[Brother War] On the heroine's self-cultivation

"Can you ride a bike? Can you look at the road? Ah!? What's wrong with talking about love? You have to be on a bicycle? Think of the road as your own, right? Ah? Hurting others or hurting yourself! Ah? Now What's wrong with the young people? Don't you know the seriousness of the matter? Barbara..."

Before Ema and Kiori could calm down, the middle-aged man who slammed the door from the car began to point at their noses and spit all over the place. Compared with the two of them, the owner of this car was obviously more stimulated and frightened Maybe even the fingers pointing at them were trembling.

This is also understandable, if something happens, he, as the driver who caused the accident, will not be able to escape responsibility.

The two looked at each other, and could only listen helplessly and obediently to his reprimand repeatedly.

At this time, the sound of a car stopping came from behind, the door was opened, and a person leaned out, "What's wrong?"

Ema and Qizhi turned their heads at the same time, and Qizhi said in surprise: "Brother Guang."

Due to the effect of alcohol, Ema slept soundly this time, and felt refreshed when she woke up. When she opened the curtains, she found that the sun was shining, and she felt even better.

Humming a ditty and walking to the living room, I saw Kiori sitting on a cushion with his back against the floor-to-ceiling windows, one foot bent, one hand resting on the bent knee, and he was reading a book with his head down.As if hearing her going down the stairs, he raised his head, and then smiled lightly.

"Good morning, Ema."

"It's barely a good morning, Brother Qi." Ema greeted with the same expression, but couldn't help but beat the ground in her heart—why do you want to smile so blindly.

As she said to Ukyo yesterday, the Asahina family is far above the average level in terms of beauty. If they form an idol group, it is estimated that it will trigger a blood transfusion crisis throughout Japan.Among the brothers, the most handsome is naturally the indistinguishable light between men and women, and in terms of refinement, Qizhi is undoubtedly the most outstanding.

Inherited from Meihe, the eyebrows are slender and beautiful, the eyelashes are thick and curly, and there is always an indelible melancholy in his eyes, which makes him, who has a slender appearance, have a cool and desolate feeling like curled autumn leaves in his temperament.Sitting against the light at this time, his blurred outline seems to have a soft light, his clear pupils are peaceful and focused, and the silver cross on his chest reflects a holy luster, making him smile like a church with downcast eyes The Holy Son is ethereal.

Ema finally understands why some people in the comics have flowers behind them when they appear on the stage. At this time, Kiori, who is bathed in the sun, seems to have a large lily blooming behind him.

She couldn't help but her heart beat half a beat faster.

Quickly adjusted herself, Ema went to the kitchen to look for food, and Kiori's voice came from behind, "I didn't have time to replenish the ingredients in the refrigerator yesterday, so I barely made a breakfast, and now there is nothing left. But there is still half a box You can warm up the pizza delivered yesterday."

Although I don't really want to eat a hot pizza for the second time, I can only make do with it.Throwing the pizza into the microwave, Ema turned and walked towards Kiori who had closed the book.

"No class today?"

Qizhi nodded.

"Why don't you go out for a walk, always bored at home, the prince will become an otaku." Ema joked.

"If you go out alone, even the prince will make people feel very pitiful." Kiori didn't show any self-harming emotions when she said this, she was calm but not lonely, and she simply stated the facts.

Then why not find someone to accompany you?Ema, who didn't want to ask such a question, glanced at him, and suddenly changed the subject, "Do you still practice the dance I taught you before?"

Qizhi was stunned for a moment, "Yes." Then he tilted his head and smiled, "Do you want to check?"

Ema held out her hand to him with a smile on her face, Kiori set her eyes on the white and slender hand, and slowly put her own on it.

After using his strength to stand up, he wrapped the hand that was one size smaller than himself with his backhand. His slender and delicate fingers were intertwined, which looked very harmonious.

Ema was not very shy, and took the opportunity to appreciate it.The nails are neatly trimmed, light in color but healthy, and the knuckles are not protruding, but they have the hardness characteristic of men.No matter how slender and beautiful a boy is, he can always inadvertently reflect his masculine qualities in such details.

"Beautiful hands, it seems that they are very suitable for playing the piano." Ema took out her mobile phone and chose a cheerful song, stepped on her feet a few times, and then began to walk along with the dance music.

Kiori held her hand tightly, preventing her from breaking free in the fierce rotation, still looking for a chance to answer her words, "I'm not very good at the piano...the violin is okay." Kiori squeezed Hugging Ema's waist and turning around, he was a little out of breath when speaking.

