I really don't want to be reborn.

Is it merely reciting something out of feeling?

Is there no other deeper meaning?

Fortunately, Kyosuke Kosaka didn't delve into it. He forced himself to become stupid, as stupid as Amitabha Buddha, with bumps all over his head.

"You...you're reciting a poem? Ah, I'm not quite sure about that, because I'm not very familiar with that novel. Black Cat, are you familiar with it?"

Black Cat stated that she doesn't read any classic literature at all, and it would be difficult for her to design elements like Mendeleev, the great magician of elements, or Newton, the great cosmic puller.

Let's leave literary classics alone!

Of course, the current situation is... Miss Shino, you should probably leave classic works alone.

Shino followed silently behind them, thinking that they would be very happy if her sister were here, and that she was already happy even though her sister wasn't here.

These two contradictory ideas, both psychologically acceptable, are called doublethink in that novel...

Such thinking is unreasonable, especially towards one's own sister; it is extremely immoral and illogical.

(So ​​after reading, a sense of immorality became her new interest.)

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The Yokohama Red Brick Warehouses are a group of warehouses built from the late Meiji period to the early Taisho period, while the modern Red Brick Warehouses house a variety of shops, including trendy stores, restaurants, and cafes.

The site underwent renovations starting in 2002. After the renovations, Warehouse Hall 1 was used for cultural exhibitions, while Hall 2 was transformed into a commercial shopping facility.

This is where they arranged to meet Saori.

To be precise, it should be a plaza or open space near the red brick warehouse. Kyosuke Kosaka had been here some time ago and knew that it was a newly emerging tourist hotspot.

The lighting effects, especially at dusk, are one of Yokohama's famous night views.

“Every night, dark red lights illuminate the area around the red brick warehouse, casting a soft and warm glow over the entire complex.”

Kyosuke Kosaka craned his neck and saw a vast expanse of white. A smile appeared on his face: "At night, this place will be bathed in a layer of red, creating a very dreamy feeling."

Although the two girls didn't speak, their eyes clearly showed anticipation and longing.

He didn't say the most important thing.

—For couples, that's the most heartwarming and suitable situation.

Under the cold wind blowing from the harbor, the most sentimental of the three, the black cat, looked around with curiosity, appreciating the old-world charm of Yokohama, and occasionally took out his phone to record something.

Is this considered research?

He met up with Saori, and then they ate something at a nearby snack shop. The black cat was still writing something on her phone, and she would glance at him from time to time, her eyes full of vigilance.

Kyosuke was too lazy to play riddles with the little black cat. He was cutting the cake for Shino when he suddenly heard the black cat's low voice beside him: "You damn lolicon!"

"..."

He then began to hurt the black cat, seemingly taking his sister's place in a back-and-forth exchange with the black cat.

Saori smiled to the side, a look of satisfaction on her face.

Shino watched all this, but ate her cake in silence.

My brother-in-law really likes black cats, doesn't he?

He seems to like girls who are somewhat similar to his sister: those who are cunning, sharp-tongued, have long, straight black hair, or are literary girls. Isn't Kuroneko almost exactly like his sister?

As expected of a "Kasumigaoka Utaha supremacist," she swung the fork in her hand, licked her lips, unsure whether she should be happy or unhappy.

The next moment, the person who had upset her spoke up: "Shino-chan likes cake?"

"Ah."

"So, can you bake a cake?"

Does chocolate count?

She thought of the failed artwork she'd sent on Valentine's Day and got a little angry: "I can't, but you can?"

Miss Saori was a little embarrassed, and her cheerful voice instantly lowered: "Um... I can have someone make it."

She has maids and a housekeeper.

Shi bluntly pointed out: "Why not just buy it?"

She even showed off a little: "Buying a cake is also a kind of work, so you have to be more diligent."

"..."

Saori-sama can't keep smiling anymore!

This guy... even though she can't bake a cake herself, he still exposed her shortcomings and even made sarcastic remarks with a straight face.

As expected of Kasumigaoka Utaha's younger sister, she's incredibly strong.

"Don't speak!"

Shino was about to use the words from the book to teach this big guy a lesson, but the moment she opened her mouth, her brother-in-law stuffed it full, leaving her speechless.

"Just eat your food, what are you babbling about?"

