Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

Yukata is troublesome to put on,? Taking it off...even more troublesome.

Turning off the light, I lay on the quilt, trying to calm down my heartbeat that was throbbing with reverie.

The bony hands hooked and pulled the belt around my waist. The slow movements reminded me of ancient Western aristocrats.

"Have you really thought about it?" His voice fell with the delicate kiss.

"Well..." I nodded.

The process of taking off the bathrobe was too slow, so slow that I lost my mind for a long time in the middle, until his callused fingertips slowly rubbed upwards from my cheeks and fell to the corners of my eyes.

Gently,? Not once.

I put my hands on the edge of the quilt, and looked at him with my eyes open, even though I couldn't see his face clearly.

Suddenly, the trace department got up and closed the window.The wind, snow and hustle and bustle are all isolated, only the overlapping breathing of each other can be heard.

A dark room has always been an excellent place for an ambiguous atmosphere to breed.

My ears were burning, but I still boldly stretched out my hands to hug him, and my hands gradually slid down to the muscle lines behind his waist.

There has already appeared a mature outline,? It is no longer the youthful and frail youth.Inexplicably, I remembered that during the summer vacation, Atobe and I played a piece with a passionate melody in the piano room.

I have forgotten most of my piano,? Called him to teach me on a whim,? Help me pick it up.His palm covered the back of my hand, and pressed it down heavily.

At this moment, I am just like the keys of a piano, bearing his weight and also my surging eagerness.

I couldn't help sobbing softly.

......

As my consciousness gradually blurred, Atobe nibbled on my shoulder, leaving a mark like a wild beast marking its territory.

It was warm inside.I opened my eyes slightly, and the snow was flying outside the window, becoming chaotic in the dim light of the street lamps.

There is nothing left in the brain, just blankness and nothingness.

Atobe brushed away the soaked hair on my forehead, looked piously, and slowly dropped a kiss between the eyebrows.His tone is so gentle that I have never felt it before, and I almost want to drown in it.

"I love you."

This is the most touching love story.

This sleep went straight to more than nine o'clock the next day, neither too early nor too late.

After waking up from the dream, I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I remembered what happened last night.

Fortunately, the two of them were still awake halfway, and the protective measures were not forgotten, otherwise it would lead to a catastrophe.

The morning after the incident was not as sore as I imagined, maybe because Atobe massaged me for more than half an hour last night.

As for the feeling... At that time, there was only pain, and I couldn't remember the rest.

I turned my face, and the blanket around me was empty and cold to the touch.

He must have been woken up by the unstoppable biological clock.

I took out my phone from under my pillow and sent a message to Atobe:

【Me: Where have you been? 】

[Atobe: Downstairs. 】

Immediately, I heard the sound of going upstairs.

"Whoa-"

The sliding door of the room was pulled open, and I collided with his gaze.

I said hoarsely: "Morning."

Atobe: "Morning."

There was no embarrassment or embarrassment.

I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes, "I want to eat the baked rice balls from my aunt downstairs."

Atobe: "Well, is there any more?"

Me: "Find a guest room and spread the bedding, don't be discovered by Dad."

Trace Department: "..."

He closed the door.

This scene is very similar to the fact that the mistress was forced to leave because the main wife wanted to come back.

After washing up, I sat at the dining table on the first floor and checked Twitter while waiting for breakfast.Atobe was very fast, but came back with breakfast in 10 minutes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there seems to be a vague resentment on him.

Well, resentment.

I took a bite of the rice ball and drank another flavor of Zengtang, which was the taste in my memory. I quickly gave him a thumbs up: "It's great, thank you."

Atobe was silent for a while, and said, "Uncle called me just now."

I choke.

"He guessed that I'm here too." He said, "Ask if you plan to kill first and play later."

Me: "...so, what did you say?"

Atobe: "Huh? I told you the truth."

I:"......"

It's over.

"Oh, it's numb." I swallowed the last bite of the rice ball sullenly, "Men are unreliable, and they called me Xiao Tiantian last night."

Atobe:?

Atobe: "Sweetie?"

He frowned, as if he was really thinking about whether he had given me such a shameful nickname in that situation.

"Okay, just kidding." I got up and put down the spoon, "You throw these away, I'm going upstairs."

Although I didn't find the diary in grandma's room yesterday, I haven't searched in other rooms, which shows that there is still hope.

I decided to start with my room first.

In the closet, no.

In the drawer, no.

In the closet, no...

I rummaged, and a brown notebook fell out from between the sheets.

I:?

The surprise came so unexpectedly that I picked it up in a daze for a few seconds.

