Chapter 427: One Three-Foot Jade Every Day!

The breeze blowing past her face brought with it the freshness of the night, causing a small pimple to appear on Yamauchi Sakura's snow-white neck.

Hojo Kyosuke took the phone from her hand, wrapped the two of them in blankets again, and then said:

"It's already very late, it's almost time..."

"People are actually very similar to swords." Sakura said softly.

Um? Is this because the moonlight is so good that I want to discuss swords and reach the top of the Forbidden City? So at night, you should finish what you love to do and then go to sleep well, fall asleep with fulfilling joy, and continue to enjoy the aftertaste.

But Hojo Kyosuke has always been lazy, and it is a wonderful enjoyment to let his thoughts run wild. Unlike when he skipped classes in high school just to deal with business matters, when he was in junior high school, he actually skipped two classes from time to time. Not going home to sleep, nor wandering around the city, just simply finding a piece of grass in the school and lying down.

Looking at the blue and clear sky, listening to the intermittent sound of reading in my ears, smelling the unique fragrance of the grass, I untie the reins of my thoughts and begin to roam endlessly.

The seemingly meaningless activity is actually a kind of incomparable enjoyment, and it feels like the fatigue all over the body can disappear in just a moment.

Of course, it would be even better if you were holding a beautiful girl in your arms who could understand you wholeheartedly.

Feeling the slight coolness on his face, Hojo Kyousuke understood the meaning of Sakura's words without even thinking about it.

Day and night, warmth and cold, people experiencing these are like the quenching and tempering of cold weapons. That's probably what Sakuraga meant.

"What we experience during the day will cool down at night and become the material for our growth. The cycle goes on and on, and it becomes tougher and tougher until it becomes a qualified sword."

Sakura said softly.

Her words seemed not to be complete and she omitted a lot of content.

Hojo Kyosuke was just thinking about what Sakura did not say when he heard her say with a smile:

"Are you thinking what I meant, Kyosuke?"

"Not really, I'm just thinking about what posture I want to use to train you next time."

"Hey!? Why is this happening? I've already thought of a cool thing to say!" Sakura muttered.

"What?"

"If you think every word I say has profound meaning, you are totally wrong!"

Sakura raised her little face and showed her usual smile, cute and playful, like a heartless child.

"I know."

Hojo Kyosuke replied softly. Of course he knew that Sakura was a genius who could talk nonsense to a pot of flowers for two hours.

However, as long as it is what you say, I can't help but want to write it down and think about it again and again.

"Hehe~~ But I can't say for sure. After all, I am a genius, and I often can't understand what I say." Sakura laughed and retorted to herself two seconds ago.

Listening to the crisp laughter, Hojo Kyosuke felt that if life is really a process of tempering swords, then Sakura's laughter must be an indispensable additive to ensure that the sword will not break and be scrapped.

After laughing to himself for a while, Sakura seemed to be tired of raising her head, so she leaned lazily on Hojo Kyosuke's chest and looked forward.

"All the cherry blossoms have faded."

She looked at the cherry blossom tree in the lower left corner of the courtyard. According to the famous "Yamauchi Sakura Theory", the cherry blossoms will sprout in the fourth month after they wither, and then wait for the next spring. So now the cherry blossom trees only have a thin layer of moonlight except for the withered brown branches, and they are bare and have no beauty.

"After all, it's almost Golden Week," Hojo Kyosuke replied.

The Edo Higanzakura at home is already a late blooming species, and since it is hidden in the courtyard and is not exposed to strong winds, its flowering period is long enough compared to cherry blossoms in other places.

"What a pity. I really want Celty to see it too."

Sakura sighed, and countless images appeared in her mind. It was the first birthday after moving into Ruyi House. It was the first time that everyone gathered together in Ruyi House, eating the sushi brought by Miki, listening to the bickering between Ying Lili and Shi Yu, and watching the greedy Kyosuke bewildered.

Then it was the first time for Yukino and Megumi to come to Ruyiliao. The real sea bream was so delicious. That was just when the cherry blossoms started to fall, and it felt like the hot pot was tainted with the aroma of cherry blossoms.

"Time is a very magical thing. The next time you have this idea, you will find that the cherry blossoms have bloomed again."

Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile, this is especially true for Celty. Her sense of time should be different from that of herself and others, which she had fully felt when they met. Two years have passed and she hasn't changed at all.

"The more beautiful the cherry blossoms are in your memory, the lonelier you will feel after they wither."

Under the blanket, Sakura held Hojo Kyosuke's hand and sighed softly.

Hojo Kyosuke was silent, Sakura Festival, Summer Festival, Fireworks Festival...

Beautiful things are always fleeting. The more the beauty of that moment leaves a mark deep in the soul, the sadder it will be after it disappears, and the more beautiful things will be felt. This is the aesthetics of mourning for things that Neon advocates.

But he doesn't like this kind of aesthetic. As someone who finds something delicious that he can eat all the time, he doesn't admire such twisted things.

"They will continue to bloom next year, and they will be even more spectacular than this year's. They will bloom next year, every year. Even if you are tired of seeing them, the cherry blossoms will still bloom.

This is not something that makes people feel lonely. On the contrary, don’t you think it will make you feel at ease just thinking about seeing such beautiful cherry blossoms every year? "

Hojo Kyosuke held Sakura's hand in turn, and this was his answer.

The so-called companionship and the so-called freshness are not doing the same thing with different people, but doing the same thing with the same person at different times.

"As expected of me Kyosuke."

Listening to those firm words, Sakura turned her head and kissed Kyosuke's face gently.

"It's so strange, the loneliness disappeared in an instant~~" she said exaggeratedly.

Hojo Kyousuke knocked Sakura on the head with his chin and said angrily:

"It's weird enough that you dare to think wildly when you're with me!"

"Hehe, it seems like this~" Sakura stuck out her tongue, her eyes still staring at the cherry blossom tree.

It's just that I'm with Kyousuke, so I'm afraid of being lonely and thinking wildly.

"How many more times can we see it?" she asked softly.

"At least 84 times." Hojo Kyosuke replied without thinking.

"Huh? Can it be so accurate?" Yamauchi Sakura was stunned, and then figured out the answer before Kyousuke could speak.

"A hundred years old is such a great goal. Kyousuke is really a long-term person." She nodded heavily.

"Of course!"

Someone said matter-of-factly that living to be a hundred years old has always been his dream. Originally, he thought that it would be enough to live until his head was dizzy and he couldn't live by himself, but now that he has received Sanye's gift, he can stay in the best condition until his death, which of course is as long as he can live.

"Then I only need to watch it 83 times." Sakura said.

"Um?"

"Because the world without Kyousuke will be very lonely, so please, you must live longer than me."

she said with a smile.

"That's not okay. If there are no cherry blossoms, spring will be very lonely." Hojo Kyosuke immediately dismissed it.

"That's not right~"

Sakura said seriously:

"Sakura are flowers that only choose to bloom in spring, but spring does not only come when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. When the cherry blossoms accumulate strength and wait for the next arrival of spring, spring will still be in other places, bringing warmth to other flowers ”

Classic Yamauchi Sakura sophistry.

…

Hojo Kyousuke didn't speak for a while, but clasped his two small hands and frowned at the bare cherry blossom trees in the courtyard.

Something was wrong. Although I always felt a hole in my heart after the passion, Sakurada, the sage, must have lasted too long.

According to her character, what she would say at this time should be "Hey, Kyosuke, let's seize the spring and let the cherry blossoms bloom all year round." Then Hojo Kyosuke translated this whimsical words into "Let's create A botanical garden, use the power of technology to trick cherry blossom trees and create four springs."

This is not impossible, and it is in line with Hojo Kyosuke’s outrageous character.

The same goes for the fireworks display. It's not like he doesn't have money. Since the fireworks are beautiful, he will set them off every day, or he might just move to Nagaoka City. If he sees a three-foot jade in three days, he will vomit directly.

Although it sounds outrageous, such a willful thing is indeed something that only Hojo Kyosuke and Yamauchi Sakura would do.

When Hojo Kyosuke was silent, Yamauchi Sakura did not speak either.

The girl's eyes, as bright and beautiful as amber, were surprisingly quiet, not looking around as usual. It is as calm as a lake, as if it contains endless thoughts.

