I just want to live in peace, I refuse to fall in love

Chapter 11 Blush Grade Index
"In such a small kitchen, I feel happy."

Tears slowly flowed down the white and tender cheeks of Nagata Chinatsu, drop by drop, and fell into the bowl.

Shirakawa Kazuya felt very uncomfortable when he saw Nagata Chinatsu huddled up into a small ball with her hands on her knees, her beautiful oval face slightly wrinkled, her head lowered and sobbing.He felt sorry for Nagata Chinatsu.

Feel sorry for myself too.

How long ago was that?I thought I had already forgotten it.It should be over early tomorrow.The endless quarrels, the drunken roars and the dark red skin pierced by the knife point appeared before his eyes again.

The father attributed all the failure to this family and complained that his wife was not virtuous enough and could not understand his hard work.Complaining that his son doesn't work hard enough so that he can't boast outside.

But what about himself?Why doesn't he reflect on himself?Why would you go home drunk and lose your temper in the early hours of the morning?Why are you yelling in front of your wife and son?how can you get a knife
Please, that's enough!I am no longer the same person. Get out of here with all your memories!I've had enough, I've escaped this darkness!
Nagata Chinatsu felt happiness, but what about herself?Where is my happiness?Why is my memory so bleak?

The memories of the previous life slowly emerged, and the scene that was about to be blurred became clear again.A tiny feeling slowly appeared. It seemed to have sharp claws, bit by bit, drilling into the depths of Shirakawa Kazuya's heart, and piercing into Shirakawa Kazuya's heart step by step.

Shirakawa Kazuya felt the pain in his heart, and he understood that this feeling turned out to be hatred.

Are you too weak to fall into the abyss surrounded by the dark environment around you?If I was strong enough at that time, those things would not have happened.

Shirakawa Kazuya's eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to control his body so that it would not tremble so much, but his shoulders still hunched slightly.

"If you want to change this. Hey." Yumiko looked at Shirakawa Kazuya whose eyes were full of tears, sighed softly, and returned to silence again, not letting the words just reach his ears.

There was an eerie silence at the table.

At some point, Nagata Chinatsu had sat next to him, and there were still traces of water and mist in her eyes.

She looked up at Shirakawa Kazuya, "Shirakawa-kun, you are crying."

"Am I crying?" Shirakawa Kazuya touched his eyes and raised his hand in front of his face. There was a touch of moisture on his fingertips.

"I'm sorry that my words made you feel sad, Baichuan-kun. I'm really sorry. I didn't expect that we all have some sad things in our hearts."

Nagata Chinatsu slowly leaned on him, then slowly turned half of her body, gently wrapped her hands around his back, and hugged him softly.

As soon as Shirakawa Kazuya lowered his head, he saw the tender white earlobes of Nagata Chinatsu, and felt the faint heat coming from her body. The fresh smell of sea water and mountain breeze lingered on the tip of his nose, reminding him of the sunny summer in this dark night.

He sat quietly, arms folded limply at his sides.He didn't break away from the embrace, but he didn't hug him back either.

"It's okay, it's all over, it's all over, it's over." Bai Chuankazu also showed a warm smile, he didn't know who he was smiling for, but he just smiled as hard as he could.

A long time passed like this.

Nagata Chinatsu was the first to react, her little face slowly turned red, and it crept up to her ears.But she jumped off Shirakawa Kazuya as if nothing had happened, and laughed, "No matter what happens, look forward, Shirakawa!"

Yumiko's voice appeared in her ears, and she sighed softly, "The food is getting cold."

Shirakawa Kazuya came to his senses, "You are right, Nagata-san. Let us destroy these meals with full fighting spirit!"

In the brief silence, the two regained their emotions and picked up the broken hearts piece by piece from the ground.

Nagata Chinatsu picked up the bowl and chopsticks and sucked down all the noodles left in the bowl in one breath, her pink lips shining with a layer of oil.

