"In your story, the woman who died looks like a royal flower."
Jinguji Kiyohime's light words hit his heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel dazed.
A familiar figure was about to appear in his mind, but he was immediately overwhelmed by a large amount of other information.
"Yeah?"
"That's right." Jinguji Kiyohime picked up the A4 paper, turned sideways and approached Izumi Toru, pointed at one of the paragraphs and said: "I like him and a third person at the same time, but I chose to leave my heart to him and let him take it with me.
Your soul and last wish are with the third party. In this way, the three people will never be separated. Isn't it similar to Yuhua?"
A slightly richer floral fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.
The girl who was almost leaning on his shoulder and looking sideways, the cherry blossoms flying around her body made him feel like he was sitting side by side with her under the cherry blossom tree.
"She is alive and well, and..." After a long silence, Izumi Tetsu said: "No one can take away her heart."
The girl tilted her head and asked, "What about you?"
"me too."
Hearing this, Jinguji Kiyohime sighed heavily.
"What a pity."
"Well, what a pity."
What a pity, is it the same thing?
Izumi Toru didn't know.
Maintaining a distance that was more than friends but definitely not lovers, the two sat quietly.
"Izumi-kun?"
"Um."
"What you just said is correct. The dead are not like Yuhua."
For some reason, after hearing this, Izumi Toru breathed a sigh of relief.
"Um."
"Besides, the third person doesn't look like me either." Jinguji Kiyohime added.
"I don't dare to write you as the third person."
"Are you afraid? Or are you unwilling?"
The girl's smiling face made Izumi Teru's heart tremble.
"Jinguji Temple."
"Um?"
"How do you put on a kimono on your own? Isn't it difficult to put on a kimono?" He asked the question he had had when he walked in the door.
As if she heard something interesting, Jinguji Kiyohime suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.
After a while, she rolled her eyes at him and said, "Izumi-kun, who do you think I am?"
That flash of pride, if he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have seen anything at all.
Izumi Toru thought for a while and then said: "In my heart, you are probably a snow girl, right?"
"Snow girl?"
"According to legend, it is a monster that makes men willingly give up their souls. Its peerless appearance and gentle temperament are a perfect match for you." He explained.
Jinguji Kiyohime shook her head: "If you want to say that, I should be Hashihime."
"Why?"
"I have always felt that one day, because my heart is too hot, I will jump into the cold Uji River to seek salvation. Well, maybe it can't be said to be salvation. It should be said that it is the destination, right?"
At this moment, the girl's eyes were filled not with deathly silence, but with a brighter and more vivid light.
Izumi Toru asked a very strange question.
"Is Ujigawa alone enough?"
Jinguji Kiyohime waved her hand, "It doesn't matter whether it's enough or not."
"Then what's important?"
She stared into his eyes and asked seriously: "When the time comes, Izumi-kun, will you be willing to write a poem for me?"
"...How can a person like me be qualified to write poems for you?"
"But, can you write?" Jinguji Kiyohime asked again.
Izumi Tetsu nodded.
"Write."
"What to write about?"
"It's probably an unattractive sentence like "The water in Uji is rushing, stay in the floating world, wait and move forward slowly", right?"
Although Izumi Toru just answered casually, Jinguji Kiyohime seemed very happy.
Even her brows and eyes were filled with Jinguji Kiyohime's unique soft and contagious smile.
"Then don't forget Izumi-kun."
"I definitely won't forget it. But, it should be very sad..."
Hearing his words, Jinguji looked very surprised. She quickly waved her hands and said, "Sad? You can't be sad. I have found my destination. Instead, you should be happy for me."
"It makes me sad to lose even one of the beautiful places in the world. Even more so when you are as beautiful as the Jingu Temple. Your destination is not my destination, so I will naturally be sad."
The girl thought for a long time, then nodded and said to herself: "If you say so, then I have to live well."
"I have to live well, otherwise I will cry, which is very ugly."
Hearing this, Jinguji Kiyohime's expression became serious.
"That's not pretty."
"you do not say."
There was no further conversation on the matter.
"Izumi-kun, do you want some tea?"
"Matcha?"
"black tea."
"drink."
Then, Jinguji Kiyohime stood up from beside him.
She did not mention the issue he had just chosen to escape from again.
If you don't want to answer, then of course you don't want to.
Izumi Toru picked up the A4 paper and found that the 2,000-word article had many annotations written with gel pens.
He looked at them one by one.
"Izumi-kun, drink tea."
Hearing her voice, Izumi Toru put down the manuscript.
At this time, Jinguji Kiyohime suddenly said: "I won't change it."
"Um?"
"Two thousand words can't be added, and can't be subtracted. No more changes." As she said that, she threw the A4 paper into the garbage bag.
"I haven't finished reading the annotations you wrote, so it would be a pity to throw them away."
"If you don't use it, it won't be a pity."
"That's true."
After drinking tea, a warm feeling spreads from the stomach to all parts of the body.
Izumi Toru felt sleepy again.
Looking at him who kept yawning, Jinguji Kiyohime stood up and said, "I'm going to practice calligraphy."
"Um."
He lay whole body on the sofa, letting the sleepiness sweep into the darkness and shroud his thoughts.
After a while, he fell asleep.
Standing in front of the desk, Jinguji Kiyohime picked up the pen, thought for a long time, and then picked up the pen.
【The new moon is leaning towards the west, do you think it looks like me?】
The girl frowned, looked at it for a while, and then opened the words written by Izumi Toru that she had just put away.
As if she was a little dissatisfied with what she wrote, Jinguji Kiyohime pouted and tore up the words she wrote angrily.
Then, she took out the calligraphy written by Izumi Tetsugo and looked at it carefully.
【But I hope the wind and rain will come】
Should I write out the last sentence?
She hesitated.
Izumi Tetsu's slightly confused murmur still seemed to echo in his ears.
In the end, she gave up.
She said she was practicing calligraphy, but she only wrote one calligraphy, and Jinguji Kiyohime never touched a pen again today.
Lost interest.
…
After Izumi Toru woke up, Jinguji Kiyohime left a note and left.
On the way back, I passed by the cherry grove and saw the red sunset, as if it was passing over the treetops of the cherry grove.
Against the backdrop of the sunset, the tree crowns, like crimson clouds, appeared black.
Izumi stared blankly at the setting sun passing over the treetops, until his eyes felt stinging, and he closed his eyes.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that the butterflies behind Jinguji Kiyohime's kimono were flying in the remaining sunset glow in his eyes.