My girlfriend is a bad lady

After a long silence, Kujo Miki's deep voice came:

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

"No." said Toru Watanabe.

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

They had had sex, and she was his for life.

"Later one night, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was sitting in a car and saw you and Qingye Rin walking on the road, talking and laughing."

Miki Kujo didn't say anything else.

Why did I have that dream? Was it because of the estrangement between me and Toru Watanabe? Was it a manifestation of my long-standing worries?

She didn't say whether the dream ended there or how she felt after waking up.

Watanabe Toru didn't ask anything, but just held her hand tightly, put his arm around her waist, and whispered firmly in her ear:

"Meiji, I will always love you."

"What if the dream happened?"

"I don't know what happened in the dream, but even if our lives intersected and you only glanced at me in the car, and we never had any contact since then, like two perpendicular lines that only intersect once in a lifetime, I would follow the lines, return to the intersection, and look for you."

"Go on."

"Looking for you, thousands and thousands of times."

"Tell me more."

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

"Isn't that death? What a metaphor." Miki Kujo hit Toru Watanabe on the chest and sat up.

Watanabe Toru looked at her face that had regained its vitality and smiled: "We must die in a line. Look how much I love you."

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more."

"If I don't let you support those two women, will you love me?"

"I loved you then, and I love you even more now, twice as much as you love me."

“Isn’t it true that the depth of love cannot be described in words?”

"What's the reason? Why not? Who said that? I will kill him tonight."

Kujo Miki gave Watanabe Toru a fierce look with her charming and noble eyes.

The two men stood up, and they were the only two left on the hillside.

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

Kujo Miki threw herself on his back.

Watanabe Toru hooked her legs, stood up, and said with a smile:

"You suddenly rushed over, be careful not to fall. This is a hillside, just roll down."

"Do you want to roll around with your sister on the hillside where wild flowers are blooming?" Miki Kujo bit Watanabe Toru's ear and teased him with a smile in her rippling voice.

"Okay."

The blue sky, the white cumulus clouds, the hillside covered with wild flowers, Watanabe Toru holding a drawing board, carrying Kujo Miki who wanted to roll on his back, walking on the high ridge.

Back at the campsite, Rin Kiyono and the two ladies painted facing the lake on the top of the mountain. The two ladies held paintbrushes in their right hands and fruits in their left hands.

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

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

"You've come just in time!" Mrs. Kujo said to the two people who came down the hillside, "Take a boat to the center of the lake and be our models."

Toru Watanabe and Miki Kujo got on the boat and rowed to the center of the lake.

"Your mother is really bossy, just like you."

"You don't like it?"

"Like your mother? At this point, I won't lie to you. I feel average about her."

Kujo Miki kicked him.

When they reached the center of the lake, Watanabe Toru let go of the oars and continued to sail in the boat above the blue sky and white clouds in the lake.

"Are we just going to sit here like idiots?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"You made me get up." Kujo Miki said dissatisfiedly.

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

"Will you really love me forever?"

"I swear," Watanabe Toru slowly approached and said in his low and gentle voice, "I swear to the blue sky and the mountaintop lake that I, Watanabe Toru, will always love Kujo Miki."

He put his left arm around Kujo Miki and placed his right hand on her shoulder, staring at the delicate little face that was slightly tilted upward.

Kujo Miki closed her eyes.

The sun fell on her face.

The cold and soft lips touched Watanabe Toru's breath.

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

……

By the lake, with the help of a camping lamp, Toru Watanabe admired the oil painting centered on him and Miki Kujo.

Five people sat around the table, with a charcoal fire in the middle and a grill on top of it. On the grill were corn, sausages, asparagus, shrimps, meat skewers, and so on.

A bonfire burned nearby, sparks rising like rain and mist.

"How is it, Watanabe-kun?" Mrs. Kiyono pursed her crystal clear lips and blew air on the asparagus, worried that they would be burned.

"It's a realm that I can never reach no matter what." Watanabe Toru put down the painting in admiration.

"No need to be modest," Qingye Rin said as he ate a thin slice of roast beef, "You can also draw ape-man very well."

"That's right." Watanabe Toru picked up a skewer of meat, bit it with his teeth, pulled it, chewed it with big mouthfuls, and the fat exploded in his mouth. "When it comes to drawing ape-men, I think Kamikawa is the best."

"Painting of an ape-man?" Mrs. Kujo asked curiously.

"It means ugly." Miki Kujo was eating a brightly colored skewer of meat, green peppers, corn, and asparagus.

"It's fine to say it's ugly, but at least explain what it is. It's the painting that's ugly, not the person," protested Toru Watanabe.

The two ladies laughed.

