Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

After Honmaru had a pleasant dinner with everyone, Haru Miura went back to the castle tower. She hadn't read the notes she had dragged for a week, and she hadn't written homework for a week. She felt a headache just thinking about it.

Hasebe took care of her from the very beginning when she came to Honmaru, and the bedroom belonging to her in the castle tower was also dutifully arranged by Dao in the way young girls like: sky blue floral wall covering, white wardrobe Table and chair set, European-style princess hammock, cute yellow hyaluronic duck carpet, plus a pile of strange dolls on the bedside, and various cosmetics with pink and tender appearance on the dressing table, this is a very A room that a spoiled girl should have.

At this time, Miura Haru was feeling a headache from the exercise book on the desk. Although her grades were not bad, it did not mean that she liked doing homework. On the contrary, she had hoped that she could use this practice to avoid homework. too much.

The teacher is always the one who understands the students best.

You bully will always be your bully.

"Ah... so sad."

It took two hours to finally complete half of the homework, and the clock pointed to ten o'clock. The girl finally couldn't bear the boring homework, abandoned the exercise book and notes, put her head on the table, and narrowed her eyes into two straight lines. Mouth toot:

"Hmm...why is there such a nasty thing as homework in the world? Hey, why can't we just take the exam and not do the homework..."

Turning his head to one side, he opened his eyes lightly, and Haru Miura saw the folder from Ichiro Tanaka.

Speaking of which, she remembered that Yumi had said that the story of Mr. Tanaka had been written halfway.Thinking of this, she sat up straight, moved the homework and textbooks aside, took out the thick manuscript paper from the file bag and began to read.

'That pitiful and cute duckling, Yaxier, she adores Prince Mutt, whenever he dances, his elegant and pale dancing posture can always firmly attract her eyes.

How many times, little duck, Yaxier, wanted to go up to say hello to her prince softly, but during the journey she walked towards him, she could see that the most elegant female dancer, Luer They had already danced towards the prince. They saluted each other and danced a wonderful pas de deux. The beautiful music was scattered around like a background board for their tacit dance steps.Start, spin, back up, jump...

They are like intertwined swans. Under the envious eyes of the ducklings, the graceful dance steps seem to be the steps of love blessed by Artemis and Cupid. It is beautiful and charming, but it is also like a knife. Yaxier's heart was drawn one after another.

"What a match they are!"

Yaxier thought of this:

"He is a prince and she is a princess. They should be together. In all fairy tales, the prince and the princess go hand in hand, but I am just an insignificant little character who is watching."

However, the instigator of everything, Tomomasia, never let the story get rid of his setting. He stood behind the gears and brought all the set plots to the town.

"My Yaxier, you are also a princess, don't forget, the ugly duckling has become a white swan, and you will also change from a duckling to a swan princess, and then you will have A new name, that is, Princess Hagi Hagi."

"Am I a princess too?"

Ya Xi'er heard this voice, she raised her head and looked around, but there was only the whisper of the wind and the murmur of the trees.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the sky turned into pitch black. Many, many crows flew over the small town. They shouted and fluttered their wings, and the whole sky was dyed black.

"The Crow King is here! Yaxier! Hurry up! Become Princess Hagihagi and protect your Prince Mutt!"

Toromasia reached out and tapped the gear, and the image of the duck girl reflected in the middle of the gear was suddenly engulfed by the light, and then there was the swan princess in a white dance skirt and a small crown on her head.

"That's right, you are Princess Hagi Hagi now."

The great storyteller watched all this with a smile behind the gear, and almost danced with joy. He found another gear, and saw the image in the middle of the gear. It was the big devil crow that tempted many people to volunteer their hearts for him.

The only salvation is Princess Hagi Hagi.

"Go, Princess Hagi Hagi! Protect the town, and your sad prince!"

With a big wave of his hand, Toromasia laughed wildly, watching Princess Hagigi dance gracefully and rescued many people from the temptation of crows, and also saw Prince Mutt's paleness that never changed when he looked at Princess Hagihagi For the first time, something that could be called light radiated from the godless eyes.

"Are you... my princess?"

The prince looked at the pure white swan, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her pure white feathers.

Lu'er is long gone, she may have left, or she may be sad, but the prince will not see all this, because his eyes are only full of the white swan princess at this moment.

