Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 109 The flower language of dandelions
The rest of the summer vacation.

Aside from the increasingly thin holiday calendar, there's little worth mentioning.

While other students are busy reviewing to prepare for the semester exams, or busy with summer vacation homework.

Natsume Kiyoha studied hard on the SLR, traveling back and forth between home and the martial arts gym, secretly getting stronger where Director Hatsukano couldn't see.

I also took time to go to the school service department to clean up.

On my most recent visit, I put new rose buds in the vase.

It will probably bloom on the first day of school.

That afternoon, he also received a phone call.

"Hello, is this Mr. Natsume?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the phone.

Normally, Natsume Qingyu would have dismissed the call as a harassment call.

For the sake of the other party calling his name, he planned to listen a few more words.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. Nohara Aoi, the classmate you guided, won the gold medal in this elementary school student essay competition."

"Really?" Natsume Qingyu said calmly.

Out of trust in his ability, he had always expected to win the essay contest.

He simply listened to the other party's compliments on his composition and then turned off the phone.

The smile finally couldn't be hidden.

Oh yeah~
Sure enough, the recent efforts must be useful.

That's a very good sign.

As the saying goes, one small step for a boy, one giant step for becoming a devil.

We all have a bright future.

He opened the LINE interface happily, ready to humiliate Hatsukano Suzune.

"Hatsukano-san, guess what award the composition I directed won?"

As soon as he typed it, he deleted it because he felt it was a little less interesting.

Subsequently.

Natsume Kiyoha recounted in voice the story of how he casually coached Nohara Aoi during the summer training camp, but accidentally won the gold medal.

Emphasis is placed on 'casual', 'accidental' and 'gold medal'.

As a result, Suzune Hatsukano sneered and learned that Yoshi Yamamoto also won a gold medal, which ended hastily.

After coming back to his senses, Natsume Qingyu lightly smashed the desk, somewhat doubting the value of this award.

Is the Essay Gold Prize distributed wholesale?
Just like the little red flower certificates in the kindergarten of Dongguo Elementary School, you can buy a big bag with just a few small coins?

No, I have to call the organizer back and ask for an explanation.

"Hello, are there multiple gold medals for the essay competition?"

"Oh, that's it. This time, there are two compositions that are equally matched in conception, so we added an additional gold medal." On the phone, it was still the same man from before.

"Have you considered it from other angles? For example, a more profound meaning, guiding people to be positive." Natsume Kiyoha's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the composition directed by Hatsukano Suzune, which was also Isn't that too rude?

Besides, everyone has read it carefully before discussing the awards.

"If I had to choose one article, this one by Nohara Aoi should be the silver medal winner."

A voice with a scholarly elegance and magnetism came slowly from the phone.

Hearing Natsume Qingyu's heart beat coldly, she lost all color.

"Wait, why?!"

Wrapped in guilt, he stopped, panicked, and subconsciously put the phone closer to his ear.

In a profound sense, was he defeated?
"The words cannot be distinguished in terms of content, but the handwriting can be distinguished." The voice of putting out cigarettes interspersed, and the next sentence said Thunder, "Yu Yamamoto's handwriting is obviously more neat, while Nohara Aoi's handwriting is more neat. A lot of beauty is missing. How about using this as the new result?"

A flash of lightning fell in Natsume Qingyu's mind.

The drama curtain was drawn down, and a voiceover sounded in my ears.

In the end, the petrel's wings were broken and it fell into the ocean with a cry.

it's fine.

People occasionally see a dying bird fall to the ground, but remember that it has also spread its wings and soared.

Natsume Qingyu opened the curtain in his thoughts and jumped out of the stage.

There are relationships! How could it be okay? Of course it does!

After some hard work on her part, Nohara Aoi's gold medal was successfully changed into a silver medal?
How is this different from a gold-medal lawyer with a reliable apartment?

As long as he takes action, he will be sentenced to at least twenty years.

He didn't care. If he lost to the other party because of writing, he would admit it.

But this is not his award, but Nohara Aoi's.

Maybe it will be the only gold medal in her life!
How sad would Xiaokui be if real gold turned into silver?

Next, he worked hard to restore the silver award to the gold award.

"Can you take a look at another gold medal essay?" Natsume Qingyu asked softly, his throat dry.

"Of course. Do young people nowadays care so much about their opponents?"

"Both?" Natsume Qingyu swallowed and seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, the girl who informed me before also asked if she could read Nohara Aoi's essay. I told her that she was really discerning, and that essay was also a gold medal."

The middle-aged man became interested, "She said yes, it's not that surprising. Wait a minute, do you know each other..."