"Watanabe-kun," Mrs. Kiyono's lips were still burned, "We have drawn pictures, do you want to show your talent too?"

"Are you sure you want me to sing?" Toru Watanabe looked around at everyone and said with a smile.

"Forget about singing!" Everyone refused.

"Oh, I remembered." Watanabe Toru put down the skewer and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

He walked to the lake and broke off a leaf to make a flute.

He sat back in his seat, "When I was back home, I was the best at playing the Kusanagi flute in Mizawamura."

"Are you the only one blowing it?" said Miki Kujo.

"Nonsense, all the kids in the village can play it! It's ready." Toru Watanabe put the flute to his lips.

The long and nostalgic sound of the grass flute erased the surrounding sounds, and the sky, the earth, and the lakeside all returned to silence.

Under the bright moonlight, the sounds of grass flutes, bonfires burning, and lake water lapping against the shore interweave into a soft melody.

When the song ended, the ladies clapped softly.

"It sounds nice." Mrs. Kiyono praised.

"Why is it the Kamikawa school song?" Miki Kujo tore off a bit of meat and fed it to the "Queen".

"The Yotsuya hills, the school building where crows fly over, our alma mater, Kamikawa." Watanabe Toru sang the beginning, "This is probably the only song I can sing without going out of tune."

"It's a pity there's no guitar." He added, "Otherwise I'd make the moon fall in love with me tonight."

"Guitar?" Miki Kujo confirmed.

"The oboe doesn't have the same feeling as the guitar." Watanabe Toru laughed, "How about me holding the guitar, crossing my legs, singing beautiful songs by the lake or by the campfire? Will you love me more?"

"It sounds good, but you can't play the guitar, and you can't sing," said Rin Kiyono.

"That makes sense." Watanabe Toru nodded, "Anyone want to sing? I can accompany you."

"We'll sing a song together, and then Rin and Miki will sing a song together." Mrs. Kiyono wiped her mouth with a tissue.

I don’t know if they discussed it beforehand, but Mrs. Kujo agreed immediately.

Without giving her daughter a chance to object, she said, "Watanabe-kun just played the school song, so let's sing the graduation song."

""Tabiri no Riに"?" Mrs. Kiyono guessed.

Mrs. Kujo shook her head seriously.

"'Suitachi-chi no Uta'?" Mrs. Kiyono immediately said the next song title.

"correct!"

Mrs. Kiyono laughed happily, and the two seemed to be playing a song title game.

Mrs. Kujo turned around and asked Watanabe Toru: "Watanabe-kun, have you heard of it?"

"I have heard of it, but please wait a moment." Watanabe Toru closed his eyes and recalled the day he graduated from Mizawa Junior High School a year ago.

Remembering the tune, he played it twice on his straw flute.

"Okay." After saying that, he played the prelude to farewell.

Mrs. Kiyono and Mrs. Kujo looked at each other and started singing at the same time.

"Flowers are colorful, clouds are flowing"

"Unforgettable memories, bringing back thousands of thoughts"

"Leave the memory to yesterday's windowsill"

"Spread your wings and fly into the blue sky today"

The singing of the two ladies is really beautiful.

After the song was over, Watanabe Toru applauded alone, and the two ladies bowed their heads politely to express their gratitude.

"The wives' group is over, it's the daughters' group's turn." Mrs. Kiyono clasped her hands and said, "Watanabe-kun, you will be the judge and see which group sings better."

"no problem."

"No." Qingye Rin refused coldly.

Kujo Miki smiled and said, "That's fine with me."

"Rin~" Mrs. Kiyono puffed up her cheeks like an angry little girl.

Qingye Rin turned a blind eye, picked up the golden roasted pork belly from the grill, dipped it in a saucer, and put it into his mouth elegantly.

"Then what do you want to do?" Mrs. Qingye said dissatisfiedly.

After eating the pork belly, Qingye Rin said, "Recently, the three of us participated in a light novel writing competition. The results will be announced in early June. Now we will recite them to you. See who is better."

"Write novels?" Mrs. Kujo asked curiously, "Does Miki also do this?"

Watanabe Toru told her the reason, but she still pretended to be unaware.

"The loser will wear a maid outfit for a week," said Kujo Miki, looking at Kiyono Rin, "The clothes have been made for you."

"I've also prepared yours." Qingye Rin responded with a smile.

"It looks really interesting," Mrs. Kiyono said impatiently, "Quickly recite it to us!"

Kiyono Rin took a sip of barley tea.

“At the end of March or the beginning of April, I was running like crazy at Morioka Station…”

"Wait, why are you carrying me?!" Toru Watanabe asked in surprise.