Tokyo star girlfriend is a love brain, what should I do?

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After eating the bento, Asuka lay down on the picnic mat to rest.

The bright sunlight shone on the girl's fair cheeks, and the shadows of her hair covered her mottledly.

The air is filled with the smell of green grass.

From time to time there is a strong wind blowing.

Kimura Hayata took off his coat and lightly put it on Asuka's body.

The girl who was resting with her eyes closed had a nice curve of her mouth.

The sparkling waves on the lake flickered.

like……

There are also such fragments in the script of "Tonight, World からこの恋が消えても".

What an old couple.

For some reason, Hayato Kimura thought so.

He looked down at the plastic bag that had fallen on his lap, having just rolled out of his coat.

The plastic bag contained the bouquet of small grass flowers given to him by the convenience store clerk.

Kimura Hayata looked at Asuka, who was resting peacefully next to him, and carefully opened the plastic bag.

Take out the bouquet inside.

The chaotic small broken flowers sway gently in the wind, and the various bright colors are pleasing to the eye.

Who said that these are just small wildflowers that are common on the roadside.

It is clearly a winner in life who blooms unyieldingly in the corner of winter.

Holding the bouquet in his hand, Kimura Hayata looked at the surrounding green lawn.

As expected, there were no flowers in Qiyu Park in winter.

Even Ogisan, the flower seller, disappeared.

Looking at the bouquet in his hand, Kimura Hayata couldn't help but shake his head.

Will it be a bit rustic, I always feel like those outdated uncles in the neon film and television dramas of the last century.

Use rustic means to make girls happy.

Speaking of which, before my parents died.

Every time my father came home late after drinking, he would always pick a bouquet of flowers from the country road and give it to my mother.

Although my mother would still scold my father severely, those flowers have always been cherished by my mother and kept in a vase, and they cannot be touched.

I remember my father said that he tricked my mother back into her home by weaving a garland of straw flowers.

Although it was a joke, my father would always weave small flowers into rings and give them to my mother.

However, whether it's flowers in a vase or a garland of small flowers...

After the death of his father and mother, both disappeared from the house in the country.

Maybe it’s because there is no loving person to care for...

Unknowingly, the bouquets that were originally held into a bunch were now scattered on the knees.

Weave small flowers together with both hands, just like what my father did back then.

…………

There was a tingling sensation on her cheeks, and the breeze swayed Asuka's hair across her face.

Asuka slowly opened his eyes, and the bright sunlight came from a distance.

She had to narrow her eyes slightly.

The sun, which was originally standing overhead, has now moved towards the jagged skyline in the distance.

There is a slight "whining" wind sound in my ears, and a smell mixed with the smell of green grass and flowers lingers at the tip of my nose.

Asuka opened her mouth slightly and yawned, but her arms were restrained by something when she moved.

It's Hayata-chan's coat...

If it weren't for Hayata-chan's coat, she might not be able to sleep comfortably here.

Thinking in my heart, my face was full of happy smiles.

She looked obliquely forward, the black figure sitting cross-legged on the picnic mat, facing the sun.

The breeze brushed the thin bangs on the young man's forehead, the light fell on his handsome and fair cheeks, and the Adam's apple on the slender neck twitched slightly.

"Hunta-chan."

Asuka took off her coat and sat up.

Kimura Hayata seemed to be fiddled with something with his head down.

She moved her hips curiously and leaned forward, trying to see what was in Hayatochan's arms.

"Hayata..." She reached out and touched Kimura Hayata's shoulder.

Before the words in his mouth were finished, Kimura Hayata turned around.

There was a rustling sound next to my ear, and that familiar face got very close.

The heart seemed to be squeezed and released in an instant, panicking as if it was about to explode.

The refreshing scent of soap from Kimura Hayata's body poured into the tip of his nose.

Asuka subconsciously wanted to back away.

"Do not move."

Hayabusa Kimura's clear and gentle voice rang in his ears.

There seemed to be great power in the plain words, Tomorrow Xun stopped in place blankly.

Kimura Hayata's hands brushed the hair next to her ears, and there seemed to be a little more weight on her head that was almost imperceptible.

A shadow fell in front of his eyes.

After a while.

Hayato Kimura withdrew his hand and looked at the colorful garland on Asuka's head with satisfaction.

"Sure enough, it's still a bit rough..."

Taking advantage of Asuka's rest time, Kimura Hayata tried to weave a wreath according to the method he remembered.

Unexpectedly, I really asked him to make it.

Just ...

Small grass flowers are scattered around the wreath, and the shape is also very irregular and twisted.

Hayata Kimura took out his phone, turned on the camera and aimed at Kaoru Asuka.

Click.

"Eh? Xun, why is your face so red?"

Hayata Kimura showed his eyes from behind the phone, looking at Kaoru Asuka whose cheeks were flushed like a rosy glow, and even his neck and ears were blushing.

The glow of winter enveloped the girl's body, and the young man's figure was reflected in her full eyes.

The bright wreath on the top of the head and tomorrow's white and flushed cheeks shine.

Beautiful.

suddenly.

Tomorrow Xun came back to his senses, his small white hand reached above his head and touched the wreath.

Looking at the somewhat scribbled wreath in his hand.

Asukor looked up in surprise and asked, "Did Hayato-chan make this up?"

"Yeah." Hayato Kimura grinned and scratched his head with his hand, "It's just...the way it's made up is a bit ugly..."

He handed the mobile phone in his hand to Asuka.

On the screen was the photo taken by Hayata Kimura just now.

Asuka zoomed in on the photo with her fingers.

After a long time.

Asuka raised her head, fixed her eyes on Kimura Hayata, and shook her head slightly.

"Hayata-chan's wreath...it's beautiful. I like it very much."

Kimura Hayata was stunned.

"It looks good as long as it looks good, but Xun won't cry, right?"

"Ok?"

Tomorrow Xun touched the corners of his eyes, and they were moist.

Kimura Hayato caressed Asuka's cheek with his too wide palm, and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with his fingers.

"what happened?"

"The wind is strong, it blows." Ming Rixun pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

Actually not, but for some reason, an inexplicable grievance burst out in her heart just for a moment.

It's like a feeling that has been pressed in my heart for a long time.

At first, Asuka wanted to have a picnic in the park, just to relive the memories of the two of them.

But, who knows that there is no Ojisang who sells flowers in Qiyu Park, and there are no blooming flowers.

originally……

She thought she couldn't find any memories.

…………

On the way back, I always felt that Asuka became more clingy to me.

Kimura Hayata looked down at Asuka, who was hugging his arms and almost leaning against him.

Like a kitten that just wants to be touched...

"Oh, that's right." Hayato Kimura thought of something, "Those flowers won't last long, so just throw them away when you go back."

"Do not."

"If you don't throw it away, it will wilt, and it will smell..."

"I'm going to keep it."

Kimura Hayabusa was too speechless...

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