"How could the kimono his youngest daughter wore when she got married be preserved until now?"
"The real thing has long been destroyed."
The old man shook his head:
"Every 50 years, our Kyogoku family will weave the same twelve-piece kimono."
“This twelve-piece piece is already the 41st finished product, which is of great significance.”
As he spoke, the old man glanced at Miss Miyano and asked:
"Are you married?"
"ah..."
With a blush on her face, Miss Miyano denied:
"No..."
"If you're not married..."
The old man walked to the middle furisode kimono on the right, stroking it gently with his fingers, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes:
"Then wear this one."
"This is the furisode I wove for my wife when I was young. It is suitable for unmarried young women to wear."
"Let's just forget it..."
Like a frightened rabbit, Miss Miyano took a half step back:
"This kimono means so much to you, I..."
"Before she passed away, she once said..."
The old man smiled and said:
"Although there are hundreds of kimonos at home, this is her favorite one."
"if you can..."
"I want to take another look at it, how it looks when worn by someone."
Miss Miyano, somewhat confused, looked at Sakaki Makoto.
Sakaki Makoto smiled:
"Since the old man has said so, Xiao Ai, you can try it on."
"...All right."
Seeing that she agreed, the old man pointed to the dressing table in the corner and said:
"Sit down, I'll fix your hair."
Miss Miyano walked to the dressing table and sat down. The old man took out a comb, straightened his back, and his expression became serious.
This moment...
He seemed to have returned to the past, when he personally helped his childhood sweetheart to put her hair into a bun.
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