Gin and Red Fang are brothers

Originally Qing Chuanchen planned to let Amuro come in through the wall, but in fact the other party was really sociable, and within half an hour he had a lively chat with the security guard at the door. The uncle himself smiled and patted Amuro on the shoulder to send him into the campus.

Qing Chuanchen: "..." Excuse me.

At this time, the school was over, and Toru Amuro followed Kiyokawa Tatsuya in this unknown environment.Against a group of children who only reached his waist, the laughter of children fell behind him.

Amuro Toru's mood calmed down after half a night and a day, but when he saw a real person, he fluctuated violently like a high-frequency Hertz.

His usually steady hand was trembling uncontrollably at this moment, watching the young man in front of him hesitate in place.

Xiao Jingguang blinked, first showed a gentle smile, and opened his arms forward: "Well, what should I call you... big zero?"

"—want a hug?"

Anshi Toru exhaled foul air, knelt down and gently embraced the cat-eyed boy, but he didn't dare to use force.On the contrary, Xiao Jingguang tightened his arms and hugged him.

...hiro.Toru Amuro recited silently in his heart, but did not say it out of his mouth.His eyes were slightly sour, but he held back.

"Why such an expression." Xiao Jianggu tilted his head, slightly puzzled, "When I grew up, you looked so strange."

Toru Amuro opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Maybe it's because the work pressure is too great." Qing Chuanchen looked at the sky, "The suffering of social animals is unspeakable pain."

Kurosawa glanced at him: "Why, showing this empathy?"

...you will empathize later.Qing Chuanchen laughed heartily.But on the surface, he still pretended to wipe away his tears: "Oh, the pain of the monitor, the pain of the monitor, I am diligent and diligent, but you don't understand me, my heart is like - eh, eh?!"

Kurosawa covered Qing Chuanchen's mouth expressionlessly: "You can shut up now."

"Well... don't be too tired living in the coffee shop, pay attention to rest." Xiao Mingmei cared.

"Hey? Coffee shop?" Xiao Jianggu was stunned, "I will work in a coffee shop in the future?! I don't want to—"

He took two steps forward and stared into Toru Amuro's eyes: "I said, what's the matter with you? Didn't you make an appointment with Jing Guang to be a policeman together?"

Amuro's purple-gray eyes stared at Xiao Fuguya, and the other party stared back with eyes of the same color.Toru Amuro smiled softly: "...Ordinary is precious."

"you……"

"Haha, the coffee shop is actually quite good." Jing Guang first opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere, "It's not bad on a peaceful day."

"In this way, we can go to you for coffee and get a discount." Qing Chuanchen also laughed.

"what……"

Amuro raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Fugu: "Why do you want to be a policeman?" There was a perfectly curved smile on his face again.

"Huh?" Little Jianggu raised his head, and he blinked, "Of course it's because there are people who want to protect." Jianggu's boyish voice was crisp and clear, "As long as I become very powerful, no one can hurt Hiro, There are also monitors and the others."

"—we can always be together."

"...Not necessarily."

Amuro Toru's words were soft, like a breeze brushing his cheeks.Xiao Jianggu was stunned: "What is not necessarily?"

He skipped the subject.Toru Amuro smiled and touched Xiao Fuguya's head: "Then, work hard." His voice was a little hoarse, "You have to get used to losing...and you have to become very good, very good."

"..." Xiao Jianggu puffed up his cheeks, "I know."

Toru Amuro looked sideways at Qing Chuanchen and smiled: "What are you going to do today?"

"Oh, rehearse the song." Qing Chuanchen took the sheet music from Xiao Mingmei, "This is an adapted version, and the guitar accompaniment is left to you—the one in the corner is the guitar I borrowed from the music room."

When Toru Amuro played the guitar with his back to them according to the score, and Hiro and Mingmei were discussing the lyrics on the other side, Xiao Fuguya walked up to Qing Chuanchen: "Speaking of...why did I come here when I grew up? Is it really going to be like that?"

"Not necessarily, the future you just represents a possibility of your future." Qing Chuanchen slightly turned sideways, "You don't seem very happy?"

"..." Xiao Jianggu pursed his lips, "...I don't like his expression, the first thing I saw was Hiro's expression."

"Eh?"

"Why do you look like that... as if..." He said in a low voice, unconsciously rubbing the corners of his clothes with his fingers, "as if...hiro died."

"..."

"Also, he's lying." Xiao Jianggu curled his lips, "He's obviously a policeman—or some other dangerous position—I can feel it, but he still tells us that it's ordinary and precious."

"Maybe it's because you don't want you to go this way? Or maybe it's just a sigh." Qing Chuanchen smiled, "Speaking of which, if your friend becomes a criminal, will you release the water?"

"What are you talking about!" Xiao Jianggu stuck out his tongue, "If you become a criminal, I will take the lead in arresting you - sending you to prison with my own hands is also a kind of respect."

"Hahaha, I'm just making an assumption from an acquaintance, I'm sure I won't. As a monitor, I have learned the school motto very well." Qing Chuanchen slightly nodded, "Even if I look like a villain, I must still be square."

