How rude, we are pure love!

Qingye instantly crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and threw it on the ground - it was a miracle that this izakaya was still in business until now!

As if she had noticed something from their expressions, the old lady scratched her hair awkwardly and said comfortingly:

"I'm getting old and I always like to write some random things. Don't mind me. Please draw again. This time it's free for you."

——Do you want us to care about this or not?

It was rare for the three of them to say the same thing.

Then, the two Yukinoshitas blinked their eyes. Although this lot was indeed very subtle, if you asked them if they wanted to continue drawing... they would still want to take a look.

Three hands reached out to the box one after another.

This time they were much more cautious.

Yukinoshita Haruno seemed to be lost in thought.

The bond between brothers is as deep as snow, and true love is revealed when jealousy melts. A match made in heaven is not an empty promise, and the red string has long been tied to the destined couple.

Yukinoshita Yukino frowned.

Why should I hide my radiance when I admire the moon? The Big Dipper hangs in the sky, illuminating my reflection. Don't lament walking alone on the frosty road; the candlelight warms the cold with its fragrance.

The two lowered their eyes and looked at each other again. They seemed to be completely opposite, yet surprisingly similar in some ways.

Qingye smiled, put away the signature paper, and remained calm.

His fortune poem only had one sentence.

The immense gratitude and righteousness are entrusted to the sun and the moon, and both of them have hearts as pure as ice and free from dust.

Then, in my senior year of high school—

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Ps: I did it, Saki, I did it, I can no longer feel the passage of time, I am completely immersed in another world, nothing can stop me anymore, hehe, hehe (fainted.

Chapter 111 Yukinoshita Haruno.

Eighteen years old.

This is a turning point in life. Standing at this crossroads, whether taking a step forward or staying put, the same emotions will entangle everyone: anxiety about the upcoming new life and uneasiness about college entrance exams - they are only one step away from becoming adults.

After the age of eighteen, everyone must be truly responsible for their own life.

——So, where will we end up?

Yukinoshita Yukino's senior year of high school was filled with books. She'd also put her club activities on hold. Although she had high confidence, her definition of 'perfection' never allowed her to slack off, and besides, it never hurt to read more.

Kiyono felt much more relaxed. After confirming his status as the test-taker king, Yukinoshita's mother let him go and throw a tantrum, except for the regular spot checks. His second book also performed very well, and now it was attracting everyone's attention. Many people were waiting for his new work.

Yukinoshita Haruno still stood as a bystander, her eyes looking through the falling snow, as if she was witnessing something, waiting for something.

Then, the day of the school exam arrived.

As a top-notch writer who has been very popular in society in the past two years, most people subconsciously ignore his real age. Even though the media and literary circles often use his image of a pool boy to promote his works, it is difficult to associate him with a high school student.

It wasn't until Kiyoshi appeared on a TV report about the University of Tokyo one day that it sparked a heated discussion within a certain range.

Most people, even within the literary community, didn't particularly care about the accomplishments of this future "great writer." Would anyone even consider the university where literary masters like Haruki Murakami and Natsume Soseki attended? Before a literary giant poised to leave his mark on history, the faculties of literature at both the University of Tokyo and Waseda University would have to take a back seat.

Even if Qingye is willing, most universities will give him the green light and award him a degree without taking an exam. It is not impossible for him to be promoted to professor or dean in the future, but the boy still has to rely on his own efforts stubbornly!

Another heavy snowfall.

In the examination room of the legendary university, many male students seemed to be in the realm of literature and art. They felt the influence of humanities knowledge invisibly, and were excited. They felt that today's composition would definitely get full marks.

The girl was extremely excited. She had already shifted her thoughts from the question to how to share half of her luck with him... Isn't this bad?

Anyway, the exam begins.

The man who shoulders the destiny of contemporary literature and art takes the lead in writing, writing with great vigor and energy.

Be the first to put pen to paper.

He was also the first to leave.

Outside the examination hall, a reporting team from Tokyo TV was stationed, with all their weapons ready, waiting to report on the examinees.

At this moment, a student hurried by. He was wearing warm and thick clothes and a feminine plaid scarf. He had a handsome face and was holding an umbrella in his hand.

"...Hello, Mr. Kiyono! As the first person to leave, what are your thoughts?"

The reporter recognized him and his eyes lit up.

Qingye stopped and smiled refreshingly:

"First of all, I would like to thank Yukinoshita Yukino for studying with me every day. Secondly, I would like to thank Yang No-jie for her daily encouragement and surprise tutoring."

He bowed to the camera and said, "I also thank my mother for her cultivation and trust. Finally, I ask readers to give me some more time to write my new book."

The reputation of the Yukinoshita family has risen.

On the distant street, Yukinoshita Haruno waved at him and smiled softly, her crimson scarf fluttering like a flag in the snow. Her gaze was fixed on the distant University of Tokyo and the low, leaden clouds, as if she were watching the finale of this youth drama.

She only looked away when Qingye walked in front of her.

"Can it be done?"