Ema has been exercising a lot in the past few days, and it can keep her breathing steadily in the continuous staggered rotation, "I've heard Brother Yao play the guitar, but I haven't heard you talk about the violin. When will you show me your hand?"

After all, Qi Zhi is still a novice, while ensuring that the dance steps are not chaotic, he can only say briefly: "If there is a chance."

Even so, they made a mistake after not cooperating for a long time. Kiori failed to hold Ema's hand firmly during a slide, causing her to stop suddenly in the middle of the slide, and kept lying on her knees. She fell to the ground, and Kiori wanted to hold her, but was brought to lie down in her direction.

The final pose was awkward. Ema's legs were folded back on the floor, Kiori was kneeling on her waist, her chest pressed against her face, and the cross hanging around her neck dangled and slipped into her neck. The cold touch made her feel numb all over.

The hands of the two were still overlapping in an awkward posture, and each could feel the other's chest heaving violently due to the rapid breathing.

Ema's breath smelled of fresh detergent mixed with an unknown flower fragrance, but the two of them used the same brand of detergent, and for a while it was impossible to tell who the smell was emanating from.The skin that is close to each other transmits the temperature of the other party through the thin fabric, and the sound of heartbeat and breathing echoes in the ears, whether it is the other party's or your own. The two people seem to have become the same inseparable entity in a trance.

I don't know who started it first, and both of them couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Qi, you have a light body and my limbs are soft, but if this difficult posture continues, my legs will probably break." Ema bumped into his body with her shoulder, signaling him to get up quickly.

Kiori also hit her knee when she fell, so she could only slowly lift her body up, move to the side with a bitter face and stand up again, then bent down to help Ema up.

The two of you rubbed your arms and I beat your legs, their eyes met, and they laughed again.

"Brother Qi, you should practice again. If you change another female partner, you can't stand such a fall." Ema moved around for a while, then remembered that there was still her poor breakfast and lunch in the microwave, and quickly took them out to appease A hungrier stomach after exercise.

Qi Zhi's brows and eyes were full of smiles, but he didn't admit that his skills were not good enough, "It's just that if I practice alone, no matter how proficient I am, I will still make mistakes when I cooperate."

Ema took a bite of the pizza, and the soft taste made her frown. She swallowed it and endured it for a while, before dumping the rest of the pizza into the trash can.

After thinking for a while, Ema clapped her hands to Kiori and said, "Go out and eat, I'll treat you."

After tidying up vigorously, Ema put on a white short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts, covered it with the necessities of a peaked cap and sunglasses, and took Kiori out the door.

"Brother Qi, can you drive?" Ema's question was not questionable, how could Qi Zhi not be able to do such a simple thing?

Sure enough, Kiori nodded, then smiled, "But I don't have a car."

"..." What a sad turning point.

"If you don't dislike bicycles." Kiori rolled out a royal blue bicycle from the garage, and rode on it with a sweep of long legs, looking sideways at Ema who was standing aside, "Want to come up?"

In the sun, Kiori has bright eyes and a clear smile. He looks more youthful when riding a bicycle. No matter where he looks, he can't find a trace of haze.

Ema walked around him with her arms crossed, with a strange expression on her face, "I've never sat in this before."

Qi Zhi was stunned for a moment, "Don't tell me you don't know how to get up."

Ema gave him a blank look.If you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run away?

Putting her hands on Kiori's shoulders, and with a light jump, Ema sat sideways on the back seat of the bicycle, adjusted her posture slightly, and slid her hands down to hug his waist.

Couldn't help pinching again, "It's so thin, is it 28 inches?" She tried her best not to feel envious and jealous towards a boy. !

As if trembling in fear of tickle, Qi Zhi turned around and gave her a reproachful look, "Stop making trouble, are you holding tight?"

"Uh-huh."

"Let's go then!"

"Eh... slow down!"

Ema, who tried this kind of transportation for the first time, was taken aback by the feeling of being unprotected, and quickly hugged the waist in front of her tightly. Kiori, who was suddenly attacked, couldn't help shaking, and after a twist of the body Dangerously control the direction.

Cold sweat broke out from the scare on the back, but he was amused by Ema's rare panic in his heart, he turned his head with a smile, and was patted back by Ema before he opened his mouth.

"Ride well and don't look back!"

"Then you relax a little... I'm out of breath."

"Oh."

"..." Oh, you let go.

After riding for a long time, Ema gradually relaxed, and was finally able to enjoy the breeze passing through her hair and the scenery on both sides of the back on the slow bicycle.

"You usually go to school by bike?"

