Chapter 217 If you don’t do it, it will be too late~~
Fujii Itsuki picked up the note on the dining table.

[You can have dinner by yourself. I'm going to bed.]
The handwriting on the note was neat and beautiful, and it was obvious that Jiu Huayue had written it. Looking up at the small dishes on the table, Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but chuckle.

In the past, Jiu Huayue always waited for him to come home before having dinner together, but today, it was not even seven o'clock and he was gone.

That kid Xiao Jiuhua, is she angry?
Fujii Itsuki guessed in his heart, with a hint of helplessness and pampering, and sat down to start eating.

The potato shreds she cooked that I taught her were okay this time, but her knife skills were poor, so the thickness of the potato shreds were uneven, with some pieces larger than others.

The vegetable and egg soup is good and refreshing.

The only "disaster scene" was the plate of fried shredded pork, which had too much salt.

Fujii Itsuki ate slowly, taking a bite of food and a mouthful of rice. As he ate, he thought that Jiuhuayue was such an adorable little girl in such an awkward way that he couldn't help but chuckle.

After finishing his meal and washing the dishes, Fujii Itsuki suddenly felt like playing the saxophone and walked to the small pavilion in the yard and sat down.

Let’s listen to a leisurely song - George Michael’s "Careless Whisper".

He held the reed skillfully, and with the control of his abdominal strength, a melodious saxophone melody flowed out softly. The notes lightly drew graceful lines in the night sky, and the music radiated outward, leisurely and emotional.

George Michael's melodies have always been uniquely gentle, with rhythms that are close yet distant.

Music is emotional.

Fujii Itsuki firmly believes this

Halfway through the performance, he suddenly stopped, looked up and smiled in the direction of the second-floor window.

Jiuhuayue, who was sitting by the window and was secretly looking at him, immediately shrank back in shyness when she saw what was happening.

Fujii Itsuki originally wanted to call it a day and had no intention of continuing to play, but at this moment his cell phone rang. It was a message from Jiuhuayue.

[Why don't you continue playing?]
"There are no audiences." Fujii Itsuki put down the saxophone and typed a reply.

Be quiet for two seconds and the message will soon show as read.

[Am I not?]
Fujii Itsuki turned on the camera function, raised his phone to the second-floor window, and took a picture.

He took a picture of the window and sent it to her, then typed:
"Is there any?"

As expected, as soon as the message was sent, Jiu Huayue appeared at the window again. She seemed to be mumbling something, her cheeks slightly puffed, holding a mobile phone in her hand, the light of the screen reflected on her face.

The next second, Fujii Itsuki's phone rang again:

[Okay, I'm here, I'll just sit here and listen.]
He looked at Jiuhuayue by the window and lowered his head to type: "Since you want to listen, why don't you come down? Isn't it better to sit next to me?"

[No, you will definitely kiss me suddenly like you did this afternoon.] Jiuhuayue by the window also lowered her head to type.

"will not."

[I do not believe. ]
"If you don't believe me, then don't believe me. If you don't come down, I'll go back to take a shower and go to bed."

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Fujii Itsuki looked up again. Although it was late at night, he could still clearly see Jiuhuayue's sulky expression against the backdrop of the mobile phone screen.

I have to say, Jiuhuayue looks best when she is angry.

Especially the kind of temperament that is a bit cold and keeps strangers away.

"what happened?"

[Uncle, you still dare to ask? You don’t even have the sincerity to apologize.]
"Xiao Jiuhua, didn't you forcefully kiss me before?"

"It's not like I'm in a dangerous place like school, and it's so sudden."

"Of course not, I was so scared when you kissed me forcefully."

"."

"Xiaoyue, can't you come down?"

[No, I won’t do it even if you kill me. I won’t be threatened by you.]
"Okay then." Fujii Itsuki began to pack up his saxophone and prepared to go back to the house.

The cell phone rang twice in succession, but he ignored it, picked up the violin case and continued walking back.

Suddenly, Jiu Huayue's voice came from the window: "Uncle, you——! You wait!"

Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but laugh, and when he looked up again, Jiuhuayue had disappeared.

Not long after, she ran downstairs angrily.

"You won't come down even if you kill me, right?" Fujii Itsuki teased.

"I came down just to accompany you to enjoy the cold night breeze!" Jiuhuayue said stubbornly.

"That's a poor excuse of yours."

“Talent is not an excuse”

Fujii Itsuki understood her thoughts.

After Jiu Huayue sat in the pavilion, he honestly opened the case and took out the saxophone again. Seeing her stubborn but expectant look, he took the initiative to ask, "What do you want to listen to?"

Jiuhuayue saw his appearance reflected in her eyes and murmured:
".Uncle, the one you just played."

