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The two walked home, and Murata poured milk into a plate for the storm to eat. Fu Heihui took the opportunity to take a few photos, edited them and sent them to the stray animal rescue center, asking if they could help find adopters.

When he finished submitting the necessary information and went through the formalities before looking up, Murata had already come out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

He was wearing gray and blue striped pajamas and pajama shorts, showing his knees and calves.Murata's body is thin, but not skinny. You can see obvious and beautiful muscle lines in the exposed places.

A few drops of water that hadn't been wiped off the calf rolled down and smeared under the protruding bone of the ankle.

He wiped his hair and walked to Fu Heihui to sit down, approached naturally, turned slightly sideways: "Have you sent it yet?"

The smell of sea salt fragrance, as Murata approached, also squeezed into Fu Heihui's sense of smell.He paused with his hand on the phone screen, his ears became hot, and his voice became lower: "It's sent, but no one has replied yet."

Fu Heihui also used the same fragrance for bathing today, but the smell has faded after walking outside all afternoon.But Murata's smell is still fresh and clear, and the light and strong top notes and tail notes are entangled together, which makes Fu Heihui a little at a loss.

With a dry towel on his face, Murata said with the same complexion as usual, "It's not that fast. Before we find an adopter, I'll keep the storm on my side. I have a friend who goes to school here in Kyoto, and I have a lot of work to do." You can ask her to feed the storm sometime."

Fu Heihui let out an 'um', but didn't speak any more.He actually cared a little about the 'her' that Murata mentioned, but he felt that it was not good to ask too much.

Murata moved back, and the two separated a little.Fu Heihui's breathing was a little smoother than before, at this time Murata continued to talk while wiping her hair: "It's my senior sister in the gymnasium, she quite likes small animals, but she lives in the school dormitory now, so she can't raise them. Otherwise, I’ll ask her if she wants to raise her.”

While talking, Murata took out his mobile phone and typed, as if sending a message.

Fu Heihui lowered his eyelashes, let out a 'hmm', and then realized: Murata——are you explaining?

He was distracted thinking, when suddenly a mobile phone screen was handed in front of him.Fu Heihui was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Murata, who wiped his hair with a dry towel in one hand, and pouted at him: "Look at the screen of my mobile phone, my senior sister agreed."

Fu Heihui looked down and saw the conversation on the screen of his mobile phone.

[Murata: Sister, I picked up a stray dog. I haven't found an adopter yet, so I temporarily put it in the apartment here in Kyoto.But I may not be able to take care of it when I have a lot of classes. Can you please feed me when you are free?

Makoto: Puppy!

Makoto: No problem!

Mako: Hahaha Yoshiyuki also likes puppies.

Murata: I'm afraid he will be bitten by a dog.

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Zhenmo: Give me the address, and I'll get you the spare key?

Murata: [Address]

Murata: The spare key is in the carpet interlayer at the door, you can just go and get it.Later, I will buy some dog food and put it at home.

Murata: I invite you to dinner during the winter vacation.

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The chat record ends here, Fu Heihui is puzzled: "Why do you want to show me the chat record?"

Murata was also puzzled: "Don't I need to show you?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

With a dry cough, he pushed Murata's cell phone back: "I don't care."

Murata nestled into the sofa with his mobile phone in his arms, lazily put his calf on the armrest of the sofa, and leaned the back of his head on Fu Heihui's shoulder: "Maybe it's because we are in a relationship? I subconsciously feel that I should show you... I I don’t have any experience in love, so I don’t need to show you?”

Fu Heihui was silent for a moment, but he didn't push Murata's head away.

The rich and fresh sea salt aroma filled Fu Heihui's sense of smell again.He was hot and dizzy from the aroma, feeling inexplicably thirsty.

Murata didn't get a reply, and he didn't really care - he was always very good at stand-up comedy, and raised his neck to tease the storm who was struggling to climb onto the sofa.Whenever the storm was about to climb up, he would yell for refueling wickedly, while pressing down the sofa cushion with his hands, waiting for the puppy to slide down with a 'snap', and had a great time playing repeatedly.

Fu Heihui: "Murata... Rina."

It was rare for Murata to hear someone call his full name, he was stunned for two seconds to react, and his eyes shifted from 'Tempest' to Fu Heihui.

He originally wanted to move the back of his head, but he didn't lean on it, and fell down along Fu Heihui's shoulder and arm, hitting Fu Heihui's thigh.The height of the teenager's thighs was moderate, and because the muscles were not tense, Murata's head bounced when he fell.

