowed, his gaze falling down on the crisp handwriting below the title.

[Small courtyard fireflies. 】

Suppressing the urge to scream in his throat, his fingers flipped the pages of the manuscript.

The fingers unconsciously trembled a few times, and the page in his hand sounded a subtle sound.

Ryoichi Kishida leaned forward hard, his fingertips sliding over the familiar pseudonym.

Moving line by line, he eagerly read the manuscript.

[Love at first sight.]

On the tram to the university, my heart pounded. 】

【……】

[The moment the door opened, the crowd of the morning rush pushed her to me.

She pulled the ring and stood in the middle of the carriage.

【……】

Curiosity urged me to find out, and I sneaked a glance at her.

Suddenly, she looked up and caught my gaze.

I was amazed. 】

【……】

"I saw you on the train, and"

I said everything that came to my mind in one go.

"It was love at first sight for you!"

Her expression didn't change. No, her lips moved slightly, as if "Huh?" snorted. 】

【……】

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