Mi Xia [Net King]

In the summer when Hirano Bixiang was 18 years old, one evening, she came home as usual.

A residential area on the edge of Hakone Town.Although it is built in modern times, considering the overall appearance of Hakone as a "National Park", the unique design also has a strong Japanese style.

She walked through the exquisite and flat stone pavement, and the wooden fence on the side of the road was covered with pink wild roses, lush and delicate, and bees and butterflies were always there.The last afterglow of the setting sun disappears from the tip of the umbrella, and half the sky is covered in red by the remnant clouds. The summer dusk is always long and peaceful.

She stopped, greeted each other with the aunt next door who was going to pick up her son from the cram school, put away the parasol, took out the key to unlock the iron lock on the gate of the courtyard wall with rusty iron fence, and stepped inside for the first time. There was a slight pause when taking a step.

Maybe it's because there was only one person living alone a long time ago, Hirano Bixiang is too sensitive to subtle changes in the surrounding environment, not to mention, this is the home she has never left since she was born, and she is as familiar with it as she is with herself— —Besides, this is another person's breathing and heartbeat so clearly.

There was a faint scent of blood in the soft wind, and the breathing seemed to be suppressed desperately, but it still revealed a slightly painful rush, very close to her.After carefully discerning the smell in the air, I smelled some undetectable milk fragrance, the breath was panic and weak, but there was no malice.

Even so, Hirano Bixiang put down her hand without a trace, grabbed the pocket-sized anti-wolf spray in her pocket, and then pushed the door that looked like a fence and walked in, using the door to separate the breath from herself. Layers of obstacles, and then, at a glance, I saw the corner of the clothes huddled under the hibiscus bushes by the wall.

Going up along the corner of the clothes, you are facing a pair of dark blue and clear eyes behind the scattered branches.The child curled up tightly, his body was still trembling silently, his clothes were stained with blood, bloodstains were faintly hanging on his delicate face, there was no expression on his face, not even an expression of pain, but those beautiful eyes were too silent , so quiet that he couldn't hide the emotions that were naturally revealed, and he was vaguely guarded and fearful.

Hirano Bixiang looked at him for just a moment, and saw the child suddenly pursed his lips tightly, shrinking back as if seeing something terrible, and the breath revealed by the whole person seemed to be frightened and stood upright. Hedgehog with prickles.

The bushes made a crackling sound, and the injured little beast instinctively used all the power it had, looking for a way to escape, but its claws were already exposed, ready to fight to the death as soon as the enemy made a move.

So she didn't make any movements, just stood there silently holding the door for a long while, until the child was tired of guarding and gradually relaxed, even showing a little doubt.

Hirano Bixiang finally took a few steps forward, but instead of closing the door, she pulled it to the maximum.An insecure child is most taboo to be in a closed environment. Only by giving him a harmless illusion that he can lead to freedom at any time can he calm down.When he turned around, the child backed away vigilantly.

She sighed softly in her heart, bent down, looked at him with her head tilted, and asked softly, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

The voice was gentle and quiet, very light and soft, just like the slight trembling of the leaf tips when the wind passed by the branches, and the quiet and light ripples when it passed by the water surface, it was so beautiful that it reminded people of misty clouds.

But even so, it still couldn't dispel the vigilance of all trees and trees.Those dark blue eyes, like Xia Ye's deep sky, are still covered with dead ice, but the expression on his face shows some signs of cracking. She captures the subtle doubts and surprises unintentionally revealed, but she also feels that to get The child's trust was not easy.

He is very strong, and at his age, with such a distressed appearance, he can maintain such calmness in an obviously unfamiliar environment, which can be said to be rational.But it is this kind of blind and fearful rationality that makes him instinctively guard against everything around him, so that he can't tell the difference between good intentions and malicious intentions.

Hirano Bixiang waited patiently, trying not to make any actions that would misunderstand him as intending to hurt him.Seeing him pursing his lips tightly and not making any sound, she thought for a while, and then said: "My name is Hirano Bixiang, Hirano, Bixiang." Her tone was natural and calm, without any cautiousness, as if she was just speaking equally and normally. Communicating, "This is my home. I think I should have a right to know why a little gentleman should land on my garden from the sky."

The door was closed, and with the difference in elevation between the wall and him, it was impossible to climb the wall and get in.So... appeared out of thin air?

Although the child looked embarrassed, he was very good-looking, with almost perfect facial features and facial lines. Only with this outline, he could already predict how handsome he would be in the future.The mud and blood stains ruined the clothing, but it could not conceal the noble temperament at all. It was even obvious at a glance that the clothing was exquisite and high-end. From top to bottom, from inside to outside, no matter how you look at it, it should be a child of a rich family.

If her imagination is correct, which family's child should be kidnapped... just escaped by herself?But why did it fall in her yard?There is no trace of the lock being touched, and the iron fence is not something ordinary people can climb up.

And for some reason... Looking at that child, she always felt inexplicably familiar.

Perhaps Shi Yu's kindness was accepted, this time, Hirano Bixiang didn't wait long.She saw the child's lips relax slightly and squirm, and heard a low trembling voice: "I don't know."

Hirano Bixiang paused, hesitated slightly: "I think you are safe now, can you tell me your name, and... address? Maybe I can take you home?"

He stared straight at her, and pursed his lips tightly, revealing his guarded emotions invisibly.

The gaze lasted for a long time. "Well, if you have nowhere to go now," she smiled helplessly, her brows and eyes softly opened, "As the master, I have the honor to invite you to take a bath at home, have a dinner, and by the way... treat the wound? "

This smile is so beautiful, he was in a trance for a moment, his eyes suddenly became round again, staring at her movement vigilantly, seeing that she just stretched out her hand to him, still bent over and looking at him with a smile, the tense expression gradually loosened He got up, hesitated for a while, and a kind of all-or-nothing determination slowly emerged from the bottom of his eyes.

He cautiously came out from under the bushes, staggered a little, looked at her again, and then handed her his hand seriously.

"It's not my blood." He said softly, almost whispering, "I'm not hurt."

Hirano Bixiang was stunned, and the palm slipped into a delicate and flexible little hand, with traces of mud, and lightly touched her hand, but it was as if she was about to retract and run away.She paused for a moment, smiled again, gathered her fingers to hold his hand, and seeing that he didn't react too aggressively, she turned around and closed the door, and slowly led her towards the house.

If she met him in another place, maybe she would just walk by without even looking at him.

It's not that she doesn't have compassion or is too indifferent, she is just used to being alone, she has always been alone, there is nothing but herself, and the world of others is always too far away from her, too far away.

Can treat people with gentleness and politeness, but the true emotions are always hidden under the soft shell.Some emotions, once they are not needed, will be frozen and lost.Courteous manners are not tenderness, real tenderness is the warmth hidden under the deep protection that can only be discovered by cutting open the chest and cutting out the heart.

But he appeared in her home, he broke into her private area, into a place she carefully concealed from anyone to see.

She couldn't shut him out or leave him alone, not to mention that he was asking for her help in such a posture—even if he didn't ask her, even if he instinctively refused the help at first.

The rosy sunset glow finally disappeared in the sky, the dry heat of summer was evaporated to nothing, the cool evening wind hovered over the branches, and the night began to erode the whole world at an extremely slow speed.

For the 18-year-old Hirano Bixiang, this encounter was sudden and unexpected, but it was just the long ripples caused by the stones thrown into the still water.

For 7-year-old Atobe Keigo, he witnessed a miracle with his own eyes.