Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 308: If I Can Shine

Chapter 308: If I Can Shine (Part )
Lunch break is over.

In order not to disturb Hatsukano Suzune from changing her clothes, Natsume Kiyohae left first.

Go back to class to help.

As soon as he saw him come in, Hasegawa Feng came over and asked, "Natsume, where did you go this morning?"

"Don't ask, kid. Knowing too much is not good for you." Natsume Qingyu warned happily while putting on his work clothes.

"Tsk, it's just a date." Hasegawa Feng glanced at him unhappily but didn't ask any more questions.

"Three more servings of omelette rice, please." The students outside shouted towards the kitchen.

"Okay~"

Due to the joining of top gigolo Natsume Kiyoha, while the major clubs were still burning with youth, the butler cafe closed early because the food was sold out.

Natsume Qingyu changed back into his formal clothes and took his SLR camera to capture some interesting things on campus as a souvenir.

I wanted to take a photo with Hatsukano Suzune, but she left a message on Line saying that she was no longer in school.

Natsume Qingyu didn't speculate too much, he just felt that the affairs of the big family were busier than he had imagined.

Still, he could understand.

It’s better to be busy.

Natsume Kiyoha walked alone in the campus like a ghost, greeting enthusiastically every classmate he met.

Before I knew it, I had strolled to the bench in the playground.

This is the seat where he often sits with Hatsukano Suzune.

Unlike previous days, the cherry tree behind the chair was in full bloom.

Under the fiery cherry trees, there were rows and rows of people standing.

Those are seniors who are about to leave school and take graduation photos.

"Students on the left, please move a little closer to the middle."

"Um... tall students, please stand a little further back."

"Girls, don't be shy. Keep a smaller gap between you and the boys."

"It's best if you don't forget to smile when taking photos, so that you can at least remember this time many years later."

The cameraman who was taking the photos held up his camera and chattered incessantly.

But no one complained. Even the students who usually had a bad temper were as docile as a little rabbit at this moment. They discussed with their good friends about making funny gestures and ugly faces together later.

Well...after all, every class has its own conspicuous bag.

"3, 2, 1..."

"eggplant!"

At this moment, the graduation uniform cap was thrown high into the air.

Taller than a cherry tree in full bloom.

Not far away there came the sound of a light rail passing by.

Both boys and girls showed unique expressions at this moment.

They graduated.

Natsume Qingyu thought so.

After taking the photos, the crowd dispersed with a chatter, perhaps never to gather together again.

When Natsume Qingyu was about to leave, the photographer from before came over.

"Hello, do you still recognize me?" he said enthusiastically.

"Oh - the one who said bad things about me on TV?" Natsume Qingyu quickly browsed through the corridor of life and locked his eyes on the suspect.

The one who got drunk and almost slept in the grass, the one who complained on the car radio on Christmas night.

It is undoubtedly the man in front of me.

"I'm sorry for leaving you with such a bad impression." The man showed a slight embarrassment on his face and stretched out his hand. "Just call me Qingye. We have met a few times before."

"Hello, Mr. Aono." Natsume Qingyu stretched out his hand and shook hands with him, greeting him politely.

"Are you busy?"

"Not yet."

"There's a class cafe next door. Let's go in and chat."

In this way, Natsume Kiyoha was invited to the maid cafe held by the next class.

After Mr. Aono placed a simple order, two cups of strong latte and two servings of omelette rice were quickly served.

Latte coffee has a heart pattern made of milk.

The word "love" is also written on the omelet rice with ketchup.

"How do mint-flavored cigarettes taste?" Natsume Kiyohame used chopsticks to separate the golden shell of the omelette rice, revealing the plump fried rice grains.

The letters that seemed slightly ambiguous just now are completely invisible.

"It's hard to describe in words."

Mr. Aono's smile faded when he heard this. "If possible, I never want to touch that kind of stuff again. It's true. I've quit smoking for a few months."

"Eh——? What could have made Mr. Aono make such a decision?" Natsume Qingyu's eyes were full of teasing.

"Prepare...prepare for pregnancy."

Mr. Aono sipped his coffee and looked sideways at the corridor outside the window, as if an Armor Hero would run by outside immediately.