"Well, I will take the tram on rainy days."

"No wonder you have a thin waist and long legs."

"...If you are envious, you can be responsible for driving me to school by bicycle in the future." Qizhi sincerely suggested.

"I'd better run and spin the hula hoop." Ema refused decisively.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me where to eat yet." Qi Zhi remembered that she didn't know her destination when she rode on a road until she was approaching a fork.

Ema was silent for a moment, "I only know the name of the place, but I don't know how to get there."

"...bikes haven't advanced to the point where they have their own navigation."

Ema leaned on his back and muttered softly, "I used to be driven by someone else, and I never thought about knowing the way."

Qizhi sighed, seemingly helpless but with a real smile, turned the front of the car to the right, "Forget it, I'll invite you today."

Bicycles turn around in the narrow alleys. Along the road, you can see the flowers and plants in other people's yards. From time to time, you can hear the conversations of pedestrians passing by. The shops hidden in the depths of the alleys have unique names and unique characteristics. Decoration, occasionally there will be a girl turning her head to chase the back of the boy in front with a blushing face, but she loses her face after facing Ema.

This experience made her feel fresh and interesting, and her mood seemed to fly with the tips of her hair.

This is the daily life that boys and girls should have.

Ema couldn't help but ask: "Brother Qi must have a lot of girls coveting the back seat of this bicycle."

The waistline in the hand suddenly tensed after hearing this sentence, and then slowly relaxed.Ema, who was sitting in the back, couldn't see his expression, but could only hear his voice gently brushing past his ears along the wind.

"You are the second person I have ever brought."

Ema lowered her eyes, Kiori's white shirt reflected a little dazzlingly under the sun.

She closed her eyes, as if she didn't notice that his tone suddenly became obscure, and said briskly: "Oh? Who is the first one? Girlfriend?"

The question hasn't been answered for a long time, and Ema doesn't know whether she should stop there or continue to ask, is she really going to pierce his calm appearance?Will he let his healed wounds be damaged again?But if it is ignored, will the wound fester and fester that is wrapped in layers?

She pondered hesitantly in her heart.

The car braked suddenly, Kiori stepped on the ground to balance the bicycle, but Ema, who was sitting behind, was thrown off without warning. The moment she landed, a car screamed and rushed towards her.

"え——ま, え——ま." A man with a silly smile repeated the two syllables tirelessly.

......

"I'm sorry I slipped my hand." The young and cold boy showed a contemptuous smile.

......

"I really didn't expect to meet you here." The handsome man in suit smiled softly in the rain.

......

"Happy birthday, Ema." The thirteen smiling faces were close together, and the background was brilliant fiery trees and silver flowers.

......

Numerous broken images flashed through her mind. Ema stared at the tires that were close at hand with her eyes wide open. Her blood seemed to be frozen.

Almost...almost got run over by a car.

Rao Ema's psychological endurance is far beyond that of ordinary people, and she was frightened stupid at this moment of life and death.

There was the sound of someone being thrown to the ground, and someone's voice seemed to be echoing in the ear, a little familiar, but also a little strange.

She stayed in a daze for a while, and the gradually hot and sharp pain finally brought her back to consciousness. She blinked her sore eyes, and slowly sat up with her sore and weak arms, and saw Qizhi kneeling limply. Beside her, he looked at her blankly, and his unfocused sight seemed to penetrate her into another time and space.

At this time, the young man was like an exquisite puppet that had lost his soul, and his body was filled with an almost substantive atmosphere of despair. That kind of thick sadness seemed to be shattered into powder with a light touch.

Regardless of the needle-like pain all over her body, Ema hugged Kiori who seemed to be dying in the next second, hugged him tightly with the greatest strength, and whispered in his ear urgently: "Brother Qi, I It's okay, I'm still alive, I'm still breathing, I'm still warm, I'm still beating my heart, don't be nervous, I'm fine, take it easy, take it easy, okay. Come on, breathe, breathe, yes, relax, feel it, I'm fine, don't be afraid, I'll be fine..."

The person in his arms moved, touched her body with trembling hands, bounced away as if being shocked by an electric shock, and then hugged her desperately as if a drowning person had found a life-saving straw, tightly His arms seemed to break her waist.

Ema swallowed and cried out in pain, still whispering softly in his ear, stroking the back of his head with her hands, like a gentle mother comforting a distressed child.

After an unknown amount of time, scorching liquid dripped onto her shoulders, dripping drop by drop, wetting her clothes.

"Ema..." Kiori choked up, her voice trembling like a dead leaf in the wind, "You're fine, that's great."