Mrs. Kaori's eyes were a little vacant when she spoke, as if she was not looking at Nakano Mayu's face, but someone in another time and space.
There was a trace of nostalgia in his wife's dark and moist eyes, and the vague emotion made him feel sad.
It's just that the person his wife is facing at this time is him, and this subtle scene also makes him a little distraught.
"Sorry Yu-chan..."
After another long while, the wife came back to her senses, her eyes became clear again, and she said apologetically: "I wasted so much time on this old aunt...|"
"There is no such thing, Kaori-san. It would be better to say that your feelings for Mr. Hachiyanagi make me very envious..."
After Nakano Mayu finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his expression was inappropriate. After pondering for a moment, he added: "I just hope that I can have a sincere partner. I don't mean that I want Kaori-san's affection..."
After adding it, he felt it was even more inappropriate, but as the situation became darker and darker, he simply shut up.
"Hehehe... don't worry Yu-chan, I'm an old aunt now, so I won't have such sentimental interpretations..."
"Well, even though Kaori-san is the elder, I don't quite agree with this statement. No matter how you look at it, Kaori-san looks only a few years older than Riho. Let's just say that you are still a female college student. Maybe, she has nothing to do with the old aunt or anything..."
"Oh? Are you comforting me, Yu-chan?"
"This is not a comfort, it's just telling me what I really think..."
"Hehehe... Has Yu-chan's mouth always been so sweet? No wonder Riho..."
"be honest..."
While the two were chatting, Nakano Mayu walked to the floor-length mirror beside the bed and took a look at himself wearing this yukata.
The young man in the mirror has sword-like eyebrows, and between his eyebrows there is a sense of perseverance and maturity that far exceeds his age.
Although the nose is straight and the lips are red, there is no yin at all. Paired with the neat short hair, it further highlights the masculinity of the man.
[In view of the general environment,
The milky white yukata on his body was neatly arranged, which added an extra level of elegance to him.
The young man smiled like a beautiful jade in the world.
"..."
Hachiyanagi Kaori, who was chatting, suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at the figure of the young man in the mirror from behind.
Then he suddenly reached out and stroked the silky yukata on the young man's back.
This yukata was sewn stitch by stitch for her husband. Every stitch, as well as the injuries she accidentally suffered during the sewing process, are still vividly preserved in her memory.
Of course, the scene when the husband put on this yukata for the first time before his death, and the scene where the two of them jumped for joy is still fresh in my memory, but that face, but I don’t know when it started, has slowly become moldy.
"Ka...Kaori-san?"
Nakano Mayu felt a gentle touch on his back, which still made him tremble despite being separated by two layers of clothing.
Everywhere his wife's palm touched, there was a numb and itchy feeling, which made him unable to bear it.
"Yu-chan, don't move yet. I haven't seen this yukata for a long time... Do you want to take a closer look..."
"Well..."
He heard his wife's somewhat pleading words behind him, and he responded vaguely, saying nothing, letting his wife do what she wanted to do to him.
But unfortunately, although the wife was in a trance, she still maintained some consciousness.
Her palms caressed the yukata room, but did not touch some sensitive parts of his body.
"It was in this yukata that Asahi-kun proposed to me..."
"Asahi-kun?"
"That's Riho and the others' father..."
"Ouch..."
"The way Yu-chan looks like wearing a yukata is very similar to Asahi-kun. They both look good. If Yu-chan doesn't dislike it,
If so, I’ll give you this yukata..."
As the wife spoke, her signature sly smile returned to her lips, as if she had escaped from the sentimentality just now.
"Such an important relic..." Nakano Mayu was very satisfied when he saw his elegant and handsome appearance in the mirror, but after all, it was such an important thing, and he never thought of taking it away.
"It's okay, Asahi-kun didn't like waste the most when he was alive. If he knew that his favorite yukata had been sitting at the bottom of the closet and slowly rotting, he would definitely be sad..."
As the wife spoke, she raised her hand and helped him roll up the cuffs slightly, so that part of his wrist was exposed: "It will be cool in summer if you roll it up a little. I have specially designed it here..."
"Thank you Kaori-san..."
When he saw Mrs. Kaori with sincere eyes, he nodded slightly and put away the yukata.
Gifted by elders, dare not refuse...
Although Neon does not have this statement, the cultural core of this sentence is universal wherever it is placed.
As an elder, Mrs. Kaori cannot refuse gifts as long as they are not too precious...
Moreover, he was still confused about whether to complete Mrs. Kaori's mission...
But now, seeing his wife who was still in love with her husband after many years of death, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
A way to accomplish the task skillfully without harming Kaori-san.
"Kaori-san, where is Asahi-san's spiritual place? I took his clothes and wanted to offer him a stick of incense and let me know..." Nakano Mayu said with a sincere expression.
"Um?"
The wife was a little surprised, looked at him deeply, and then said with a smile: "That's fine, anyway, you will have to offer incense to Mr. Chaoyang sooner or later..."
"Goose..."
Seeing his wife's ambiguous smile, he knew of course that she was referring to Riho's side, rather than any development with her herself, so he agreed without comment.
"Come with me..."
After the wife finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the bedroom, took him to the door of the room at the far end of the corridor, opened the wooden door and walked in.
This room looks like a study room, with many old-looking large books on the bookshelves on both sides.
In the middle, facing away from the window, is an old-looking wooden desk. Next to the desk is a memorial table with a memorial tablet on it.
Nakano Mayu looked around for a while. Everywhere in the study was neat and clean. The post-coated black-and-white photo on the memorial tablet was even polished and polished. It looked like someone was taking good care of it.
"Hey, Yu-chan..."
The wife found some incense from the desk drawer and handed it to him. She pursed her lips and smiled and said, "Chaoyang Jun will definitely be very happy if he sees his future son-in-law being so handsome..."
"Kaori-san, Riho and I are just friends..."
He took the three sticks of incense with a slightly shy expression suitable for a high school student.
"Hehehe...it's great to be young..."
Nakano Mayu then turned his head and looked seriously at the young man in the black and white photo.
The handsome appearance, sunny smile, and the sense of perseverance between the brows are indeed very similar to him. No wonder Kaori-san keeps talking about the similarity.
If I hadn't known that this was Riho's father, just looking at this photo, I would have thought that I had a long-lost brother or something...
While he was putting up the incense, he carefully remembered the appearance of the man in the photo...
After writing everything down, he looked at the hearty smile of the handsome man in the photo, and looked at the clear-eyed wife beside him with his peripheral vision, and suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart...
