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When the tram arrived at the station, Fu Heihui was dragged away by the crowd and left the platform.He walked out of the station, and was blown head-on by the storm outside, making him take two steps back.

Surrounded by people who were trapped at the station by the storm, whispers of complaints continued to ring in their ears.

The sudden approach of the storm was scrolling on the big screen not far away, reminding the masses to pay attention to safety, and also reminding that the tram just now would be the last tram of the day.

Because of the sudden storm, the tram was temporarily suspended.

Fu Heihui, who happened to be on the last shift, let out a sigh of relief.

He silently took out his big umbrella at home from his schoolbag and opened it, the ribs of the umbrella made an overwhelmed sound under the raging wind.The office worker next to him in a dark blue suit couldn't help calling out to Fu Heihui: "Student, you'd better wait a little longer—your umbrella can't keep out the wind and rain outside."

Fu Heihui pressed the handle of the umbrella with both hands, and lifted the umbrella up slightly: "Thank you. But I have something urgent, I must go now."

The office worker was startled, and said, "Is it a part-time job? Tell the boss about this weather, and he should understand you."

Fu Heihui shook his head lightly.He pressed down the umbrella again, a little embarrassed to avoid looking directly: "It's not a part-time job... It's to meet people."

"Because I agreed to see you in two hours, and it's a very important person, so I can't be late."

Holding an umbrella, he rushed into the wind and rain in one go.The rain was so loud that Fu Heihui lowered the umbrella, but he was still blinded by the oncoming wind.

The wind and rain turned the whole city upside down into frosted glass.

Murata turned the handle of the umbrella and stood under the corridor of the convenience store, frowning.

The pouring rain gradually showed signs of shrinking, and his tight heart loosened a little bit.At this moment, Murata heard a low dog barking.

He froze for a moment, lowered his head, and saw a wet puppy bumping into his umbrella handle.The puppy is yellow and white, with its tail curled up and curled up. It is probably a cross between Shiba Inu and other dogs.

There is no tether around its neck, and its hair is all wet and attached to its body. It is a thin and small one.When Murata lowered his head, it also looked up at Murata, its black bean-like eyes were wet and shiny——

One person and one dog looked at each other for a few seconds, Murata squatted down and said seriously: "I don't keep a dog."

The puppy whined twice and rubbed its head against Murata's umbrella handle.Murata ruthlessly removed the handle of the umbrella, trying to reason with the dog: "I really don't have a dog, it's too troublesome."

"And I'm Birdie."

The puppy looked at Murata innocently, as if he didn't understand what he said at all.With a tense face, Murata held the umbrella in his arms: "But I can buy you something to eat, and then accompany you here to hide from the rain. How about it, am I very loyal?"

The puppy tilted his head, looked at Murata for a while, and suddenly took a step further, as if he was about to rub on Murata's trouser legs.Murata bounced back like a spring, his back against the wall: "Don't come here, don't touch me."

But it was clear that his refusal had no effect on the puppy.The puppy continued to approach step by step.

Just when the wet puppy was about to touch the legs of Murata's trousers, a slender palm dripping with water grabbed the back of the puppy's neck and lifted it from the ground.

Murata, who had escaped, heaved a sigh of relief, looked up, and saw Fu Heihui, who was as wet as a puppy.

His original black sea urchin-like hair was completely wet and drooped, sticking to his cheeks and ears, and his clothes were also soaked. The white shirt stuck to his thin body, outlining the boy's figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist. See the contours of the pecs and abs.

The dense eyelashes drooped slightly, and the dark green eyes shone like gems immersed in water.

The puppy was picked up by Fu Heihui, struggled a few times, kicked his legs indiscriminately, and threw the dirty water all over his body.Fu Heihui didn't mind, just looked at Murata: "Are you afraid of dogs?"

Murata straightened his back: "I'm not afraid, I just hid because I found it troublesome."

Fu Heihui was silent.He put the puppy a little further away, and walked up to Murata.When he approached Murata, the tips of his hair were still dripping.

The water flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and then hung on his chin like he was about to fall.

Until Fu Heihui walked in front of Murata, the few drops of water fell with a 'click' and fell into the boy's collarbone socket.