Although what I said were very serious words, as an adult, I still felt inexplicably ashamed when I talked about them with a young person.

"Congratulations." Natsume Qingyu raised his glass happily.

"Then I congratulate you too." Mr. Aono smiled sincerely and raised his glass as well.

Afterwards, the two of them enjoyed their meal quietly and contentedly for a while.

"Do you like photography too?" Mr. Aomori saw the SLR camera hanging around his neck and took the opportunity to start the conversation.

"I'm currently at the stage of having some knowledge of photography." Natsume Kiyohame is not being modest, but his original intention of learning photography was indeed just to record life.

“As far as I know, that’s what everyone who likes photography says.”

"Really?" Natsume Qingyu took a sip of coffee.

"Please trust my professional judgment." Mr. Aono nodded and smiled proudly.

"Just say so."

"How about it, Master Hanada, are you interested in developing a career in photography or journalism?" Mr. Aono pushed up the pair of non-existent glasses on his nose, acting like a senior.

“Can you let me take a look at some professional photography works first, so that I can understand the gap between myself and the masters of photography?”

"No problem at all."

After hearing what he said, Mr. Aono suddenly put down his spoon, slapped his forehead, and remembered something, "...Oh, right. Recently, I just happened to have a few photos for a photography competition. The photos are very beautiful, but unfortunately, I don't have much literary talent, and I can't think of a decent copy. Can you help me?"

"Let me see." Natsume Qingyu was very enthusiastic.

Mr. Aomori adjusted the photo in the camera and handed it over.

Natsume Qingyu carefully looked at each of the bizarre works, and the contents of the photos were all about nature and geography.

As I looked at it, my eyes couldn't help but stop.

The photo in the camera was taken at the perfect time, and even he, an amateur, couldn't help but gasp.

on the photo.

The sunlight shines through the branches, casting mottled shadows on the quiet and deep water.

There was a beautiful kingfisher diving towards the water.

Its feathers sparkle with a mixture of emerald green and sapphire blue in the sunlight, just like an elf leaping in the forest.

The small figure was like a flash of lightning that cut through the air, leaving behind a trail of brilliant colors.

"Do you have any ideas?" Mr. Aono asked in a low voice when he saw how serious the young man was.

"It is said that every kingfisher trains its speed throughout its life, because only the fastest group of kingfishers can form the aurora." Natsume Qingyu smiled and blurted out, "What do you think?"

"Great! Why didn't I think of that?" Mr. Aono exclaimed with a clenched fist, and it seemed that the "Minecraft" blocks in front of him turned into diamonds.

"Shh——" Natsume Qingyu put his index finger on his lips, signaling him to pay attention to the situation.

"Sorry, sorry." Mr. Aono nodded awkwardly to the people around him and saluted.

Toot——

The screen of Natsume Kiyoha's mobile phone, which was placed on the table, lit up. After his mobile phone was damaged by water last time, he changed to a full-screen model that looked more advanced and familiar.

The operation is smoother, but it does not protect privacy very well.

Fortunately, Natsume Kiyohame has nothing worth hiding.

"News about your girlfriend?"

Mr. Aono saw a kawaii avatar on the screen and asked cheerfully.

"No, it's my mom." Natsume Qingyu glanced at the message on the phone, smiled and shook his head.

"That must be a lively mother."

Mr. Aono smiled and asserted, "And you have a good relationship, right?"

"of course."

Natsume Qingyu smiled happily. Although Ms. Hanada always made him worry, the friendly relationship between him and her was still the thing he was most proud of. "She went abroad recently, to be more precise, she traveled around the world. She would often send me some photos of the scenic spots she visited..."

Whenever Natsume Qingyu mentioned his mother, his face was filled with pride, like a child showing off some rare toy.

"Traveling around the world?! That's great, this was once my dream. Can you also let me see the scenery around the world?" Mr. Aono said with admiration.

"of course."

Natsume Qingyu pushed his cell phone over without hesitation.

Mr. Aono took it with great joy and looked through it.

However, the smile on his face became increasingly restrained.

"There's something I don't know whether I should say it or not." Mr. Aono's tone was filled with caution.

"Um?"

Natsume Qingyu was stunned for a second.

“This photo looks like it was photoshopped.”

