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Fu Heihui was subtle and silent for a second.The owner of the store is a straightforward man. He didn't understand Fu Heihui's silence, so he raised his voice and urged him again: "Customer, your oden——"

When he came back to his senses, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, he reached out to take his oden and paid for it.

The shop owner turned his head to greet Murata again: "Come in, don't stand at the door, it will bring in all the cold air."

It's autumn outside, but the fierce wind still has a hint of winter.

Murata hurried in and closed the door behind his back.Fu Heihui was standing by the counter holding the oden in both hands, the rising heat from the oden cup blurred his face.

There was a purplish red wound at the corner of the boy's mouth, and there was a scratched area on his cheekbone.

These wounds landed on Fu Heihui's fair face, and with his expressionless face, he looked a little indifferent and extremely not to be trifled with.

Murata took out the money from his pocket, and said, "This, this, and this. Except for these three, I will have a share of the others."

"Boss, can you lend me a medical kit? I can pay for it."

The shop owner was stunned for a moment, his eyes shifted from Murata to Fu Heihui, and suddenly realized: "Oh, do you know each other? Do you know the medical kit? I have it, so I don't need to pay for it. Here, use it."

He took out a medical box with a red cross on it from under the cashier counter and handed it to Murata.

With the medical kit in one hand, Murata tugged Fu Heihui's arm with the other, but his voice was very gentle: "Come here, let me fix your wound."

He didn't exert any force in his hands, but Fu Heihui's face turned slightly pale, and he let out a small muffled snort.Murata was so frightened that he immediately let go of his hand: "You also have injuries on your arms?"

Fu Heihui: "...a little bit."

He has mastered Oden cooking, and his frozen fingers have warmed up, and he no longer feels stuck in the joints when he moves.

The two sat down in the public area inside the convenience store.Murata opened the medical kit, picked up cotton with tweezers, soaked it in alcohol, and disinfected the wound on Fu Heihui's face first.

The cotton soaked in alcohol lightly pressed the broken skin and bleeding area on the cheekbone, Fu Heihui's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't make a sound.Murata asked nervously in a low voice, "Did I hit hard?"

Fu Heihui: "No, just right."

Murata: "...Really?"

Fu Heihui raised his eyes to look at him, a trace of helplessness flashed in his blue eyes: "Well, really."

To be honest, it took two months to meet again, and Fu Heihui was prepared for the possibility that the two of them would become strangers.It wasn't that he deliberately didn't contact Murata, it's just that Gojo Gojo was free in the past two months, so he took him to special training.

When the conjurer is busy, he has a lot of things to do. He usually has to take care of his studies and try not to show his feet in front of Tsumiji, so he has no time to contact Murata.

But not completely without time.

In fact, I still occasionally turn on the phone, look at the dialog box that was stuck two months ago, and then type a series of words, and delete them one by one.

Fu Heihui didn't know what to send Murata.He has a more introverted and worried personality, especially when facing Murata who is completely outside his conventional cognition-the mood of wanting to get closer and afraid of being disillusioned is mixed with subtle grievances and unwillingness, retreating and rising, Hesitantly, repeatedly.

Then, just like in a dream, the person you want to meet suddenly appears.

"Coat off."

Fu Heihui's pupils dilated a little, staring at Murata.Murata was unmoved, and urged: "Take it off, let me see if the wound on your arm has been treated."

"..."

Fu Heihui: "Actually, it's been dealt with—"

He took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform shirt, exposing his bandaged forearm.

The young man's forearm was covered with a thin and beautiful layer of muscles, which were drawn into undulating lines by the bandages.As they tense restlessly, the contours of the muscle groups cast a faint shadow.

After Murata confirmed that Fu Heihui was not lying to himself, he was relieved.He urged Fu Heihui to put on his coat quickly, then returned the medical kit to the boss, and returned with his share of Oden.

The two sat side by side on the bench, and for a while, they could only hear the sound of Murata bowing his head and eating oden.

Fu Heihui didn't eat it, and he didn't order oden for eating.

The fingers have been warmed by the Kanto cooking through a layer of paper cups, and the fingers are a little hot.Fu Heihui glanced quietly at Murata: he was really eating seriously, his cheeks were hot red from the oden cooking, and his forehead was covered with thin sweat, which wet a little of his black hair.

The warm yellow lights in the convenience store enveloped the two of them, and Fu Heihui's heart suddenly became quiet.

The unwillingness mixed with the grievance of the young man was carefully gathered into the bottom of his heart by him, and he tried to put on an adult's familiar and indifferent tone when he spoke: "Why did you come here suddenly? Is there another mission?"

Apart from the mission, Fu Heihui couldn't think of what he should ask Murata for a while.

Murata raised his head to drink the Kanto-cooked soup, and when he raised his head, his fragile and obvious Adam's apple twitched under the ambiguous yellow light.Fu Heihui's palm felt hot, and he looked away in a panic.

He knew that the moment he looked away first, he was guilty.

But liking someone seems to be so easy to feel guilty.Even if that liking is only very secret, like some delicate buds emerging from the chaotic rocks.

It made a face-to-face encounter with this colorful world with its head, growing delicately and tenaciously.

Murata exhaled hot air mixed with the aroma of Kanto cooking, and said, "There is no mission. I specially booked a ticket and came to find you."

He turned his head sideways, looking at Fu Heihui with bright plum red pupils - Fu Heihui was startled, forgetting what he should avoid.

The oden in his hand was no longer hot, but Fu Heihui still felt that his palm was very hot.When he opened his mouth, he felt that his throat didn't belong to him: "Come... find me?"

"Yes, I'm here to find you."

Murata squeezed the oden cup in his hand, and then put it on the table.He turned to stare at Fu Heihui again: "I have never liked boys, and neither have girls. Fu Hei, you are the first person I like, not the kind of liking to be a good friend-although I also know that I am not A smart person, but not being smart doesn't mean not being able to discern."

"I know exactly what kind of feelings I have for different people. When I first saw you, I fell in love with you, and the more I saw you, the more I liked it. Your character, appearance, strengths and weaknesses are all cute in my eyes , I want to date you, but I don't know if you want to."

Fu Heihui looked at Murata in astonishment, and forgot to close his slightly opened mouth.

Behind them is the glass door, several cars speeding past, the long-sighted lights scattered across the faces of the two of them, Murata's eyes reflected Fu Heihui's face.

He didn't get an answer right away, but he was very patient, and said: "I know this is not a good place to confess, and even the content of my confession should not be very good-but after I repeatedly wanted to meet you on the way here, I What do I want to tell you? Hush and inquire first, or do you still remember me? "

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I don't think these openings are good. I came to like you, so I should confess when we meet."