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What flavor do you like?

Murata was lost in thought, with a serious expression, it seemed that he was really trying to think about this question - Fu Heihui, who asked the question, was a little helpless.

After all, they have been standing at the entrance of the canteen for 3 minutes, and the eyes of the auntie at the canteen are getting more and more strange!

Raising his hand and pinching the tips of his hair unnaturally, Fu Heihui said politely, "Can't you figure it out?"

Murata touched his chin: "Ah, a little bit."

Fu Heihui: "...then do you have any unpleasant taste?"

Murata looked at the freezer tangled: "Hate it—is it too sweet? I have a bit of tooth decay."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He took out a box of yogurt ice cream from the freezer, the kind he bought for elementary school students when he was in the planetarium: "Is yogurt ice cream okay?"

Murata: "Yes! I'm not picky!"

The veins on Fu Heihui's forehead twitched a few times, took a deep breath, turned around and went to check out.

In the end, I bought two boxes of yogurt ice cream.

Murata didn't know how to bask in the sun, so the two walked around the activity center, and finally found a step that couldn't get the sun to sit and eat ice cream together.

This summer is indeed too hot, and the cicadas are as dense and crowded as the shreds of paper torn apart by the graduating class.

Even though Fu Heihui had found the place with the densest bushes as much as possible, there was still sunlight falling through the gaps, shining scatteredly on their backs.

Murata unbuttoned several of his shirt buttons, his cheeks and neck flushed from the heat.He licked the lid of the ice cream and sighed, "It's really hot."

Fu Heihui stared at the ice cream in his bowl, and echoed: "Yes."

Murata: "I want to go somewhere with air conditioning."

Fu Heihui thought for a while, and said: "There are in the supermarket. But the supermarket is far away from here, it takes about half an hour to walk..."

Murata estimated the time and gave up immediately: "Forget it, we'd better sit here and wait until the sun is not so bright before going back."

He reached out his hand to feel in Yuzhi's pocket, took out two small fans, and handed one to Fu Heihui.Fu Heihui was stunned for a moment, and took it.

The fan is really small, only a little bigger than his palm. It is a folding fan that can be opened and closed. After unfolding, you can see a picture of a little piggy on it.Fu Heihui stared at the little piggy Peppa for two seconds, and glanced at Murata out of the corner of his eye: Murata's fan painted Chibi Maruko.

He fanned himself with a fan in one hand, and ate ice cream with the other, unexpectedly neither side was delayed.

The short black hair down to the chin was fanned back and forth, Murata squinted his eyes comfortably, and hummed an inexplicable short tune casually.Fu Heihui couldn't tell what he was humming, but it sounded pretty good.

Fu Heihui shook his fan and couldn't help it: "Did you draw Peppa Pig?"

Murata: "Oh, you mean the one on the fan? My brother drew it for me—his dream is to be a manga artist, but everyone knows there's no hope."

"But in order to maintain his self-esteem, we didn't say it in front of him...don't tell him either!"

Fu Heihui: "...um."

He added silently in his heart: Whether I can see your brother or not is two different things, but there is no need to be like this——so far-sighted.

"I think it's pretty good."

Fu Heihui stared at the trembling piggy page on the fan, and said, "There are also many cartoonists who are not good at drawing."

Murata waved his hand: "It's not about the artist. The cartoonist my second brother wants to be is not an ordinary cartoonist, he wants to be a cartoonist like Ma Liang."

Fu Heihui was stunned: "...huh?"

Murata: "Just like the magic brush Ma Liang, what you draw will become real."

Fu Heihui looked down at Peppa Pig, whose lines on the fan were shaking like earthworms, and fell silent.

Murata sighed, and muttered: "I told him that Ultraman is a liar. If he refuses to believe the facts, he still has to draw a real one to prove that he is not wrong. If it weren't for his delicious food, I would have Just ran away from home."

Fu Heihui: "..."

I'm sorry, your reason is completely different from your brother's, Murata-kun! !

"Besides, Ultraman is a liar." Murata, who was fanning himself with a small fan, said confidently: "It is obvious that the Kamen Rider is real, you can tell it at a glance, right?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

No, Kamen Rider is also a lie, Murata-san.