Ya Xi'er, the girl who appeared in front of the prince in the form of Princess Hagi Hagi, stared blankly at the hand stretched out in front of her, and after a while, gently reached for it.

Even if it's just for a second, she wants to have this nihilistic joy quietly.

"That's right, that's the story!"

Toromasia laughed, then began to mutter again, thinking:

"With princes and princesses, there should be knights!"

"Knight Fakia, dedicate your spirit and strength to this beautiful and tragic story of mine."

Laughing, he watched as a silhouette slowly emerged among the gears above: a handsome, determined-eyed, friend of the prince's, Fakia. '

Miura Haru closed the manuscript paper, immersed in the story for a long time without recalling it.

She was completely drawn into this peculiar story, enjoyed it, and felt pity.

"Mr. Tanaka seems determined not to publish this story. It's a pity. If it is published, it will definitely win an award."

The witch reluctantly put the manuscript paper back into the file bag, then picked up her newly bought novel, and was about to read a chapter before going to bed.

In the afternoon of the second day, Haru Miura packed up all the textbooks and homework and planned to go home, but before she left, she remembered that she also bought some gifts from Yokohama for the Sawada family, so she could stop by before returning to her home A trip to Sawada's house, in addition to giving gifts, you can also visit Rambo and Futa.

Haru Miura is quite familiar with Sawada's house, and she can walk there without using navigation, so when she stood at the door of Sawada's house, she realized that she forgot to send a message to tell Sawada Tsunayoshi that she was going to come. trip decision.

"Ding dong."

She rang the doorbell, and first heard some noisy sounds inside, then the sound of pinging and bang, and then the sound of something rolling down the stairs, which made her head full of question marks.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long before the door was opened, and Tsunayoshi Sawada appeared behind the door wearing a light-colored home clothes. When he saw Haru Miura, he rarely showed a surprised expression that he hadn't seen for a long time:

"Xiaochun? Why are you here?"

He really didn't expect Miura Haru to come at this time. Although he knew through Tsurumaru Kuninaga that Miura had returned from his training, he considered that she needed to rest, so he didn't go to Honmaru to see her. Anyway, starting tomorrow, he can be here every day The school has met, so he can still wait for this little time.

It's just that I never expected that Miura Haru would come to the door at this time...

Thinking of what is going on at home now, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt a little embarrassed.

"I went to Yokohama to buy a lot of things yesterday, and I also brought gifts for you, Tsuna-kun. I just came home today, so I just brought them here first. Huh? What's wrong? Is it the wrong time for me to appear? Tsunade-kun, your face It's kind of weird."

Miura Haru lifted up the big gift bag in his hand to show it, and explained his purpose of coming. After finishing, he saw Sawada Tsunayoshi's smile was a little embarrassed. Then she remembered that she was an uninvited guest, so she apologized haha:

"I'm really sorry for raiding your house, Mr. Gang. I was in a hurry when I came, so I forgot to send you a message. If you are inconvenient now, I will give you the things and leave immediately."

"of course not!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi mentioned Harun Miura's words "going right away", and immediately expressed categorically that it is very convenient. It is convenient for Harun Miura to come anytime. He reached out to take the things in Harun Miura's hand and turned sideways to let her in. Then he explained:

"Lan Bo's [-]-year rocket launcher seems to be malfunctioning. He just wanted to find tools to fix it, but he found too many things, and some of them were very strange, making the house a bit of a mess. Don't mind Xiaochun..."

Miura Haru immediately shook his head when he heard it:

"That's the way it is, I don't mind."

Lanbo's hair is exactly the same as Doraemon's treasure chest, everything can be taken out of it, like a different-dimensional pocket, Haru Miura is not surprised at all that the things taken out of it can mess up the Sawada family.

Sawada Tsunayoshi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something when he heard Lanbo shout:

"Xiaochun be careful!"

As soon as his eyes flickered, he saw a purple cylindrical object flying towards Haru Miura in front of him. It was a ten-year rocket launcher!

He was taken aback, and subconsciously pushed away the girl beside him. Suddenly, he was hit by a ten-year rocket.

"Mr. Gang!"

