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Summer Cicadas: 243. 三目の浮气

"Are you awake?"

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of knees covered by an apricot-colored skirt in front of me. I looked at my knees in a daze, my mind was a little blank, and I didn't know what had happened. I sat up slowly and saw a familiar face.

"Hmm—Hmm—"

With his wrist against his forehead, his dizzy brain gradually began to recover. He gradually recalled what had happened, looked at the girl beside him, and then looked at the unfamiliar environment around him.

The girl looked at the boy who was sighing softly, and couldn't help biting her lips. She slowly stretched out her hand and handed the towel in her hand to the wise man.

"Are you ok?"

"Not very good. I was careless. Where are your parents?"

In the name of 'thanks' and 'hospitality', he was invited to the other party's home. The other party's somewhat tough attitude, coupled with the cold violence towards the girl in front of him, made Xianren unable to turn a blind eye. When he arrived at the other party's home, he was warmly entertained.

Because of his excessive enthusiasm, the wise man felt uncomfortable all over. Before he could do anything, the girl's mother left the girl to entertain him and left home.

The reason was that there was no food at home, so he went out to the nearby commercial street to buy food, leaving the wise man and the girl alone at home. I don’t know how the other party could let go of this.

Looking at the timid girl in front of him, the wise man did not express his deep grudges to her, but chatted with her calmly about some ordinary family matters, and also got a general understanding of some things about the girl.

But the things they talked about were basically superficial daily matters, and did not go deep into each other's family environment.

They kept chatting like this until Yuna's mother came home and prepared a sumptuous dinner specially to entertain Kento. Yuna's father also came home soon. When he saw Kento, he was not too surprised. After greeting him with a smile, he went to rest for a while.

Everything was relatively normal up to that time, but when dinner started, things started to change.

Yuna's father took out some wine, a relatively sweet fruit wine, and poured it into the glass in front of Xianren one cup after another, and told Xianren that it was "just a drink" to persuade him to drink.

The wise man was not completely ignorant of wine, and he had a general understanding of the fruit wine in front of him, and he knew that the alcohol content was not very high.

He once indulged in the sea of wine and forgot that he was not the person who would become numb to alcohol later. He drank glass after glass. Halfway through, his cheeks began to feel slightly hot. When the dinner was over, he found that the "fruit wine" was not an ordinary fruit wine. The alcohol content hidden under the sweetness was far beyond his expectation.

Even his young, untouched body couldn't handle the high concentration of alcohol. When he wanted to say goodbye and leave, he stumbled and nearly fell. The girl hurriedly supported him. Under the persuasion of Yuna's parents, he passed out drunk...

When he woke up again, the girl was looking after him.

"Going to work."

When talking about her parents, Yuna's face didn't show much emotion. Even though they were called her parents, they never cared too much about her affairs. She had long been clear and numb about these things.

"You left a strange boy at home alone with your daughter?"

Xianren didn't know how to describe such parents. He raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him. He stretched out his hand and gently pinched his eyebrows.

"Is it daytime now?"

"Well, it's daytime."

After wiping his cheeks with a towel, Xianren still hadn't completely woken up from his hangover and was still a little drowsy.

"Has it been a whole night?"

He buried his face in the towel, which had a faint fragrance. Without thinking too much, he slowly handed the towel to the girl beside him. He stood up little by little, looking at the unfamiliar room and the girl kneeling beside him.

“The bathroom is in…”

The blushing girl led the wise man to the bathroom door. The wise man went in, and the girl didn't know what to do, so she stood at the bathroom door in a daze.

After ten minutes in the bathroom, Xianren came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, accompanied by the sound of water.

Looking at the girl next to him, the band-aid on her face had been removed. It was still a little red and swollen, but not as serious as yesterday. Xianren raised his hand and looked at the hand in front of him. For some reason, he did not step back in fear. Instead, his eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes.

But the wise man was not so rude as to place his hand on the girl's face. He just raised it mid-air and then stopped.

"Your face, is it okay?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

She opened her eyes and looked at the other person's hand being withdrawn, and a hint of loss appeared on Yuna's face.

They walked all the way to the living room and the girl poured a cup of tea for Xianren.

"So, what exactly do your parents want to do?"

Sitting quietly, looking at the girl who also sat down next to him, the wise man asked her questions. Looking at the girl's personality and the fact that she didn't have that close a relationship with her parents, and her personality being somewhat weak, it was possible that he could get something out of her.

With her head lowered, she looked at the teacup in front of her. Facing the wise man's question, the girl was silent and hesitated for a moment. When she raised her head again, she looked at the boy in front of her with somewhat evasive eyes.

"Probably to avoid attracting the attention of other neighbors."

"Notice?"

"Father and Mother are both very concerned about what others think. If it was just Mother and I returning yesterday, people who saw the scars on my body would definitely have some criticism. But with Miyamizu-kun by my side, there wouldn't be much misunderstanding."

He had a general idea, but couldn't be sure. Looking at the girl in front of him, the wise man frowned.

If Yuna, covered in footprints and scars, was taken home by her mother and seen by people on the street, it would very likely cause rumors.

"So, you invited me to your house to avoid rumors like 'Kanobe's daughter seems to be having an affair outside'?"

“…That’s probably it.”

"So, why did your father keep giving me wine?"

"I have no idea."

In response, Yuna pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Last night, after helping Xianren into her room, Yuna took care of him. Later, she felt a little tired and left her room temporarily. When she passed by her parents' room, she heard the following conversation between them:

"You can't be mistaken. The clothes he's wearing are obviously from that famous brand. They must have cost at least several hundred thousand yen. Children from ordinary families wouldn't wear such expensive clothes on the street."

