"Mom and Dad, Uncle and Aunt, Grandpa."

Butterfly Chanae stretched out her little hand and beckoned,

"Tea is ready."

She looked at the butterfly shinobi under the cherry blossom tree that kept knocking on its head.

Bang ——!

Bang ——!

Bang ——!

It sounded like a solid log.

In the cherry blossoms in the sky, butterflies are stoicing, and purple swords and hair are flying.

Shi Xiangfei pursed his lips, rolled his eyes helplessly, and shouted cooperatively that it hurts, you light.

Butterfly Chanae couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled.

You know, with Xiao Mingfei's physical strength, if you don't want to, I'm afraid Xiao Ren won't be able to catch up with him for the rest of his life.

"Little Shinobi! Xiao Mingfei! Come here! ”

Butterfly Chanae put her hands in the shape of trumpets, bent down and shouted softly:

"Let's ......... together"

"Look at the cherry blossoms!"

.......

The two families gathered in the courtyard, enjoyed the cherry blossoms and tea, and enjoyed themselves.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

They rubbed their eyes in unison, and in a trance, they seemed to see.

I saw the boy who died in the chuckle of the snowy night, and the small grave under the cherry blossoms in April.

"Na, Ming Fei (Xiao Ming Fei)!"

The Butterfly Sisters murmured in unison:

"Our two families will be happy like this forever."

"Okay——!"

Shi Xiangfei blinked, stretched out two small palms, and subconsciously said:

"Then pull a hook, right?"

What is a pull hook?

The two sisters subconsciously tilted their heads, with big eyes and big doubts.

"I don't know, but you can just follow me."

Shi Xiangfei hooked the little fingers of the two of them respectively and shook them gently.

"Hang yourself for a hundred years."

On the days when the cherry blossoms were flying, under the witness of the smiling faces of the five adults, the two sisters clumsily learned the movements of Shi Shenfei.

The sun shone on the thumbs that were close to each other.

The wind blew the tea mist through the fingertips of the three people.

Together, everyone made a new agreement.

The soil under the cherry blossom trees squirmed, and a summer cicada that had been hiding its chrysalis for ten years crawled out, and he looked up and suddenly made a sound.

Grasshopper ~ Grasshopper ~ Grasshopper!

It just so happened that two butterflies broke through the cocoon and quietly spread their wings, one purple and one pink.

They slowly stirred, flew away gently, and flew away into the vast and happy distance.

[CG: 'Happy cherry blossom garden, a new promise - hook', end.] 】

[Trigger Quest: 'No Change for a Hundred Years'.] 】

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Lu Mingfei smirked,

"It's worthy of a golden heart, and a lucky A comes true."

This simulation is much more successful than the last one!

Hey, hey, hey!

[August is hot, summer is scorching, cicadas are calling, and no one eats them.

The adults were busy with their own business, and the children were doing their own thing in the shade of the courtyard.

Phew——!

Phew——!

Phew——!

Heavy gasps and sweat rain down your forehead.

Even though your arm is too sore to lift up, you still don't stop swinging the wooden knife.

Just like the phrase that keeps echoing in the dream, "If you want to get what you want, you must persevere." ”

That's one of the motivations that keeps you going, but what about the others?

You squint your sweaty eyelashes slightly, and your eyes deflect to the wide open tea room.

The katana that always strikes you on the head hangs silently on the wall, the purple spikes swaying gently in the breeze.

The purple eyes of the butterfly endure are rarely serious, and the movements in the hands are calm, but they are surprisingly flexible, like a churning butterfly.

As if noticing your gaze, she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and proudly showed you her flower arrangement.

Butterfly Chane's pink eyes were gentle, and she moved her hand lightly to make a full cup of tea.

She smiled slightly and shouted at you:

"Xiao Mingfei, the tea is ready, take a rest."

"Just come ——!"

You respond with a loud voice, swinging your wooden knife to yourself as you move toward your goal.

“997，”

“998，”

“1000！”

You breathe a sigh of relief, but a sentence can't help but echo in your mind:

"Definitely! Certain! Protect everyone! ”】

[In October, the autumn rain is miaomiao, and the fallen leaves are yellow.

The Butterfly Sisters consciously cleaned the courtyards of the two families, carefully trying to reduce the burden on their parents and grandfather.

Sasha ——!

Sasha ——!

The crunch of your little feet stepping on the fallen leaves lingers in your ears as you swing the knife. 】

[In December, with the snow falling at the beginning of another year, you chop the first falling snowflakes with a knife.

You look up at the white sky and know that the New Year is coming again, and before you know it, after the New Year, you will soon be ten years old. 】

[It's another Chinese New Year's Eve, and the candles at home are lit up at night.

The snow fluttered and covered the yellowed trunks of the cherry blossom trees, like fluffy marshmallows.

The reddish lanterns were shining, and the dried summer cicadas were in the hollows of the trees.

The house is brightly lit and warm.

This is not the year of one family, but the joy of two families.

You help Mrs. Butterfly and her mother in the kitchen with the ingredients, and your ability to see through everything as long as you concentrate is what makes you feel like a tiger with wings.

Mrs. Butterfly was very surprised, and bluntly said that she would never lose to a child in cooking, and challenged you.

You somehow feel familiar, but don't think much of it, and borrow the challenge of this mother, who is also sometimes mischievous. 】

[Under your mother's wicked laughter, Mrs. Butterfly unexpectedly loses.]

It's not surprising that when she discovered your talent, she had already taken you on the road of cooking, and as a result, many times for three meals a day, she, her husband and your grandfather would just sit at the dinner table and watch you after your workout. 】

[Mr. Butterfly and your father are chatting, talking about national affairs from rumors, clinking glasses when they rise, looking like they are drunk and resting.

Your grandfather fumbled his chin and carved the wood carving in his hand, and with a kind smile, the work of art he had spent months pondering took shape. 】

[The butterfly sisters in new clothes leaned aside and whispered, looking at you from time to time, not knowing what to hold back. 】

[Nine stacks of dishes, after three rounds of wine, you find that the people around you are looking at you with a smile, and they all say the same thing:

"Mingfei, happy birthday!"

The Butterfly Sisters gave them a blue dress and said that they somehow thought it would be a good fit for you to wear it.

Mrs. Butterfly smiled at your mother and unfurled a black and white towel that they had knitted together with stitches and threads.

Your father squinted slightly, bringing good news that you will be able to learn kendo at the beginning of the next spring.

Mr. Butterfly looked around dazedly, and in a flash of inspiration, he slapped the table and said that he would pass on his family's ancestral medical skills.

And your grandfather's birthday gift made everyone bow down.

It was an elaborately carved family portrait.

Two couples, an old man, with a boy carrying a wooden knife on his side, a girl holding a small flower, and a girl holding a cup of tea.

There is grass under his feet, and butterflies flutter beside him.

Everybody, laughing, like you're all together.

The wood carving was solemnly placed in the living room of the butterfly family, exuding a glimmer of happiness under the warm light of the New Year. 】