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"Falling in love with you again... more deeply than ever..."

With a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, Yong stood in the kitchen staring at the rising golden light on the roof in the distance.

The TV was left on all night, and someone was singing an old song.

Old songs, old songs are better.

He thought so in his head, but he couldn't say it.

Without an audience, if the guy was there, there might be an argument or two.

"..." I still swallowed it a little unaccustomed to those frequent complaints and jokes.After all, it was a habit for many years.

Today is not bad, it is still the same.

Hasn't it been doing well so far?

I get up early and work hard during the day; I eat well, wash my clothes well, and keep a record of my daily changes, but I smoke more.

Turn on the tap and take out a clean cup.The sun had risen completely, the purple morning mist was no longer visible, and a golden light danced on the wall of the cup.

Even if it is for such a bright spot and a quiet status quo, you should be grateful for what you have done.Yong smiled, took a whole glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.

I chose this place because I like it very much, this kind of country street.

The rain of the day before washed the leaves and knocked off some old ones, as if only to leave those young ones standing upright on the branches.The soil exudes a slightly soothing fragrance, and it will not stick to the shoes, and the color is fertile.The sky was washed transparent, blue like a quiet lake, making the furry hills in the distance look so friendly.The eaves along the street are low and scattered, and when you get closer, you can see the sky is reflected on the glass, white and blue, distinct and bright.Izakayas, souvenir shops, fruit shops, I count them all in my head—every time I come here, the cat with the painted face will definitely appear from nowhere, sitting at the fixed place on the side of the road and licking its paws .

"Good morning." It turns out that I don't like these little things very much. People really change.Not in a hurry, Yong knelt down and looked at him lovingly.

Maybe it's because he thinks this guy is similar to that guy.

"Meow——" the cat sat on its hind feet and stretched out the paws it had just licked.

"Oh, it's a high-five." Stretching out his finger, touching the little pink icy flesh pad, Yong smiled slightly.

I have never been a sophisticated person, and I don't care about those so-called reputations, but I rarely pay attention to the tiny things around me.Apart from work and research, the most I do is to be with that guy.

From freshness to familiarity, eating and drinking together, stumbling and stumbling every day is indispensable, and sometimes I feel that I am looking for troubles for myself, but I really never thought about losing those daily routines.

"I'm leaving." Thinking about it now, it's all a little distressed and warm.

The steps are still so brisk, I wish I was really suspicious these days.

Well, the matter has come to this point, it is better than regretting and crying bitterly when the day comes.

"Falling in love with you again... more deeply than ever..."

"Miyagi, I'm really sorry, you have to go with Ryosuke." The store manager wiped off the sweat from his brow.

"Okay." Taking off the gloves, the back collar is already soaked.Yong wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, and put his hat back on.

"Okay, then we'll go first, and I'll leave the rest to you!" Ryosuke put down the box in his hand and quickly jumped onto the truck.

Ryosuke Yasuda was the first person I met in this small town: he is not tall, with surprisingly thick eyebrows, and he would squint his eyes for a long time without saying a word when eating delicious ramen.

Helping the store manager to buy goods has become a regular thing since the birth of his third child.Not long after I came to the town, I had already read the books I brought with me countless times.Even if I can cruelly abandon my original life, my love for ancient Chinese will still disturb me in the middle of the night from time to time.

There is a bookstore in the small town, and there are a few ancient books that have turned yellow, which made Yong really excited for a few days.

I finished flipping through tremblingly, like eating a long-lost meal, which made Yong happy for many days, but after that, there was a deep emptiness.

"You can go to the bookstore again." Ryosuke pulled up his seat belt, smiling, revealing two dimples, "Have a good night's sleep on the way."

"Then please." Covering his face with a hat, Miyagi closed his eyes.

That song is still playing in my mind.

The road went smoothly, and Yong stretched himself nicely when he was woken up by Ryosuke.

"You'd better go shopping in the bookstore." Ryosuke was the only one who knew that he was a professor, and he also overheard him when he said something wrong after drinking.

"Then I'm sorry." The child has never been to college, and he has an inexplicable longing for the teacher.Reluctant to waste time, Yong threw the towel on the car and started walking.

In the bookstore closest to the warehouse, on the first floor are some magazine comics that young people like, and some colorful posters.In contrast, the second floor is very quiet, with only a small table, two green chairs with peeling paint, a few rows of bookshelves against the wall, and green vines on the windows extending their branches to the books.

There is some damp paper smell, mixed with the refreshing coffee brewed by the siphon pot, which is somewhat incompatible with the warm sun outside the window.

Yong searched patiently, took out a book and flipped it gently in the palm of his hand, relaxing his whole body.

The sound of footsteps approaching the second floor, I couldn't help frowning, feeling a little annoyed that there are other people who have this hobby.

"..." The heavy footsteps beside him stopped abruptly, and a tall shadow stood on the steps.

"palace…"

"Professor Miyagi?!"