"..."

After hanging up the phone.

Natsume Qingyu took a deep breath.

He lost, completely lost, lost mentally.

When he was frantically trying to prove that he was far more powerful than her, the other party regarded him as an evenly matched opponent.

I am really ugly.

Looking at the photographic equipment, textbook study materials, and psychology books aside.

I also woke up, and I seemed to have become Baga who cared about each other all the time.

…………

Kyoto.

The shelves in front of a certain toy grocery store are filled with windmills, and the eaves are covered with wind chimes.

Asabaho's layered broken hair looked almost as lazy as languor in the sunset.

Holding a sealed item of dandelion, he turned to the truck driver Uehara Nozomi and said, "I've worked hard on you again today."

"No matter what we say, we are all friends." Uehara put one hand on the car window and lit a cigarette.

"Thanks anyway."

Uehara Nozomi couldn't stand the politeness of his good friend, so he smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, I have to be transferred again recently."

"Where are you going this time?" Qian Yubo asked.

Nozomi Uehara changes working places frequently throughout the year and only returns to Kyoto in the summer.

"Hokkaido."

Thinking that it would take almost two hours to fly from Kyoto to Hokkaido, Asaba couldn't help but sigh: "It's really far."

"Yes, we will meet less in the future, and I heard that I might not be transferred back again. So, maybe this is the last time I will help you."

Nozomi Uehara puffed out smoke from his nose and looked up at the sky of Kyoto, his hometown. "Things like dandelions will disperse when the wind blows. They are beautiful to look at, but they are not easy to preserve. Many flower shops don't sell them. Me too." Every year when I go on a business trip to the countryside, I dig some for you when I see them.”

"What to do with the rest of the time?" Uehara laughed and looked at his friends who were about to leave with his peripheral vision. Of course, he was talking about dandelions.

"It should probably end here."

"Now that it's over, it's time to tell me." Nozomi Uehara took off his cap with the company logo and fanned himself.

"what?"

"What's the point of doing this? Don't tell me, it's just to help dandelions spread their seeds in Kyoto. If that's the case, I might as well just do it in the countryside."

"It really doesn't have a strange meaning. Dandelions will pop out of the deep soil every spring. Children like them, and I like them." Asaba smiled with a girl-like tenderness in the dusk, "As a toy vendor, It’s quite reasonable.”

Uehara Nozomi still felt that Asaba was not telling the truth, so he asked with his chin stubble: "Asaba, what is the flower language of dandelion?"

"A love that can't stay."

"Do you still like that woman?! It's so affectionate, like the kind of eyes that last forever in Japanese dramas. Hey, I really don't know how to say hello to you?" Uehara Nozomi, as a close friend of Asaba Yasu, heard everything at once. , "A dandelion can't control the wind and rain, and it doesn't know where it will fall in the future. In short, once the seeds are settled and choose a home, they can survive strong no matter how bad the environment is. You escaped from the huge family debt and survived, then you should too Got a family."

"It doesn't matter if a man gets married later." Asabao shook his head indifferently.

"Don't compare with those elites in the workplace. We didn't go to college and entered the society earlier!" Nozomi Uehara looked at the gentle and elegant man in front of him and felt inexplicably angry.

His tone gradually became more excited, and the cigarette fell off his pants, which made him cry out before he calmed down again, "They say that entering society is the beginning of experiencing real life. According to this logic, you are already middle-aged. My child has learned It’s been soy sauce for several years, but thousands of your children have really flown away with the dandelions?”

"Don't be cruel, brother Qianyu."

"Yes."

"Sure enough, those who smoke are bad guys."

Several children with childish expressions on their faces surrounded Asaba and looked at Nagahara.

Asaba's gentle and gentle character plays well with children, and there are always children coming to his 'business' at this time every day.

However, that's exactly what happened.

Asaba's Doll House has also become famous on this street in Kyoto.

After all, kids just can’t keep their mouths shut.

One passes to two, two passes to four, four passes to a class, and the reputation spreads.

Many wooden toys in the house are made by Asabayasu himself, and the quality is guaranteed.

The important thing is that those weird things can even move under certain conditions.

For example, wooden violin music box, wooden Ferris wheel...

It has also gradually been regarded as a gift house for New Years and holidays.

"..."

Nozomi Uehara smoked silently, but he was not as experienced as a child. He had been a child himself.

Children do not understand the joys and sorrows of adults.

"Okay, okay, everyone, go and take apart the dandelion. You can take any toys that are not consumables in the house, but you still have to remember to pay for any damage, otherwise my brother will be dead sooner or later." Asaba said with both hands. Pat, he began to push away the children with a smile, trying to create a happy atmosphere.