Kurosawa, who had been silent all this time, spoke at this moment: "...What about me?"

"what?"

The silver-haired boy looked up at Qing Chuanchen: "If I were a criminal, what would you do?"

Qing Chuanchen replied without thinking: "Of course I tricked you to the police station, and then quickly reported you to get a bonus."

"..."

"Just kidding, but..." Qing Chuanchen scratched his head, "Surely we can't be friends?" His turquoise eyes looked bright and pure.

"..." Kuisawa paused, then nodded slightly, "...I see."

What do you know!Qing Chuanchen's half-moon eyes: "Why do you ask this kind of question? - Could it be that your little head is full of bad ideas?" He teased.

"...That's right, my head is full of thoughts of beating you up."

"Hey?! Sudden cruelty!" After a pause for a few seconds, Qing Chuanchen asked again, "What career do you want to do in the future?"

"..." Kurosawa lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a light shadow, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"Oh? Then what are you more interested in—"

Qing Chuanchen's words were interrupted by the suddenly opened door, and he turned his head to look over there.

"Huh? Zhibao, why are you here...?" Xiao Mingmei was surprised and flustered, "I thought you had already gone home..."

The brown-haired girl stepped forward and grabbed Mingmei's clothes: "Sister, you can't sing anymore...!"

"Just sing this song..."

"Not even one song!" Xiao Zhibao gritted her teeth and said, with tears in her eyes, "The doctor said—before the operation, you can no longer use your voice like this. Otherwise, the success rate will be reduced."

"Why don't Mingmei come on stage at the next party?" Qing Chuanchen suggested.

"No! Because..." Minmei bit her lip, then whispered, "Maybe, maybe this is the last time I sing."

"Hey?!"

"Although my parents and you are keeping it from me, I know," Xiao Mingmei raised her eyes and looked at Zhibao, "the chance of a successful operation is very low."

"After the surgery I couldn't sing anymore."

"Not necessarily...!" The brown-haired girl choked up, "Sister will be fine!"

"Thank you, Zhibao. I know all about it." Xiao Mingmei showed a gentle smile, and she gently hugged the sobbing girl in her arms, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"..."

"I really, really want to give this song to my mother. I know she has always liked the old folk song "Red Dragonfly"." Xiao Mingmei's tone was gentle and firm, "I have been composing and changing songs for a long time. Words—I want to finish it."

"Please, Shiho. This is a wish I really want to realize." She said softly, "In this way, there will be no regrets."

"..."

"Maybe the way of expressing music is not limited to singing it yourself?" Qing Chuanchen blinked, "Has Ming Mei-san considered being an arranger and conductor?"

"Eh?"

"You don't need to sing the whole song alone, we are all your support." Toru Amuro walked over with the guitar in his arms, and the tiny light and shadow swayed in the corner of his eyes.

Qing Chuanchen said with a smile: "Let's have a perfect division of labor, let us finish the song you want to express together."

Having settled the important task of division of labor, Qing Chuanchen was very happy, except that he was a little dazed when he was shocked by Jiang Guling's magic sound. (Toru Amuro: I have already said that I am a music idiot...you still want Xiao Fuguya to sing.)

In the end, Jiang Gu Ling was unanimously arranged by everyone to play the bongos. (Jiang Gu: Hey, what is it...)

They rehearsed until the evening, and Toru Amuro said that the road might not be safe, so he wanted to send two girls, Mingmei and Shiho, back.Stop by Miyano Clinic.

But Qing Chuanchen felt that even if it was not too late, he would find a suitable reason to see his teacher Elena.

Toru Amuro (smiling): Oh?is that so? ——But since this is a dream, you should do whatever you want.

Qing Chuanchen: ...It feels like the other party is acting weird?

Qing Chuanchen knew that the other party was very smart and incomprehensible, so he didn't know whether the other party still maintained dream thoughts about the world after a day or something else.

After sending the guitar back to the music room, there is a final cleaning of the music room.When Qing Chuanchen stepped out of the campus with his schoolbag on his back, there were very few children around here.

Qing Chuanchen set foot on the way home, but did not take the normal route—in order to facilitate the observation of the murderer with the red note, he has been choosing to detour and take the higher-lying road section recently.

The afterglow of the setting sun has no warmth, but it just stretches the shadow of the person very long in vain, as if swearing a powerless unwillingness.Qing Chuanchen stepped on this road with few pedestrians. This new route is higher than the surrounding roads, interspersed with narrow overpasses, which is very good for observing the surrounding alleys from a height.

There was a low "da, da" sound when the footsteps landed on the ground. When he looked to the side, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow behind him out of the corner of his eye.

"..." Qing Chuanchen paused, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened, but his ears were sensitive to the movement behind him.

In addition to the sound of my own breathing, footsteps, and the slight friction of my schoolbag and shirt, there is a secret, quiet voice behind me.

... There is someone following him.

The evening wind was already a little cool, blowing the black hair on Qing Chuanchen's forehead.He tightly held the hand of the schoolbag strap, and looked ahead——

If you want to go where there are people, it seems... still need some distance.