"Hey, Nagata-san likes to finish the staple food first and save the vegetables for last?" Shirakawa Kazuya asked. He prefers to save some staple food and eat it with the vegetables last.

"Hmm," Nagata Chinatsu muttered, her cheeks bulging.

With a humming sound, Nagata Chinatsu finally swallowed the noodles in her mouth and said with a smile, "The most delicious food should be saved for the end, and then with the palm of your hand pointing to the sky, it ends with a sentence that is very delicious! It looks like this He’s more handsome!”

"A 16-year-old is still in the second grade of middle school." Shirakawa Kazuya smiled inwardly. "You have no right to criticize others! You guys just played some adventure game together!" Yumiko's complaints always come at the right time.

"Oh, I'm not that good either." Shirakawa Kazuya smiled sheepishly.

"I'm not praising you, you bastard!"

After finishing the meal, Nagata Chinatsu handed over the responsibility of washing dishes to Shirakawa Kazuya in the name of limited mobility.Shirakawa Kazuya was a little helpless, but he couldn't say anything to the wounded, so he could only go to the kitchen obediently.

After he carefully washed the dishes and chopsticks, he arranged them one by one on the shelf according to their original positions.While he was studying an unfamiliar kitchen utensil in his hand, he heard the sound of a crackling fight coming from the living room outside.

Is this guy playing games again?Shirakawa Kazuya put down the kitchen utensils and walked to the living room.

Faced with Shirakawa Kazuya's accusation, Nagata Chinatsu laughed three times and preemptively said, "Why are you still wearing my mother's pink piggy apron!"

Shirakawa Kazuya's face flushed three points.

Then Chinatsu Nagata stretched out her smooth thighs again, lifted her skirt up a little, and pointed at the black and blue mark, "I'm a wounded person, a wounded person! Look at my legs! It's not convenient to move like this at all. Besides, you use your hands instead of your legs to play games, so it doesn’t matter.”

"Wow, the absolute realm has expanded!" Yumiko yelled.

Before the three-point red color on Shirakawa Kazuya's face faded, it once again surged to six points.

He put his hand into a fist and coughed, "Ahem, it's getting late, I'm going home first."

"Bye, see you tomorrow!" Nagata Chinatsu probably wanted to wave, but at this time her attention was entirely on the game. She held the controller in her hand and clicked it, then she casually raised one leg, wearing white socks. The little feet were rolled up and said goodbye instead of the hands.

"Absolute territory!" Yumiko shouted again.

With a bang, Shirakawa Kazuya's face exploded from six points red to nine points, reaching the roots of his ears.

"Wow, white smoke is coming out!" Yumiko continued to complain.

Shirakawa Kazuya's face was red, he was in a panic, his eyes were evasive, he greased the soles of his feet, said "goodbye" and fled quickly with his schoolbag on his back.

"Shirakawa Kazuya saw the blush level index of Nagata Chinatsu's absolute realm, three points, six points and nine points! Recording completed! Stored in the permanent file! Hahaha!" Yumiko laughed wildly.

"Ah? I didn't! I didn't mean to see it! Don't just record what's there, bastard!"

Shirakawa Kazuya suddenly stopped, and white smoke gathered into a mushroom cloud above his head.

"Oh oh oh oh! The blushing index is ten! The record is broken, let us congratulate, player Shirakawa! Wow, the helicopter is here for the interview!"

The "beep beep beep" sound of the propeller appeared again.

"Asshole! I'm not blushing! And I've already used it for helicopter interviews and stuff like that last time!"

The spring night in April was a bit cold, and a cool breeze blew in. The mushroom cloud above Shirakawa Kazuya's head was slowly blown away.

"Hey, did you forget something?" Shirakawa Kazuya stood at the door of Nagata Chinatsu and thought for a while.

"Forget it, let's go home quickly!"

Note: Japanese colleges and universities are divided into three semesters, and the first semester starts in April.

　Don't give up on me, I can still write.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)