The distance between the two instantly shortened, and the damp water vapor from Fu Heihui's body soaked into Murata's body.He subconsciously took out a handkerchief from his haori pocket and handed it to Fu Heihui: "Wipe your face...?"

Fu Heihui took the handkerchief and wiped his face.He looked down at the handkerchief, the merchant's name was embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief; the name Fu Heihui was no stranger to him, it was a supermarket wholesale brand, the kind that bought five and got one free.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Heihui sneezed, and his eyes were a little red.

Murata was taken aback, and quickly raised his hand to touch Fu Heihui's forehead—and then touched his own forehead.Fu Heihui's forehead was colder than his, and Murata couldn't figure out why even after touching it.

He frowned: "You're all soaked...Go to my brother's house to change first, and then take a hot bath."

Fu Heihui was taken aback: "Your brother?"

Murata: "My brother just lives near here, and I slept at his house yesterday, and I'm going back to Tokyo today."

Fu Heihui wasn't ready yet, she was a little nervous, her fingers curled up to touch the corner of her dripping clothes, and she whispered, "Your brother..."

Murata glanced at the phone and said, "He should be looking at pigs at this point. I guess he won't be able to come back before it gets dark."

Fu Heihui: "...?"

I don't really understand, but I was shocked.

Murata skillfully explained to Fu Heihui: "My brother's university belongs to the Ministry of Agriculture, and he often has to run around in the farmland. His final homework seems to be related to the breeding and growth of pigs, so I often have to watch his 'homework' recently. '."

As the rain outside gradually subsided, Murata opened his umbrella and prepared to leave with Fu Heihui.At this time, the dog that was carried away by Fu Heihui ran over again.

This time it didn't entangle Murata anymore, but instead entangled Fu Heihui, hugged the boy's calf and bit it twice, holding all four legs together and refusing to let go.

Fu Heihui looked down at the dog hugging her calf, and the puppy stared at him pitifully with bright black eyes.Murata had a headache: "It's blackmailing people."

Fu Heihui: "...Murata, is it convenient for your brother to bring a dog in?"

Murata was taken aback, then raised his head: "Do you want to raise it?"

Fu Heihui sighed: "I don't have that plan, but I can take it in first, and then slowly find an owner for it. Now it's raining too much, and it's so small, it might not survive if I don't take it back."

Murata didn't know much about dogs, so it was impossible for him to easily judge the approximate age of dogs like Fu Heihui.He touched his chin and said, "I'll send a message to ask him."

He took out his mobile phone and sent Xia Ji a text message, and he received a reply soon.Murata turned off the phone and said, "My brother said yes, just don't put the dog in the study."

He bent down to pick up the dog and stuffed it into the haori: "Okay, okay, let's go. Don't catch a cold."

Fortunately, Xia Ji's house was indeed very close, and the two arrived there within a short walk.Murata opened the door with the spare key, and pushed Hei Hui into the bathroom: "Go take a hot bath first."

Fu Heihui: "...don't you wash it first?"

Murata shrugged and said, "I'm not as badly wet as you, so hurry up and wash, don't waste time."

After closing the bathroom door, Murata found a dry towel to wipe off the water on the puppy, and put him in the guest room.

Xia Ji's clothes, Fuhei, definitely can't be worn, and Xia Ji is taller than Murata.Fortunately, there were some clothes that Murata changed daily in the guest room. He found a clean set of long sleeves and slacks, and carried them to the bathroom door: "Fu Hei, I'll hang the clothes for you at the door."

Fu Heihui's slightly lowered voice came from the bathroom: "Okay."

The voice was separated by a layer of walls and mist, and came over indistinctly.Murata couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his ears, muttering, "It's so itchy..."

"It's weird."

Although it is impossible to take a hot bath, it is impossible for Murata to wait for Fuhei in wet clothes.He changed his clothes first, and then found a hair dryer to dry his hair.

The sound of the hair dryer quickly covered the eardrums, but Murata was not paying attention when drying his hair, and even had time to think about other things.

What kind of mood was he thinking when Fu Hei said he was coming to find him?

You came to me because I wanted to see you.Or did you come because you wanted to see me too?

It's strange that Murata never thought about such troublesome issues before.He has always avoided trouble, and walked around when he saw it.

