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Fujii Itsuki got up at seven in the morning, washed up simply, organized the Chinese lesson plan that he had worked overtime on last night, packed up his notebook and briefcase, and prepared to go out for breakfast.
The air in the winter morning is gray and damp.
He came to the living room, but he didn't expect Jiu Huayue had already gotten up and was cooking noodles in the open kitchen.
The sixteen-year-old girl was wearing Tachibana Kita's dark blue sailor uniform and an apron, and her back was slender.
A pair of long, white legs peek out from under the pleated skirt of the same color; the skin in the absolute area between the white stockings and the pleated skirt is white and smooth, and the thighs are slightly marked by the stockings, full of flesh.
He is over 1.7 meters tall, but his thighs still look chubby.
Is this girl eating a little too much recently?
Fujii Itsuki shook off these messy thoughts, walked to the girl's side, and looked at the steaming pot of boiling water.
"Are you making breakfast today?"
Jiuhuayue was startled.
When she saw it was Fujii Itsuki, the girl immediately covered her chest, frowned, and said sternly with a complaining tone:
“Uncle, you really are——!”
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Noodles again today?"
"Um"
When Jiuhuayue heard the word "again", she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
But she quickly returned to normal.
"After all, I can't let you make breakfast all by yourself! I have to do something to avoid owing you a favor."
"If you can let me live in your house for free, you won't owe me a favor."
"It was my mother who invited you, not me."
Fujii Itsuki did not refute.
"How about I help you prepare the seasoning for the noodles? It's better to finish eating earlier so that we can set off earlier~~"
Fujii Itsuki yawned, "There is still a lot of work waiting for me to do at school."
"Uncle, staying up late again?"
"I just took over your class. I need to prepare lesson plans, class arrangements, class goals, etc."
"Well," Jiu Huayue stared at his profile for a while, her voice becoming softer, "Well, I'm really sorry to bother you, uncle."
"You don't want to call me teacher?"
"Didn't you tell me to shout whatever I want in private?"
“Yes, that happened.”
"Uncle, you have such a bad memory for gender!"
"Haha."
Fujii Itsuki smiled casually, cut some green onions from the onion box on the window, washed them, and chopped them on the chopping board.
"The water is boiling, you can go down now."
"Oh well."
While Jiuhuayue was doing this, she was also secretly watching Fujii Itsuki chopping green onions.
The uncle said yesterday that she didn't have to call him teacher after school, she could just call him whatever she liked.
The uncle is really weird.
As Mr. Fujii, he has a serious attitude at school, and the smile behind his half-frame glasses always reveals his amiable humility and gentleness.
As soon as school was over, he was that sloppy uncle who was lazy about his life, liked to smoke and look at the sky of Otaru City.
Occasionally, I would make coffee for the two of them to drink together.
Of course, what Jiu Huayue likes most is that the uncle can hold the guitar and play the guitar beside her while she drinks coffee.
The guitar he plays is always lyrical, soft and pleasant to the ear. Listening to it always helps me sleep well and have sweet dreams at night.
It is just as the uncle said, his work and life are two completely different sides.
Basically, I don't bring work and career content into my life.
She probably likes the current Fujii Itsuki more than Fujii Sensei.
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Jiuhuayue lowered her head and faced the noodles in her pot that were almost cooked.
Should I learn more about how to make breakfast so that I can eat it with my uncle?
As a thank you to his good friend for taking such good care of me.
After breakfast, they both went out and got on the bus at the same time.
"By the way! Uncle, when you got up, did you make the bed properly?"
"." Fujii Itsuki held the ring with his hands and did not answer.
The girl half closed her eyes and asked, "Uncle——"
Fujii Itsuki knew he couldn't avoid it, so he smiled apologetically, "Sorry! Jiuhua, I forgot for a moment."
"How could uncle promise me!"
"this one"
"I'm angry--!" Jiuhuayue puffed up her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry. I worked overtime yesterday and woke up in a daze. I really forgot."
"I'll settle the score with you after school!"
At the next stop, classmates from the same school will get on the bus, so they have to avoid suspicion, so the distance between the two of them standing in the bus will be much farther than usual.
Jiuhuayue didn't like this feeling very much.
It was as if the distance between myself and my good friend had suddenly been distanced.
Uncle, you can't shout anymore.
No more joking.
She knew it was not a good idea to chat with her teacher, but——
this matter
I should tell him about this matter that I have made up my mind about as soon as possible.
Jiuhuayue pursed her lips, reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears, took a deep breath, and then took the initiative to stand next to Fujii Itsuki.
"Uncle."
"Hmm?" Fujii Itsuki turned his head and smiled kindly.
Jiuhuayue quickly avoided the sight, lowered her head and called out obediently: "Teacher Fujii."
"What's up, Kuka-san?"
Jiuhuayue is not a timid person. She will step up when something happens and speak her mind when something happens.
So at this moment, beside Fujii Itsuki, she directly expressed her inner thoughts:
"Teacher Fujii, I want to officially join the wind band club and work hard to learn an orchestral instrument!"
Fujii Itsuki kept smiling, "What's the reason?"
"The reason is simple. I love music and I admire you even more. I joined the wind band because I want to try my best to follow in your footsteps!"
Fujii Itsuki was not too surprised by Jiuhuayue's words.
As she said, the child is particularly fond of music.
I have been in contact with her for many days, and she must have been curious and looked up her identity as the concertmaster of the orchestra during her college years on the Internet.
But
It’s really hard to evaluate Yatou’s goal.
Fujii Itsuki did not immediately agree to her words.
His body swayed with the car, and he looked out the window at the snow-covered streets of Otaru. After a short while, Fujii Itsuki spoke:
"Jiuhua has a good idea and a firm goal. It is understandable that you fall in love with orchestral music because of your admiration for a person, but in fact, it is not enough to learn orchestral music just because of the influence of others. Jiuhua, do you love others or do you love yourself who is cared about by others? I hope you can tell the difference."
Love others, or love yourself who is cared for by others?
Know the difference?
Jiuhuayue didn't quite understand what the uncle said.
"How about this, when you get to school, come to my office first. I have something to tell you."
Faculty Office of Orange North Private College.
Jiuhuayue followed Fujii Itsuki all the way to his work station.
At that time, there were still two teachers in the office.
Jiu Huayue quickly asked the question, "Teacher Fujii, are you questioning the choice I made just now? I have the confidence to persevere and continue learning."
"It's not questioning your confidence."
Fujii Itsuki faced the tall girl in front of him and said slowly:
"Let me tell you a story about a girl who has always liked and admired a boy."
"Yeah." Jiuhuayue was listening carefully.
"Both of them are in their twenties, and they were classmates from the same school. After graduation, they were assigned to work at different levels. The boy is a lawyer, young, promising and smart. The girl is a supermarket employee, ordinary, but the salary is acceptable in a big city.
"One day more than a decade later, the boy suddenly fell seriously ill. He lost his health and his job. His friends and colleagues were afraid of being implicated by him and kept away from him.
"When the girl heard the news, she, who loved the boy, spent almost all her savings of more than ten years to treat him. She almost gave everything for him. But she was afraid that the boy would know that it was the money she gave her, so she chose to donate anonymously."
"Strange," Jiu Huayue wondered, "Why would the girl be afraid that the boy would know that it was she who helped him? Didn't she always like the boy very much?"