How rude, we are pure love!

"Just explain it..." Qingye walked out of the locker and snorted in dissatisfaction. He found that these loser heroines always made the most wrong choices at critical moments.

"There's no way around it!"

The blonde girl jumped out and fanned her cheeks with her hands as if they were a small fan. The scene she had seen before emerged uncontrollably in her mind.

This guy... is surprisingly good-looking. He's still in junior high school.

She quickly shook her head to get rid of the strange image in her mind.

"that……"

Hearing the girl's call, Qingye turned around.

"Thank you for what you did just now..."

Eriri faced him, her fair face slightly flushed, and her voice had a hint of arrogance that was unique to her, as well as a hint of embarrassment, a hint of shyness, and a hint of boldness. They mixed together to form a unique girlish sentiment.

A young girl is like a bright flower, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her.

Isn't this something that can be said nicely?

"Don't be so stupid next time, Miss Sawamura." Kiyono said to her with a smile.

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083. Snow Under the Basement and Lao Ba's Descend to the Earth【9K5】

In the quiet and elegant wooden house, the young man sat upright in front of the computer, with a glint of wisdom in his eyes, as if he was not facing a cold, blank document, but standing on the long river of time and space, quietly overlooking everything.

He saw the mournful songs and dances of the geishas, ​​the secluded girls of the Heian period kneeling before low tables, brushes in hand, stroke by stroke, the poems that had flowed silently for millennia, the dazzling fireworks...

Lightning of thought is bursting out, Qingye's smile contains all the mysteries of the world, and his mind has already seen through the origin of literature.

He saw it! He saw it all! He also saw a bridge sprouting from beneath his feet. On the other side of the bridge, those amazing writers were smiling brightly at him: Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Kawabata Yasunari, and even Dazai Osamu, with his melancholic smile...

It's now!

A gleam of light flashed in Qingye's eyes, and his fingers were placed on the keyboard, ready to perform a graceful and fast dance, but at this moment, with a "rustle", the paper door was opened, and Yukinoshita Haruno walked in holding a cardboard box.

She looked at the boy, who was as still as a statue, and tilted her head. "Hmm? Sorry, did I disturb you?"

"Not really."

The speed of the dance became that of an old turtle. Qingye sighed. Anyway, he didn't have any inspiration...

"By the way, what are you holding in your hand?" He glanced at Sister Yang Nai.

"Qiangqiang, this is a gift for you!"

Yukinoshita Haruno put down the cardboard box, took out something from it with a smile and showed it to him - it was a modern painting by Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Next, she proudly took out portraits of literary masters from all ages.

"Don't you want to win a literary award, Kiyono? That's why I'm lending you all my power as a great writer."

"This isn't Dragon Ball," Qingye complained.

"This is to let you learn the spirit of your predecessors. Ah, Mr. Dazai Osamu, please don't learn it. I don't want to commit suicide for love with my younger brother in the future... Come to think of it, it seems not bad."

Yang No said something extraordinary in a sunny and cheerful tone.

By the way, the person who committed suicide with the leader of depression was his mistress.

Kiyono Mingzhi did not respond to this topic. He stood up and helped her hang several paintings on the wall. Although he felt that it was unnecessary, it was also the girl's good intention.

"Huh...it's so hot."

It was approaching summer, and beads of sweat appeared on Yukinoshita Haruno's forehead. She lifted her skirt to get some fresh air.

Only then did he notice that Yang No was wearing a pink and white off-shoulder miniskirt with an exquisite bow tied around her waist. Layers of lace embellished the exquisite skirt. Her slightly shorter hair was draped over her shoulders, and sparkling earrings hung on her round ears. Her amazingly slender legs were exposed to the air for everyone to see. Her fashion was cute in a way that suited her age.

A carefully crafted aroma filled the room.

...Did she just come back from a party?

Qingye muttered, he is a young man now, he should be a little more careful!

Yukinoshita Haruno didn't care about all this. She picked up a fashion magazine that she had prepared long ago from the cardboard box, and casually lay on the boy's bed and started flipping through it. If there was any girl he knew who paid the most attention to dressing up, it would definitely be Haruno.

