Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Although Tsunayoshi Sawada became busy after inheriting Vongola, he still took time to visit Miura Haru at Asakusa Shrine.It was Sunday afternoon. The young Judaime and the young maiden were sitting on the corridor of Honmaru. There was a tray between them, which contained pastries and fragrant green tea. The scenery of Linxia flowers as far as the eye could see, six The weather in the month is slightly hot, so in Honmaru, Haru Miura can control the temperature with spiritual power, so the temperature at this time is suitable, neither hot nor cold.

"How is Xiaochun's recovery?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the girl in the light blue dress with worried eyes.

"Well! They are almost recovered, and the scars on the back are almost gone. The scar-removing medicine sent by Mr. Gang is really good!"

Miura Haru had the same smile on her face as usual, and then she looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi's hesitant expression, and restrained her smile, a little embarrassed:

"Don't blame yourself so much, Mr. Gang. This has nothing to do with you at all. It's just my bad luck to meet bad people."

"Although Xiaochun said so, it is still my fault in the end. Xiaochun, I did not protect you well, sorry."

Sawada Tsunayoshi still frowned. He felt that it was because he asked Miura Haru to help him go to Yokohama to investigate the news, which caused her to be exposed to the enemy's sight. According to the information searched by Pengo Lie's information search department, It turned out that the assassinations that Harun Miura encountered were not entirely aimed at Peng Gelie or Hong Kong gangsters, but were mostly aimed at Harun Miura.

He entered the inner world at the age of 14 and honed it for a long time under the teaching of Li Baoen. He was extremely sensitive to these seemingly coincidental things, and he didn't just mention them because they didn't seem to have anything to do with Pengo Lie. Subconsciously, he believed that There must be a deeper meaning behind this assassination of Haru Miura.

And all he can do is protect her at all costs.

On the other side, Miura Haru looked at the troubled face, looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi's still preoccupied expression, sighed, looked down at the snacks on the tray, picked up a stick and poked a piece of soft coconut milk jelly, and handed it to his mouth side:

"Here! Gang-jun, this coconut milk jelly is super delicious. It is the latest creation of Mr. Candlestick Cut. It is no worse than the ones made in the store!"

"..."

Sawada Tsunakichi stared blankly at the pastry in front of him. In addition to the crystal clear coconut milk jelly, there were also white green onion fingertips with neatly trimmed pink cardamom on the fingertips, just like coconut milk jelly. It also looks soft and sticky.

"Gudong——" Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was still a young boy with a calm face, couldn't help swallowing, and his face was stained crimson, not because of Miura Haru's action of feeding, but more because of …

He really wanted to bite into the fingertip of the green onion to see if it was as elastic as he imagined.

Wait... what was he thinking?How could he think of something so... erotic? !

"Huh? Gang-jun, don't you want to eat?"

When he came back to his senses, he found that Miura Harun's face was full of doubts, and his hand holding the coconut milk jelly seemed to be withdrawn, so he didn't care about it, for fear that she would withdraw her hand and open her mouth to eat the coconut milk jelly.

"good to eat."

The elastic and soft coconut milk jelly melts in the mouth. Judaime, who was a little absent-minded and didn't care about the taste of the dim sum in his mouth, couldn't help but be captured, and subconsciously uttered delicious words.

"Great, Mr. Candlestick Che must be super happy to hear that!"

Miura Haru withdrew his hand, pushed the remaining coconut milk jelly in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi, and said to him:

"Then let Gang-jun eat the remaining two pieces of coconut milk jelly, and I'll give you the lottery!"

The girl said so, and handed him the bamboo stick in her hand. Her fingertips were still green and white, and she looked delicate and warm while holding the bamboo stick, but Sawada Tsunayoshi still felt inexplicably regretful that Miura Haru would not give it to him anymore. Feed, a little pity.

And Miura Haru didn't know what was going on in his heart at all, he just turned his head to look at the scenery in the garden and was secretly happy.

After the snacks were finished, Tsunayoshi Sawada wanted to find a new topic. Seeing Miura Haru's contented expression, he wanted to find something from the other party. He looked at the girl unintentionally, and suddenly found that her hair There is a lotus flower-shaped hairpin pinned to it. The hairpin is finely crafted and made of high-quality materials. The level of exquisite workmanship is comparable to the ancient collections in the museum.

"Xiaochun's new hairpin is so pretty, must it be the work of some master?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed in admiration, thinking that he would see Miura Haru's happy expression, and maybe tell him about the origin of the hairpin, but when he looked at her, he was stunned.