Haru Miura shouted nervously, but after a puff of smoke passed, a figure gradually appeared. After the smoke dissipated, Harun Miura saw a young man standing there, his face was like a more mature Tsunayoshi Sawada, his stature He has also grown taller, with a tall and straight figure, wearing a black high-end suit, and his facial features are more three-dimensional and handsome, but his hair is still as fluffy as now.

He seemed to have changed nothing, the only thing that was different was his eyes.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the look in Miura Haru's eyes was colder than she had ever seen before, like stagnant water, even the smile he used to hang on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and his lips were tightly pursed , The whole facial expression is very indifferent.

The ten-year bazooka is a unique secret weapon of Lanbo's original family. The person who is hit will exchange with himself ten years later for 5 minutes, and it will automatically change back when the time is up.

Haru Miura stared blankly at this Tsunayoshi Sawada ten years later, and thought of a ten-year bazooka, that is to say... this indifferent Tsuna-kun will look like ten years later?

It's really cold.

Not only did she think so.

However, it was only a few seconds, when the young man realized the current situation, he fixed his eyes on Haru Miura, and when he saw the girl's grape-colored eyes, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth also raised , like winter snow melting, spring flowers blooming.

"It's my wife."

When he spoke, his voice was gentle and magnetic, and Haru Miura's ears felt numb when he heard it.

"What... what?"

The girl was stunned, a little unsure of the words she had just heard, she pointed to her face, and asked Tsuna Ji ten years later:

"What did you call me just now?"

The young Pengo Lie smiled. He walked into Miura Haru, stretched out his hand and gently embraced her, then lowered his head close to her ear, and said softly again:

"I said... so it's my wife, my wife from ten years ago."

"..."

Miura Haru was at a loss by this sudden hug, her face was flushed hot, and most importantly, she could hear clearly the word that Tsunayoshi Sawada said, Mrs.

Suddenly feel a little shy.

She wanted to cover her face, and then wanted to break free from his embrace, however, Sawada Tsunayoshi still hugged her and didn't give her a chance to leave. He sighed softly, and reached out to caress the top of her head:

"Madam, can I give you a hug? Just 5 minutes, please let me give you a good hug."

Miura Haru suddenly stopped struggling. For some reason, she felt that the tone of this sentence was tinged with sadness.

So she didn't struggle any more, and she didn't speak any more.

The young man hugged her, stroked her hair one by one, his slender fingertips ran through her hair, charming and nostalgic.

Five minutes passed quickly. In the last 5 seconds, the young man let go of her. He looked at her, smiled, a little sadly, and then opened his lips and teeth:

"Ma'am, I'm waiting for you in the future. So, can you please always like me?"

In the last five seconds, he lowered his head and gently touched her cheek:

"Madam, I have always, always liked you."

"I will always love you."

When the time was up, a puff of smoke appeared, and the boy Sawada Tsunayoshi came back, but before Miura Haru could say anything, the boy with his head down rushed forward and hugged her very tightly.

"Mr. Gang?"

Miura Haru called him softly, but she suddenly felt some moisture on her shoulders, and then, there was the sound of the boy sobbing softly.

Tsuna-kun...he's crying...

Ten years later, what happened?

The young Pengo Lie returned to his time. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was Lei Shou, the 19-year-old Lan Bo who was looking at him worriedly.The boy back then had grown up. He looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada carefully, and asked softly:

"Boss? Are you okay?"

A soft voice answered him:

"Well, I see my wife."

The young Peng Gelie stretched out his hand and put a photo on the desktop into a drawer. On the back of the frame where the photo was placed, "My Wife Miura Haru" was written, but the person in that photo was clearly still a young girl.

"Let's go, it's time to negotiate."

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up and resumed the appearance of the frightening leader Vongola.

Lan Bo followed behind him, step by step.The young Pengo Lie was walking, suddenly stopped, and asked:

"What is the name of the leader of Hong Kong and Black that you mentioned earlier? I forgot."

Lambert paused, bowed his head and replied respectfully:

"Boss, today's negotiating partner, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, is Mr. Osamu Dazai."

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'Simona, do you love the sound of footsteps on the leaves?

Come: we shall once be poor dead leaves,

Come: the night has come, and the wind has carried us away. '

—Excerpt from "Dead Leaf" by Gurmont