【Round Flame】Sun Flower Field

Homura rarely came to the country.

It is not so much that I seldom come to the countryside, it is better to say that I seldom even go out to the city. There are a lot of scenes in my memory that are hospitals: hospital wards, the smell of disinfectant.

I don't know whether to say it is unfortunate or lucky.Using the money obtained in that way to perform surgery is completely like the plot of a TV series, spending a lot of money to perform surgery with a success rate of less than 50.00%.

He was pushed into the operating room with the feeling that death is not worth it, and he could still see the sun after he came out.

…Homo woke up from his sleep and looked at the ceiling of the old Japanese-style house with a sense of age, which was different from the city buildings. The brown color, probably traces of water seepage, formed irregular patterns on it.

The three-leaf ceiling fan was spinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.There are cicadas outside.

——It was so peaceful that it made people feel a little tranced.

It took her half a minute to confirm whether she was in a dream or in reality. If it was a dream, it was difficult to remember how it started. Homura could recall how she came here, ate shaved ice, saw Yuan's grandma, Then take a nap on the bamboo mat after lunch.

Yuan, who didn't need to drive and didn't need to wear long trousers, changed into a lighter skirt and lay down next to Yan to take a nap. Seeing the familiar sleeping face, Yan felt much more at ease.

Wanting to touch her, Homura involuntarily reached out to touch the hand on the side of her face.

"Well…"

Maybe it's because my hands are cold in summer, Madoka was woken up.

"Ah...sorry, I woke you up." She hastily apologized.

Madoka looked at her sleepily, moved a little - very childish movements, reminding Homura of silkworms - rubbed against her and hugged her like a toy.

Yan was taken aback, Yuan seemed to fall back asleep within a few seconds, Yan couldn't figure out whether she had woken up or not just now.

Can't move... Homura doesn't hate it, but she's not used to being hugged - because even hugs from her parents are a distant memory.

At first, Homura was really troubled how long this would last, but unexpectedly, he didn't resist this hug too much, and gradually got used to it, and fell asleep like Yuan at some point passed.

It was already five or six o'clock when I woke up again, and the sky outside the house was already twilight.

"Homura can sleep well."

...When did the circle rise.

Hearing Madoka's voice, Homura was a little surprised how she slept so deeply this time. When she was at home, she would wake up immediately even if the cat ran into the bedroom.

"sorry."

"Why do you have to apologize? I understand very well. This kind of environment is very easy to make people drowsy. Sometimes I can sleep all day."

"Well…"

"Do you want to eat watermelon? It's just brought up from the well, it's very cold."

Madoka handed over the plate containing the sliced ​​watermelon.

"what."

As soon as the ice-cold watermelon is eaten, the mind immediately clears up a lot.

"Delicious."

It's very sweet, and... how should I put it, it feels different from the watermelon that comes out of the refrigerator. The watermelon taken out of the refrigerator always feels that the ice is too much, and the original umami taste will be covered by the ice.

"Is it? The watermelon frozen in the well is better than the one frozen in the refrigerator, but it also has something to do with the quality of the melon."

"Ah."

"There are many more words you like, do you want me to cut it in half?"

"No need...you won't be able to eat dinner."

"That's right. Then I'll go to the kitchen to help grandma."

"Well, please let me go too."

"Homura is a guest, so don't bother."

"No... Madoka and I... That... Is that kind of relationship... So—"

...Wait, what am I talking about...

"...Really... I'll trouble you then. Let's go together." Yuan stretched out his hand, his face was a little red.

……

But Yan didn't expect that the stove here was completely different from the one at home.

In retrospect, the word Yuan used in the conversation just now was also "kitchen" instead of "kitchen". When I came in, I really couldn't say it was a kitchen.

Yuan, on the other hand, was adding firewood with ease while chatting with his grandmother. He had never even seen such an old-fashioned stove flame (only seen on TV), let alone used it.

I always feel that there is nothing I can do to help......

Yan washes the picked cowpeas and puts them in a basin. This is not considered helpful, anyone can do it.

"Miss Xiaomei is such a good girl."

Hey…

It was not Yuan's voice that mentioned his surname, but a voice that had become hoarse with age, Yuan's grandmother was speaking.

Homura hurriedly turned around and stood up.

"Ah... that..." I don't know what to say.

"Such a dirty little guy's room is willing to come here. There are not many girls who are willing to work in the kitchen now."

"What's up, Grandma, this sounds like a total sarcasm."

"Huh? Is it?"

"The dishes made by Yan are delicious, but the stove here is not very good at using it."

"That's really rare. It would be nice to have a chance to try it."

"I will treat you well when you come to Tokyo."

