[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

At this time and the atmosphere in the outdoor hall can quite satisfy the general public's social imagination of chaebols-everyone has a decent smile that seems to be painted, and they talk about finance and land topics in an elegant and gentle manner, which is a bit boring. .

"...Mr. Akashi is right, by the way," the man turned his head and nodded to the red-haired boy with a gentle smile, "I heard that Akashi-kun has already started to deal with family affairs?"

Hearing this, Akashi Seijuro bowed his head to him expressionlessly: "It's just a small fight with the father behind him, it can't be called 'contact'."

"He's still quite a modest child, and the younger generations really come out in large numbers." The man smiled, then took a sip from his teacup, as if casually mentioning it, "But you young people may not be able to talk about these pedantic things we are talking about." If you're interested, how about it——Winter Flower."

Donghua had already guessed his meaning from the turning point, and stood up quite neatly when she heard the voice: "My lord father."

"Take Akashi-kun to another place for a chat, you young people have young people's topics." The man said, turning his head to ask Akashi Seishomi and widening his eyes slightly - this gesture is quite contrived for an adult male, However, if he did it, it didn't look greasy at all, "Mr. Akashi, is it okay?"

"Of course," Akashi Masomi nodded solemnly, "Seijuro go."

So both of them bowed lightly to the elders present, and then let Donghua sideways guide the way, opened the barrier and walked outside.

There were not many servants serving in the old house in Kanagawa, but there were still many people bowing their heads and saluting to them all the way from the outer hall through the corridor.

So Miss Xiyuanji walked two steps ahead in an elegant and dignified manner, keeping an absolutely safe distance from young master Akashi, and the latter also slowed down quite gentlemanly to match the pace of the girl. The gentle and polite sons of the aristocratic family, there is no doubt that there will be no sense of disobedience if they are directly packaged and sent to Dahe Opera.

...Then this dignified and polite atmosphere was broken the moment Fuyuka opened the door of her room. Akashi Seijuro stepped forward to shrink the distance between the two into an inch, hugged him directly from behind, and opened his mouth to bite. Hold her exposed snow-white back of the neck.His eyes, which had been calm since the outer hall, slowly became turbulent, as if he was slowly removing a layer of transparent and cold camouflage enamel, and at this moment finally revealed the undisguised fishy color inside.

The scorching breath swept over the back of the neck, and Donghua's body froze immediately, but at this moment, what was more important than the warm body behind her was... Donghua patted his thigh hastily, and lowered her voice: "Close the door first! !"

Behind him came the sound of the shoji being pulled shut, and Donghua was strangled by his waist with one hand, and his cheek was pushed away with the other.

"Will this lipstick... um, stain the cup?" Akashi rubbed her neck.

His thin, soft hair rubbed against his neck, Dong Hua blushed and shook her head: "No, Dior's new style."

Akashi still can't quite hear "Dior's new style", but it doesn't prevent him from lowering his head and kissing it.

"It's so beautiful in a kimono." He said vaguely, while pressing her waist, and slowly walked in.

Donghua was so dazed by his kiss that she didn't even realize that he was pressing herself on the bed. It wasn't until her shoulders were pulled and pressed against the bed that she suddenly came back to her senses.Embarrassed and anxious, Dong Hua tilted her head and snatched her lips and tongue from between his lips and teeth, and stretched out her hand to push his shoulder: "Zheng Jun!"

"Okay, okay," Akashi bent one leg and knelt beside her, bowed his head and kissed her forehead, "I won't tease you."

He stood up and made a gesture to sit on the chair in front of the dressing table, but when he was pulled by the hem of his clothes as soon as he took a step, Akashi lowered his head and raised his eyebrows.

Dong Hua reached out and touched her hot cheeks: "It's okay...sit on the bed."

"Then I'm being rude," he said politely, but without any excuses, he sat down beside her.

"Is this the room you lived in when you were a child?" Akashi looked around a little, and found that the furnishings in the room were indeed quite old-fashioned, even the size of the bed under him was slightly smaller, not like it was for a girl. Thanks to her petite stature, she can still sleep now.

"Well," Dong Hua nodded, and then suddenly remembered something, her eyes lit up suddenly, "There seem to be a lot of things from my childhood in this room, do you want to take a look at Mr. Zheng?"

"is it okay?"

"Of course." Dong Hua had already stood up, "Grandma told me before, but she thought it was troublesome and didn't think about it, so you just came."

Even though she doesn't live in this room often, someone will clean it once a week, so when she opened the old cabinet to search, it didn't stir up any dust.

"Can you hold it?" Akashi glimpsed a corner of it from the gap between her body and the cabinet door. It turned out to be a large box made of solid wood. He frowned, walked quickly to her side, and pressed the Holding her shoulder, "I'll get it, is it this box?"

"Ah, yes," Donghua tried to lift it up twice but failed, her wrists were sore, she was about to tell him to be careful, but Akashi lifted the box out with one hand with a calm face, and immediately froze in a daze. After blinking, he pursed his lips and smiled as if waking up from a dream after a while, "Zhengjun, that's amazing."

Akashi blinked, and his eyes drifted subtly: "It's okay."