"Xiao Qingye, don't worry about me. Just focus on writing." Her voice was lazy.

Qingye, who had already figured out her little devil character, took a deep breath and ignored her.

"...This outfit is so cool, but it doesn't suit me."

Yang Nai turned another page.

"Ah, this panda necklace is also very cute, I want it."

She flipped through most of the magazine carelessly, then threw the book aside. She propped up her face and observed the pretty boy for a while. After confirming that he was scratching his head and making no progress, she spoke with confidence:

"Brother-kun, when are you going to submit your article? Do you need your sister to accompany you?"

"About half a year or so." Qingye stopped torturing himself, took his hands off the keyboard, and looked peaceful.

"Hey... so fast, can I show you the manuscript?"

Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes sparkled. She and her mother had always known Kiyono's goal, but they had never really taken it to heart. Or rather, they had not taken it to heart at this stage. After all, no one would expect a junior high school student to write a world-shaking article, but Kiyono had really taken one firm step at a time.

As long as he has this determination, he is already far ahead of his peers. Even if he fails, it doesn't matter - he still has plenty of time to strive in the future.

"No problem. This book of the Great Emperor's Enlightenment is just right for ambitious people like Miss Yang Nai." Qingye smiled slightly.

"Oh, so open and honest, it seems like you're really writing something serious..." The girl smiled, then stood up and jumped behind him, patting the chair. "Get out of the way."

Kiyono made way, and Yukinoshita Haruno sat down, pulled the document to the top and looked at it carefully.

Gradually, the girl's expression became serious.

The title of Qingye's book consists of only one word - "Moon", which highlights the tribute to the predecessors.

Japanese traditional literature likes to pay attention to themes such as "mono no aware" and "loneliness", and especially likes to describe the longing and compassion for the fleeting beauty like falling cherry blossoms, and to salvage the fleeting aesthetics in the stream of life and death. Kiyono's writing now has a bit of this melancholy flavor, but it is just a faint background, not strong.

Rather than the decadent drowning, he emphasizes the strength of the people who, despite repeated failures, dare to challenge in such circumstances, and the spirit of refusing to bow to fate and choosing to grit their teeth and fight... Am I doing this reading comprehension?!

Yang Nai was in an extremely complicated mood. She had only read half of it, and the classic flavor of the beautiful literature was almost overflowing the screen. The whole article was filled with simple and profound descriptions, and every word and sentence seemed to have been polished through thousands of trials and tribulations.

She thought carefully about her age. Judging from her literary talent alone, she could only be this guy's sister - of course, she still could.

Even if someone pointed a gun at her head and told her that Qing Ye was not a genius, Yang Ye would firmly refute it - otherwise there would be no explanation! Not to mention junior high school students, she had never seen such a person even in high school! Even the strongest writers became famous in their twenties!

But... even if he is a genius, he is a genius who grew up in the Yukinoshita family, and he is still a genius who is bound to them.

Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she recalled the information about the Akutagawa Prize in her mind. The youngest winner was already nineteen years old, and he was the type who took shortcuts. So their family would have one more... twenty-year-old Kawabata Yasunari?

Yukino... who on earth did she pick up?

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The four seasons rotate.

Another year has passed.

After entering the second year of junior high school, Qingye has become much taller than Haruno, and his first literary work in his life has been officially completed. He is currently considering moving out.

After all, he is getting older, and it is not appropriate to continue living under the same roof with his beautiful sister. Although Yukinoshita's house is large, incidents such as bathroom break-ins and accidental mixing of underwear have basically never happened, but his identity is actually quite embarrassing. He is neither a real adopted son nor a real family member.

Once the novel is published, he will be able to live independently - if he continues to live off the Yukinoshita family, he feels that he will really be forced to become a plaything of the two sisters!

Although he doesn't mind marrying into the wife's family, he doesn't want the relationship to be too entangled with interests.

Qingye thought secretly as he revised the final manuscript.

April 20th.

Chiba, light rain.

It is advisable to pray for blessings, but not to get married.