"Oh—I'm really looking forward to it." The old man smiled kindly, and turned to talk to his granddaughter next to him, "You should learn from others."

"Know it…"

"What a good girl... She is virtuous and beautiful, and she will definitely marry a good man."

Being praised in person makes me happy and a little bit ashamed...

Homura sat back on the small stool again, and when they looked towards Yuan, their eyes met, and Yuan stuck out his tongue mischievously at her.

I was asked a lot of questions during dinner at night.

Such as work, age... even asked about skin care methods, she is really an old lady who pays attention to skin care...

Homura feels that the reason for her pale skin is not good at all...Because of poor health, she doesn't go out very much, so she can't get sunlight or something.

"Oh, by the way, are all these kittens raised by you?"

"Yes."

"Nice cat."

"Ha ha……"

It's a fantasy to have them lined up for dinner at home.

Now everyone is obedient and obedient, Homura doesn't know what to say.

When at home, knocking over this and that was commonplace, which made Yan never dare to buy vases and other decorations.

...What else do you guys do besides know how to fight in the nest...

"The food was delicious, thank you."

"They're all vegetarian dishes. Xiaoyuan thinks who cooks better dishes, grandma or Miss Xiaomei?"

"Of course..."

Only halfway through Yan's words, Yuan interjected without hesitation, "Xiao Yan."

"Uh... Madoka..."

"Hahahaha, grandma is a vegetarian, so there will be no meat in the dishes. You should give up."

"Grandma is stingy."

"By the way, Yuan, do you want to set off fireworks tonight? In the afternoon, grandma found a lot of fireworks from the warehouse."

"...It hasn't expired..."

"I just let it go during the Chinese New Year, don't be so disgusted."

The subject soon changed to another place.

The round grandma laughed heartily.Flame breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought Yuan would get angry when she said that...

The communication between people...is really a little difficult to understand.

"Here, fairy stick."

After dinner, Yuan went to the warehouse to bring fireworks. Although she said she had just used them, the big ones still looked dangerous. After pouring water and destroying them, she brought some less dangerous fireworks.

"Homura grew up in the city... Life here should be very fresh, right?"

"Yes."

I have never been to a place I have never been to, and I have never been exposed to such a life.

Because almost all of them are in the hospital...

"Shall I light the fire for you?"

"Ok."

The fairy wand in his hand was lit, and it sizzled, and a small light shone in the dark.

I played it when I was very young... I remember playing like this...

"I experienced a lot of new things today." Homura said.

"Like it?"

"Ah."

Dancing in the air with a fairy wand will leave a small string of fleeting light.

"I used to live here when I was a kid."

"It's always a happy memory..."

"However," Yuan sat on the wooden floor of the promenade outside the house and looked over, "Without Homura, these memories always feel a little lonely."

"…thanks."

"Oh right, let me show you this."

"?"

Yuan took another fairy wand, and came over to Yan's side with great interest.

"I'm a master at drawing five-pointed stars!"

While talking, I clicked on it, but Homura watched her draw in the second half and the first half, and it disappeared. It couldn't be formed at all.

"Not enough time..."

"Huh!? I really drew it before!"

...And then, Madoka tried out several fairy wands.

I didn't draw it either.

"Give up...I can't succeed because I don't have a childlike heart..."

"Don't be so depressed..."

I didn't say that I didn't believe her, maybe I could draw it because I played a lot when I was young...

"Then draw something else, and change to a simple pattern, it should be fine."

"Also...", Yuan nodded, and returned from the state of squatting in the corner planting mushrooms, "What did you draw... Ah, there it is."

Yuan fetched another one and lit it.

"Look good."

"Ah."

...The shining flames danced in the night sky. Although it was still broken, Homura could see the trajectory.

"..."

"Ah, I lost. Let's do it again, and it should be ok to draw a little bit."

This time he could see more clearly, the pattern drawn by the silver-white light in the night, Homura was sure that he saw it right just now.

...is love.

"……round…"

"Ah."

"Are you serious?"

"Referring to love?"

"Yes…"

"I haven't been serious since the beginning... I like you, Homura."

"...Thank, thank you..."

So happy.

I was so happy that I couldn't help crying... my eyes were sore.

Not good... I seem to be really crying.

"Hey, hey!? Why are you crying!"

"It's nothing...it's nothing...I'm very happy....that...I like Madoka too."

"Okay."

Homura felt herself being hugged from behind.

It would be strange to be seen by Yuan's grandma...

...But...how should I put it...Now I feel that it doesn't matter if I'm seen.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have childhood memories with Homura... From now on, it's enough to create more memories belonging to the two of you."