Pure love DK is number one in the world

Yinshen: "...Who are you looking for?"

Murata: "Just my boyfriend, didn't I confess my love when I left Saitama?"

Yinshen was shocked and almost drove the motorcycle into the ditch next to him.He was stunned: "Are you really together? No, he really promised you?"

Murata was dissatisfied: "Don't tell me how incredible my relationship is, okay?"

Yinshen thought to himself that it was——it was incredible!

He didn't pay much attention to this matter before, because he felt that Murata would not succeed if he confessed.But I never expected that people are talking about it now.

He let out a long sigh, and said earnestly: "Be kinder to others, it's not easy for a normal person to fall in love with you."

Murata: "?"

I think you're implicating me and have proof.

Yinshen drove very fast, and arrived at the place where Fu Heihui lived in a short time.He stopped the car, Murata jumped out from the back seat, took off the helmet and returned it to Yinshin.

Yinshen caught the helmet thrown by him firmly: "I'll take Xia Yu to have supper, remember to call me when you're done."

Murata waved to him: "I know."

After parting from Yinshin and the others, Murata took out his mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Fu Heihui.He just took out his mobile phone when Fu Heihui called.

This subtle tacit understanding made Murata inexplicably happy, and when he answered the phone, his tone was much lighter: "I just wanted to send you a message!"

Fu Heihui's voice followed the floating signal: "Where are you now?"

Murata looked up and looked around, and his eyes fell on the nearest dark blue road sign: "Sanli Town. Why do you think there are Sanli Town everywhere?"

Fu Heihui sighed: "I see, wait for me where I am. I'll come to you."

Murata belatedly realized that his "surprise" was in vain.He was about to say something else to make amends, but Fu Heihui hung up the phone - Murata looked at the suddenly black screen of the phone, scratched his head, and whispered to himself: "It seems that next time I can't just hang up the phone casually It's..."

He thought he would have to wait at least ten minutes, but before the phone was warmed up, Murata saw Fu Heihui appearing at the end of the road.

Fu Heihui came over on a bicycle, his short black hair was blown to one side by the night wind.He parked the car next to Murata, tilted his body slightly, and when he stepped on the ground with one foot, a few snowflakes rolled down from the tip of his hair.

When Murata saw him, he couldn't help laughing, put his hands in his coat pockets, and said, "You..."

He just started his head, and then a sneeze immediately interrupted the next words.Fu Heihui watched Murata cover his mouth and sniff his nose, thinking it was funny and cute.

He reached out and touched Murata's cold face, and said, "It's so cold."

Murata defended himself: "I didn't sneeze when I was cold, but I choked on the smell of flowers."

Fu Heihui: "...It seems that there are no flowers blooming this season."

"Of course there is! Here, I brought you a special product from my hometown."

Murata took out his hand from his pocket and unzipped his jacket.A faint scent of flowers evaporated from the inside of the black jacket, which was warm and soft by him.

Inside his coat, there are large clusters of gentle and warm purple - wisteria flowers.

They are in full bloom against the seasons, snuggled softly inside Murata's coat, and were taken all the way from the mountains to Saitama County by him, spanning time and regions, and finally blooming brilliantly in front of Megumi Fukuro.

Fu Heihui unconsciously breathed lightly, lowered his eyes, and lightly touched the delicate petals with his fingers: "...I saw wisteria blooming in winter for the first time."

Murata smiled brightly and said, "Then you can come to my house as a guest next spring break, and then you will see wisteria flowers every winter."

See wisteria flowers every year.

We meet every year.

Fu Heihui's heart was suddenly wrapped in this brilliant purple and became soft.When he looked up at Murata again, he looked helpless.

He thought: How can there be such a lovely person in the world?

At night, the cold wind blows across the mountains and rivers, running here just to let him see a bunch of flowers.

But Fu Heihui was moved by this bouquet of flowers.For Murata, it seemed that he was only driven by intuition and did not need a reason. When reflected in front of Fu Heihui, the lethality doubled.

Because such a lovely person is rushing towards him.

Murata took the brilliant purple out of the clothes, Fukuro Megumi got a glimpse of the whole picture of the bouquet: it was actually not a bouquet, but a garland woven with wisteria flowers.

The plump strings of wisteria flowers were tightly woven into the rattan canes. Because there were too many flowers, they trembled and trembled. When they were covered by Murata's clothes, they looked like a large bouquet of flowers.

Murata raised his hand and placed the wreath on Fu Heihui's head: "Happy New Year--a New Year's gift for you in advance!"