Murata didn't get a response, and turned his head to look at Fu Heihui, his dark red pupils were clear and bright: "You can see it at a glance, right Fu Hei?"

And Murata looked at each other for more than three seconds.

Fu Hei looked down at the ice cream and said against his will, "Mmm..."

Fu Heihui is not surprised at Murata's character now.In order to prove that Ultraman is real, there is an older brother who is determined to become the magic pen Ma Liang. Murata will not be surprised by his personality.

Maybe when compared with his brother, Murata's parents will be relieved that at least Murata didn't want to be the second Ma Liang and draw a Kamen Rider to prove his persistence.

The two boxes of yogurt ice cream were quickly eaten, but the sun hadn't set yet.

Murata propped his cheek with one hand and kept fanning himself.As the evening approached, the evening wind gradually picked up, and he smoothly pulled back the black hair scattered on his cheeks behind his ears, revealing his wet temple hair.

Fu Heihui stood up and stretched out his hand to Murata: "Ice cream box, let me throw it away for you."

Out of some kind of host spirit—of course, it is more because Murata is really hard to reassure—Fu Heihui unconsciously assumed the role of taking care of Murata.

Murata stood up shaking his fan: "Let's go together, where is the trash can?"

Fu Heihui didn't refuse either, and took Murata to find the trash can in the corner of the activity center.After throwing out the garbage, Murata didn't want to go back to sit anymore, so he turned his head and asked, "Fuhei, I'm tired from sitting, how about we walk for a while?"

Fu Heihui had no objection, and nodded casually: "Okay."

This is exactly the time when children are out of school, and the sun has already set in the west.A number of elementary school students—perhaps kindergarten students—in their school uniforms were playing with the gym equipment in the activity centre.

Murata and Fu Heihui walked slowly around the activity center. They passed by a swing frame, and Fu Heihui took a second look.Murata noticed it immediately, and asked with curved eyes, "Do you want to play on the swing?"

Fu Heihui turned his head away: "Just go and play, I won't play."

"Huh? Why?"

Murata grabbed the swing chain with one hand, and looked at Fu Heihui strangely: "You obviously want to play very much."

Fu Heihui was startled.He was a little embarrassed, and angrily avoided Murata's gaze, and turned his head to watch a few kindergarten students chasing and fighting: "Too childish."

In fact, it's not too childish... Maybe Fu Heihui himself can't say why.

Murata shook the swing frame and said, "Fu Hei is a kid, isn't it right to play on the swing?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

The swing frame was shaken by Murata and made a rattling sound, which was clear and crisp.

The sound repeatedly fell on Fu Heihui's eardrum, and then penetrated into the heart from the eardrum.His brows and eyes drooped, forming an unhappy arc: "I'm not a child."

"I don't play."

Murata felt even more strange.

He knew from an early age that his intuition was super accurate-not only for himself, but also for others.He obviously felt that Fu Heihui just wanted to play... wanted to play but was very entangled in not wanting to play——

Murata let go of his hand: "Okay then, but I want to sit..."

Before he finished speaking, a few primary school students rushed over, cheering and dividing up the three swing frames.

Murata stared at the full swing rack.Fu Heihui looked at Murata.Murata turned his head and looked at Fu Heihui faintly. Fu Heihui coughed dryly, feeling inexplicably guilty.

He looked away and whispered: "The sun is going down soon, I'll take you back."

In the distance, the sun had already set on the top of the mountain, leaving only the crimson afterglow.

The crimson afterglow enveloped the people and the scenery, covering Murata's short black hair and plum red eyes, even the eyelashes were filled with a layer of light red.

Lost and beautiful color.

Fu Heihui suddenly felt somewhat regretful.He thought that even if he really didn't want to sit, he should let Murata sit on it and have fun.

After all, Murata is not very old...and his personality is obvious, quite deceitful and childish.He must have a very good family, grew up in a gentle environment, and grew up smoothly.

He must be loved by many people, even if he doesn't need to look at the atmosphere to speak, he will be accepted by his family. If you don't like something, you can happily say no to it, and if you like something, happily say you want it, just keep your head depressed. Chase forward vigorously.

"arrive."

