Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

Just a little more, a little more, a little more.

It will definitely change in the future, so let's do it now, so be it.

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"Sorry, the end of the term is approaching, there are a lot of homework to review, and term papers have to be written in the library. We won't eat dinner together during this time."

"It's okay. I'll be busy during this period, besides homework, I also have work on the student union. Pay attention to your body."

Such a conversation is like a conversation between two people who don't live together at all.

What "sorry", what "this time", what "it's okay".

It's just an excuse.

We try so hard not to get to the heart of the matter, glossing over the distance we have drawn from each other.

I know we're all deluding ourselves; that's why we both feel ashamed to see each other.

What we are doing now is a disservice to a relationship in which we once held firm beliefs.

At that time, we never doubted the possibility of this relationship breaking down, never thought about such a problem, because that belief was completely rooted in our hearts.

Originally, although I was shy in interacting with Yukinoshita, it was difficult to reveal the full meaning, but we never misunderstood, and never doubted our understanding of each other.

Even though Yukinoshita doesn't speak out a lot, I also understand the meaning of her silence; even though I speak a lot without focusing on the point, she also knows which of my nonsense is useful.

Now we still know what the other is thinking; yet, we doubt each other's intentions behind our thoughts;

We dare not talk with our hearts, because we are afraid of drawing conclusions that we do not know how to deal with.

On Friday, I went home earlier than usual because there wasn't much to do.

After returning home, I found that Yukinoshita had already been preparing in the kitchen.I took off my shoes and coat and went to help her in the kitchen without saying anything.

She didn't ask her any "what do I need to do" questions.

Yukinoshita was washing the vegetables, and when I saw the vegetables she had washed, I silently put them on the cutting board and cut them up.

I went to turn on the range hood.

Yukinoshita dried his hands, lit the stove, put oil in the hot pan, and started cooking.

I lifted the lid of the rice cooker, checked the degree of cooking the porridge, and put the lid back on.After a while, it boiled. I took a spoon and stirred it slowly to make the porridge burn more evenly.

"Take the vinegar, thank you."

I handed the bottle in hand to Yukinoshita.She nodded slightly, took it, and added some to the dish.

After a while, Yukinoshita said again, "Help me get some salt, thank you."

I still silently handed the jar to her.

After Yukinoshita took it, he turned around and continued cooking.

I turned sideways and looked at Yukinoshita's back.

At this moment, she seemed to be concentrating on the dishes, as if everything else in the world had nothing to do with her at this time.All she cared about was that dish.

I felt a sense of peace in this daily routine, and the recent panic of not knowing what to do seemed to have been alleviated.

We still treat each other's distance carefully, but we confirm each other's mind in such a quiet way, as if we are promising that even if we don't know what to do, we will still leave a safe area for each other.

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But when such a short period of time passes, we are still careful not to talk too much, lest something suddenly come to the surface.

Every day when I go home, I notice a growing tiredness that is visible to the naked eye under the snow.

Just like a star losing its light source, her eyes are no longer as bright as before, and there is no determination in her eyes not to look back when she recognizes something.

After dinner, we will all read for a while according to our original preferences.

We were always sitting opposite each other at a table with our cups and teapots steaming from their spouts.I can't help feeling thankful that Yukinoshita always keeps the teapot filled with hot black tea.Although she should be very tired after being quite busy during the day, she never let the teapot cool down.

Thanks to this, I can still read books, even if the progress is slow, I can still be regarded as sending type into my head.

At the end of this chapter, I reached for the cup, and while I was drinking water, I took a sneak look at Yukinoshita's state.

She is still sitting dignifiedly holding the book and reading, her eyes are slowly scanning the pages, showing no sign of distraction at all.This is undoubtedly the most familiar sight to me.It's just that I no longer sit at the opposite corner of the long table, but can clearly see the opposite side of her face.

It's just that I don't know if the distance between hearts has shortened.

Yukinoshita filled our cups with black tea.

She's still good at detecting the gaze of others.

However, the time to see her dignified reading figure is getting shorter and shorter.

She closed her book earlier each day, went to the bathroom without saying a word, and soon lay peacefully in bed and fell asleep.

Holding the book in my hand, I pretended not to notice, secretly watching her disappear into the bedroom, and the light also disappeared from that room.

In this way, I managed to escape the opportunity to speak.

What I hadn't noticed was that the high school ministries made me completely overlook the possibility of this problem.

At that time we hung out together every day, and when the school bell rang, I would immediately get up and walk towards the agency office I was looking forward to.

Yuigahama, Isshiki, and Komachi probably did the same.However, no matter how eager we are, when we push open the door, we always seem to be able to feel the temperature on the doorknob, and we always see Yukinoshita sitting quietly at the end of the long table reading a library book, a kettle run by the society There was a slight sound of boiling.

Seeing us enter the door, Yukinoshita would say, "Hello", and then pour hot black tea into the cups with a smile.Yuigahama would pester Yukinoshita to talk about all kinds of things, and Yukinoshita would frown and listen to Yuigahama's nagging as if she was distressed by her own child.

Others study, review homework, and prepare for exams, but hearing Yuigahama's voice, they all feel a sense of peace of mind.When I hear interesting things, I will also interrupt and joke; Isshiki seems to refresh his understanding of me every time he hears what I say, showing a scared expression, as if to say, "Is this kind of person, senior?" look.

At that time, we were very close to each other. Although there was a slight age difference, the agency made our lives intertwined and brought together the experiences brought from other places to form a happy life. pond.

But now I realize that the so-called pond is actually just a small bay.

Like the Tokyo Bay seen in Chiba, although it is particularly beautiful against the scenery of Chiba, its name does not have the shadow of Chiba.

The bay always belongs to something bigger, and even if you can enjoy its beauty in one place, it is not all of it after all.