"It's normal for girls to edit photos." Natsume Qingyu didn't take it seriously at all.

"No, I was talking about the background, that's not right... To be more precise, it should be the content, it's fake."

"How can it be?"

Natsume Qingyu retorted like this, but he was indeed a little nervous in his heart.

It seems as if all the vague feelings of uneasiness that I once had were magnified.

"Based on my experience of working in this industry for ten years, I can tell that although the evidence is very subtle, the background information must be fake." Mr. Aono assured him seriously, "Your mother must have lied to you about this matter."

Afterwards, Mr. Aono continued to talk from a professional perspective.

But Natsume Qingyu was no longer able to listen and had no idea what he was talking about.

At this moment, he only felt his head buzzing and his heartbeat was terrifyingly quiet.

He wanted to relax and glanced out the window.

The flaming cherry blossoms are still burning one after another.

The pink petals dance in the wind, as if they are about to float into the ocean.

"It's so beautiful. The cherry blossoms at Meguro River should be in bloom too, right?"

A woman gazed at the scene of flourishing flowers falling outside the window, then retracted her gaze, turned her head, and spoke gently to the little girl standing by her side.

"Ah."

A clear and familiar voice sounded beside her.

"Did you go with that idiot to have a look?" the thin woman said with a smile.

"We have made an agreement, but it has not yet been fulfilled."

The girl promised as calmly as she could, "But it will happen."

"Xiao Lingyin, you really don't have to care about me so much." A faint smile hung on the woman's thin face, making her thin shadow more concrete.

It was as if a smile was always supposed to be on her face.

The entire window behind me is like a beautiful picture frame.

Framed her in the bright and blooming spring day.

The warm light of dusk cast a faint glow on her.

"Auntie Hanada, when are you going to confess all this to Qingyu?" There was mist in Chu Luye Suzune's blue eyes, not as clear as before.

This wasn't the first time she asked.

Ever since she saw through Ms. Hanada's lies, she came almost every day.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid he can't accept it." Ms. Hanada slowly lowered her head and placed her hands obediently on her knees.

This is not the first time she answered like this.

At this moment, Ms. Hanada's expression was like that of a child who was about to be scolded.

This made Hatsukano Suzune feel strangely familiar and uncomfortable, because there seemed to be a certain idiot who also liked to make this expression in the past.

"Auntie Hanada, I really understand. Coco...but I think it's wrong to do this."

Hatsukano Suzune was very angry, but she didn't dare to vent it, for fear of losing control of her emotions.

Why do parents hide their illness from their children?
As for the reason, Hatsukano Suzune certainly knows!
From their perspective, she certainly understood.

but……

But this is not right!
Why don't they know?
Of course Ms. Hanada knew.

but……

But when she thought about having to pretend to be happy as usual in front of the silly boy, she couldn't help but cry.

Strange to say.

Normally, I can perform small plays with my son from time to time, but now...

When it came time to perform, she felt that she no longer had the talent.

I really envy professional actors...

"……sorry."

Ms. Hanada really thought a lot, but only these words came to her lips.

"No, that's not the case..." Hatsukano Suzune shook her head.

This was not what she wanted to hear.

"Auntie... one day, the truth will be revealed. You can't keep it secret forever." Hatsukano Suzune couldn't help but remind her.

"It's okay. In a few days, when the cherry blossoms outside the window are over, I will tell him that I met someone who loves me very much abroad, and then I settled down there smoothly... and I don't have to come back anymore." Ms. Hanada said what she had been thinking about for a long time late at night.

"Auntie, this is just a self-defeating lie." Suzune Hatsuka couldn't accept this fact. Why do adults always like to use such cruel tenderness to deceive children?
'If you get lost, be sure to call me.'

'Otherwise, that's what a child phone is for.'

"No matter where Xiao Lingyin is, I will come back to take you home."

"But this is the best ending, isn't it?"

Ms. Hanada, wearing a hospital gown, smiled in the sunshine.

No, it is not.

Hatsukano Suzune was about to look up to deny her.

But the next second, she discovered that Aunt Huatian seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

His expression froze.

Hatsukano Suzune followed her gaze.

A breathless boy stood there, his expression numb, staring at her quietly.

To be more precise, staring at them.

A thick silence fell quietly.