Kyosuke Kosaka had long since finished his verbal sparring with the black cat, and then he started to shut his sister-in-law up, but she was fierce and gave him a sharp look.

But halfway through, Shino's gaze softened.

The man fed her while stroking her hair with his other hand, which felt warm and comforting.

The black cat's voice was eerie: "Is your sister-in-law really that fun?"

Saori doesn't know if her sister-in-law is fun or not.

Although I have an older sister.

Although my older sister got married long ago.

Although I should also be someone else's sister-in-law.

However, Ms. Saori wasn't very interested in her brother-in-law; she was more interested in tonight's activities.

The ice rink at the Yokohama warehouse!

Starting last year, every winter, the square of the red brick warehouse is transformed into a huge open-air ice rink for people to play and have fun.

In the hearts of the locals, it's not complete if they don't come here to ice skate in winter.

After the four of them had their fill of shopping in the commercial area, they went to other nearby attractions.

The ice grass crunched underfoot.

Tourists strolled in twos and threes, pointing and chatting, taking photos and laughing, bidding farewell to the last bit of winter's chill.

"Shina, are you getting used to living in the city?"

Shi nodded without saying a word.

Kyosuke Kosaka walked behind her: "Last autumn I went to Tottori and saw that the scenery there was really beautiful. I suggested to your sister that we live there in the future."

"Oh."

"However, she objected to the suggestion—if you had to choose where to live back then, would you choose Tokyo or your hometown in Tottori?"

She didn't give a direct answer, only saying that she wanted to live with her sister and that she would be wherever her sister was.

“I used to have a writer friend who longed for a life in nature, but when it came to actually camping, he couldn’t even last a week.”

For Kyosuke's generation, water, electricity, gas, and internet are all indispensable. His goal for himself is that even if he lives in a remote area, he will at most be like Okumizome in "Yosuga no Sora".

It can't get any more remote.

Otherwise, you might not even be able to buy a condom.

As he was reminiscing, he suddenly felt Shino tug at his hand. The little girl looked up at him with great anticipation: "Camping..."

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Today I was discussing camping with a classmate, and he thought I was talking about illicit sex...

I don't think we can solely blame Shichen and Sichuan dialect for the inability to distinguish between nasal sounds!

Chapter Twenty-Three: This Sorrow Has Nothing to Do with the Wind or the Moon

evening.

The owl took flight at dusk, the glass curtain walls of the shops surrounding the red brick warehouse glowed fiery red, then gradually turned leaden gray, and occasionally a flash of light would appear as a shooting star.

Sitting behind the shop window, I quietly watched the birds fly into the darkness, saw the outline of the distant mountains shimmer with a dim golden light, and finally could only see the winter trees.

It is probably only in autumn and winter that people realize the cruelty of time.

We enjoy life in spring, praise life in summer, and only in autumn do we lament the passing of life.

Winter's deadly threat has reached a point where we can no longer lament but are forced to seek warmth.

"In winter, at dusk, I met an elderly man in Shizuoka Prefecture. I asked him what it felt like to realize that you are slowly getting old."

Before Saori could answer, Kyosuke Kosaka continued, "He said he felt like he was sinking in the sea, dizzy and disoriented, and that he was just a little bit of time away from drowning."

"That's it..."

Miss Saori nodded slightly and spoke in a voice completely different from her previous cheerful and lively tone. It was gentle, with a moderate volume, and a beautiful voice that made people feel that she was a lady from a respectable family.

"Yes, life goes by so fast, and so do relationships. We're having so much fun together, and then tomorrow we might be worlds apart, never to see each other again..."

Kyosuke Kosaka turned his head to look at her, frowning.

Saori snapped out of her daze, scratching the back of her head somewhat embarrassedly: "Kyo-Kyosuke, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I suddenly had a thought: if Saori took off her glasses, she might actually be a beautiful young lady."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment! I'll just have to bear with it!"

They sat facing each other. Ever since Shino went out with the little black cat to gather information and digest her food, he and Saori had been sitting here, chatting occasionally but never really getting to the point.

It wasn't awkward small talk, nor was it a display of tenderness.

This wasn't how he and Kasumigaoka Utaha interacted; Kousaka Kyosuke was simply waiting, waiting for the big guy to ask a question.

Saori definitely has something to ask or say.

"I actually prefer to eat fresh figs."