The sea is where the bay belongs.

Although the shape and name of the bay come from the land, its water flow is part of the sea after all; the land cannot keep the sea water, and those waves, no matter how beautiful they are, are just passing by the sea.

We too, like the sea, leave the bay, disperse in the sudden infinity, blend into the sea with other names, even drift into the ocean, and even be evaporated into the air by the sun, and land on a completely strange land.

If the lack of communication continues like this, even if Yukinoshita and I try our best to maintain it, we will eventually drift apart.

In all fairness, we haven't been silent with each other for a long time, and I know there is a reason for this.

But this increased sense of distance makes me uncomfortable.

I used to think that it was impossible to wake up earlier than Yukinoshita Yukino.

That guy always brings his expectations into his dreams, so he has a strong motivation to wake up early. I feel like an idiot for trying to compete with her.

It is precisely because of her longing for daytime life that she can decisively bid farewell to dreams; it is precisely because Yukinoshita has the ability and confidence to control her life during the day that she leaves the ever-changing and involuntary dreamland.

But this morning, I woke up with dry mouth and headache, but I saw the sleeping face under the snow in a daze.

She lay peacefully, with her head slightly in my direction, her face stretched out, her lips slightly parted, her tiny teeth not yet visible.

It's already seven o'clock, and it's time to go out immediately to catch the subway.

For a moment, I thought it was a dream, because it was impossible for Yukinoshita to wake up later than me.

I blankly shifted my gaze from the clock back to Yukinoshita's face.The curve of the bridge of her nose is very smooth, and her cheekbones look very soft in the light that leaks in from the curtains in the morning.

Such a sleeping face, it seems that the sleeper has forgotten everything and is just sleeping, but the porcelain-like brilliance makes me feel fragile, as if only in sleep, Yukinoshita can avoid the entanglement of troublesome things.

Under such snow, it seems that he does not want to come out of his sleep.

I have almost never seen such a scene, which made me linger for a while.

Yet I realized that it was a scene of vulnerability; beautiful as it was, it could only symbolize something precarious.

I hurriedly woke up Yukinoshita, "Hey, that, that, it's time to wake up!"

Yukinoshita didn't respond immediately.

I gently push her shoulders.

She slowly turned her head around, and then slowly opened her hazy eyes.

I don't want to see the tiredness in her eyes again.

Chapter 93 The awkward love between the awkward couple (Baxue·No Variation World Line)

On the weekend, Yukinoshita and I returned to our respective homes as if we had made an appointment.

After Friday's class, I returned to the apartment to find Yukinoshita's note on the living room table.

She has returned to Chiba's home, and I just came to the apartment to pick up some daily necessities, and I will go back to Chiba next.

This sad tacit understanding that I want and don't want makes me laugh and cry.

When it was dark, I arrived at the door of the house.

I haven't opened the door for a while, and I can't help but feel a little awkward revisiting such actions. After all, if I go home suddenly, my family will definitely be surprised.

I opened the door quickly and walked in with a calm expression on my face.There was a muffled sound from the sofa on the side of the line of sight, something heavy fell, and there was a thin voice "hissing" to take a breath of cool air; then, a ball of hair with a hairpin was thrown onto the sofa on the backrest.

"Do not move!"

Komachi only exposed her eyes to the back of the back, and shouted loudly.

I froze for a moment, and just looked back at Komachi blankly.

"What, it's the idiot brother. My parents haven't come back yet, so if my brother wants to eat, he can go to the refrigerator to get it. Komachi thought it was a thief."

After realizing it, Komachi turned around while grunting, sinking completely into the sofa.Still standing at the door, I could only see the top of her head protruding from behind the sofa.

I lightly changed my shoes, intending to slip upstairs to my room.Suddenly, Komachi turned around again, grabbed the back of the sofa with both hands, and asked me with wide eyes: "Brother?! Why are you back? What's going on here? What happened? Where's sister Yukino?"

I lower my eyes.

After a pause, he bit his lip; he changed his shoes first, then silently went around to the front of the sofa and sat down next to Komachi.Komachi kept her stunned expression, watching me sit down without blinking her eyes.

"This is..."

I couldn't tell Komachi about the problem between me and Yukinoshita.Silence creates problems that are hard to convey in words.So I bowed my head and said nothing.

Seeing me fall silent, Komachi waited for a while.Then, a smile appeared on her face, but it was immediately replaced by a dissatisfied expression.

"It's really troublesome to have such an older brother. Komachi has grown up, but he has to take care of a child who is too old. It's troublesome."

Hey, Komachi, you make my brother feel old and useless like this.

"But it can't be helped. Let's eat, it just so happens that Komachi didn't eat either."

Saying that, Komachi got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Thank you."

"Eh?"

Komachi stood up as if he had heard the strange cry of some animal, and turned his head abruptly.

"Don't be lazy, Komachi is planning to let my brother cook together."

Eh?I thought it would be a gentle sister taking care of a frustrated brother.

In the kitchen, Komachi and I split up and cooked dinner.

I stirred the porridge, listening to the "click" sound of Komachi chopping vegetables.Komachi lifted the lid of the pot, looked at the boiling soup, added salt and soy sauce skillfully, and turned it with a spoon.I silently took the umeboshi that Komachi handed over and put it in the porridge.

"So familiar..."

I muttered.

"It seems that my brother still eats well, and looks very skilled at cooking."

"That is. After all, my dream was to be a househusband."

"Brother, hurry up and forget about that useless dream, or you will really be disgusted by others."

"Then who knows. A successful woman with vision will know my worth."

I am quite unconvinced.

Komachi tilted her mouth and gave me a look, as if about to say something.But she still turned her head back silently and continued to cook.

I don't really want to mention that guy either.