Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

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"It's a wish. After all, you've asked me to do it."

Shi-chan, I have come to ask my old classmate for help because of your request.

Just as I was thinking about it, Akane Hongsaka on the other side nodded readily: "She usually slacks off anyway, so it's impossible to ask her to hand in the manuscript an hour early."

"Why not find something for her to do? Don't worry, I'll let her know. Here—"

After tapping a few times on the screen, Akane Benizaka handed the phone to Sonoko Machida.

"Mori, Yuesha...?"

"That's right. I was wondering, you rarely invite me to dinner. It turns out you have something to ask of me..."

Machida Sonoko quickly wrote down the contact information, stored it, forwarded it, and looked up with a wry smile.

"It's been very foggy lately..."

Akane Benizaka smiled: "That's right, so it's a rare occasion for you to treat me to a meal, so it turns out you have something to ask of me..."

Machida Sonoko's eyes wandered: "By the way, you guys are really into rouge en rouge. I saw other works on the list, they're all pretty good."

Akane Hongsaka wiped her mouth slowly and said, "Because life is so difficult now, we have to work hard. Others are unreliable..."

"For example, my college classmates, who I have known for many years, would only treat me to a meal if they had something to ask of me."

Machida Sonoko: ...You, a guy driving a Porsche, have no right to say such things!

However, the fog was really thick.

Mori Yuesha was walking through the alley with a convenience bag in her hand, holding her phone in her other hand. The location on the screen was beeping and pointing to the sanatorium building not far away.

"Garden... Garden?" The girl slowly checked in at the front desk and asked a few nurses who were going to have lunch before she found the way to the garden.

Walking through the main building and up the stairs, the automatic doors opened left and right. Shizuka Hiratsuka was sitting on a chair on the first floor, holding an unlit cigarette between her fingers.

"Ms. Hiratsuka?"

——To be honest, Mori Yuesa was a little surprised when she received the message from Hiratsuka Shizuka.

She had a neutral feeling towards this teacher, and because of Yukinoshita Haruno, the girl had originally planned to keep her distance from her.

But this information...

【Jing: Are you free? 】

[Mori Tsukisa: Ms. Hiratsuka? ]

[Jing: Although it may be a bit rude to say this...but, could you please accompany me for a while? ]

In the garden, Hiratsuka Shizuka took the fruit bought by Mori Yuesha, walked side by side with her, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yuesha. I really..."

Mori Yuesha didn't say anything and just stood there.

Not far away, a figure sat in a wheelchair with his back to the two of them, with short gray hair. His palms were wide open, like a young child, grabbing something randomly.

Above her head, two black and blue butterflies were circling around her.

The sun was shining brightly, and the people's faces looked red and hot.

"My grandma." Shizuka Hiratsuka lit a cigarette at some point, and after taking a long breath, the smoke spread in the garden.

The old man had a childlike look on his face. He used both hands and muttered something.

"Little butterfly, little butterfly..."

The nurse had spotted Shizuka Hiratsuka early on. She was standing under the shade of a tree. She greeted her quietly and made a 'hush' gesture with her lips.

Mori Yuesha asked softly, "Alzheimer's disease?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded, "She remembers things from her childhood very clearly."

"At that time, the boy next door always showed off to me the fireflies his father caught, so I persuaded her to take me to catch a bag as well."

"The next day, she brought me three butterflies."

"I'm so happy."

“She still remembers it.”

Immediately, the woman smiled: "But, you don't remember me."

Chapter 4 Cat

"She went out to get her hair cut at 3pm that day, but she hadn't returned by 6pm."

"Later, the police found her and she said..."

"She doesn't remember where home is."

Shizuka Hiratsuka and Sasa Mori sat on a stone bench, watching an old man not far away happily catching butterflies.

"The disease progressed very quickly. Two months later, she almost lost the ability to live a normal life. Her intelligence almost degenerated to that of a four or five-year-old child."

"She forgot all the people and things in the past, but she remembered the butterfly and that summer night..."

The woman spoke calmly, tears streaming down her cheeks silently.

She calmly wiped it off with the back of her hand, turned around, and gave Mori Yuesa a forced smile.

"I'm sorry to waste your time to accompany me, an unqualified adult."