What Fu Heihui was going to say was interrupted by this sudden change.The place where his thigh was pressed by Murata was slightly numb, and he was able to look at the confused Murata when he lowered his head——Murata seemed also very confused, with a face full of 'Why did I fall? ' expression.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Fu Heihui said, "...Why are you like a storm?"

Murata got up and touched the back of his head: "What's the same?"

Fu Heihui is serious: "The expression of falling."

Murata looked suspiciously at the storm rolling on the sofa, and retorted: "Impossible! The storm didn't look as good as me!"

He spoke so confidently, so confident that Fu Heihui wanted to laugh inexplicably.He felt that there was no need to be so serious in this kind of place——

Murata changed his posture, sat cross-legged, and leaned his back into the sofa cushion: "You can't change the facts even if you laugh, facts speak louder than words."

The topic jumped from 'Murata's senior sister' to 'Facts speak louder than words', and the whole process took less than 10 minutes.Fu Heihui repeated the previous topic resignedly: "I just wanted to say, should we change our address first when we are in a relationship?"

"Changing your name?"

Murata was taken aback, and touched his chin: "Ah, indeed, just like in the girl comics... If you have a good relationship, you should start by calling your name directly."

"—But it's weird, whether you call me Rina or I call you Kei, I always feel like I'm calling you a girl."

Fu Heihui was silent for a while, completely unable to find words to refute.After all, such things as names were not created by themselves, and there is no way to modify them if they are minors.

Whether it's 'Rina' or 'Mei', if you just call it on the street, it seems that it will only attract girls to turn around.It is precisely in order to avoid such trouble that Murata will avoid talking about his name.

Fu Heihui: "...do you care about this?"

"I don't care about it."

Murata thought for a while, and said honestly: "It's better to be afraid of trouble, because the special name will arouse the curiosity of others and cause trouble—this way."

Fu Heihui: "Well...then keep it as it is."

Murata: "Keep it as it is?"

Fu Heihui: "Well. It's just a title, we—"

"Is it this one?"

Murata held up the screen of the mobile phone to Fu Heihui, on which was the encyclopedia search interface.

Search terms: What should I do when I fall in love with a boy for the first time?

Gao Zan replied: Let’s start with changing the title!Calling the other party's name directly may have a miraculous effect, and it can quickly shorten the distance between the two.

Fu Heihui, who just finished searching: "..."

A sense of shame like a public execution welled up, and he fell silent for a short while.Murata was still holding the phone screen, and the two looked at each other—Fu Heihui rubbed her hair, giving up on herself: "Well, it's this one."

Murata thought: "It turns out that you want to fall in love like this...then I'll call you Hui from now on."

"You can call me Rina, or you can call me Ali like my family."

Fu Heihui: "...Ah Li."

Murata bent his eyes: "It's very similar to the name of the fox in the cartoon, right? When I was a child, I even put stickers on it on the pencil case."

Fu Heihui was at a loss: "What cartoon?"

Murata: "Huh? Haven't you seen it? It's a short animated film by The Flower Planter. I watched it a lot when I was a child. I still have the disc at home... I'll look for it. My brother might have it too."

He ran to the LCD screen, opened the drawer, and there were various breeding and agricultural information sheets stacked in colorful colors.Murata flipped through the bottom without disturbing the original order of the expansion pack—then he pulled out a thin disc from the bottom: "Found it!"

The disc is wrapped in a warm yellow paper envelope, with a red fox without a tail on the cover.

Murata turned around and excitedly raised the CD in Fu Heihui's hand: "Want to watch it?"

That fox is a simple Q version, it looks like the type that only kindergarteners would watch.Fu Heihui stared at the star eyes of the red fox for a while, then nodded: "Look."

So Murata put the CD into the DVD player and plugged the cable into/on the display.

After the animation began to appear on the screen, he ran back in two or three steps and squeezed to Fu Heihui's side: "It's started, it's started."

The shoulders of the two were next to each other, and Murata whispered: "I remember the first episode as if it was a wooden man..."

It turns out that Murata has a good memory, and the first episode really tells the story of the wooden man.Because it is an animation several years ago, and it is obviously sub-directed, the plot is childish and short, and each episode is very short.

The dubbing is still in Chinese, but there are Japanese subtitles underneath.

After playing three episodes in a row, Murata scratched his head wondering: "Is this cartoon originally about such childish things?"

Fu Heihui was speechless: "...Because it was originally an animation directed by the child, right?"

Murata: "I don't know why, but when I was young, I always thought it was a very reasonable and powerful animation..."

"There must be something like that? Childhood filter or something. Doesn't Megumi have one?"