Both of them looked at the unattractive cherry blossom tree quietly, each immersed in their inner world, thinking about themselves and him/her.

After a long time, Hojo Kyosuke heard long and steady breathing coming from his arms.

Lowering his head, what he saw was a peaceful sleeping face.

The long and thick eyelashes were as quiet as the forest at night, and the eyelids were motionless and no longer moving around.

Although he had just been deceived once, he still believed that Sakura was already asleep.

Sighing, he dismissed the chaotic thoughts.

He adjusted his posture, picked up Sakura with the blanket, and walked upstairs carefully.

The door was not closed and opened with a kick of the toe.

There was no light on. Although Sakura's sleep quality was always very good, he still wanted to avoid any possibility of waking her up.

Everything in this room was designed by him and Sakura. Even with his eyes closed, he could find where the bed was.

Lifting the quilt, Sakura, like him, felt that folding the quilt in the morning and shaking it off at night was a stupid thing. So their quilts are always spread flat on the bed. Of course, this is the right only for those who have a spacious room without using tatami mats.

He did not put Sakura on the bed directly, but hugged the girl and lay on the bed together.

He gently moved the girl's head to the pillow, but she, who had always slept well, seemed to be frightened. The small hands attached to Kyousuke Hojo's upper body tightly grasped his clothes.

Hojo Kyo became more careful with his movements, letting Sakura pull his clothes, and he leaned on the same pillow as her.

Sakura's bed wasn't filled with dolls like Eiri's, but it had plenty of pillows.

In addition to the pillow on which her head rested, there was another one leaning on top of her head, because when she was a child, she often bumped into the headboard when she was dreaming excitedly. There was also a slightly fat pillow leaning on the left and right sides, and when she slept alone, she would always use her forehead to touch the pillow.

Just like a kitten, she had to rub against something to sleep peacefully.

As Hojo Kyosuke also went to bed, the frowning brows of the girl who was almost awakened just now relaxed again, but the little hand was still tightly grasping Hojo Kyosuke's shirt.

Lying sideways, Hojo Kyosuke stared at the familiar sleeping face of Yamauchi Sakura in the moonlight.

Pretending to sleep was a game that the two often played, but he was always the winner, because every time Sakura kicked open her door in the middle of the night, she would always listen to stories until her eyelids could no longer hold up before she fell asleep. So he was always the loser, so it was always his exclusive right to appreciate the other's sleeping face in the quiet moonlight.

As for him, after being awakened from his dream, his sleepy brain would gradually wake up as he kept telling stories to Sakura. When the little girl had fallen asleep, he would continue to think divergently with the story he had just made up.

Just like the story he told Sakura, even the gods could not resist the hypnosis of Hypnos, the god of sleep. But there is one kind of person who can be an exception, not those devout believers who want to pray to the stars at night, but the knight who weaves beautiful dreams for the girl.

He looked at her, took her helpless little hand, smoothed her quietly frowned brows, wiped off her saliva from chewing the air, and pulled up the quilt that slipped off her shoulders...

The night is short, and you can see the sun with your eyes closed. The night is long, long enough for her to travel in the boundless fantasy world with his story, long enough for him to slowly find sleep by looking at her sleeping face.

Hojo Kyosuke raised his hand and held the little hand that was still holding his clothes. The other hand gently stroked Sakura's hair to prevent her from being disturbed by her hair.

Hu~~ Hu~~

The gentle breathing sound came from the girl's small nose, which was so cute in Hojo Kyosuke's ears, like a lullaby that made his eyelids heavy.

The plump face seemed to emit a white light in the moonlight, so beautiful that Hojo Kyosuke couldn't bear to look away for a second.

After smoothing the messy hair, he carefully touched the face with his fingertips.

He just looked at Yingliang quietly, thinking silently.

After a long time, he carefully let go of the girl's hand, lifted the quilt, left the warm bed, and gently tucked her in.

He closed the curtains, walked to the door, and before closing the door, he took a last look at the girl on the bed. Without the moonlight, even his scanning eyes could no longer see things clearly, but the quiet and lovely sleeping face appeared clearly in front of him.

Although I really want to accompany Yingliang to sleep until she wakes up naturally, and then laugh at her for being a lazy bug when the sun rises to the highest. But now he has other things to do.

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