He has always believed that as long as he goes around far enough, troubles will not bother him.But this iron law seems to have become useless in Fu Heihui.Murata took the initiative to find trouble for himself, and was unable to come up with an answer.

Murata was distracted, and was hit on the head by the blower outlet unexpectedly.The scalding wind blows by, he 'hiss'

With a sound, he quickly turned off the hair dryer.

The short black hair that just reached the chin has been blown into a mess, Murata scratched it casually, and barely restored the usual hairstyle.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Heihui came out.He was wearing Murata's black long sleeves and light brown slacks. The long sleeves had a round neck that exposed his collarbone.

He wiped his hair with a dry towel, his eyelashes drooped, and his dark green pupils shone with light.

Wiping off the excess moisture, Fu Heihui approached Murata and stretched out his hand.Murata put his hand up subconsciously—the two looked at each other, and Fu Heihui showed a helpless expression: "I want a hair dryer to blow my hair."

Murata quickly withdrew his hand, put the hair dryer on, and muttered softly, "I thought you wanted to hold my hand by the way."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He turned on the hair dryer to dry his hair, and the only sound left in the room was the sound of the hair dryer.The puppy was a little afraid of the sound, and ran to hide under the bed.

Murata didn't bother to catch it, so he let him go, lazily slumped on the sofa in a daze.

The black hair was blown wildly by the hair dryer, and Fukuroi glanced at Murata quietly: He was not wearing a haori, nor was he wearing a high school uniform, an ordinary white long-sleeved hooded sweater, and black shorts below the knees——Fukuroi I always feel that the shorts are too loose, not like Murata's own pants.

But Murata, who is lounging in casual clothes, is kind of... pretty.

After only a few glances, Murata suddenly turned his head and looked over.Fu Heihui was startled, he didn't grasp the position of his hand properly, and hit his head on the blower outlet.

He hissed and subconsciously turned off the hair dryer.The half-dried hair drooped, casting scattered shadows on the boy's fair cheeks.His green pupils were widened with fright, and his long and thick eyelashes were upturned, as beautiful as a girl's eyelashes with mascara.

The two looked at each other, Murata was dazed and innocent: "What do you see me doing?"

Fu Heihui covered the place where he was hit by the hair dryer, and said in a low voice, "...it's nothing."

Murata moved towards Fu Heihui's direction.The two of them were originally sitting on the opposite ends of the sofa, but when Murata approached, the sofa next to Fu Heihui was partially sunken by him.

Fu Heihui felt a little nervous for no reason, and the hand holding the hair dryer was so hard that the knuckles turned slightly white.

The distance between the two drew closer, and Murata touched his chin, staring at Fu Heihui intently.Fu Heihui swallowed, and turned away: "What are you looking at?"

Murata: "Look at the eyelashes."

Fu Heihui: "...eyelashes?"

"do not move."

Fu Heihui immediately stayed in place nervously and stiffly, watching Murata's fingers approaching.The boy's fingers are not delicate, and when he gets close, he can see the thin calluses on his fingertips, and he can see his knuckles that are more obvious than ordinary people because of years of practice.

The fingers fluttered from his eyelashes, peeling off the white towel crumbs.

Murata twirled the towel crumbs on his fingertips, and muttered in a low voice: "My brother likes this kind of fluffy and soft towel. Every time after wiping his face, some fluff always hangs on his eyelashes. It's so troublesome..."

After rubbing off the crumbs of the towel, Murata raised his head and found Fukuroi still stiff in place.He froze: "Oh——"

Fu Heihui moved back stiffly, trying to pretend that nothing had happened: "Is it stained elsewhere?"

Murata shook his head: "No, I just think this atmosphere seems to be suitable for doing something."

Fu Heihui's body that had just relaxed a little, suddenly stiffened again.His nervous Adam's apple slid up and down gently, and his emerald green pupils gradually darkened: "It's suitable for... what to do?"

The door of the apartment was opened unexpectedly, Xia Ji opened the door and came in, wailing: "My pig! My pig, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)—they'd been stewed by the little brat raising corn next door!"

"Isn't it just that the final homework was eaten by pigs? Is he stewing my pigs? He is trying to drag me into the abyss of make-up exams together! Killing and killing people—eh? What are you two doing?"