Fortunately, I have been looking for it for so long, so it is hidden here.

I sat down and opened it casually to have a look.The book is very old, and the paper is yellowed, but it does not affect the clarity of the handwriting.

The diary started after I got married to my grandfather, and it was interrupted for a long time. It was not until after my grandfather passed away that there was a new handwriting.

Could it be that it really records the love with grandpa?

I re-opened the diary without giving up, and the two lines on the title page came into view——

I don't regret any of my decisions.

Including abandoning the surname "Wu Tiao".

Is that really the case?

After reading the diary, I closed the diary and hugged my legs to think.

In the diary, grandma briefly mentioned her life experience, but she is indeed from the Wutiao family.

The reason for betraying the family is also very simple, but it is a young lady who disobeyed the marriage decision made by the elders for her and left. This also involves some "spells" that I don't understand.

Is this the magic that Gojo-san once showed me?Is magic called incantation?

The truth may seem unexpected, but it is also expected.

No one in this world will have a good impression of a person for no reason, and Mr. Gojo is naturally the same.

He and I were actually related by blood.

At the end of the diary are grandma's emotions about life and the memory of the deceased grandpa:

"Both my father and my elder brother will not understand why I would choose an ordinary person who is not strong and willing to leave with him in such a desperate and depressing situation."

"Actually, I couldn't figure it out either. At first, I just thought that it would be great if someone pulled me out of this situation, no matter who it is... Then, Youcheng appeared."

"I've lived for most of my life, and looking back now, I never told him what I really thought. The ordinary quarrel that day turned out to be the last time we saw each other."

"I've made up stories for so many years, but I'm sorry that I didn't write a happy ending for our story."

Isn't there a happy ending?

In the final stage of grandma's life, she must be extremely regretful and self-blaming, especially when grandpa died in an accidental car accident after the quarrel.

Her insincerity and insincerity led to years of regret.

I thought about it quietly for a while, then put the diary on the table, and suddenly the voices of my parents came from downstairs:

"Xiaomeng, here we come!"

I froze, opened the door, and rushed downstairs.

"Dad, Mom!"

I ran and gave two people in the hallway a big hug.

dad:?

Mother:?

"What's the matter?" Dad was frightened by my enthusiasm, holding my face and asked, "What's the matter? Xiaomeng? Did Jingwu bully you?"

"It's been a long time since I saw you, so warm." Mom said with a smile.

"No, I'm just happy. I haven't seen you for a long time."

I waved my hands hastily and bent over to carry the suitcases for them.

"Let me do it."

Atobe also came down from upstairs, walked straight to me, and took the heavy suitcase in my hand.

"Are you back?" Dad immediately turned off his serious tone, and gave me a live performance of "Changing Faces in Sichuan Opera".

Atobe: "Yes."

Dad: "When did you come back?"

Atobe: "...A few days ago."

"Huh?" Dad suddenly turned his head and looked at him with scrutiny. "You came back a few days ago? Didn't you hear what your parents said, did you go directly to the capital to find Xiaomeng?"

"Yes." Atobe said.

Every time these two people meet, there is this kind of atmosphere that is about to explode.

The father-in-law probably doesn't like his future son-in-law.

"Well, what didn't happen..." Dad coughed twice, his eyes drifted between me and Atobe: "It shouldn't have happened, right?"

Atobe and I looked at each other, and resolutely chose to reply in silence, which is the safest way.

I:"......"

Trace Department: "..."

The scene was very embarrassing.

The expression on Dad's face froze instantly, and it was Mom who smoothed things over: "The children have grown up, it's no big deal."

"Yes, we have grown up, we can't control it anymore."

He didn't speak any more, just turned around silently, his back looked much older in an instant, and he looked a little sad.

I bowed my head guiltily.

My mother patted me on the shoulder and said in relief: "It's no big deal, you are all adults. But remember to take good measures, we don't want to be grandparents so soon."

After she finished speaking, she winked at me.

Why is it too early to be a grandparent? I guess I will implement late marriage and late childbearing.

Me: "... you can rest assured, haha."

Mom smiled and said: "That's good, I'll go and coax your father first."

Atobe and I were left in the living room.

I stepped forward, tugged at his sleeve and said, "I found grandma's diary, and after reading it, I only have one idea, and I plan to put it into practice."

"Huh?" Atobe asked, "What?"

I raised my face and said solemnly, "I want to tell you that I love you every day."

Atobe:?

Me: "Even if we quarrel, we still have to talk."

Atobe: "... up to you."

Me: "Look, the smile on the corner of your mouth, tsk tsk..."

That night, I was packed—in a different way.

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