I push the child!

Chapter 11 11. Please remember everything

Waking up, Mu Cuntuo went out to exercise in the faint morning light.

He ran back and forth several times on the very gentle birch forest path, and it was exactly five kilometers before dawn.

When she returned to the hotel, Hoshino Ai seemed to have washed her hair long ago, and was using the free Panasonic hair dryer to blow hot air at the ends of her hair.

"Going to exercise again?" Hoshino Ai asked casually while looking at her hair.

"Yes."

"Aren't you tired from running every day?"

"It's tiring," Makimura said, "but I don't hate this feeling of persistence."

"awesome."

"Amazing as you are."

Hoshino Ai smiled, her hair was almost dried by this time.

She turned off the hair dryer, put it back on the table, stood up, and tied her long hair into a bun with a pink rubber band.

With her hair hanging down to the front of her left shoulder blade, she looked at Mucun Taku with a happy face, and folded her hands in front of her: "Welcome back~"

"I'm back." Mu Cuntuo looked at her and added after a while.

After washing and changing, they rode rented bicycles to Old Karuizawa for breakfast.

It was a small shop full of mahogany aroma.

The two sat outside the store, ordered two cups of hot coffee and a large piece of egg sandwich, watched the passing pedestrians, felt the thin breeze while eating the egg sandwich.

Before lunch, they went to the outlet mall from Ginza Street, which connects old and new Karuizawa.

There seemed to be everything from pizza, avocado cheeseburgers, latte art americano to eel sushi in a salty and spicy sauce.

There are more clothes to wear, Gucci, Nike, Adidas, Burberry, there are countless, but Hoshino Ai is the only one who has taken a fancy to Uniqlo.

"How is it?" Ai Hoshino, who came out of the dressing room and put on a beige short-sleeved cartoon dolphin pattern, asked Taku Makimura what he thought.

"nice."

"The clothes look good or the person looks good?"

"People are a hundred times more beautiful than clothes."

"Tch." Ai Hoshino turned her face away, "Lies, just say things that others like to hear."

"Is the truth."

"It's just a lie." Ai Hoshino said, "I think it's actually because you are too polite."

Makimura Taku thought for a while: "Politeness is another matter."

"But I don't hate it either."

"Ok?"

"Even if it's a lie." She turned around, her slight smile seemed to remain in the air.

They left Uniqlo and ended up not buying any of the clothes they tried on.

Makimura asked her why she didn't buy it, and if she didn't like it, she said that she didn't want to go back to the hotel in the future, it would be troublesome to carry shopping bags all the time, and it's not the weather to wear short sleeves, if she can come here again in summer Enough.

"Then come back in summer." Mu Cuntuo walked beside her.

"That's right," Hoshino Ai stepped forward, looking at the blue sky, as if studying the distance between the clouds and the ground, and murmured after a long thought, "Is it summer?"

The chirping of cicadas and birds flew overhead, as if summer had really come suddenly.

The gorgeous and magnificent outlets like an opera house gradually faded out of sight. They walked around the meandering river and walked on the grass covered with small paper-like white flowers.

An eight-year-old came running over and sold them flowers, roses, carnations, tulips, gypsophila, forget-me-nots, and other bouquets, and every flower was beautiful.

"I can't take it~" Ai Hoshino couldn't help tugging at Mucuntaku's arm, "Makimura, Mucun, how about we buy a sunflower back? When the time comes, put it in a sunflower that is as thin as the one seen in the coffee shop." In a tall glass bottle! When the sun shines, the flowers sparkle!"

"Yeah, handsome big brother, just buy one for your girlfriend, buy one, give one away~" the child said.

"Don't you think it's troublesome?" Makimura Taku said with a smile.

"Oh, the flowers are so light!"

"how do you know?"

"I just know it."

"How light?"

Hoshino made a gesture: "Eighty grams!"

Makimura Taku stared at the flower in the child's hand: "Although it's miniature, you can't stop thinking about it, right?"

"Hey, this is the weight in my hand~"

"well."

So they paid for a sunflower, and the kid handed them two, and they each took one.

The petals are small, yellow, and the slender green stems are held by Ai Hoshino with both hands.

When walking on the grass, she seemed to have turned into a fairy holding a bouquet of wands, her figure jumping happily in the sun.

Mu Cuntuo didn't seem so interested, he just held it normally, walked forward normally, glanced at the flower in his hand from time to time, and felt that it weighed more than [-] grams anyway.

"Makimura!" Just as he was about to walk out of the grass, Hoshino Ai suddenly turned around to face him, that movement was like a symbolic slow motion of a movie.

With that turn, Ai Hoshino raised her hair, and the sunflower was hidden behind her body. She smiled charmingly: "Do you know what the flower language of sunflowers is?"

"I know."

"You have to say you don't know."

"Okay." Makimura Taku said, "Then I don't know."

She smiled complacently, tilted her head, narrowed her eyes, and the sun was shining on her long eyelashes.

"Makimura!" Ai Hoshino shouted loudly, as if there was a distance of 100 meters between the two, "The flower language of sunflowers is silent love, unspoken love, and unrequited love!"

The wind ran over from the river, the grass was surging like waves, and snow-like flowers floated all over the sky, brushing past Hoshino Ai's pure white dress, and flew away in one go.

Standing on this piece of grass, Mucuntuo looked at everything in front of him, and found that the scenery and people were so real and harmonious.

The mountain is like a mountain, the water is still like water, the wind is still the same gust, blowing from dawn to dusk, until late at night, only the girl stands in the poem.

At that time, he was 17 years old, but he clearly felt the weight of Hoshino Ai's words was so real and harmonious.

She seemed to be speaking not of flowers, but of something else.

"There are all kinds of love." Makimura Taku said.

"Yes." Ai Hoshino nodded slightly.

"Speaking of which, you are also called love."

"That's right, Hoshino Ai!"

"Is there such a kind of love?" Mu Cuntuo said softly, passing her and leaving her behind, his voice was still very soft, "The name is Hoshino's love."

"What?" Ai Hoshino didn't hear clearly, so she had to look back at him.

"It's nothing." Mu Cuntuo called to her, "Let's go."

"Oh!"

Ai Hoshino catches up with the sunflower.

They walked out of the grass and left the scene full of memories.

At noon, they ate crepes and cold noodles on the street, and then went to the fruit and vegetable store to buy fruit and tomatoes.

"I heard that there might be rain in two days," Hoshino Ai stuffed the tomato into his mouth, "Well, let's go..."

Mu Cuntuo told her with his eyes that he didn't make it clear at all.

She ate the little tomato and scratched her head regretfully: "In the afternoon, let's go to Yunchang Pool!"

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