The young maiden lowered her head, grabbed her knees, and did not smile as he expected. Judaimu couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if what he said just now was a stepping stone, and was anxious, and was looking for someone else. The topic got mixed up, but Miura Haru on the other end had regained his spirits, looked at him, and raised a smile:

"Gun-kun is really perceptive, yes, this is a gift from a friend in the Taisho period!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at her flawless smile, and his sensitive nerves tensed up. After a while, he also showed his usual smile, and said gently:

"Really? No wonder it looks so good."

"Because I think it looks good, I can't help but always wear it."

Haru Miura stretched out his hand to caress the hairpin with a gentle force, and it looked like he loved and cherished it very much.

In the end, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't ask anything, and started discussing next week's school activities with her lightly.

At the beginning of the night, after having dinner at Honmaru, Tsunayoshi Sawada bid farewell and walked home under the moonlight. When he was about to reach the door, an adult Li Baoen in a suit and leather shoes walked towards him. His teacher looked at him and suddenly sneered:

"If you didn't have a wooden warehouse in your hand, I thought you were going to seek revenge."

"Eh?"

The brown-haired boy froze for a moment, raised his head, and then dissipated his gloomy expression just now, and Li Baoen sneered again, turned and walked back:

"Adjust your expression management, dear Judaime."

And in the castle tower set up by God in Asakusa, Haru Miura took off the lotus hairpin from her head. After looking at it for a long time, she still didn’t understand why she subconsciously put it on every day. Obviously, this thing reminded her of the unpleasant Taisho period. However, she told her plainly that she never seriously said goodbye to her friends from the Taisho period.

She wants to... go to the Taisho period again, find those friends of hers, and say goodbye to them seriously.Whether they still remember her or not, she wants to say goodbye to them seriously and in a real sense, otherwise, she always feels that another big rock in her heart has never been let go.

However, going to the Taisho period also means...

It is very likely that she will see Tong Mo again, and now she can't guess what will happen to her if she meets Tong Mo again. The master who has always been willful, every thought and behavior of him really cannot make people people predict.

In the end how to do?

Miura Haru fell into thinking, completely forgetting that even if she used Honmaru's compass, she might not be able to travel to the Taisho period she was familiar with, nor would she be able to travel to the correct timeline.

And the only one who can guarantee Miura Haru to use the compass safely is Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who is currently arresting his stubborn former judge for humanitarian condemnation:

"You were also a child who was voluntarily conceived back then, rounding up to five is equivalent to the father of the child you voluntarily found, so you have avoided seeing him for many years, which is extremely inappropriate for a family and a child."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga had a straight face, and scolded the red-haired land god who was about to bury his head in the document.And Qiusui, who was caught by him and had to listen to him scolding her, even though she was already a god, didn't dare to put pressure on him.

She is the one who buys and sells by force, she is the one who runs with the ball, it is she who raises but does not teach, and it is she who avoids seeing.

She has no face.

"Are you listening?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga talked for a long time, but the red-haired quail did not respond. He sighed helplessly and said:

"It's not that I want to force you to do something you don't like, but Haruko is very worried about you. She doesn't know the reason why you are pregnant with Yumi, nor does she know what kind of past you and Kisuke Urahara have, even if she She wants to make you reconcile with your past self, and she doesn't know how to do it."

"..."

Qiusui finally raised his head and looked forward vainly, but still did not speak.

Seeing this, the white-haired Fu Sangshen pondered for a while, then continued:

"It's useless to escape. You have escaped for 50 years. Do you want to avoid another 50 years? I have no opinion. You are a serious god, but... have you thought about it?" Yumi? She gave up her identity as a child of God and wanted to be an ordinary person. Will she still be there in 50 years? Could it be that she has been a cup of loess long ago, and even her soul doesn’t know where to reincarnate?”

While saying these words, Tsurumaru Kuninaga closely watched Akiho's every move.

Finally, the red-haired land god sat up straight, her eyes moved, and her expression became a little melancholy. Her lips moved, and her voice was soft, almost inaudible:

"I...I haven't thought about it...my Yumi...is she curious about her father, has she always wanted to know who her father is, but Because I never said, she was too precocious under your teachings and never asked me. I have never thought about this question... It's not just that I am evading, but also that I have never paid attention to it.. .”

She stood up suddenly and asked Tsurumaru Kuninaga:

"Is Yumi home today? I want to go see her."

It seems that persuasion is effective.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga nodded, perfectly interpreting what is enough is enough, and took on the next topic with a smile:

"I'll ask Gexian for you, he should know about Youmei's schedule today."

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'Everything that has passed will become a kind memory. '

- Pushkin