How rude, we are pure love!

The girl smiled brightly.

"Well, I will once again—"

They became familiar with each other again.

The words of the two people continued to linger in the darkness.

“Isn’t that too old-fashioned?”

"It's ok."

"You might have to wait a while."

"I see."

"Will it be annoying?"

"like very much."

Until the bright moon sets in the west.

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ps: It took a while to write, sorry.

I would like to recommend Ying Ning's new book, a brand new masterpiece by an old author who has completed many daily books. It is a love comedy suitable for Chinese babies——

107. The favorability of the three Yukinoshitas increases [three in one]

Men and women have always been passionate about different topics.

Men prefer to talk about the world and talk about it, especially about politics and career, while women prefer family, children, time and appearance - of course, some fairies who are detached from the world are not included.

For example, even now, even at a glamorous banquet, even if we decorate ourselves with money and power, the essence of the conversation has not changed at all. It is an instinct deeply engraved in our genes.

"Ah! Mrs. Yukinoshita—you've been hiding Mr. Kiyono for two years. It's time for us to meet him. Otherwise, I'm afraid the only way we can see him again is at your family's wedding."

It was dark outside the window, and the chandelier in the conference room inside cast star-like light on the dome.

A quiet and elegant woman walked over with her skirt lifted up - they had heard from each other by chance that the legendary young writer was the adopted son of the Yukinoshita family.

From then on, whenever they gathered together, Qingye became a hot topic of conversation.

"I heard that Mr. Kiyono's work has recently sparked discussion overseas."

The wealthy lady with a retro hairstyle took over the topic.

"But the most enviable one is the young lady from Xue's family. She has such a childhood sweetheart fiancé. Even my old man sighed, 'It would be great to have a son-in-law like this.'" The person with the daughter sighed with envy.

"The kid has been confined to preparing for the Tokyo University competition recently, so he might not be paying attention to these things."

Yukinoshita's mother's tone suddenly became gentle and reproachful.

Although no one asked this, the ladies still made knowing exclamations.

Yukinoshita's mother covered her lips with a folding fan, but her eyebrows were slightly raised. It was obvious that the head of the family was in a very happy mood.

Although Haruno and Yukino had received praise in the past, that was mostly for their appearance and behavior. It was her first time to experience someone like Kiyono single-handedly raising the attention and reputation of the entire family. It was like a dream.

Their family is not short of money, but their reputation may be a little lacking, but she does not have such great ambitions and just wants to protect the family foundation. Now Kiyono has changed this. When he and Yukino are admitted to the University of Tokyo in the future and achieve higher achievements, maybe the Yukinoshita family can even gain the reputation of a modern literary family?

Thinking of this, Yukinoshita's mother sighed slightly. Less than a year had passed, and Qingye's performance was getting better and better. This was the result of accumulated experience, and it also resonated with the ethos of modern society. Sales exceeded two million, and it was introduced overseas, sparking social discussion and even rumored to have reduced the suicide rate...

Regardless of the authenticity of the last point, the fact that the media is willing to report it shows the direction of the wind.

After that, she chatted with other people for a while, and then she returned home with a rare smile on her face.

With an excellent son-in-law at home, the disappointing Yukino finally has a direction and keeps working hard to improve herself. This can stimulate Haruno to some extent, allowing her to change her lazy style and make more positive progress.

And with Qingye-kun's help, Yang No will have an easier time in the future...

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Yukinoshita's mother got out of the limousine, walked through the courtyard and the eaves, and headed towards Kiyono's room, ready to show her concern for the future of the Yukinoshita family as usual - no matter whether he wanted to challenge the highest institution of learning or how good his grades were, in her eyes, the boy's health was the first priority.

That's why she called Qingye back home, because she was afraid that he was under too much pressure and was exhausting himself.

Qingye-kun must be working hard now, right?

Yukinoshita's mother had a gentle expression and knocked on the door gently.

The picture she imagined: reading famous works from home and abroad in the dim light of a desk lamp at night, drawing lessons from the past and understanding the present, thinking and studying in the magnificent ocean of history and literature, and constantly motivating herself to become a great writer.

But, she saw something.

