The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

The slightly widened eyes reflected Qianliu's serious expression, and Kazusa wasn't sure whether he was joking or telling the truth.

"Okay, as long as it's yours, it's fine."

"Oh."

In an empty classroom with no outsiders, Kazuya lost herself in the face of her lover's love words.

The space that lost the dialogue gradually fell into silence, only the sound of breathing was still there: it continued, and at some point, the snow that had stopped began to fall again.

Tokyo, which is wrapped in silver, has a different flavor, less the bustling noise, and more of the quiet that belongs to the empty valley.

He tidied up the bow at the neckline for Hesha and watched her escape from the classroom like a frightened deer. Qianliu smiled slightly, and her fingertips seemed to still have warmth and softness.

Wiping off a trace of dark color on the lid of the piano, he thought that he had to find a chance to eat Hesa ​​completely. As for Yaozi's side, he had to show his cards last time.

She didn't care whether her daughter would share the same man with her, and what was difficult was how Hesa ​​accepted Yaozi's relationship with him.

Find a chance to try it out, if it doesn't work, it's a big deal to hide the relationship, anyway... Yaozi doesn't care about false names.

Feilu reminds you: three things to read and collect,

Chapter three hundred and sixty-six how about the various treatises

After thinking about the gains and losses, Qianliu sat back at the piano again and passed the time by playing the piano on a snowy day.

This state continued until after school. Since Mashiro was left on duty, he had to wait for the girl's duty to end before returning to Sakurasou with Mashiro.

The time has come to about five o'clock, and winter evenings always come early, and the sky will soon become dark.

The snow that lasted from noon to evening has stopped, and a little star appears in the sky, accompanied by a bright moon.

Although it lasted for so long, the snow did not accumulate deeply, but traces of snow could be seen on the grass and fences.

I heard that snow absorbs sound, and even though Chiryu didn't think that such a little snow would absorb sound, Kazuma could only hear each other's breath as they walked on the road, and the footsteps were covered by the soft snow.

A thin layer of silver-white snowscape reflects the moonlight and the light of the street lamps. In the current time, the surroundings are quite bright. If the street lamps still use the silver-white fluorescent lamps of the past, the tone must be even colder.

However, the white snow reflects the orange light, and even looks a little warm, but once you touch it a little, the snow will still melt and disappear.

The warm light that lacks realism makes Qianliu understand that the snow falling under the starlight is not an illusion.

This light tells the fact that it has snowed, and the proof of the existence of this day, and it also tells us that these ...... proofs will disappear after a slight temperature difference and time.

Touching for fun will melt away, slapping for mischief will also dissipate, but even if you pretend to ignore it and ignore it, it will fade away.

In a sense, life is like that.

While thinking wildly, Qianliu suddenly received a text message from Yaozi.

"I will be leaving tomorrow, and I will be abroad for a while. If you have time, come out and have a drink with me."

Of course he wouldn't pretend he didn't see Yoko's email. After sending Mashiro back to Sakura Village, Qianliu set off again to the izakaya address sent by Yoko.

The location is in Shinjuku, and I arrived before [-]:[-]. Qianliu glanced at the shop. This is an izakaya that prides itself on selling chicken wings. The shop is almost full of friends and bustling.

In the corner of the bar, there is a beautiful face of a well-dressed Yujie, that is Touma Yoko, who has just arrived. After seeing Qianliu at the door, she waved with a charming smile.

"This way, Qianliu."

Going in her direction, Qianliu found that there were people around Yaozi who were eager to move, but under her powerful aura, not many people dared to strike up a conversation, even if there was such a brave man occasionally, he was defeated by Sister Yu's ignoring means.

"How do you think that in such an ordinary residence, you should prefer a fine Italian restaurant."

Asking the bartender to give himself a glass of draft beer, Qianliu then looked at it and drew a light eyeliner.

"Well, it's a pleasure to experience ordinary life properly.

Yoko blinked.

"It's really like what the upper class said."

Yaozi leaned on his chin with one hand, and his bright eyes were his figure: "Don't you want to exclude yourself from the ranks of capitalists?"

"I am a capitalist"

"Sarah, otherwise."

After drinking the remaining half cup of draft beer in one sip, Yaozi couldn't help smacking his tongue: "Tsk, it seems good to be a little bold like this occasionally, Mr. clerk, please have another cup."

"Well..., indeed, it's completely different from the charm you show when you sip red wine."

Qianliu touched his chin for comparison.

Yaozi, who tastes red wine, is noble, elegant, full of education and the charm of the years.

Today, she reveals the same dashing, hearty, and mature charm as her daughter.

"What am I now"

The curious Yaozi took a bite of the meatball skewer and asked, and then the next moment: "Wow, this is delicious, and it's also added with basil."

"Now you... um, how should I put it, it's very attractive to me."

After mulling over the lines, Chiryu was not able to express a particularly suitable feeling in the end.

Yaozi said with a wicked smile: "Aha, you really want to open a room with me."

"Do not deny."