【Round Flame】Sun Flower Field

After half a year, Yuan stood in a place not far from that day, with the same booklet stuffed in his hand again.

Sunny hot summer, silver-clad winter.

The wedding dress studio built in the center of the square is still in operation. Has anyone changed here?How long has it existed? ... Madoka, who rarely comes here, has never cared about this place before.

Throw the last booklet in the trash, along with the tissue paper that wrapped the cone at the bottom.

This time Yuan was holding red bean milk tea with ginger juice. She flipped through the booklet and put it in her bag.

The heating was turned on in the bridal shop standing in the middle of the square. The process of choosing a wedding dress was much more complicated than imagined. If it was to order a wedding dress, it had to be about a year in advance, and it was also very cumbersome to try on a cash wedding dress.In the past, Yuan's concept of wedding was similar to celebrating a birthday, so she didn't know that it was best to bring her own underwear when trying on wedding dresses.

In the next few weeks, they ran several times in succession, and the common feeling of Madoka and Homura was that it was so troublesome.

It's so troublesome, it's really too much trouble.

The two looked at each other with wry smiles, which was more annoying than bathing fourteen cats in turn.

The wedding banquet was scheduled for the beginning of March, and it was very simple. It was more like a dinner party than a wedding banquet. Yuan had attended the wedding of her school colleagues before, and let alone the bride and groom, even she, the guest, felt tired.Thinking about what he was looking forward to, there were probably only moments like cutting the cake and drinking a glass of wine, and the old-fashioned greetings were not worth mentioning.

Homura is more suitable for wearing a wedding dress than herself. Her skin is very fair, and the long hair that hangs down to her waist is black and shiny. Homura once asked if she wanted to wear her hairstyle, and Yuan thought it would be good.

Homura has many scars on her body, but the wedding dress that uses a lot of chiffon hides this well, making her look like a delicate doll on her body.

Yuan's skin color is slightly darker, lighter than wheat. On the one hand, she runs around every day; .

If Homura was a doll, Madoka thought she might be a Chihuahua.

Cutting the cake.

Sayaka said, laughing, and then pressed the shutter.

The double-layer whipped cream cake is made by Homura, and some people said that this kind of thing should be left to the cake shop outside, but seeing her in the kitchen spreading cream on the cake with a smile on her face, Madoka didn't say anything. After saying that, he just leaned against the door frame and looked at her figure in the apron.

The cake is topped with flamed butterscotch flowers, chocolate shavings, and assorted fruit accented by honeydew melon.

...Homo is the only one in the world who can put so many honeydew melons on the cake, and each slice is so sweet.

Then, there was also such a thing as intentionally wet the candle so that it could not be lit. Yuan guessed that it was Kyoko who would do such a boring and routine thing.

Because they are all very familiar friends or family members, the dishes are served one after another and everyone is no longer polite. Topics such as what new games have been released recently and where to spend the honeymoon coexist on the table. Sauce, Yuan cut off a piece and delivered it to Yan's dinner plate.

At the end of the banquet, Yuan presented flowers to her parents. This seemed to be a routine, and she was happy to do so, thanking her parents for giving birth to her, so that she could meet Homura.

But... what.

I always feel that no matter how simple this kind of wedding is, it is still too formal to make people feel uncomfortable.

Yuan forked up the chopped beef and brought it to his mouth.

The wedding ended after eight o'clock in the evening. After returning home, she found a reason to get out of the house and went to a large supermarket.

Coming back again, Yuan was carrying the things she bought, and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom in the corridor.

Taking off her coat and shoes and socks, she took the ring off her finger and put it in a small box, carefully storing it in a drawer that would never be lost, and walked towards the place where the sound of water came from.

Homura looked surprised when the door opened and saw Madoka standing in the doorway.

Who knows what they are doing.

Why?

If you have to say it, Yuanxiang just wants to do this, that's all.

The hot water from the shower splashed on the hair and shirt, and the wet cloth was stuck to the body.

The round fingers slid across the surgical scar on Yan's chest, moved down to the lower abdomen, and then went down, skilfully sliding into her body, Yan's body trembled slightly.

Maybe I'm a little sick.

She licked the glass-scarred bump on the back of her neck.

There are many similar scars on Yan's body, gravel on the street, and even thick winter clothes can penetrate.

"The wedding dress covers all of this up..."

"…What?……"

"scar."

"...It's ugly..."

"No, it's beautiful."

It wasn't until the wedding ceremony that she realized that it was inappropriate all the time. The plain white silk covered all the scars on her body.

Why, it may not look good in the eyes of others, but Madoka likes it very much.

That's the trace of Homura's love for her.

"...Ah, ah..."

Yan wore the white sheet that Yuan bought, and was looked up and down by her eyes.

"…that is it."

It looks much more pleasing to the eye than a wedding dress.

"What, what's the matter, but I think it's better for you to put on your clothes first... Although the air conditioner is on here."

"Anyway, I have to take it off later, so I won't catch a cold."

"Uh…"

Homura looked at Madoka with a helpless expression like that of a child.

"Oh, right."

As she said, she crawled to the place where the bag was placed in the corner of the bedroom and found a rose, then crawled back and handed it to Yan.

"give you."

"What fun play are you playing..."

Homura didn't pick it up, it's really weird and funny for Madoka to be like this...

"…Humph."

Yuan suddenly started picking petals, muttering in his mouth: love you, don't love you, love you, don't love you, love you, don't love you...

……

"Do not love you."

It's the last petal.

Yuan tore it in half again, and threw one piece away, wait, this is a foul.

"Love you."

Pink eyes stared at him like a puppy.

"Okay, okay. I know—uh..."

Then he was thrown down like Homura was crushed by a dog.

"I said... Yan."

Afterwards, the circle seems to be much more normal, and the unhappiness before seems to be just because of the childish reason of "the wedding dress covered all the scars".Yuan hooked her little finger, and lay down beside Yan's pillow.

"Shall I change it to your last name?"

"what?…"

Homura turned his head to look at her, what he said before was obviously changing "Xiaomeiyan" to "Lumuyan".

"Why?" Homura asked.

"Thinking about it... I want to form a family with Homura more than having one more person in the family..."

"...it's up to you."

"do not like?"

"No, it's an honor."

Homura smiled and ruffled her hair.

——Isn’t there always such a thing as a promotional event, for example, a 60-second kiss for free on Valentine’s Day?

"There is no gender restriction?"

Madoka took Homura's hand and asked the abbot's staff over there with a smile.

"...No, no."

"Do you want to register?"

"Yes, please fill in your name here."

Yuan took the pen, and wrote Xiaomeiyuan on the name column of the form—Homura was already blushing so much that she wanted to find a place to drill—and Yuan wrote her name on the side, Xiaomeiyan, on her behalf.

"Is it a sister?"

"What do you say?"

Yuan smiled noncommittally, "Can we start now?"

"Ah... yes."

Encircling Homura's neck, he pulled her down, who was a head taller than her, and kissed her in full view on the streets of Shibuya.

——Yuan closed his eyes, and heard the sound of the camera shutter coming from the side, as well as the silvery white light.

Yuan knew that he would definitely be in the newspaper or on TV tomorrow.

But it doesn't matter, she wants her relationship with Homura to be recognized by more people, men like men, men like women, women like men, women like women.

Nothing more than these four.

There is nothing surprising about this.

——I like Homura, Homura likes me.

That's enough, isn't it?

fin.