In the early morning, Qingye curled up in his quilt, listening to the sound of the slanting wind and drizzle hitting the wooden house and bluestone slabs outside, and was reluctant to get up for a long time.

Today is the day he submits his work to the Akutagawa Prize.

He didn't get up until the rain gradually subsided, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and boiled some water. However, after returning to the room again, feeling the warm gazes of literary masters of all ages, he still perfunctorily burned a stick of incense to add a sense of ritual.

Although it was also a submission, what he recalled in his mind was the scene of that day, riding a bicycle through the light gray buildings in Tokyo, with a blue-haired girl behind him gently supporting him.

"Banaijai..."

He remembered the girl's clumsy prayer, her silent worry, and her joy after the manuscript was accepted. The first time is always the most impressive.

This time, he was calmer and more mature, but I didn't worry about him anymore. For him... well, there were still some, and more than one.

Qingye picked up the vibrating phone and looked at the text message sent by Yukinoshita. A feeling of nostalgia emerged in his heart.

"This kind of unpleasant sense of reality is indeed the kind of writing that only Kiyono-kun could write."

"If you really can't find any flaws, you can just praise me." Qingye sent an emoji of a panda hugging its chest.

Yukinoshita didn't reply again, as if she was being tsundere.

Kiyono smiled and sat down in front of the computer - he chose to submit his Akutagawa Prize electronically. After all, as a half-member of the Yukinoshita family, he no longer needed to run around to save a little postage, and besides, the magazine company was not in Chiba.

He opened the Akutagawa Award's email address, and just as he was about to send it, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

"Wait, wait! Sister hasn't prayed yet!" Yang Nai ran over barefoot and held his hand.

"It's okay, I've already prayed to the gods on your behalf."

Qingye pointed to the burning incense on the table on the other side. However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he touched his throat strangely, feeling a little strange... His voice seemed hoarse?

Yukinoshita Haruno also heard his slightly hoarse voice, her pretty face was stunned, then she moved closer to him and pressed his shoulders.

"This is... the voice change period!" The girl seemed to have made some valuable discovery, and her eyes, which had always been light but clear, were sparkling.

Oh, I forgot there was such a thing.

Since it wasn't a fever or a cold, Qingye's expression became much calmer. After all, he had experienced the same thing once.

But the short-haired girl stared at him closely, with an indescribable charm in her expression. She arched her eyebrows and chuckled.

"Yukino-chan doesn't even know this, right?"

——Don’t use such weird words!

This young lady, who always maintained a perfect and elegant smile in front of outsiders, tilted her head.

"I know all the changes that have taken place in Qingye-kun, so we are true childhood sweethearts."

Yukinoshita Haruno's tone was gentle, and her unique fragrance lingered in her ears. She didn't seem to be deliberately using words that might cause misunderstanding, but it was this kind of teasing that seemed intentional or unintentional that made people most itchy.

"Hey, call me Yang No, this is a unique voice that you won't hear again."

Qingye turned around silently and faced the computer, his earlobes feeling a little hot.

"Just say it." She seemed to not care about her usual image at all in front of Qingye.

"Sister Yangno, it's time to submit your work." Qingye's face was solemn.

The girl sighed regretfully and looked at the screen along with him.

"Will it be successful... There has never been such a young winner of the Akutagawa Prize?" Yono quickly switched to serious mode.

On the other hand, if he succeeds, he can be said to have broken history.

When she thought of this, even Yang Noi's heart started pounding. She would not have had such unrealistic fantasies before, but now she really felt that it was possible.

"Don't overthink it." Qingye let go of the mouse and smiled calmly. "How about you post it? I'll give you a sense of participation."

"Okay."

Yang Nai sat on the chair next to him like a sweet girlfriend, then smiled and took the mouse he had just held and slowly placed it on the send button.

However, her mood was beyond her expectations.

As the heir of the Yukinoshita family, she has witnessed many big scenes. Even the real winners of the Akutagawa Prize have seen many of them, but at this moment, her hands were shaking inexplicably.

Is the fate of the future great writer in her hands?

Yang Nai tilted his head and glanced at Qingye.

send.

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