Yukinoshita Haruno breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is the peak at the end of the sea of ​​learning? Once I meet the Great Emperor, all my teachings become empty."

Qingye placed his hands behind his back and chanted.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm so proud of you."

Yukinoshita Haruno touched his hair, then took a step back and stared at him with a dazed look in her eyes.

The little boy who was so poor that he needed her pocket money to help him seemed to be still in front of her, but he seemed to have grown up so quickly. He wanted to be admitted to the University of Tokyo, and she would have to look up to him...

For some reason, she felt a little lonely.

"When Qingye grows up, he should no longer feel troubled, confused, or painful."

"That person you're talking about isn't an adult, but a god!"

Qingye complained.

Yukinoshita Haruno smiled, stretched out a hand, and caught a handful of clear snow:

"If I ever feel lonely and miserable, I will hide under the table in church."

“Why the church?”

Qingye looked puzzled.

Yukinoshita Haruno blinked and said as a matter of course: "Because I am a bad woman, I will curse in the place closest to God."

Qingye smiled and said, "Then I will curse and pray with you."

Seriously, this guy always tugs at her heartstrings like this. Am I the older sister type? What's the point of constantly being moved? If this keeps going on, she'll definitely earn the nickname "younger man"!

Even so, she still showed a bright smile and said in a sweet voice—

"Is everything alright, handsome and gentle prince?"

"No problem, pitiful twisted queen?"

When Yukinoshita Haruno said this, she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes, which were always smiling, were like the clear surface of a lake, reflecting his figure.

Qingye also stared at her.

As if she felt that the umbrella blocked her vision, Yukinoshita Haruno simply put it away, and her medium-length hair swayed gently in the fine snow.

"Is there any way to be honest about everything?"

Qingye asked.

"OK."

"Everyone might get hurt."

Yukinoshita Haruno said.

"Just hold hands again."

"Can I face it?"

Yukinoshita Haruno said again.

"I believe you."

Her lips opened and closed, as if she wanted to say something else, but at this moment, light footsteps were heard from behind. They turned around at the same time and saw Yukinoshita Yukino holding an umbrella, who was even purer than the pure snow.

However, the moment the girl opened her mouth, she destroyed the atmosphere.

"An exam isn't a sprint race, why are you running so fast?"

Yukinoshita said helplessly.

"Because you're anxious to see your sister."

Yukinoshita Haruno finished her words slowly, then calmed down her expression and turned to her sister, asking with concern: "How do you feel about your performance, Yukino?"

"Who do you think I am?"

Yukinoshita Yukino's bright black eyes were filled with seriousness and confidence, without any flickering or evasion, she was still the same as always.

"Well, I believe Yukino. This means that you can all get into this university."

Yukinoshita Haruno looked at the two people in front of her, narrowed her eyes vaguely, and continued speaking as if she had some emotion:

"You'll be college students soon, and you might feel a little lonely."

Yukinoshita Yukino raised an eyebrow: "Does my sister feel lonely too?"

"Maybe it's more fragile than you think."

Yukinoshita Haruno smiled and walked to her sister's side. Holding an umbrella with her, she said seriously: "Will the end of loneliness be sadness?"

“Maybe sadness and loneliness are one and the same.”

Qingye answered in the same serious tone.

"You two are a little weird today."

It's still a bit strange and uncomfortable. It seems that they are getting more and more in sync... Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at them and let out a light sigh.

Yukinoshita Haruno smiled brightly: "Will this be the last?"

"at last……"

Yukinoshita Yukino seemed to have thought of something, her chest felt a little tight, and her thoughts were a little confused.

"Well, our winter."

Yukinoshita Haruno raised her head and looked at the snowflakes falling from the silver-gray sky. The snowflakes landed on her eyelashes and quickly melted into tiny water droplets.

The seasons march on, and the wind blowing from the snow is a little chilly.

Will we be able to see such pure white snow in the coming winters?

Will they still be able to have such easy conversations next season?

Magic mirror, magic mirror.

——Even if I am the remaining snow that will melt in the spring.

*

That afternoon, two ordinary express deliveries were delivered to Yukinoshita's home.

The family gathered together, looking at the honor that symbolized the highest institution of learning, feeling filled with emotion. The one who was most moved was undoubtedly Yukinoshita's mother. Two people in the family had entered Akamon, and considering Kiyono's literary achievements, Yukinoshita would be considered a family of scholars in the future.

At this moment, Yukinoshita Haruno and Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes met, and they both understood.

——The time has come to make choices and give answers.

*

A mournful cherry blossom snow was falling in the century-old courtyard, a thin layer of frost condensed on the dry landscape in front of the porch, and the hollow sound of adding water to the bamboo tube made the flower petals that accidentally fell into the pool look like lonely red corals.

Yukinoshita Haruno and Yukinoshita Yukino walked along the bluestone path. They had walked on this path for more than ten years, leaving countless traces. They could walk through it with their eyes closed, but this time their steps were cautious and slow, as if they would lose something.

Yang No looked at her sister's profile with a gentle gaze as if she was looking at some precious treasure.