When the child opened the carton, countless white pom-poms fluttered their wings.

Drifting into the sky, facing the glow, it is like a bright color in the wilderness.

The children chasing dandelions stopped in unison and stared at the sky full of tidbits.

It was as if I was telling them all the whispers in my heart, letting them take away their recent worries along with them.

Of course, this is not the first time Asababa has seen this scene, but every time he can't help but chase dandelions with the children.

What's more, this may be the last time, the last time the sky is filled with snow.

As the dandelions fluttered in the distance, the snow slowly stopped.

He looked back, and in the haziness, he found a beautiful girl with a high ponytail looking at him directly in front of him.

The two people's eyes intertwined, and time was frozen at this moment.

The afterglow on the horizon decorated the profiles of the two men respectively.

Qian Yubao was a little confused about what was true and what was true. He rubbed his nose with his hand and a soft smile filled his face.

"My guest, would you like to try the toys in our store?"

Suddenly, the crisp wind chimes sounded and the windmill whirred.

Everything named Asaba moved, and so did Rie Shibata.

"I'm not here to play with toys." She put away the luggage handle.

"Is it……"

Qian Yubao showed an unknown smile, his hands moved at a loss, and his eyes looked elsewhere.

He couldn't find anything to talk about either.

"Don't you ask me what I'm here for?" Shibata Rie wore a ponytail today and looked extremely sharp, like a debt collector.

"Oh...yes, what are you here for? Reminiscing about old times?" Asaba stammered for a moment.

"Idiot, come over here and I'll tell you." Shibata Rie said viciously, using the tone of high school's familiar Asabaho.

Just now she felt helpless, like she was out at sea at dusk.

The road is unfamiliar and far away.

But she came anyway.

Before getting in the car, she sent Master Huatian a message.

I asked myself if saying goodbye to my fiancé just a month ago and immediately going to find another man was an extreme case of being unruly.

The other party read it but did not reply to her.

On the train, she was restless and sent another message to Master Huatian asking.

He asked if he had not contacted Asababa for many years and whether the other party might have forgotten all about him.

The other party has still read it and has not replied.

When she got off the car and arrived in Kyoto, she sent Master Hanada a message again.

Asking myself, I hurried to Kyoto with my suitcase to find Asabaho.

It would be a shame if it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

This time Master Hanada replied.

However, there are only two short sentences.

"I am eagerly looking forward to experiencing an indulgent joy, even if great sorrow will follow, I will not hesitate."

"Ms. Rie, I think you have reached the terminal. ()"

Asabaho came to her side,

"You don't have a girlfriend."

Asabao shook his head.

"I don't have a wife."

Asabao shook his head again.

"Well."

Then, Shibata Rie stood on tiptoes and kissed her at dusk.

Nagahara Nozomi put on his peaked cap and covered his eyes.

The children were all stunned, covering their eyes with their hands and peeking through their fingers.

Rie Shibata hugged him, leaned forward, and wiped his saliva.

"You still use lavender-scented laundry detergent to wash your clothes."

Looking at the blushing boy in front of him, he said with a wicked smile, "You are still the same as before."

Asaba's eyes were dull, and his brain was so deprived of oxygen that he gave up thinking.

Got an answer, Miss Rie is not here to play with toys, but to be the boss lady.

"Color~"

The expressions of several children were quite abstract, and their eyebrows, noses, and mouths were all in a mess, and they all started making noises.

Rie Shibata released Asabaho, bared his teeth and claws, and threatened with punches and kicks;

"Go, go, I'm a primary school teacher, and I'll be the one to deal with naughty kids like you from now on."

"Wow ah ah~"

The children dispersed in a swarm, flying in all directions like dandelions.

beep--

Uehara Nozomi sounded the truck horn, started the engine, and pulled a few dandelions wandering in the air.

"Let's go! If I don't get the wedding banquet next year, I'll have to deal with it."

"Have a safe trip."

Asaba waved towards the truck's rearview mirror.

It's not particularly sad to say goodbye to a good friend.

Dandelions will float from Kyoto to all over the world.

but……

One day.

Dandelions from other places float back to Kyoto.

Precisely because the flower language of dandelions is, never ending.

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　　Note: The famous quote is quoted from Dazai Osamu's "Disqualification in the World"

　　(What should I say, I gave more words to the supporting characters today. I don’t know if it counts as hydrology. The author feels that the story is complete at this stage. Moreover, these are all meaningful things later.)
　　
　
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