Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 817 - 485: The Feeling of Holding Hands (2)
The two of them walked down the stairs and corridors together, heading towards the school gate along the path on the right of the teaching building.
The sides of the path were lush with beech trees and shrubs, with spots of light falling through the gaps in the leaves.
When the wind blew, a rustling sound accompanied by dappled shadows made the entire ground look as if it were a transparent shade of green.
Hanamaru Hanabi stood beneath such green shadows, with light and emerald reflections dancing on her shoulders, while one side of her face was illuminated brightly by the sunlight. As she moved, the interplay of light and shadow flickered across her face and the strands of hair near her ears, reflecting every inch of her skin, her snowy neck and side face, as fresh and beautiful.
Uesugi Sakura watched the beautiful young girl wearing a beret with her hair fluttering in the wind.
She walked calmly, each step was of the same distance, not too much, not too little, just right.
The hem of her skirt swayed slightly, and she held her handbag in front of her with slender white fingers, delicately clasped, partially hidden by her sleeves, revealing faintly pink nails that projected a cute and youthful vibe.
The bow on her chest, the knitted sweater inside, and the light coat outside seemed to carve out her beauty.
Uesugi Sakura listened to the sound of footsteps on the tiled ground, thinking to himself how he hadn’t attentively watched her like this in so long.
Hanamaru Hanabi looked more mature compared to when she was 15.
But the sense of cuteness hadn’t faded, and the transformation wasn’t that significant.
Seeing her little pink hand hidden halfway by her sleeve, a thought of wanting to hold it surfaced in Uesugi Sakura’s mind.
He wanted to hold her small hand and make her shy in front of him.
"Hanabi."
"Hmm...?"
"Don’t you think you’re so cute today?"
"Sakura-kun...you’re up to no good again." Hanamaru Hanabi slightly closed her eyelashes and narrowed her violet eyes into lines.
"No, no." Uesugi Sakura hurriedly laughed and moved a bit closer to her, "I just want to hold your hand."
"Hold hands?"
"Yes, a husband holding his wife’s hand, very tender, right?"
"Oh," Hanamaru Hanabi slightly raised her chin, looked up at the colorful shade of trees, "Then Hanabi wants to ask Sakura-kun a question."
"What question."
"Do you remember the feeling when we first held hands as lovers?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"The feeling of trying to hold hands for the first time when we started dating?" Uesugi Sakura reminisced.
"Yes, yes." Hanamaru Hanabi looked at him with anticipation in her eyes.
"I don’t remember." Uesugi Sakura turned his head, touched his chin, and smiled at her.
The smile on Hanamaru Hanabi’s face quickly disappeared.
"I’m kidding! Actually, I remember it very clearly!"
"Sakura-kun! You’re teasing Hanabi again!" Hanamaru Hanabi expressed some anger, turned her head away to face forward, refusing to look at him.
They rounded the corner at the end of the path and stepped beside a pond.
Uesugi Sakura nostalgically said, "The first time we held hands, speaking of which, I think I took the initiative, right? We almost always walked home together, went to school together, and that day as we were heading home, I watched your hand holding the shoulder bag, thinking how cute and small it looked, and inside me surged a wave of emotions that prompted my thoughts, like waves pushing me forward one after another."
Hanamaru Hanabi only sneaked a glance at him: "And then?"
"Then, that feeling kept urging me to hurry and hold your hand! You’re such a shy girl, surely you wouldn’t dare to hold it yourself. If I didn’t take the initiative, our relationship would progress who knows when!"
Upon hearing this, Hanamaru Hanabi couldn’t help but smile slightly, but she still refused to look at him and just asked in a cute voice: "And what happened next?"
"And then, of course, I secretly glanced at you, it might have been your side profile, with the sunset light falling on your shoulders, your face bathed in a thin layer of rosy glow from the light—really beautiful in my eyes. Back then, I suddenly realized that the little girl who had always been by my side could be so beautiful, beautiful enough to make me unable to take my eyes off her face."