"It's true that I might not be able to come out on the day of the Chinese New Year. I have to have dinner with my family to celebrate the new year, so I will give it to you in advance."

The flowers pressed against Fu Heihui's soft black hair.The vision in front of him was covered with a gentle purple layer, and he was stunned.

Murata laughed, and pushed the garland back with his fingers: "I haven't put it on properly, I'll adjust the position for you."

He leaned closer to adjust the position of the wreath, and there was a warm scent of flowers on his body that hadn't dissipated.Now that exactly the same fragrance of flowers dyed Fu Heihui's body again.

The fragrance of flowers that does not match the season spreads warmly.

Because Fu Heihui was sitting on the bicycle, Murata had to bow his head slightly to accommodate his height.He moved the garland back and skillfully found the most suitable position: "This way it will be right!"

Fu Heihui raised his eyes, and Murata's chin and lips were dangling in front of his eyes - when Murata spoke, his lips opened and closed, and the warm breath covered his eyelashes.

The street lamp casts from behind Murata, the warm yellow light spreads bright colors on the edges of his clothes and hair.At this moment, Fu Heihui's heart was beating very fast, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He raised his head and approached Murata, almost kissing Murata's chin, or the soft lips.Because of the movement of raising his head, the wreath rolled down from Fu Heihui's head and fell into the hood of his coat.

At the same time, there was the sound of fireworks going off above their heads.

Brilliant fireworks spread out in the dark blue sky, colorfully blooming.Murata raised his head to watch the fireworks, and his chin flashed against the corner of Fu Heihui's lips.

He was too frank, unaware of the ambiguity, and excitedly tugged on Heihui's sleeves: "Set off the fireworks!"

Fu Heihui: "...um."

Fu Heihui silently picked up the wreath, put it in his arms, and looked up at the fireworks.

It is a firework that I watch every year, so Fu Heihui doesn't think there is anything interesting about it.He only glanced at the fireworks, and unconsciously moved his eyes to Murata next to him - Murata was watching the fireworks very seriously, the color of the fireworks was reflected in the plum red pupils.

His normally pale face was blushing a little at this moment, with one hand resting on the back seat of Fu Heihui's bicycle, with a soft smile on his lips.

The last bit of light from the fireworks was also burnt out, Murata breathed out a breath of white air, and put his hands back into his coat pockets again: "The fireworks are over, I'm so hungry, shall we go for supper?"

Fu Heihui looked away before Murata looked over.He looked down at the time and said, "It's still early... Do you want to go to my house? It's very close to here, and I can cook you some supper."

Murata: "Okay! Then will you give me a ride or should I give you a ride?"

He was eager to try, and looked very eager to try.Fu Heihui looked at Murata's expectant expression, coughed dryly, and reminded: "I am riding a single-person bicycle, and I will be arrested by the traffic police for carrying people."

Murata: "..."

Fu Heihui: "So, let's go back."

Murata was a little disappointed, but soon he became happy again, stepped on the line of the sidewalk, and said, "Okay, let's walk back together slowly."

"Don't worry about Tsumiki?"

Fu Heihui: "She went to play at a classmate's house."

Murata: "Huh? Isn't that just a coffee scene?"

Fu Heihui was taken aback for a moment, almost thinking that she had heard wrong.He stared at Murata with wide eyes. Murata didn't seem to know how amazing what he said, so he mentioned something casually and then went on to say something else.

Fu Heihui was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty: "Ah Li."

Murata looked up at him: "Huh?"

Fu Heihui: "...What is the plot of drinking coffee?"

Murata explained: "It's the plot of a TV series. A man and a woman in a relationship go home on a date. After the boy sends the girl to the door, the girl invites the boy to sit down on the pretext of drinking coffee. At this time, the girl happens to have no one at home, so she can create A space for two people to be alone.”

"However, in general, the story of drinking coffee will turn into a home run later on..."

Fu Heihui's ears burned, and he interrupted Murata's outrageous speech in embarrassment: "I didn't mean that."

Murata was at a loss: "What do you mean?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

"Ben, home run—I didn't mean that."

When he said this, Fu Heihui still had the ruthless and cool expression on his face, only his ears were very red.Murata froze for a moment, then realized: "You don't want to hit a home run with me?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

It always feels like the two people are not talking about the same topic.

When Fu Hei Huimeng went back to primary school to lead Gojo Satoru, he had headaches as well.

Murata is harder to deal with than Gojo Satoru—Gojo Satoru, who just graduated from high school, is just annoying people to death at most. Even if Murata can piss you off to death, he doesn't necessarily know where you are angry.

