Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 90 "The Buried Fulian" 4
Yamamoto Yoshi went to the forest in the afternoon and picked some wild flowers and thornless vines.

Currently sitting on a stone not far from Hatsukano Suzune, weaving a garland.

"Good afternoon." Natsume Qingyu greeted him as he passed by with his easel in his arms.

"Hello, Natsume-nii." Yamamoto Yoshi nodded politely in response.

Followed closely was Nohara Aoi, who was striding menacingly. He quickly lowered his head, fearing that he would get into unnecessary trouble.

As a result, by coincidence, the pair of sandaled feet stopped in front of him, with their toes curled up unnaturally.

Yamamoto Yoshi couldn't keep staring at the other person's feet, lest he be mistaken for having some special hobby, so he raised his head and asked:

"anything?"

I saw that Nohara Aoi's momentum just now was gone.

He clasped his hands together and blinked his big eyes, praying as if praying to the gods.

"Yamamoto-kun, I want to read your comic book, please, please..."

It turned out that because of this incident, Yamamoto Yoshi also saw Nohara Aoi's weak posture for the first time.

"I don't have the comic book here..."

"I know, it's at Brother Natsume's place." Nohara Aoi explained aggrievedly, "But he said that if he wants to see it, he must ask for your permission."

"Of course I agree." Yamamoto Yao seemed to understand something and sighed.

"Great!"

Okay, you big-headed devil.

Natsume Kiyoha, who was walking in front with an easel in his arms, shook his head.

He was not in the mood to wait for the followers behind him, so before the sun went down, he walked straight towards Hatsukano Suzune who was working hard on painting.

Staying beside her, he calmly lowered the easel he brought with him to level with it.

Hatsukano Suzune's painting is in the final stages, and her focus is entirely on it.

Even if she heard the tinkling noise around her, she ignored it.

Until it was quiet around her, with only the rustle of the wind blowing in the forest, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

For example, if a noisy class suddenly becomes quiet, there is a high probability that there is a monitor somewhere in the classroom.

Finally, I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see what the fool next to me was doing.

Turning slightly to the side, his mood was no longer calm.

Her eyes were like those of a deep lake, shining with a soul-stirring light in the afterglow.

It was like a bonfire suddenly rising up in the snow in winter, which gradually melted her cold expression, and a warm smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Idiot, what are you doing again?"

Her soft voice was slightly trembling.

The boy is located to the west of her, standing in the light with his back to the sun.

The sunlight seemed to filter through his body, dispersed into light particles and penetrate into her heart.

He didn't speak, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly as usual and glanced at her quietly.

The wind of traveling around the world seems to be back at this moment.

It didn't bring any falling petals, but it brought countless fragrances.

From it, I could even vaguely smell the smell of washing powder left on the boy's clothes, as well as a touch of sunshine.

He lightly brushed the young man's temples, causing the corners of his mouth to curve slightly in a gentle arc.

Just like his paintings.

The sunset is beautiful, the soft light reflects through the woods, and is dotted on the two paintings.

The characters in the boy's paintings seemed to come alive at this moment, pieced together with her paintings to become complete.

The eyes of each other in the painting seem to be able to penetrate the canvas and cross the gap between the easels, and they are closely connected.

It allows people to easily imagine a story in the comic "Fu Lian's Burial".

After a long period of baptism, the elves with weak emotions do not understand the meaning of people playing and playing in the sea of ​​flowers.

While she was in a daze, a beautifully woven flower crown was gently placed on her head by the boy next to her.

At this moment, the elf girl wearing a gorgeous garland was like a flower in the sea of ​​flowers. She still didn't understand the meaning of the human hero garlanding her with flowers.

The girl's heart was filled with unknown confusion, but she only had eyes for the other person.

The boy seemed to be able to read her thoughts, and there was only tenderness hidden in his heart when he looked at her.

The two of them looked calm, without saying a word, but they seemed to have said endless words.

Above the sea of ​​flowers, the fragrance of flowers fills the air, and everything is quiet and beautiful.

So are the people outside the painting.

Natsume Qingyu suddenly felt someone pulling on his clothes and turned around.

"Give."

Yamamoto Yoshi came close to him at some point and handed him a hand-knitted garland.

Yamamoto Yoshi couldn't explain it clearly, but it was obviously a thank-you gift knitted for Sister Hatsukano.

But at this moment he thought it would be most appropriate to hand the wreath to Natsume's brother.

It's fate.

Natsume Qingyu felt so emotional that he subconsciously took the wreath, looking calm on the surface.

But inside, my heart beat faster like an electric shock, and the temperature on my face rose crazily.

Maybe the sun is too hot, or maybe I have a pollen allergy.

It’s definitely not nervous or shy anymore.

What to do?
Wear it on your head?

Young man, how cowardly do you have to be to have such unsatisfactory thoughts.

How could the dignified Master Huatian be so timid? Isn't it just to put a garland on the child?
What are you afraid of? What are you feeling guilty about?
That guy Hatsukano Suzune didn't run away either, so he might be able to scare her if he rushed up to her now.

He understands the truth, but why are there garlands here? ~
……

Natsume Qingyu has been cheering in his heart, but has not taken any action.

Became cautious.

"I gave this to Sister Hatsukano. Since I'm not tall enough, I have to give it to my taller brother Natsume."

While Yamamoto Yō spoke, he distanced himself from Natsume Kiyoha until he retreated to Nohara Aoi.

They looked like two little flower children standing not far away, but Natsume Qingyu felt that there was a Milky Way between them.

He and Hatsukano Suzune were the only ones left in the world.

He had to do something, Natsume Qingyu rolled his throat.

He slowly approached Hatsukano Suzune, and the fragrance of olives gradually became clearer on his nose.

Hatsukano Suzune held her right arm with her left hand, her expression remained as calm as ever.

The wind slightly stirred the hair on her forehead, and the blue lake under her long eyelashes began to ripple.

No matter how determined Natsume Kiyoha was, she placed the wreath on Hatsukano Suzune's head very gently.

"Say yes first." Hatsukano Suzune stabilized the flower crown and glanced elsewhere, "This is to prevent the children from being sad, so I didn't refuse."

What, it turns out he is not the only one who is shy!
Just like being called upon by the teacher in class and forced to stand in the back, the more people there are, the happier everyone will be.

Natsume Qingyu looked completely relaxed at this moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled heartily.

"Roger that," he said softly.

"Can you, this guy, be less of a talker?"

Hatsukano Suzune's gaze retracted from a distance and fell on Natsume Kiyoha's face.

Standing in the huge sun disk, Natsume Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at her quietly with tenderness and clarity.

"Definitely next time."

A young man in his youth will never be stingy with his smile.

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