"'Careless Whisper'?"

"Ah."

Fujii Itsuki didn't say anything, but just sat down opposite her, positioned the saxophone, and started playing again in front of her.

The melody is melodious.

The notes soothe the night breeze at the end of summer.

The gentle melody is just like the name of this song. It seems that the words and thoughts that have never been spoken can be expressed to each other through pleasant music.

Jiuhuayue sat quietly aside, hugging her knees with her hands, watching Fujii Itsuki's performance intently.

She pursed her lips slightly, as if she was still mumbling about her previous temper, but her heart had already relaxed in the music. In the music, those subtle emotions gradually dissolved, and it seemed that even she herself did not realize that the knot in her heart gradually loosened.

Fujii Itsuki occasionally glanced up at her, secretly thinking that this little girl was really cute in her own awkward way.

Every time I clearly care, I always say one thing and mean another.

This situation is actually not very good, but no one has ever been tolerant of Xiao Jiuhua in her life, so he hopes that he can bring her gentleness and tolerance like this song.

As the last note slowly faded away, Fujii Itsuki stopped playing, exhaled lightly, and placed the saxophone on his knees. He looked at Jiuhuayue with a smile:

"How's it going? Are you satisfied?"

Jiuhuayue turned her head slightly, her cheeks reddened, "I'm not angry with you anymore."

"Actually, you're not really mad at me, Xiao Jiuhua."

"Is there any?"

"Why else would you remember to make me a dinner? And even prepare a bowl for me."

"I've said it before." Jiu Huayue still looked down, hugged her knees with her hands covering half of her face, and said in a low voice, "I now regard you as a family member."

"Family members?" Fujii Itsuki was a little surprised.

"What else?" She muttered softly, with a hint of stubbornness in her tone.

Family.
Family.
Fujii Itsuki felt quite touched by this word.

Under what circumstances can a girl call you a family member?

"My family."

He repeated softly while looking at Xiao Jiuhua's awkward look. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart whether Xiao Jiuhua said this because she lacked the love of her family so much that she wanted to start a family with him.

Although she usually tries to appear strong, at this moment her eyes reveal a hint of uneasiness and anticipation.

This child is actually more fragile than I thought.

Her usual stubbornness is just a way for her to cover up the anxiety and loneliness deep in her heart.

For her, the word "family" may contain too many expectations and grievances.

"The song that uncle just played was very nice."

"This is a song I played just for you, Xiao Jiu Hua Yue."

".seriously?"

"I've only ever played solo in front of you anyway."

Jiu Huayue's cheeks flushed slightly, but she was still pretending to be strong: "Uncle, you really dare to say that."

In fact, her heart had already been touched by these words. The feeling of being treated specially was like a warm light that went straight into her heart.

She had never truly experienced the feeling of being cared for wholeheartedly like this, so at this moment, she was both uneasy and reluctant to leave this warm moment.

Is the uncle really good to you?
A piece of music played just for myself.

Just listening to it makes me feel warm in my heart.

Jiuhuayue suddenly let go of the legs she was hugging.

".I agree."

"agreed?"

"You said in the afternoon that you wanted me to be the heroine."

"Xiao Yue, didn't I tell you not to force yourself?"

"I'm not being forced. I want to agree to it." She paused, as if trying to organize her words. "This, this is completely different."

"Even if you don't know what script I'm preparing?"

"I believe in uncle."

Xiaoyue, ah, Xiaoyue.

Do you know that as soon as you say this, if it were in the game, the hearts on your head representing your favorability would almost be full?
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Didn't you say you wouldn't believe me more than ten minutes ago?"

Jiu Huayue blushed and was speechless, "I... that was..."

cute.

So cute.

Fujii Itsuki sat down next to her. As soon as he got close to her, Jiuhuayue realized that he had said those words on purpose. He just wanted to tease her.

Tease yourself and make yourself happy!
"You! You're so annoying!"

Fujii Shu quickly reached out to hug her shoulders and coaxed her, "It's just a joke, just a joke, of course I know whether you believe me or not, Xiao Jiuhua."

"Humph"

When Fujii Itsuki saw her turning her cheek away, he couldn't help but kiss her.

“You—! Hate, hate, hate, hate!”

The girl struggled in his arms, hitting his chest with her clenched fists, trying to hide her shyness.

But the more Jiuhuayue resisted, the more Fujii Itsuki thought she was adorable when she concealed her shyness, and the more he wanted to kiss her.

Finally, when she clenched her fist to hit herself, I grabbed her wrist and kissed her on the lips.

"you--"

Seeing that she wanted to speak more, Fujii Itsuki blocked her mouth with his own.

I also used the kissing techniques I learned from Xinchun.