Suddenly, there was a muffled "bang" sound from the wooden floor, and the girl's scream could be heard faintly. Yukinoshita's mother was startled and subconsciously opened the door.

The next moment, her pupils also froze, and the manuscripts scattered in the room fluttered in the air like cherry blossoms, and her beloved daughter - the always cold and frosty Yukinoshita Yukino - was pressing Kiyono on the tatami in an extremely indecent posture, her beautiful black hair falling on the boy.

Hearing the noise, the adolescent boys and girls turned their heads at the same time.

The moment she saw her mother, Yukinoshita's usually cold pupils began to spin slowly, and large blushes appeared on the tips of her ears and cheeks.

"Mother... things are not what you see. This is a misunderstanding!"

Looking at her daughter and Qingye who were in a panic, the beauty in kimono stood in front of the door, sighed in distress, and tapped her forehead with her folding fan.

Could it be that Yukino really is...

The image of Yang Noi flashed through her mind.

What should we do?

*

In the tea room with the paper door half open, Yukinoshita and Kiyono knelt on the tatami, coldly blaming each other, with no trace of their previous intimacy. The head of the family just sipped the warm Jiling black tea with snacks placed in front of him.

"Is this... a new way of conducting literary seminars?" Haruno appeared from behind her sister's shoulder, adding fuel to the fire with a serious expression. "Do you need my help in calling the police? But it seems that the person being ensnared is Yukino-chan."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "My sister has nothing to do here!"

Seeing the fire shift, Qingye took a sip of water, then habitually reached out and touched the exquisite snacks.

Snapped.

Yukinoshita's mother gently slapped his dog's paws away to show her attitude.

Seeing this scene, Yang Nai raised an eyebrow, quietly brought some snacks, and fed them with a smile: "Ah~"

Snapped.

This time it was Yukinoshita who slapped her sister's hand away.

"Xue Nori is so excessive! She doesn't even let me eat a single bite. Now she's so controlling. Qingye-kun may not have any personal space in the future!" Yang Nori described a dark future.

"I will fight for my freedom."

After making a joke, Qingye coughed and took advantage of this opportunity to suddenly speak:

"By the way, Auntie, the people from HNK contacted the publishing house today and asked if I had time to do a documentary about my life. It's an in-depth interview, and they might ask you to appear in it. If you don't accept, I'll turn it down."

HNK is a national public media, and its documentary columns and cultural specials are extremely authoritative. The record of his last book signing event was just a clip edited in the special, but this time it was a high-level interview, with only him throughout the whole process, and it may even be broadcast during prime time, which shows that his status has leaped this year.

Qingye has never been very enthusiastic about interviews and has turned down many invitations from magazines, which made his fans who have gradually become fans very regretful. However, this time is different.

It wasn't because of the high or low level of the matter, but because it involved the Yukinoshita family - this should be the first time that his relationship with the Yukinoshita family was truly made public. He didn't want them to think too much, so he told them immediately.

Interview?

The three Yukinoshita raised their eyebrows at the same time, as if thinking about something.

As a family of parliamentarians, the Yukinoshita family has some fame, but they are just local politicians. Compared with celebrities or writers, they receive very little media attention. At most, local TV stations will report on them. Of course, if you cause a scandal that is popular among the public, everyone will definitely give you a big headline.

But now they are instinctively feeling a little awkward about being interviewed on this kind of national program.

But Yukinoshita's mother understood what Kiyono meant, and felt relieved for a moment.

She pondered for a moment, "This interview will increase your public influence, so it's best to accept it."

There is no need to worry about privacy. The media in such a country will be strictly regulated and protected in all aspects. Even if they don't want to show their faces, they don't have to. She feels there is no reason to refuse.

"Then I'll talk to them tonight and set a time." Qingye nodded.

At this moment, Yukinoshita's mother tilted her head to look at her eldest daughter, who had a perfect smile, and said softly:

"Yang Nai, you should show your face too."

What the mother means is... Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes moved, and ripples appeared on the calm lake of her heart, spreading outward in a sparkling manner.

"Oh, this is my first time on a TV show like this. What if I become a national goddess? I'm so worried..."

She reached out and tapped her cheek with her finger.