Mori Yuesha handed her a freshly washed apple as if nothing had happened, and said in a hollow voice: "Can I go see her?"

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, the girl stood up and slowly walked towards the old man.

The old man is having fun.

She walked to the wheelchair, bent down with her hands on her knees, and looked at the old man with a smile: "Hey, what are you playing?"

The old man turned around and saw Mori Yuesha, then looked at the nurse: "Who are you?"

"I came here to help you after being asked by someone else."

"What do you mean please, please? I don't need it. Just go away, just go away!"

The old man yelled unhappily.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the nurse was about to rush over here - but was stopped by Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Oh, you don't want my help?"

Mori Yuesha stood up straight with a stern face, turned on her toes, and pretended to leave: "I am well-known far and wide as the best butterfly catcher!"

"You...you can catch butterflies?"

Although she was skeptical, there was still a hint of happiness in her tone.

The old man held Shuangquan tightly on his knees, lowered his head, and spoke in a timid voice, like a child who was afraid of being scolded.

"I, I want three."

"Three? I'll catch them all in a snap! Are three... enough?"

Mori Yuesha waved her little hand and clenched her fist in front of the old man, her big eyes were very persuasive.

"Three, three! Three is enough! It's enough. I want to give... I want to give..."

“Who should I give it to…”

"I catch butterflies, I catch butterflies... for whom?"

The old man muttered, and turned his head dully to look at Sen Yuesha, his cloudy eyes disappointed and sad: "Who should I give the butterfly to?"

Mori Yuesha grinned and bit her little white teeth twice: "Who knows? I also forget important things occasionally. But, do you still want the butterfly?"

"If you don't want me, just leave!"

"Yes! I want! Three!"

The old man raised his hands properly like a child and sat up straight.

Mori Yuesa went around the wheelchair and pushed it towards where the butterflies were flying.

"Here, look, is this the blue-black one, or the pink-black one?"

"Blue and black!"

"no problem!"

The girl held the wheelchair with her left hand and reached into the air with her right hand - just like picking a leaf within reach, she lightly pinched the dancing butterfly's wings and brought it back from the air into her palm.

"Da Da! How's it going?"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The old man clapped his hands excitedly, and his mouth opened wide, making an 'Ahhhh' sound.

"Hahaha! Another one?"

"Come again! Come again!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka started crying as she watched.

“Is she this happy every day?”

The nurse shook her head: "Sometimes she would suddenly remember something and ask me. Sometimes she would be so confused that she wouldn't even know why she was sitting in a wheelchair..."

Mori Yuesha released the butterfly, held it in her hand, and circled around the wheelchair. The old man narrowed his eyes and watched the girl and the butterfly circle around and around.

"She likes you."

Shizuka Hiratsuka stood behind Mori Yuesa, looking at her grandmother with red eyes.

"Who doesn't like me?" Mori Yuesha smiled and released the butterfly. "Grandma has a nice voice. Is she a singer?"

"When I was young..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka stroked her phone: "She's a musical actor."

Musical?

Shizuka Hiratsuka opened her phone, operated a few times on the screen, and turned up the volume.

"Have you heard it? My grandma recorded it when she was young."

“Perhaps people of your generation rarely hear these things?”

From the speaker, there was a sound of metallic collision and then a whisper, which then faded away.

Soon, a melodious melody slowly flowed out, and the low alto of the classic cello advanced layer by layer.

The familiar music made Mori Yuesa close her eyes slightly, and she hummed like a kitten in her throat.

The accompaniment went on for a long time, until Mori Yuesha put her hands behind her back and strolled under an old tree, and then the young voice from the speaker began to speak calmly.

Mixed with the magnificent records spanning many years, Mori Yuesha also hummed along quietly...

Midnight

(midnight)

not a sound from the pavement

(The street is silent)

Has the moon lost her memory?

(Has the moon lost its memory?)

The old woman's eyes left the butterfly and she listened blankly to the melodious voice, as if the 'charming cat' had reappeared in her dream.

The lights were so hot and her face was covered with thick makeup.

Her movements were coordinated and graceful, and in the silent audience, she allowed everyone's eyes to follow her movements.

The audience's heartbeats rose and fell, all written on their younger selves' facial expressions.

Memory