Pressing his own temple, Fu Heihui put the wreath on Murata's head.After he put down the garland, he moved his hand up, pressed Murata's head, and turned his face away.Murata didn't know why, but he didn't have the strength to reject Fu Heihui, and turned his head to look at the bare branches next to him that had lost all their leaves.

At this time, Fu Heihui's slightly lowered voice came to his ears: "I don't... don't want to hit a home run with you. But not now."

Murata was surprised: "Of course not now."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Feeling shy and lonely.

Brother Ku's ears were no longer red, and his heart became calm.He let go of the hand holding Murata's hair: "You suddenly mentioned home runs, I thought you wanted to..."

Murata raised his hand to touch the garland on his head, and casually took up the conversation: "Oh, that——because I was watching an urban emotional drama with my mother recently, I subconsciously thought of it."

The two walked through the street, the community center, the swings they used to swing together, the steps where they sat and ate ice cream together this summer, and finally returned to the downstairs of Fu Heihui's house.

Fu Heihui parked the bicycle downstairs and locked it, took Murata upstairs, and then took out the key from his jacket pocket to open the door; his house was an old-fashioned door lock, and when the key was inserted/entered, there would be a slight metal friction sound.

The door opened, and Fu Heihui took out a pair of gray slippers and put them at Murata's feet: "Put on my slippers first."

Murata: "Oh—"

The two changed their shoes at the door and entered the house, and Murata looked around the house curiously.

The living room is not big, but everything is neatly arranged, exuding a strong atmosphere of life.In addition to the living room, there are two rooms, which should be the rooms of Fu Heihui and his sister Tsumiji.

In addition, there is an independent kitchen and balcony. There are a few wet clothes hanging on the balcony, and the lights of Wanjia outside the balcony can be vaguely seen.

Fu Heihui took off his coat, took off the wreath on Murata's head, and hung it on the hanger.

He opened the refrigerator and looked inside: "Do you want noodles? There is also a box of ribs and vegetables in the refrigerator, I can cook some noodles for you."

Murata also took off his coat, sat on the sofa, and sat very obediently: "Eat!"

Fu Heihui rolled up the sleeves above the forearm, took out the ribs and vegetables, and took out another box of bread rolls, and handed it to Murata: "Eat some first, to pad your stomach."

"have you had your dinner?"

Murata took the cake roll and opened it: "I ate it, but I ate early, and I'm really hungry now. Do you want it?"

He broke the cake roll into two halves, and gestured to Fu Heihui with his eyes.Fu Heihui glanced at him, then lowered his head, and bit off the half cake roll from Murata's hand.

The corner of Fu Heihui's lips touched Murata's finger, and it was instantly broken.

Fu Heihui was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and Murata was lying on the sofa eating bread rolls.After eating the bread rolls in a few bites, Murata couldn't stay idle, and ran to the kitchen door to poke his head: "Hui."

Fu Heihui was busy fishing for ribs without looking back: "Huh?"

Murata also rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and said, "Do you want me to help?"

Fu Heihui sneaked out of his busy schedule and glanced at Murata.Murata's face was full of sincerity—it was hard for him to refuse, so he thought for a moment, pointed at the vegetables and said, "Pick the leaves for me."

Murata responded happily: "Okay!"

Although he is not good at cooking, Murata thinks he is absolutely proficient in this kind of thing. He opened the box of vegetables and prepared to break it according to his usual experience.

But after opening the box, Murata looked at the completely unfamiliar vegetables inside, and fell into a daze: green vegetables... how does green vegetables look like?

Aren't the vegetables very green one by one?

Why is there a little yellow flower on this green vegetable?Oil, rapeseed?

He quietly glanced at Fu Heihui, who was still processing the ribs.Seeing Fu Heihui's skillful movements, Murata felt extremely ashamed.He bent his arm and carefully touched Fu Heihui's calf——Fu Heihui lowered his eyes: "Huh?"

Murata raised the handful of green vegetables in his hand, with a serious expression, and honestly confessed: "I don't know this green vegetable, and I don't know how to handle it."

Fu Heihui was startled, then laughed out loud.He squatted down opposite Murata, a little helpless: "Young master, you are a bit serious about not dividing grains."

Murata lowered his head and poked the rapeseed flowers on top of the green vegetables, frowning worriedly.

Fu Heihui took the green vegetables in his hand, and skillfully separated the main stem from the leaves; put the edible young leaves into the vegetable basket, and threw the old ones into the trash can together with the main stem.

