Just like this, watch the cherry blossoms falling in front of you, staining the water, forming a pink curtain.

Sitting quietly on the patio, the waves in the lake are reflected in the pupils.

It wasn't until Kinoshita felt tired that Kousei carried him on his back and returned to the house.

Place it on the soft sofa bed, which is soft and comfortable, with your legs stretched out and covered with a thin blanket.

After a long plane ride, a boring subway ride, and a long walk of cherry blossoms in the park, Kinoshita felt tired at this moment.

Holding the boy's hand, he slowly closed his eyes and breathed rhythmically.

"Will he come this year?"

His lips moved slightly, Kinoshita took a deep breath and then spoke with a slight gasp, with a soft and soft voice that belongs to the natural weakness.

"have no idea......"

Feeling his hand being grasped tightly, the words Kousei was about to say stopped abruptly because it was a fruitless word.

The ‘him’ Kinoshita refers to is Dr. Agasa.

In fact, when Kousei met Kinoshita eight years ago, he had already taken him to the side of Kudo's house and hid in a corner to meet Dr. Agasa.

Dr. Agasa and Kudo Shinichi seemed to be talking, and this scene was seen by Kinoshita.

He didn't come up to say hello, nor did he forcefully break into Dr. A Li's life. Some just smiled indifferently...

Nine-year-old Shinichi followed Dr. Agasa to Agasa's house, while Kousei was held by Kinoshita's hand and walked along the street for a long time.

"I don't know if the doctor will come, but I will accompany my godmother every year and walk through the golden streets covered with ginkgo leaves."

Kousei stretched out his other hand and placed it on the back of Kinoshita's clenched hand. He rubbed it gently to warm his somewhat cold hand. It was rough and wrinkled. It didn't feel very good. It seemed to be as weak as a bone. A little bit

It will be crushed with strength.

Slowly lowering his head, the boy leaned against the sofa pillow.

The movement of turning over caused the pillows and sofa to rise and fall. Kinoshita stared at the boy lying on the edge of the bed, very quietly.

The swaying stupid hair is right in front of you.

Holding the boy's hand in your hand, touching the other person's white, delicate, comfortable and soft hand, it has the smell of young people, full of sunshine.

"Yes, I also have a cute little boy"

A smile appeared on Kinoshita's lips. This sweetness minimized the sadness caused by the wrinkles, making her look so beautiful.

This time I found a comfortable sleeping position and breathed in the wonderful orchid fragrance.

In fact, Kinoshita has never understood why the boy has such a fresh, elegant and pleasant fragrance, but it is irresistible.

"Okay, I fell asleep, you don't have to accompany me anymore, just do your own thing when it's time to do it."

Kinoshita said with his eyes closed.

Seeing his godmother like this, Gongsheng couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, you can have a good rest. I'm going to start cooking. Get up when you smell the aroma of the food."

Calculating the time, that one should be soon.

Feeling that the hand holding his arm had lost strength and was no longer holding on tightly, Kousei slowly pulled out his arm and stood up at the same time.

He picked up the blanket that was not covered because he was lying sideways and covered Kinoshita with it.

The watch on the left hand shows three o'clock in the afternoon.

He walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, looked at the freshly prepared ingredients, and took out the beef and potatoes that had been prepared long ago.

...

Around 4:30, the roar of a motorcycle disturbed the silence of the cherry blossom forest and headed straight for the three-story courtyard. Since the iron gate was open, we drove straight in.

He took off his helmet, swung his beautiful brown hair, straddled his slender legs and got out of the car, hummed a tune and came to the door, groping for a moment in the gap next to the threshold.

Use the spare key to open the door and close it again.

It was the sound of being cooked and stir-fried. It was not too loud. It must be through a door. The aroma of potato stew and beef filled the air, a smell that a hungry person could not refuse.

Yukiko put on her slippers, stepped on the floor that her son had earned with her hard-earned money, and walked into the living room.

Looking to the right, you can see the sunset through the floor-to-ceiling windows over the cherry blossom trees on the lakeshore in the distance, and you can also see a lady sleeping on the sofa bed.

It's a very warm house and cleaner than expected.

On the left hand side is the dining room dedicated to meals and large gatherings. There is already a large pot of beef stew with potatoes, two portions of soup, seven portions of stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of tuna sushi.

It seems a bit much, if there are only three people...

"Master, are you back?"

Pushing open the kitchen door, Gongsheng was holding a piece of fried abalone in water and placed it on the table.

"Well, let's see what kind of villa you build with the money Shinichi earns."

In fact, Yukiko didn't take a bite of food when she came out of the house.

After landing from the plane, I rode my disciple's motorcycle straight home. All I saw was dust, the kind that had not been wiped away once.

Whether it’s the floating dust at the entrance or the spider webs in the corner of the wall.

At first, I also picked up a rag...

Because the rice had never been cooked, it was already infested with insects in the rice bucket. There was only a bottle of expired milk in the refrigerator and a rice dish packed from a restaurant a few days ago.

There is no hot water in the water bottle, and the dirt in the pool has become a mark that cannot be washed away.

"Wash your hands and you can start eating."

Mr. Gongsheng brought the last dish and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It had been a long time since he had cooked so many dishes.

"Is there anyone else coming later?"

I don't know how to wash my hands.

Yukiko sat down directly, and her stomach, which was so hungry that it was about to growl, launched the strongest protest, and she would never leave these delicacies.

"No, these are the wedding banquets for Master and Godmother, no one else."

He pulled out the chair and sat down against the back of the chair.

The right arm is straddling the back of the chair, and the left hand is hanging casually, showing a rare laziness.

Perhaps, this is the boy's true face under the mask.

A person with the attributes of a grandfather.

"The keys are still hanging in the car. Do you want to cook for Yingli later?"

There were only two bowls on the table, probably the ones used by Yukiko and Kinoshita, not the boy's own.

Yukiko asked.

"It's just a meal."

Pressing his fingers on the table, Kousei said slowly.

Use a toothpick to pick up a piece of strawberry and bring it to your mouth. Feel the sweetness and sourness, and the grassy aroma will have a refreshing effect.

"But it's much better than my good-for-nothing son."

Looking at the surrounding environment, there are two worlds.

Yukiko chose to leave immediately. The biggest reason was because she was tired. She really didn't want to go home tired. In the end, it would be more troublesome to deal with the clutter that had accumulated for half a year.

Returning to this small world of master and disciple, there is no need to worry about so many things. Whether it is food or bowls and chopsticks, everything is ready. All you need to do is sit down.

Pick up the chopsticks, shout and start!

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with the master."

With his right eye closed and his left eye open, Kousei looked at Kinoshita who was still resting over there with a slightly sleepy expression.

The state of turning a blind eye, a kind of childishness and cuteness, has some characteristics of a sixteen-year-old boy at this moment.

Then he turned his attention back to the dining table and looked at Yukiko who was eating meat.

There is no trace of the ladylike image of Princess Didan.

Standing up slowly, Kousei picked up a bowl and filled a portion of fish soup. The pure white and thick soup exuded an irresistible umami flavor and placed it in front of Yukiko.

"My cooking skills have improved compared to a year ago, Mr. Young Master."

Not just hungry, but also unable to resist delicious food.

Appetite is also a kind of desire. Yukiko is extremely greedy for these dishes, enjoying the rush of blood and heat filling her body, and sweating out.

Before I knew it, I took off my coat and put it on the back of the chair.

"After all, I am Fujimine Yukiko's disciple. Whether it's deception or housekeeping and cooking, I'm good at everything."

He sat back down and looked at the lady in front of him with aggression.

Mr. Gongsheng crossed his legs.
To be continued...