The old couple listened to what they said, perhaps Zhaoyue just thought that the story had passed through her mind.

But at this time, he was also in the game. Instead, he was thoughtful. He turned sideways and looked at the slim and beautiful girl beside him.

Kamisato Ayaka wore foundation and a yukata decorated with white broken snow. The fabric of the yukata was smooth, flickering in the light of the lights, revealing her slender snow-white neck.

The girl's face was as beautiful as the bright moon. A pink glaze appeared on her lightly bitten lips. Her face was dusted with powder, as if she was blushing or wearing light makeup.

She tied up her hair high, and a jade hairpin passed through the dark hair, adding a bit of nobility to her out of thin air.

In her right hand, she holds a fox-like mask with the same red pattern as the one on the shrine maiden's costume. In her left hand, she holds a paper folding fan, but it is not a blue base, but a new folding fan with a white base and a base that matches the yukata.

She looked at Zhao Yue affectionately, and after noticing his gaze, she raised the corners of her mouth with satisfaction, as if she was satisfied with this understanding look at each other.

In fact, most of the wingman's efforts were in vain. He hurried to Oguraya early to ask Kamisato Ayaka what color the yukata was and what features it had, and then sent him a folding fan.

While Kamisato Ayaka was looking at him, she also grabbed the folding fan in her hand, spread it out with a swipe, and half covered her beautiful face.

How many years have you been with me, flowers blooming and falling, ups and downs.

The most sincere love in the world is like this. The other person doesn't care about anything else and just covets your feelings.

But it is rare for people to be in such a situation after they are teenagers. Even in Tokyo, where the crowds are falling, the feelings of teenagers are tainted with material gold, becoming less pure and even filled with greed.

From what the old man said, they had met for at least thirty years. To be able to successfully retire from years of war and find a lifelong lover, this veteran is also very lucky.

Zhaoyue doesn't know how long he can maintain the passion of this love, but he has the heart to persevere.

Decades or hundreds of years later, he might stand under the green cherry blossom trees, caressing the tombstone of his former lover, and slide his fingers over the inscription on the epitaph.

There will definitely be the words "Shangshan Zhaoyue's wife, Shangshan Linghua" engraved there by his own hands.

He will be the one to bear the sorrow at that time, and the time when Kamisato Ayaka was alive will be imprinted in his memory, turning into the most mellow sweetness, suddenly like a mottled picture that will never fade.

Eternal life is considered a curse, and we will continue to face pain while we are still alive.

People around me pass away, my heart is constantly covered with dust, the light in my eyes gradually dims, and I drag my increasingly tired body through the gaps in time, in the world of the living.

In the end, the pearl is covered with dust, the heart is withered and numb, the mind is confused, and the person becomes old and dies.

By then, death will also be liberation.

But the minds of immortal creatures will not be confused. The marks accumulated by that time will always be imprinted in the heart, turning into eternal shackles and eternal pain.

This is wear and tear, which has nothing to do with natural laws and is purely inevitable caused by the natural loss of time.

Human beings are social creatures, and they are not human beings only when they are born in the womb, ten months into pregnancy, and then born.

Human beings are the primates of all things. They have difficulties, good and evil, and reason. They have the rationality and character to be human. Even if their bodies are the bodies of eternal demons, they are the white emperor who is the only one throughout the ages, and the giant dragon soaring in the sky.

They still have people and things they care about, they will be touched, they will think about people when they see things, they will feel trapped, and they will be confused. They can also be called human beings and have a human heart.

He gently took the girl's soft hand, squeezed it lustfully, and then naturally smiled.

Meeting his deep gaze and feeling the blazing emotions in the eternal pure golden light, the girl's smooth neck was spread with crimson color, half of her face turned red with embarrassment, she gritted her teeth and clasped his hand in response.

She didn't dare to look at the eyes of the people around her, so she had to lower her head, as timid as a quail bird.

She didn't understand how determined Zhaoyue was to hold her hand, but she instinctively felt that this beautiful emotion should not be let down.

He dragged the pretty girl into the lively festival, and the No. 3 wingman behind him looked at each other, only to feel that his stomach and mouth were full of food and grass.

"Are we... redundant?" Maplehara Manyo held the tiger fish knife, feeling as if he was drawing the sword and looking around in confusion.

He was called to be a wingman, and he even declined the invitation from his new acquaintance Beidou Sister-in-law. However, when he came over, he could not help in any way, and he just served as a guard for one night like he was on duty.

He originally had great ambitions, but facing the gods, his martial arts skills were nowhere to be used, and now he was useless as a wingman.

"It seems... it's redundant..." Thomas touched the back of his head and smiled coquettishly.

"It seems like it's superfluous." Xiao Gong put his hands on his hips and relaxed his frown.

"Forget it, the goal has been achieved anyway, let's go. It's a good festival, what if we don't appreciate it?" Xiao Gong put his hands behind his head, smiled, and strode into the crowd.

"..."

The only female also left, and the bachelor duo looked at each other.

"Want to go to an izakaya?" Thomas said dryly after thinking for a while.

"Aren't you going to the festival?"

Toma didn't speak. He looked directly at Maplehara Manyo, who was so excited that he could only nodded stiffly.

"Let's go! Drink!"

Toma's strong arms hooked up Maplehara Manyo, who was strangled by the neck, and followed Toma staggering away as if his feet were sliding.

Two red figures disappeared into the lonely night, waiting under the dim light to exhale the irritability accumulated in their chests for no reason.

"Marshmallow, do you like it?"

He handed it to Kamisato Ayaka under the ambiguous gaze of the shopkeeper. The girl gently lifted her hair and put it behind her pink ears, and said softly "Hmm".

"Do you like whatever I give you?"

He seemed helpless and could only gently touch the latter's soft hair. He stretched out his hand to take off the jade hairpin on the temples. Suddenly, the green hair slid down like a waterfall, and the fragrance overflowed in the evening breeze.

"..." Ling Hua put on an angry face and rarely raised his mouth.

The marshmallow in her mouth melted in her mouth, and the mellow sweetness filled her mouth, sweet and refreshing, and her frown could not help but relax.

"!!"

Kamisato Ayaka backed away suddenly, like a frightened deer, her eyes were full of astonishment, and there was a trace of moisture on her forehead, which was slightly cool in the evening breeze.

But Kamisato Ayaka felt that her whole body was heating up. If the conditions didn't allow it, she would probably turn into a steam girl.

"Next time you do something like this, can you give Ling Hua some tips?" she asked tentatively.

"No," Shangshan Zhaoyue's smile was bright and clear, and Ayaka Kamiri's heart was filled with sweetness, but she spat softly on her lips.

"rogue!"

"What?" Someone's hearing was so good that the girl didn't expect it.

Fortunately, she still had exclusive privileges. She immediately turned her head away and said with a glazed pink lip gloss.
Chapter completed!