Fu Heihui only folded a few noodles because he only needed to make noodles for two people.He stood up holding the vegetable basket, and Murata also stood up, with his hands behind his back, looking at Fu Heihui eagerly——

Fu Heihui was silent for a while, but in the end Murata kept staring at it, and pointed to the cupboard not far away: "Go and help me get two noodle bowls out to wash...don't drop the bowls."

Murata nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I am familiar with washing dishes!"

He ran over to get the bowl in three steps and two steps, and then put it in the sink to rinse.Murata did not lie in his last sentence. He is a skilled worker in washing dishes, and he washes dishes cleanly and quickly.

Fu Heihui put the noodles into the pot and closed the lid: "You can eat it later."

Murata approached and asked curiously, "Don't the vegetables go into the pot?"

Fu Heihui: "Vegetables cook quickly, just boil them in a pot."

Murata suddenly realized: "That's it, Huihao is amazing and knows everything."

Fu Heihui, whose culinary skill level has been maintained at the level of starving himself, was suddenly praised and couldn't help coughing.

He switched the spoon from his left hand to his right, feeling a little awkward, and then switched back to his left: "... so-so."

The two stood stupidly waiting in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the sound of the key turning from the door lock.

At this time, because she was worried about her younger brother staying at home alone, she declined her friends. When Tsumiji returned home, she smelled the aroma of ribs and noodles as soon as she opened the door.She stood at the door in a daze for a moment, and saw white gas rolling out of the kitchen and spreading throughout the living room.

Tsumiji walked to the door of the kitchen, and saw two 1.7-meter-tall teenagers with serious faces standing in the billowing oily smoke.They stared at the steaming pot with the serious eyes of studying a university project.

Murata: "Are you familiar?"

Fu Heihui: "Cook again, wait for 2 minutes."

Tsumiji said: "What are you doing?"

"..."

When the two turned their heads, they were both taken aback.Tsumiji was at a loss, watching the two big boys cooking noodles and deliberately rolled up their sleeves and trousers, cooking noodles as a prelude to a gang fight.

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, she squeezed into the kitchen and pushed the two away: "Why is there no sauce for the noodles? Hui, give me the soy sauce and oyster sauce."

"Murata-kun, could I trouble you to bring a small bowl from the cupboard?"

Murata/Fukurohui: "Okay..."

As soon as Tsumiji entered the kitchen, both Murata and Fushiguro became vassals.It wasn't until the noodles were poured into the bowls that the two of them went out with the bowls and sat down around the table to start eating.

After tidying up, Tsumiji came out, looked at Murata and Fukui Hui who were eating together head to head with a smile, and said, "Did Murata-kun come here to play with Hui on purpose?"

Murata swallowed the ribs with difficulty, nervously: "Yes."

"You two have a really good relationship."

Jin Meiji sat down next to the two of them, happy that Yu Fu Heihui made a good friend who could take home: "It's so late, why don't you sleep at our house tonight?"

"I'll add another quilt to Hui's bed later..."

Fu Heihui suddenly choked on these words, covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Murata was choked by the ribs, and then coughed.

Seeing that the two started coughing at the same time, Tsumiji showed a tolerant smile: "You really have a tacit understanding."

Murata didn't dare to eat the noodles, and stammered, "I, I can't stay out overnight, I'm going home now..."

Tsumiji thought that Murata was nervous, and was about to comfort him—suddenly, Fu Heihui pushed the bowl in front of her eyes and stood up: "I'll take you downstairs."

Murata stood up quickly: "Okay, okay, sister, I will come again next time, see you bye sister."

Tsumiji looked at Fu Heihui sending Murata out in doubt, puzzled, and whispered: "Is Murata-kun so shy?"

After a while, Fu Heihui came back.

He was still carrying the bitter cold outside, and his face was frozen with a layer of light red.Tsumiji poked her head out of the kitchen with an unwashed bowl, and said, "Murata-kun is going back alone? It's getting late now, why don't you take him a long way?"

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the tip of his shoe: "His family came to pick him up."

"...Tsu Miki."

Tsumiji looked at him suspiciously: "Huh?"

Fu Heihui raised his eyes, and his blue eyes looked directly at her: "Murata is not my friend, he is my boyfriend."

The bowl in Jin Meiji's hand dropped to the floor, she didn't have time to pick it up, she was stunned: "...what?"

Fu Heihui straightened his back, like a gambler who knew he was doing something wrong but wanted to continue, and he repeated calmly: "Murata and I are not friends. We are in a relationship. "