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After sending Fu Heihui away, Murata went back by himself.

The life of a conjurer is always very busy. In addition, Murata has to make up cultural courses from time to time, so his life is quite fulfilling.Although I have a boyfriend, but because it is a long-distance relationship, when I am busy, I still send messages or call each other more often.

Fu Heihui was about to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination, and he didn't have enough time.Thanks to their busy schedules, the two of them had no time to feel that they were being left out by their partner——

Stormy's adoption notice has not been left a message. After discussing with Fu Heihui, Murata still kept the dog.

Time quickly ran through the end of autumn and the beginning of winter in a busy manner, and the winter vacation and spring vacation came one after another.Murata's winter vacation is a week later than other schools, but he can not accept tasks during winter vacation and spring vacation, so he can barely bear the extra week of staying in school.

During the winter vacation, Murata's family will go back to the countryside for the New Year. Murata bids farewell to his classmates, and after the farewell, he will bid farewell to his friends in Tokyo.Busy packing up things, making an appointment with everyone for the holidays and keeping in touch more often.

Everyone welcomes Murata to come and play during the Chinese New Year—except Zenyuan Zhenyi.She didn't even mention the Zenyuan family, and she was very silent when she went back, and left coldly with her bag on her back.

Murata's hometown is not in Tokyo, but in a more remote mountain.

It is said that the location was chosen by the great-great-grandfather, and the neighbors are very kind. Going back three generations, they are basically colleagues with Murata's great-great-grandfather.

In Murata's memory, that mountain is very deep purple all year round.The wisteria flowers on the mountain are in full bloom all year round, and the exaggerated and strong flower fragrance permeates the whole mountain.

Below the mountain is a field, a very vast field.It is said that it was part of the compensation given by his superiors after the great-great-grandfather retired, but because Murata's great-great-grandfather passed away relatively early, most of these things cannot be verified.

The car drove through the dirt road between the fields and headed up the mountain. Murata put on a mask in advance to avoid sneezing due to the smell of flowers.

The field outside the window was bare, leaving only black land and a small amount of unmelted snow.He propped his chin on one hand and looked outside, because it was too familiar, but it couldn't arouse any good associations.

When it comes to his hometown, most of what Murata recalls are more rigorous training and stricter work and rest.

And every time I go to the blacksmith's house to repair the knife, I will be scolded by him for a long time.

"arrive!"

His father's voice came from the front driver's seat. Murata opened the door and went down to help move things together.

There is a long fence outside the house in my hometown.But the original color of the wall can no longer be seen, only the wisteria is thickly covered, flowing to the ground like a waterfall.

Murata and his two older brothers carried the luggage in and put them in their respective rooms.

Murata's room is the largest, covered by dense wisteria flowers on all sides, soaked in a fragrance all year round.He opened the closet to ventilate, and there were crowded winter clothes hanging inside.

A casual glance at Murata shows that there are more of them. During his absence, grandma probably secretly bought clothes for him again.

The old man always has thousands of excuses to be nice to you, and he is too embarrassed to even refuse.

After tidying up his room, Murata put on his mask again and went out. At the door, he met his second brother, Murata Qianyu, who was wearing a black woolen coat, wrapped tightly against the door frame and waiting for Murata.

Murata raised an eyebrow.

Qianyu understood, and whispered: "The third aunt is here, and I'm chatting with my mother in the hall, don't go there now, or I will drag you to perform a live performance of exorcising the curse later."

When Murata heard the name of 'Third Aunt', she suddenly felt a toothache.He also whispered, "Where's big brother?"

Qianyu showed a sad expression: "In the hall, I explained to my relatives how to raise pigs."

Murata: "...so miserable."

"so--"

Qianyu is old-fashioned: "Didn't I run away to inform you? Let's go, let's go to the backyard dojo to roast sweet potatoes. I'm hungry."

The two hit it off and ran to the dojo around the road.

Although it is a dojo in the countryside, it has not declined, and the children in the neighborhood will come to play.The ashram was not opened by the Murata family, but a joint venture of several families in the last years of the Taisho era—it’s just that the family members of those families died or moved away one after another, and the remaining Murata family became useless. Arguing curator.

Qianyu and Murata were warmly welcomed as soon as they entered.

Instructing the children to go to the kitchen to steal sweet potatoes, Murata came back after breaking off dead branches and leaves, took out a lighter from Haori's pocket and lit it.He held it well, not fully lit, the fire smothered under the leaves and branches.

Qianyu skillfully picked out the sweet potatoes, counted them per head, and stuffed them into the fire.He glanced at the lighter that Murata still held in his hand: "Are you still smoking?"

Murata shook his head like a rattle: "I quit it, I quit it earlier."

Qianyu: "A lighter?"

Murata: "Keep the roasted sweet potatoes."

……

The sweet potatoes baked first were shared among the children, and Murata and Qianyu ate the second wave.

It's obviously an ordinary sweet potato, but after passing it through Qianyu's hands, it is more fragrant and sweeter than other people's roasted ones. Murata probably can understand the difference between the heat and the position of roasted sweet potatoes, but he can't identify sweet potatoes.

In his eyes, all dishes seem to be about the same way home.

The two were peeling sweet potatoes when Murata's cell phone rang suddenly.He wiped his second brother's clothes with his right hand—Qianyu was furious: "My coat!"

Murata: "It's all black and doesn't show color. My white haori is not easy to wash after wiping hands."

While he was talking, he turned on his phone, and it was indeed a message from Fu Heihui.

【Fu Heihui: Going home.

Fu Heihui: 【Snowing photo.jpg】

Murata: It’s snowing in Saitama!

Fuguro Hui: Tokyo is also snowing.

Murata:!You all know this?

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Fugurohui: I followed the weather forecast in Tokyo and Kyoto. 】

Murata laughed as he ate, the tip of his nose and around his mouth were covered with black ashes from roasted sweet potatoes.Qianyu was startled by his sudden smile, and jumped long like a rabbit: "Ah Li, don't laugh like that, I'm so disgusted."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Qianyu.

Qianyu nodded again and again: "Yes! That's the way you look at your defeated opponent! It's normal for you to look like this."

Murata stood up, holding his own sweet potato: "I didn't smile at you again."

He picked a place away from his second brother, and continued to send messages to Fu Heihui.

[Murata: Wow

Murata: But I went back to my hometown, neither in Kyoto nor in Tokyo.

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Murata: Are you surprised or surprised?

Fu Heihui: ...

Murata: Dogs and rabbits cannot coexist.jpg

Fu Heihui: Dogs and rabbits can coexist.jpg]

[Murata: Hahaha Hui, are you just graduating from kindergarten?

Fu Heihui: ...

Murata: Saitama Prefecture is cooling down this afternoon, so wear more clothes.

Fu Heihui: Oh.

Fuguro Hui: You also pay attention to the weather forecast in Saitama Prefecture.

Murata: The dog has a mouthful of chirp.jpg]