The surface of the box was not wiped, even though the paint surface still looked shiny, but Donghua couldn't accept it and put it on the bed directly. After thinking for a while, she took out two futons from the small cabinet and asked Akashi to put the box on the floor.

Donghua knelt and sat down on the side of the box.The box was not locked, and it could be opened with a flick of the snap button. However, no matter how much the servants cleaned it, they couldn't clean the owner's personal belongings. Once the box was opened, there was a smell of improper preservation.

Donghua blushed immediately and slapped her lightly twice, trying to blow away the untimely and image-damaging moisture.

However, Akashi didn't seem to feel the damp smell floating in his nose, and looked down at the inside of the box with his usual expression.

In fact, there are not many things in it. Using such a big solid wooden box is a bit overkill. There are only two books in it, one big and one small. The big one has thick paper and looks like a photo album, and the small one It's just an ordinary notebook, other than that, there are some toys and hairpins that little girls often have, scattered in the box.

"What is this?" Akashi pointed to the small book, "A schoolbook?"

"Huh?" Dong Hua was studying the pile of clips, and when she heard the words, she raised her head and glanced, her facial expression sank immediately, as if she was rummaging through those yellowed memories, thinking for a while, and then she hesitated. Answer: "Diary...? Probably."

Upon hearing that it was a diary, Akashi immediately changed the direction of his fingers, and then picked up the big heavy book: "This, can I read it?"

"Well, let's see," Dong Hua nodded, "album."

Only then did Akashi carry the photo album onto his lap, with a sense of preciousness that he hadn't noticed in the movement, the young man's slender fingers like white jade rubbed the cover twice, and slowly opened the first page... Then he froze.

There is only one photo on the first page, and the background is the street outside the house—Little Donghua is wearing a white dress, her platinum-blond hair is tied into two little buns, and her fleshy little arms are exposed. V-shaped, squinting his eyes and smiling at the camera, revealing two small round pear dimples, it is a cute scene that makes his expression soft enough to smile straight away... If it wasn't for the fact that there was a little boy with iris-purple hair all over his face Steadily and maturely grabbed her other hand.

Akashi was silent for a while, then held up the photo album to Fuyuka, and asked quite seriously: "Fuyuka, have you ever taken a single photo in this place?"

"Huh?" Dong Hua looked up in a daze, "It doesn't seem to be there, I only took a photo with Ah Shi."

That's such a shame.

Akashi turned to the next sheet with regret.

Later, he discovered that it was a pity that it was a bit early. There are many photos of the two of them together in this album. From spring to winter, the scenes are also very changeable-the gate of the primary school, the school playground, the street, and even their respective homes.

The little boy who could be seen as handsome since he was young has always stood by her side as a protector, and grew up with her slowly.

Donghua suddenly noticed that the person opposite had quieted down. Not only did the conversation with her before have been cut off from time to time, but even the sound of turning the pages of the book had not sounded for a long time. She raised her head from a pearl hairpin in a daze, and called out softly. He said, probably because he was afraid of disturbing him, he even used a little breathy voice, the soft Kyoto tune was stretched, and it sounded like he was acting like a baby: "Zheng Jun?"

Akashi's eyelashes fluttered twice, and he restrained his emotions completely in the blink of an eye. He raised the corners of his lips and shook his head: "It's just a moment of fascination."

——I also regret that I didn't come to protect you earlier.

Donghua's cheeks were subtly covered with a layer of pink, she glanced at the naive self in the photo album with fluttering eyes, the nerve with signal delay finally finished the circle, she shivered suddenly, remembering the photo album Not all photos on the website can meet people!

She immediately coughed unnaturally twice, trying to take the album back calmly, but when she looked carefully, he had already seen the last page.Donghua closed her eyes in despair, and finally couldn't help but whispered in a dying struggle: "Zhengjun, children are not very good at taking pictures, so they are not very photogenic, you..."

"I think they're all cute," Seijuro Akashi raised his eyebrows, then turned to a certain page and held up the photo album to face her, "This one is my favorite."

The moment Donghua saw it clearly, her face turned red like a boiled shrimp—it was a rare baby photo, the little baby girl was wearing a soft pink jumpsuit, her big grape-like eyes were round and Bright, the color of the pupils is much lighter than now, it looks translucent and clear, moist and clear like priceless ancient jade.The chubby left hand also grabbed a shogi. He was tilting his head and looking at the camera ignorantly. The child's muscles were underdeveloped, and his saliva flowed out uncontrollably. It was shining brightly under the light, as if he was born to please others like.

"I-I'm still drooling, why do you like this one!" Dong Hua straightened up unconsciously.

Akashi saw her intention, and directly hid the photo album behind his back: "Give me this one, okay?"

"You want something else," Dong Hua bit her lower lip, "That one is really...not pretty."

"I look good, that's enough," Akashi Seijuro's fingers were extremely nimble, and with a hook of his fingertips he caught the photo between his fingers, "There are other single photos, give them to me too, okay?"

Donghua is most uncertain when he asks "Are you okay"—the voice is slightly lowered, and the speed of speech slows down imperceptibly, the boundless love seems to be sandwiched between the words, and she is always ready to wrap her tenderly. in.

"..." Dong Hua's cheeks were blushing again, "If you want, just take it."

Akashi Seijuro curled his lips, "Good boy."

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