Fu Heihui recalled his short childhood, and said: "I have no memory, I didn't watch animation very often when I was young, because I knew it was all fake."

Murata: "Do you not watch Doraemon?"

Fu Heihui thought about it seriously: "I've seen this. When I was young, the teacher would organize to show this kind of cartoon... It seems that Astro Boy is not allowed."

Murata was curious: "Primary school teacher?"

Fu Heihui shook his head: "Of course it's a kindergarten teacher. Elementary school is about to start classes, so it's impossible to give students such things..."

Murata shrugged: "I haven't been to kindergarten yet."

Fu Heihui was stunned: "Have you never been to kindergarten?"

Murata: "Yeah, before I went to elementary school, I lived in a dojo in the country. I went to elementary school very late, and there is no such thing as a kindergarten in my impression."

Fu Heihui guessed: "Is it because you want to practice sword?"

Murata blinked, and brought this topic up with a casual sentence: "Part of the reason is for practicing swords, and more of the reason is for recuperation... The environment in my hometown in the countryside is better, and my parents think it is more suitable for children to grow up. Bar."

The two chatted about something unrelated to the content of the animation.It's obviously very trivial, like nonsense, but when it comes out of the other party's mouth, it seems vivid and cute for no reason.

For example, the boring content shown on TV, such as the red fox with no tail...

Fu Heihui has never been a talkative person, but the strange thing is that when talking nonsense with Murata, he talked more.Unknowingly, Fu Heihui also slightly mentioned her past.

After his parents disappeared for no reason, he and Tsumiki spent their short childhood together, what happened in school.

They chatted for a long time without knowing it, and the surrounding light became very dim. Fu Heihui had just finished answering Murata's last question when suddenly his shoulders were heavy.He looked sideways and saw that Murata's shoulders were lowered, his whole body was crooked in the gap between his shoulder blades and the back of the sofa, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes closed, and his breathing was even.

He fell asleep.

An unintelligible language came from the TV, and a faint blue light fell on the side of Murata's face.His short black hair fell loose, and his eyelashes cast shadows on his pale skin.

Fu Heihui tentatively moved his shoulders slightly, and Murata immediately frowned, muttering something in his dream.Fu Heihui stopped his movements and leaned against him casually.

The colorful lights coming in from the window and the light and shadow of the car lights flickering from time to time brushed the shoulders and brows of the two of them.

The faint whistle of the car came in through the window, faintly.

Quiet and loud.

Paved the room.

Fu Heihui sat in this staggered and drowsy light and shadow, but her heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.The second hand of the wall clock ticked slowly, and his and Murata's arms were close to each other, and through the fabric of two layers of pajamas, Murata's body temperature was slightly higher than his.

Murata's hand rested casually on the side of the sofa, fingers curled up naturally.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, and in the night, he lightly hooked Murata's knuckles.

He slept soundly, but still kept a little vigilance.When he sensed that something was coming to hook his knuckles, Murata subconsciously grasped Fu Heihui's fingers—it seemed to be five fingers intertwined, or like red threads that overlapped and intertwined inadvertently.

Fu Heihui's heartbeat was added to the noisy voice.

He bent his legs and buried his face in the space between his knees, the tips of his ears uncovered by his black hair were red.Fu Heihui tried to pull his finger out, but Murata held it too tightly—Fu Heihui was afraid of waking him up, so he tried a little harder, but when he couldn't pull it out, he simply gave up.

Xia Ji yawned and returned home, and glanced at his watch at the door: "It's already 11:30... Alas, the agricultural students are suffering, the pigs I raised have been stewed, and I have to be responsible for eating them, which is killing me. "

He opened the door and was dazzled by the only light source in the dark room.When I looked closely, I saw that the TV was still on.

However, the CD has been played, and there are only options dialog boxes for 'Replay' and 'Exit' on the big screen.

Xia Ji walked into the room, and by the blue light of the LCD screen, he also noticed the teenagers sleeping on the sofa cuddling each other.

Both of them slept very quietly, their postures were well-behaved and well-behaved, their shoulders and heads were next to each other, and they were breathing evenly.Murata was still holding Fu Heihui's hand, probably because the temperature of Murata's palm was too high, covering the back of Fu Heihui's hand with a little crimson.

Xia Ji lightly turned off the LCD screen, took out the air conditioner from the room and covered the two of them.His movements were very light, and none of the teenagers were awakened.

It was already dark outside, and the crowds were intertwined.In a certain window where the lights have been turned off, young boys sleep next to each other, their chaotic and fragmented dreams broken into many pieces.

There is a past they chatted about before bedtime, and there is a future they haven't talked about.