Murata waved his hand at Fu Heihui, and there was no look of disappointment on his face: "I'm going back, and you should go back soon."

Fu Heihui raised his eyes, nodded to him, paused, and imitated Murata again, raised his arms and waved to Murata: "Okay."

Murata showed a bright smile again, turned around and went upstairs humming a little song.Fu Heihui waited until he could no longer see his back before starting to walk back.

Back home, Tsumiji just made dinner.Fu Heihui helped to set the dishes without saying a word, and his movements were very skillful and neat.

Tsumiji smiled: "Yuta said that you went to the planetarium today, did you meet Murata-kun?"

Fu Heihui: "Yes, I met you."

Tsumiki: "It's great, Hui also has a good friend who can play with."

Fu Heihui's eating movements froze for a moment, then she raised her eyes and glanced at Tsu Miki - Tsu Miki was sincerely happy for Fu Hei Hui, and smiled very sincerely.

Her smile made Fu Heihui really unable to say 'I and Murata are not good friends'.

After taking a few mouthfuls of rice randomly, Fu Heihui put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."

Tsumiji was surprised: "Huh? Don't you eat?"

Fu Heihui raised his hand and pinched the tip of his hair: "Well...it's too hot, I don't have much appetite."

Tsumiji believed, and showed distressed expression again: "Indeed, it's too hot recently. Shall I cook some green peppers tomorrow?"

……

Woke up to the heat in the early morning.

Fu Heihui got up from the bed and sat in a daze.

The windows were open, but no wind was blowing in.He took a fan to fan himself, and began to consider whether to buy an air conditioner-but how to explain it to Tsumiki?

Otherwise, say Mr. Gojo bought it.

While thinking about it distractedly, Fu Heihui's eyes diverged without focus, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the trembling piggy Peppa on the fan.

He flicked the fan for a moment, and realized later: Ah, I forgot to return the fan to Murata.

Pay it back tomorrow?

You may not see it tomorrow.Maybe he went back to Tokyo early tomorrow morning.Did he check his phone after he went back?

Will he see the message I sent him at the planetarium?

... You shouldn't send him that kind of message, it seems easy to misunderstand.

Fu Heihui turned over, picked up the phone and wanted to withdraw the message.But after turning on the phone, he remembered again: It's past the withdrawal time, now.

There is no way to withdraw it.

Need a patch?It's even more strange... After all, it seems that we shouldn't be active together when we are in the planetarium.Obviously they didn't make an appointment to play together, why is it the same person who even explained later?

Is it because of Yuta?

Yuta likes Murata very much.Obviously, I am usually afraid of myself, but after Murata came, Yuta became more talkative, and the lady in charge of explaining was also——

Murata is very popular.

All kinds of messy thoughts flashed through Fu Heihui's mind, which were glued together by the high temperature of the summer night, turned into wet sweat, and wet his hair.

At this time, the phone suddenly turned on, showing an unread message from Murata.

Fu Heihui was stunned, his brain was still suffering from some kind of dizziness after the summer heat, and his fingers opened the unread messages faster than he could think.

[Murata: Sure enough, my intuition is very accurate, you just looked at me! 】

Fu Heihui stared at the message, pursed his lips, and the phone screen was reflected in his blue pupils.Before he could think of a reply, the phone vibrated several times, and Murata's messages popped up one after another.

[Murata: Fall down on the black!Are you asleep?

Murata: If you haven't slept, go downstairs!I got it! 】

Fu Heihui blinked, his mind full of question marks.

[Fu Heihui:?

Fu Heihui: What did you grab?

Murata: Swing!

Murata: As for the swing you failed to play during the day, I squatted away the group of elementary school students and kept occupying their seats!

Murata: There is no one here now, and no one will know if you play secretly. I promise not to tell others. 】

Fu Heihui jumped up from the bed and rushed to the window - the activity center was not far from his house, and the entire activity center could be overlooked from the window.

There is indeed a lonely figure in the swing area, and one person occupies two swings, swinging back and forth.

When Fu Heihui walked to the window, the figure immediately waved to his position.Even though he couldn't see clearly because of the distance, Fukuro could easily imagine the bright smile on Murata's face.