Fall in love with a sea urchin head

I was surprised: "Fu Hei, do you exercise every day?"

Fu Heihui was still clinging to my wrist, and when he heard this, his wandering eyes drifted over: "...that's right."

I was silent for a moment, thinking back to the neat abs under my fingers just now, even through the school uniform, I hesitated: "...Then, you must be very good at making exercise plans."

Fu Heihui paused for a while before he seemed to come to his senses: "...what?"

I raised my head and held Fu Hei's wrist with my backhand.

Fu Heihui was so frightened that Xu Xuhuan's hand on my wrist retreated a little, but I don't know if it was because of hesitation or because I caught it.

My eyes lit up: "I said Fu Hei, I need you for the make-up physical test!"

Fu Heihui, who lowered his eyes and was inexplicably flustered, paused for a second, and moved his gaze from the intersecting wrists to my face, "Ah...um."

Although he looks like "I'm not in the state", what he said cannot be taken back.

By the time I ride my bike into the park again with a big smile on my face expecting the show to be there - but this time I'm in the backseat.

The tiny back seat is extremely uncomfortable to sit in.

The ghost knows how Fu Hei endured it just now.

I tried to divert my attention, and my eyes fell on Fu Hei's back.

Looking carefully at the black school uniform, it seemed that there was a lot of dust. I raised my hand and patted it. Fu Heihui seemed to be aware of it, but didn't say anything.

While taking pictures, I said, "Where did you go, Fu Hei? So much dust?"

"...It's just a small place. The dust on the back is because I can't photograph it."

If you lay down in front of the black, it was almost blown away by the wind.

I just asked casually, hummed nonchalantly, and moved my eyes up after the filming.

On the back of Fu Heihui's head was a bunch of short, out-of-place spikes that were trembling in the wind amidst a group of soft conical hair.

Me: "..." I swear I didn't cut this!

I paused: "...Fu Hei, did you go to cut your hair?"

Fu Heihui: "Didn't you cut it? The time hasn't come yet."

Also.

Me: "Then what's the matter with the hair on the back of yours? It doesn't look like this when I cut it last time?...I also looked in the mirror for you!"

Fu Heihui shook hands and turned the corner, heard the words, and recalled.

...It seems that he dodged the attack when exorcising the curse spirit this time, but his hair didn't dodge it.

Of course, it is impossible for Fu Heihui to tell the truth, he said calmly: "Qinghui, how long is your physical examination?"

I immediately put the question behind me, "Two months later... Teacher Fu Hei, do you think there is still time?"

Fu Heihui seemed to be shocked by my address, and the school uniform on the back that I was holding was tense for a moment.

"It's too late." Fu Heihui said for a while.

I could only see the back of his head, my hands were used to stabilize my body, and the rest of the bicycle was too dirty, so I grabbed Fu Heihui's school uniform, felt the tension on Fu Hei's back, thought it was difficult, and was happy when I heard this: "That's good!"

So I happily stopped talking, and Fu Heihui also fell silent, only the sound of the wheels for a while.

Fu Heihui suddenly said: "Be careful."

me?"

It was a steep road, and my butt was vacated from the seat, so I was so frightened that I wrapped my arms around Fu Hei's waist and got a little closer.

When I got to Pinglu again, I didn't let go, and my heart was complicated.

Hmm...why is it so thin...Is this the non-soft waist that I can't have?

The ring was so tight that I even measured Fuhei's waist with my hands, subconsciously switching calculations in my mind.

Fu Heihui interrupted his thoughts: "Qinghui, you'd better not lie on my back, it's dirty."

I raised my eyes: "I'm not lying down yet, and I took a picture of it all..."

stop.

Well, it's really not clean.

Again fell silent.

The wind messed up my hair, and I had to hold it down with one free hand. When I looked up, countless small shops on the street flashed by.

It's like time stands still.

……

When I was in elementary school, I could be said to be a competitive person. I liked all kinds of competitions-not the serious ones, but the game competitions.

After getting acquainted with Fu Heihui, probably in the fifth grade?Still in fourth grade?I suddenly found him a formidable opponent.

"You shouldn't be called Hui, you should be called Strong." I said seriously.

Fu Heihui was carrying his schoolbag after school, and when he saw me standing in front of him, his expression didn't change, he didn't stop walking, and walked around me directly down the stairs.

I followed and leaned closer to him and asked, "Hui, how did you manage to float the stones to the opposite bank last time? It's amazing! What skills do you have!"

"It's very simple, no skill." Fu Heihui replied concisely.

I curled my lips and put my wrist on the back of my head: "It's not interesting." The next second I asked again: "Is sister at home today?"

Fu Heihui finally stopped, turned his head, and looked at me with heavy eyes: "Qinghui, that's my sister, not your sister."

"Don't soak in it and you won't be able to get out."