"But even if that's the case, the other party's family may not agree, right?"

"Don't think too much about it for now. What happened today has already left a stain on Yuna that can't be washed away. For Yuna's future, let her try to have something happen with that Miyamizu. That way, Yuna won't have to worry about her future."

"Yuuna... doesn't understand these things, and she might not seize an opportunity like this?"

"Then find a way to make something happen between the two of them. When everything happens, that boy named Miyamizu doesn't seem like an irresponsible person, so he will definitely succeed."

"Do you want Yuna to get married so soon?"

"You're old enough to get married. Since the law allows it, there's nothing wrong with getting married early."

When Yuna heard the conversation in her parents' room, her heart was filled with confusion and pain, as well as deep puzzlement. She didn't understand why her parents were so willing to give her to a boy they had just met.

But, thinking about the sudden appearance of the wise man today when I was in danger, and his concern for me...

The hand on her knee slowly moved up and covered her lower abdomen. Yuna bit her lip and was silent for a moment before giving an unwilling answer.

"No, I don't know."

Xianren felt that the girl in front of him seemed to be hiding something from him, but he didn't know the specific situation, so he didn't ask any more questions. When he felt that he had become much more sober, he said goodbye to her and left the Kobe family.

Before leaving, the girl called him and wanted to exchange contact information with him.

Xianren, who was about to refuse, looked at the girl in front of him, who was biting her lips with an expectant yet uneasy expression, and thought of her parents. After a moment of silence, he left his contact information.

I originally wanted to go back to the apartment, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing to do back there, so I checked the time on my phone.

"Information, I didn't read it much."

One from the world of Saionji, and another from Mito Yuka.

There are two pieces of information in total.

The message from the Saionji world was very brief - 'Are you asleep?'

As for Mito Yuge, she sent him a photo of a simple meal, which was probably what she cooked last night.

Occasionally, she would share her own life with him like this, which also maintained a certain tacit understanding between the two of them.

I took a quick photo of the street scene and replied to Mito Yuge's text message.

"Is there something going on today?"

The alcohol had not yet completely evaporated from his blood. The wise man standing by the road fell into deep thought, silently looking at the surrounding street scenes, recalling his own affairs, but could not think of anything important.

"Did you forget something?"

Walking slowly towards the private school in silence, Xianren didn't think about this problem. Anyway, when the time comes, he will naturally think of it when something happens.

When he arrived at the private school, Pingtian was a little concerned because he was a little late compared to the previous period.

"What happened?"

"Because of the party, I woke up a little late this morning, so I'm late."

"Well, then, go do the questions first. I have someone here who needs tutoring."

"Ah."

He spent the whole morning in the private school. When he went downstairs to eat at noon, his pocket suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and took a look, only to find that it was a message from Eriri. Looking at the content on it, he vaguely remembered what he had promised the other party.

"It's afternoon, isn't it?"

I covered my forehead and remembered what I had forgotten in the morning.

He sighed, ordered ramen at the restaurant to fill his stomach, then sent a message to Tsubota, telling him that he had things to do in the afternoon and tomorrow. He then left the vicinity of the private school, walked to the road, hailed a taxi, and went directly to Sawamura's house.

Arriving at the familiar door of Sawamura's house, Xianren lowered his eyes as he looked at the gate in front of him.

Without too many memories or emotions, he had already prepared himself mentally. With mixed feelings, he walked to the doorbell and pressed it.

"You've been waiting for a long time, right? Are you waiting for that boy named Miyamizu?"

"Ah."

Sayuri Sawamura was in the living room, looking at her daughter who was still waiting for the boy named Miyamizu. She felt a little concerned. She didn't expect that her daughter seemed to be really in love this time, and her degree of concern for the boy was unusual.

"But that boy already has someone to date, right?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Looking at her mother, Ying Lili didn't know where her mother got this information from. She couldn't help but frown and looked at her mother with some worry and concern.

"No, I was just a little concerned about who my daughter liked, so I did a little research and he seemed to be very popular."

"They were simply deceived by his appearance. They had no idea what kind of person he was."

"So, that means you know him very well, Eriri?"

Facing her mother's gaze, Eriri fell silent. No matter how much she understood, she probably didn't know as much as the mother in front of her, but unfortunately... no, fortunately it was her mother, and she didn't seem to have any memories of the past.

Why do I have it?

Not knowing the answer herself, Eriri turned her head away and did not directly answer her mother.

At about 12:46 noon, the doorbell finally rang. Eriri hurriedly stood up and ran towards the door. As for Sayuri, she was holding a teacup, looking at her daughter's back, feeling a little emotional.

She didn't know whether her daughter was really suitable for dating that boy. From what she knew, that boy was not ordinary.

"If you don't get hurt, you won't grow. Just take your time."

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When the Summer Cicadas Chirp: 244. Origin

"coming."

"Well, huh—so, what are we going to do?"

Seeing Eriri in front of him, Xianren couldn't help but sigh.

"Is it so hard to see me? Do I disgust you so much?"

"No, I simply didn't get enough rest. I'm a little tired from walking here. It has nothing to do with you. Today's business is just like before. Move those posters over and set up the booth, okay?"

"Ah."

Kento had worked with Eriri before to set up a booth at a comic convention, so he was familiar with this process. Even though a long time had passed, he still had some impression of the general process and content.

Those doujinshi that are on sale have to wait until the opening tomorrow and then be moved to the venue for sale, or people will just wait in front of the stalls in the early morning until the opening.