Then, Yukinoshita's mother hesitated for a moment, turned her gaze back to Yukino, and said slowly:

"Yukino, you and Kiyono grew up together, would you like to appear on camera?"

"If you don't need to take a front-facing photo..." Yukinoshita Yukino took a deep breath and responded in a low but firm voice.

Her mother was not as strong as she had imagined, so she tried to muster up her courage.

Yang Nai narrowed his eyes and uttered an "ah".

My mother was probably just taking care of Yukino's feelings, wasn't she? She shouldn't have any other thoughts on her mind, right? Whether it was the position of heir or Kiyono, she was the one who had been working hard...

*

A writer's morning starts with a cup of black tea.

In a quiet courtyard filled with morning mist, an adoptive mother whose age cannot be determined is making tea. Then, holding the teacup, she gently pushes open the door of the child. The camera turns, and the table lamp that is still on is dimly lit. The boy is holding a pen, writing continuously with concentration and peace.

The boy put down his pen and turned his head.

He was wearing a white yukata and a sky blue haori, like a snow-capped mountain bathed in the first rays of morning light, even giving people a feeling of "holiness". Just looking at him made people feel moved.

The teacup was put down, and a gentle conversation took place. The scene of loving mother and filial son lasted for dozens of seconds, and a clear and melodious female voice narrated immediately afterwards.

[A Heisei phenomenon-level writer discusses the breakfast scene and creative secrets of "Moon."]

"Yes, I get up at six every day to write, and my adoptive mother takes care of me like this, serving me a cup of warm tea. To me, she is a real mother."

“However, I do occasionally stay up all night because there are many people waiting for my work, and this is the best time to let inspiration burn brightly.”

A clear sound like a spring breeze passing through a stream was heard.

"At night, you can reach out and touch the stars, opening the boundaries of dreams; in the morning, you can imitate the brilliance of life's birth. At this moment, there is no need to adjust the color, just cast the moment of the transition between sun and moon into the furnace, and let it blend into the poetry of dreams in the forging."

As he recited this, he glanced at the camera calmly, as if asking if this part was too contrived, and the other party responded with a thumbs-up.

【——9:17】

The young man sat on the eaves, the pages of "Snow Country" on his knees glowing with the warm yellow of old rice paper, and the background sound effect design was a mix of flowing water sounds.

[Mr. Kiyono is the youngest ever recipient of the Akutagawa Prize, and his book sales reached two million within two years. His writing is calm and inspiring. What drew you to the literary path?]

"Ah, this is after all due to my family... that is, the influence of my adoptive mother and my family."

He smiled gently:

"I used to wander around everywhere: on the streets, in parks, under bridges. I've seen trash cans empty at 4 a.m. and sat by the back door of a convenience store, soaked by the winter rain. I was incredibly angry back then, but they took me home, and that's when this idea came to me."

The boy looked up into the distance, as if he was looking at the stars and lights he saw when he first came here.

“Thoughts are fleeting and superficial. Only by writing them down on paper can those passionate thoughts be remembered forever.”

"So, I started writing. This was exactly my original intention. After I expressed this wish, my family gave me the greatest support. They made me realize that literature should not be a lonely snow-capped mountain, but a warm flame."

Off-camera, the eyes of the three Yukinoshitas were fixed on his face at the same time, and their expressions were extremely moving.

【——12:45】

A pair of hands appeared on the screen.

Slender and delicate, white as snow, with cherry blossom-colored nails as embellishment.

The hands were quietly folded on the thighs. Just by looking at the hands and legs, you could tell that this must be a beautiful girl who could be engraved on a painting.

I heard that Ms. Yukinoshita applied to the same University of Tokyo as Mr. Seino. Were you influenced by Mr. Seino? Did anything interesting happen during your preparation?

"This is my own wish. As for the minor incidents...does his frequent sneaking out to eat count?"

A clear and cold voice, like the sound of thin snow on the fingertips, was heard.

"Ms. Yukinoshita, what do you think of the metaphors of 'snow' and 'moon' that frequently appear in Seino-sensei's works? It's like chasing after a beautiful phantom."

The very slender fingertips trembled.