"Pu"

When Shiro Watanabe opened his eyes, what caught his eye was the blue sky with white clouds rolling.

The sky has been clear since morning. After noon, a few clouds floated from somewhere, but the sun was still very bright.

He lowered his head slightly, and Miki Kyujo snuggled in his arms.

Gently stroked her delicate little face, picked up a strand of hair, and scratched her neck.

"Yeah—" Miki Kyujo made a slight dissatisfaction.

She twisted her body, leaning closer to Toru Watanabe, her face buried all in his arms.

Watanabe Shirabaya put his right hand on her slender waist and picked up her right hand with his left hand.

Jiuji Meiji has five slender fingers and thin nails as red as petals. In the warm sun, her hands are almost transparent and delicate.

As if he was massaged by a baby's hand, Tsuku Watanabe held her hand for a while and let it go.

After a while, Miki Kyujo woke up.

She glanced at Shiro Watanabe, closed her eyes again, and slept in his arms, still playing with her hands.

"Stop sleeping." Shiro Watanabe patted his right hand on her waist and prepared to get up.

With one leg on him, Toru Watanabe had to lie down again.

His lips pressed against her faintly fragrant hair: "What's wrong?"

"I haven't been sleeping well recently." Miki Kujo closed her eyes.

Watanabe Tsubaki remembered that she did wake up early this morning.

He guessed whether it was because of Mai Tomorrow and Aoi Koizumi.

Miki Kujo could make such a decision because she had thought about it countless times, and thought about it at night.

He didn't ask, just hugged her tightly.

After a while of silence, Miki Kyujo's low voice came:

"After I knew you had lovers, I wanted to kill them directly. It was a very simple thing, but I couldn't do it. I hesitated and worried that you would leave me."

"No." said Toru Watanabe.

No matter what Miki Kujo did, even if they hated each other, he would not allow her to leave.

The two had sex, and she was his for the rest of her life.

"One night later, I had a dream, dreaming that I was sitting in the car and saw you and Rin Kiyono walking on the road talking and laughing."

Miki Kyujo didn't continue talking about it.

Why did you have that dream? Because of the estrangement between you and Watanabe Tsubasa? The manifestation of your constant worry?

She didn't say anything about whether the dream ended here, and what kind of mood she felt after waking up from the dream.

Watanabe Tsubasa asked nothing, but just held her hand tightly, put her waist around her, and whispered and firmly in her ear:

"Meiji, I will love you forever."

"What if something happened in the dream?"

"I don't know what happened in my dream, but even if the intersection of our lives is only you who looked at me in the car, and there has been no contact since then. It is like two lines that are perpendicular to each other, which only meet once in a lifetime. I will follow the lines and return to the intersection and find you."

"Speak."

"Look for you thousands of times."

"Say a little more."

"At that time, you are still a straight line, and I become a wavy line. Do you know the electrocardiogram? Up and down, up and down, constantly intersecting with your straight line, and the last two lines become one line."

"Isn't that dead? What a metaphor?" Mihi Kyujo hit Watanabe Toru's chest and sat up.

Watanabe Tsubaki looked at her revived angry face and smiled: "Diet to die in a line, see how much I love you."

"I love you even more."

"No, I love you more."

"I won't let you raise those two women, will you love me?"

"Then I love you too, and now I love you more, twice as much as you love me."

“Isn’t the depth of love undesirable?”

"What's the reason? Why can't it be? Who said it? I'll kill him tonight."

Miki Kyujo's charming and noble eyes gave Toru Watanabe a fierce look.

The two stood up, and the only two of them were left on the hillside.

Toru Watanabe bent down to pick up the drawing board in the grass. The "click" I heard just now was the sound of the drawing board being blown down by the wind.

Miki Kyujo pounced on his back.

Watanabe Tsubaki hooked her legs and stood up while smiling:

"Suddenly pounced over and fell down carefully. This is the hillside, and it rolled down directly."

"Are you going to roll on the hillside with your sister after blooming wild flowers?" Miki Kyujo bit Tetsu Watanabe's ear and teased her with her undulating voice.

"OK."

The blue sky, white cumulus clouds, the hillside full of wild flowers, Tsuku Watanabe holding the drawing board, and walking on the high ridge with the Nijo Miki who wanted to roll on his back.

Back at the campsite, Rin Kiyono and his two wives painted against the mountain lake. The two wives held a paintbrush in their right hand and fruit in their left hand.

Kiyono Rin struggled to scrape the weeds on the drawing board with a palette knife.

The gust of wind just now blew down her drawing board.

"You are here just right!" Mrs. Kujo said to the two people walking down the hillside, "You take a boat to the center of the lake and be models for us."

Toru Watanabe and Miki Kyujo boarded the boat and rowed towards the center of the lake.

"Your mother is really good at calling people, just like you."

"You don't like it?"

"I like your mother? I don't lie to you until now, I feel that I am just as good as my feelings for her."

Miki Kyujo kicked him.

When he arrived at the center of the lake, Tsushi Watanabe released his oar and still swam on the blue sky and white clouds in the lake.

"We're just sitting here stupidly?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"You asked me to get up." Miki Kujo said dissatisfiedly.

"I mean, can I kiss you, Meiji, my beautiful princess?"

"You really will love me forever?"

"I swear," Shiro Watanabe approached slowly and said in his low and gentle voice, "Swear to the blue sky, to the mountain peak lake, I, Shiro Watanabe, will love Miki Kujo forever."

He hugged Miki Nijo with his left hand and put his right hand on her shoulder, staring at the delicate little face that was slightly raised.

Miki Kyujo closed her eyes.

The sunlight fell on her face.

The cold and soft lips touched the breath of Toru Watanabe.

Her heart seemed to sink into the clear lake bottom, and also to fly to the white clouds and blue sky.

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By the lake, with the camping lights, Toru Watanabe admires the oil paintings set against him and Miki Kyujo as the background.

Five people sat around the table, with charcoal fire in the middle, and a grilled net was mounted on the charcoal fire, and there were corn, sausages, asparagus, shrimp, meat skewers, etc. on the grilled net.

The bonfire burned aside, and Mars rose like rain and fog.

"How is it, Watanabe-kun?" Mrs. Kiyono pouted her crystal-clear mouth, worried about being scalded and eating roasted asparagus.

"It's a realm that I can't reach no matter what." Watanabe Takara put down his painting in admiration.

"No need to be modest," Kiyono Rin ate the thin roast beef, "You are also very well drawn."

"That's right." Watanabe Tsuki picked up a bunch of meat, bite her teeth, pulled it, chewed it, and the fat exploded in his mouth. "I think I am the best at painting ape people."

"Drawing ape man?" Mrs. Kujo said curiously.

"It means ugly." Miki Kyujo was eating a skewer with meat, green pepper, corn, and asparagus on it.

"Just say it's ugly, at least it means that it means that it's ugly? It's ugly, not ugly." Takashi Watanabe protested.

The two wives laughed.

"Watanabe," Mrs. Kiyono's lips were still burned. "We painted the painting, would you also praise your talents?"

"Are you sure you want me to sing?" Tsuku Watanabe looked at everyone and said with a smile.
To be continued...