You know what, it’s really useful.

Jiuhuayue's strength to resist began to become smaller and weaker.

Fujii Itsuki could feel that her initial "resistance" gradually turned into "reluctant to accept". Later, she even closed her eyes and chose to accept this reality, leaving only "acceptance".

There is also a hint of "enjoyment" in it.

Fujii Itsuki kissed her enough before they separated. He only saw the girl in his arms, who was pouting coquettishly, with a rosy and sweet face, and seemed to be feeling a little unsatisfied.

"what happened?"

"What do you think?" the girl immediately asked back with a frown.

Fujii Itsuki recognized this expression and this tone.

It means "not satisfied yet".

"Xiaoyue, what do you say we should do?"

".Uncle, do you listen to me?"

"It will be all right."

"That"

Jiu Huayue bent her long legs backward, then bent down and untied the laces on her black round-toed leather shoes, revealing her small ankles under her white stockings.

She waved the little leather shoes in front of Fujii Itsuki's sight, and then placed them neatly under the bench.

Then she lifted her legs, pointed her toes forward, and slid them under his palms.

"Help me take it off."

"."

Still in an imperative tone.

“Is this role playing?”

"Don't want to play?"

Xiaoyue, you really are.

Jiuhuayue put on her shoes and went back to take a shower, while Fujii Itsuki began to pack his clothes and saxophone.

In fact, after calming down, you will just feel that Jiuhuayue just has a youthful girlish feeling.

There's nothing else.

He packed up and went back to his room.

But he didn't notice that there was a Mrs. Jiuhua standing next to the big iron gate of Jiuhua's yard.

She watched Fujii Itsuki walk into Kuka's house until he disappeared.

Jiuhuayue came out of the shower and was about to go upstairs when she found that her mother had returned from paying homage to the ancestors.

"Just finished taking a shower?" Mrs. Jiuhua asked with a smile.

"Well, there's some food in the refrigerator. Do you want me to heat it up for you?" the girl asked while tying her hair.

"It's good that Xiaoyue has this intention."

"How about ancestor worship?"

"What can I do? Your father is in Tokyo and can't come back. Your grandfather might as well spend the money for ancestral worship on drinking. I have no choice but to go back and visit the ancestors of the Jiuhua family on their behalf."

Jiuhuayue was inexplicably silent.

“Can such a family be revived?”

"Maybe, but these days, as long as you have money, everything is easy."

Mrs. Jiuhua set her eyes on her daughter. She looked her over and her smile widened. "How are Xiaoyue and Shu getting along?"

".A-Ashu?"

"The dean and I are good friends, and I met this child Shu several times when he was a child."

"All right."

"So, what's the answer?"

“.Nothing.” Jiuhuayue turned her face away.

"Was it you, Xiaoyue, who took the initiative today, or was it him?"

"What today?" Jiuhuayue asked.

"Just now in the pavilion, you two—"

"No! Don't say it!"

Jiuhuayue was anxious, extremely anxious.

"What's the big deal? Your mother is not a little girl who knows nothing. She is an experienced person."

"Mother, what do you know? Anyway, you are not allowed to mention it!"

Mrs. Jiuhua looked worried. "It's not that mother wants to expose your shame on purpose, but if I don't remind you again, do you still want to live your own life from now on?"

"What's the meaning."

Mrs. Jiuhua sighed, "Xiaoyue, the Matsumae family is indeed interested in the child Ashu."

".Is what Xinchun said true?"

"I guess so, it's just that Shu hasn't agreed to it yet. But Xiaoyue, you have to understand that if the Matsumae family wants Shu and Xinchun to get along, they have plenty of ways to do it. You and Xinchun were arguing a while ago, but even if you can win the argument with her, can you win over the Matsumae family?"

Jiu Huayue hesitated for a while and opened her mouth, "What should we do then?"

"Put your ear closer." Mrs. Jiuhua whispered.

Jiuhuayue leaned over to listen doubtfully.

"W-what? N-No!"

"Are you still shy?"

"Really not, it's too early! And mother, how could you. How could you say such things to me?" Jiu Huayue was angry and ashamed.

Mrs. Jiuhua's expression was the same as usual. "There is no need to be ashamed. Mom, I didn't marry into the Jiuhua family as a child bride. When Mom was your age, she was already thinking about getting pregnant."

"."Jiuhuayue had nothing to say.

"Mom doesn't want to say anything more or explain anything more. I can only tell you, Xiaoyue. If you still think it's too early, I'm afraid it's too late."

Mrs. Jiuhua shook her head, then picked up her handbag and went upstairs.

Only Jiuhuayue was left there alone with a confused mind.

If we don't do that, will it really be too late?

(End of this chapter)