Fu Heihui stretched out his hand and pulled the band-aid on my face: "It's been a few days, it's all dirty, why not put it on."

I only felt the bandages at the corners of my mouth being torn off, and the fresh air rushed over the skin that had been covered for a long time, and it was a little refreshing for a while.

I was taken aback, but before I could react, Fu Heihui walked away.

"..." I lowered my head and kicked the stone on the ground, "...no fun."

"Qinge didn't come over to play today." Tsumiji took a mouthful of food, swallowing thoughtfully.

Fu Heihui was frowning and struggling with the overly big chopsticks, trying to control it with her small hands, and said, "She has her own things to do, so don't worry about it."

"It's not good for Hui to say that." Tsumiji put down his chopsticks and grabbed Fu Heihui's ear, "Don't talk like that in the future."

Fu Heihui, whose ears were being held, said: "...Understood, let me eat first."

Tsumiji frowned: "And Qinge was invited by parents because of a fight last month..."

Fu Heihui interrupted her: "I don't know, and it's none of your business."

"I told you not to talk like that...!"

After dinner, it was already dark.

Tsumiji was washing dishes in the kitchen, and she murmured unconsciously as she did so: "...It seems that Qinghui's parents were educated by the police, so they are not away from home all day long."

Fu Heihui didn't speak, and opened the door: "I'm going to buy vinegar."

"Be careful--"

The door is closed.

The street was drowsy, and Fu Heihui was walking along the narrow alleyway, pools of dirty muddy water reflected the dim light of the street lamps.

Fu Heihui went to a small supermarket not far away to buy vinegar, and turned back.

In addition to the support money that Mr. Wutiao paid to Fu Hei's siblings every month, he also occasionally took Fu Heihui out to perform tasks.

There are still one or two years before he will be promoted to junior high school, and Fu Heihui doesn't know if he will become a magician in the future.

Fu Heihui walked back with the bag, but after a while he couldn't help feeling that these thoughts were meaningless.

Teacher Wujo helped him and Tsumiji, and he was not the kind of kind person who saw them pitiful on the street and gave them free support.

He is very arrogant and vicious.

So Fu Heihui's future is certain.

Fu Heihui passed a stairway and stopped, his dark blue eyes were like ink in the darkness.

Seeing him stop, the girl sitting on the stairs also lowered her red eyes to look at him.

Fu Heihui raised his head and glanced at her.

The exposed thin arms were bruised and purple, and the corners of her mouth were completely exposed due to the bandages being torn off by him during the day, but there was no trace of pain on her face, and she even stared at him curiously.

"What are you doing?" Qing Hui asked.

Fu Heihui raised the plastic bag in his hand: "Buy vinegar."

"Eh——" Qing Hui propped her chin, stepping on the steps with her feet.

Fu Heihui glanced upstairs: "Where are they?"

She didn't mention her identity, but Qing Hui understood it: "At home."

Fu Hei Hui Dingding stared at it for a while, and the girl let him watch without blinking as if in a competition.

Fu Heihui: "Now you are like that stray cat at the intersection."

Thinking about it, I thought it was wrong, and added a few more words, "But you are not as smart as her."

Qing Hui tilted her head: "Huh?"

The corridor is very quiet, even the chirping of flying insects from the street lamps can be heard clearly.

Qinghui looked at Fu Heihui's plastic bag, then at his stinky face, and said seriously, "I'm not a cat, I'm Qinghui."

"...Of course I know about this kind of thing." Fu Heihui paused, his lips straightened, "But that wild cat died last night, I went home, and I couldn't find the body again."

Qing Hui suddenly realized: "That's why you rummaged through the trash can yesterday."

Fu Heihui frowned: "...Do you just remember that I rummaged through the trash can? I only rummaged through one, and the rest were found on the grass."

Qing Hui thought for a while: "It should be swept away by the sweeping aunt."

Fu Heihui nodded: "It should be." After a pause for a few seconds, "Don't be like her, who died out of nowhere."

Qing E rolled her ears and hair, her red pupils looked like gems under the light: "No, and no matter what, the corpse will never be found."

"Well. After death, people will go to the morgue for a few days before being cremated."

Qing Hui was surprised: "How do you know? You even know this?"

"Because," Fu Heihui pointed to the soil slope not far away, "last time I wanted to bury a dead sparrow there, but it attracted a lot of insects and was shoveled away by others with a shovel."

Fu Heihui had a calm face: "Yesterday I wanted to go back, take the bag, put the wild cat in the morgue of the hospital."

Qing Hui shook: "Why?"

"Because she is no worse than humans."

Qing Hui complained: "There is no need to highlight the comparison like this."

Fu Heihui paused, and also felt that his mind might be broken yesterday, so he didn't speak again.

Fu Heihui persisted: "Anyway, you are like that wild cat."

Qing Hui: "...Are you cursing me, or are you praising me..."