"Sakura-kun is exaggerating!" Hanamaru Hanabi sped up her steps.
"What exaggeration is this," Uesugi Sakura pondered more seriously, "I just thought I should hold her hand, I should hold her hand, and then without realizing it, my hand approached her little hand, and with a slightly embarrassed voice, I asked, ’Hold hands?’"
Hanamaru Hanabi listened carefully.
"The girl was first tangled, then blushed, and then tentatively released the shoulder bag, extending a small and shy right hand. And at that moment, I grabbed it tightly."
"No, no!" Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly turned around to face him.
"Hm? What’s wrong?"
"Sakura-kun was clearly gently asking her to hold out her hand and also telling Hanabi to relax."
Uesugi Sakura was a bit surprised: "Little Hanabi, you remember that clearly?"
"Sakura-kun, Hanabi still remembers that day was April 10th... Sakura-kun even invited Hanabi to his home that day..."
Is it that girls remember exactly days like their first hand-holding or their first kiss?
Carefully counting, it’s been over two years, experiencing so much in between, yet she remembers so vividly.
Maybe seeing through his thoughts, Hanamaru Hanabi turned her gaze, whispering:
"Someone has to remember these days, right? If we look back now, it would also feel very happy."
"Hmm, I totally agree with that."
"So! Sakura-kun should also remember some holidays! Tomorrow, the 23rd, what holiday is it?"
"The 23rd? What holiday? I remember Christmas is next month on the 25th."
"Labor Thanksgiving Day! Tomorrow there’s a day off."
When Hanabi said this, Uesugi Sakura truly recalled, there seems to be such a holiday, every year.
It has nothing to do with International Labor Day, but is a holiday inherited from ancient Japan.
It’s basically a grand festival held by the Japanese imperial family to celebrate the harvest and pray for divine protection for a bountiful harvest the following year.
But now, talking about a grand festival is a bit much.
Apart from some small places holding certain customs, most people see it as an ordinary holiday.
The whole country gets a day off, and if it falls on Saturday or Sunday, they get three days off together.
"So how are we going to spend tomorrow?" Uesugi Sakura asked.
"Tomorrow we’re going home for a meal together, and mom also said something about going on a trip, but that hasn’t been decided yet."
"Oh, I see."
Hanamaru Hanabi’s purple eyes glanced sideways, looking quite clear and beautiful in the sunlight, she puffed up and said, "Sakura-kun won’t forget the wedding anniversary, right?"
"How could I forget, we’ve only been married for over a month, the wedding anniversary is on Hanabi-chan’s birthday."
As Uesugi Sakura said this, he suddenly realized something, "Wait, how did the topic suddenly shift to this, I was just thinking about holding Hanabi’s hand."
"Well, it’s not impossible for Sakura-kun to hold it."
"Eh? Even now it’s okay?"
"No, it isn’t!!"
Hanamaru Hanabi laughed, putting her hands behind her back, her purse following her small hands to the back of her skirt: "So you need a favorability of 70 to hold hands, this time Hanabi won’t give Sakura-kun any special privileges, no special privileges, yes! No special privileges!"
After saying this, she began walking lightly, happily advancing forward, moving ahead of Uesugi Sakura.
"Hey!" Uesugi Sakura reached out for her back.
"Sakura-kun, don’t follow me! That’s an order!" Hanamaru Hanabi called back, smiling, the beret on her short hair further accentuating her exquisite cuteness.
"Good grief."
Uesugi Sakura followed behind, looking at her back, a smile inadvertently emerged on his face.
Talking and suddenly fleeing?
If it weren’t for those beautiful, unmatched legs in white silk, Uesugi Sakura would have had to surpass her.
Now then, he’ll just leisurely follow behind the girl, watching the lively way her skirt sways up and down.
Just this is contentment enough for him.
The legs under his wife’s skirt are truly fair.
