Pure love DK is number one in the world

Murata and Fu Heihui separated at the intersection, he sent a message to Yinshen, Yinshen asked Murata to wait where he was, and he asked Xia Yu to pick him up.

Although the temperature is a little lower in winter, Murata feels that it is not bad.When he was training, he would often take off his shirt and go into the mountains in winter—suddenly a little clean white fell on his eyelashes, Murata blinked, and the cold touch spread from the eyelashes to the eyelids.

He realized that it was snowing, and stretched out his hand, a few small snowflakes fell on his palm, and soon he was warmed by the temperature of his palm.

"Murata!"

Xia Yu ran to Murata's side, his face turned red from running so fast.Murata lowered his eyes and rubbed his head: "Just walk slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Xia Yu slowly adjusted her breathing, and replied in a daze, "Okay."

The two walked slowly down the road side by side.

Xia Yu: "Have you seen your boyfriend?"

Murata: "I see."

Xia Yu raised his head, and his red eyes, which were very similar in color to Murata's, revealed a thirst for knowledge: "Murata, what's it like to fall in love with someone? I want to know."

"Talking about love..."

Murata thought about it seriously, and said, "It feels like bubbling in the bones?"

Xia Yu was at a loss: "What does that feel like?"

Murata scratched his head and searched for adjectives distressedly: "It's just...you want to see him and stay with him. You can't share things with others, but you can share them with him. Things you wouldn't do before, you will know when you meet him." Do it for him."

"Maybe that's how it feels."

After listening to Murata's reply, Xia Yu fell into deep thought.The wind with fine snow was blowing in front of them, and the ground they walked was covered with a thin layer of snow.

After returning home, there is extra training, and then there is no supper.

After training, Murata was so sleepy that he took a shower and fell asleep under the covers.After sleeping for a while, he was dazed in the middle of the night, and he struggled to wake up from the vague dream, and sent Fu Heihui a good night.

The next morning, Murata ate breakfast and went out for a walk with his two older brothers.

There was nothing to go shopping in the village, so the three of them took a slow walk to the town—there were more shops in the town than in the village, and there were also large shopping malls, and the girl group song was playing loudly on the stereo at the door.

The bookstore is still the same, dilapidated and old, but there are many people.Manga and light novels are sold on the first floor, so children are crowded there.

The second floor sells more expensive DVDs and novels, and there are fewer people.

They used to be regular visitors to this place. After entering, they touched a comic book on the first floor, and then went to the second floor to watch a DVD.

Murata didn't take the manga, he followed behind his two brothers, looking a bit out of interest.Xia Ji turned around and handed him a booklet: "A new serial."

Murata let out an "oh", opened it, and began to read comics leaning against the solid wooden bookshelf. After opening it, he found that Xia Ji handed him the Prince of Tennis.

Murata: "...Ah, the one where the aliens play tennis?"

Xia Ji smiled: "I can't let my childhood be ruined alone."

Qianyu looked at the two of them indifferently, and said, "It's useless, Ali only watched Doraemon and Sailor Moon when he was young."

"His childhood had nothing to do with the Prince of Tennis."

Xia Ji: "..."

Murata casually flipped through the pages of the book, curious: "The childhood of most people?"

Qianyu: "Not necessarily, I am not. I watched Ultraman documentaries when I was young."

Murata/Natsuki: "..."

Murata ignored the topic as if nothing had happened: "I want to give Fu Hei a gift. It's the Chinese New Year, so I need a New Year's gift."

"Then send the book."

Xia Ji said without hesitation, "Knowledge is the best gift!"

"I recommend books on plant species and crops. These books seem simple and unpretentious, but they are often read and updated. Every time you read them, you will have new insights."

Murata thought for a while, and said, "But Hui doesn't grow crops, so it's useless to send that kind of books, right?"

Xia Ji slapped Murata on the back of the head with hatred: "Who told him to farm? Your brains are full of tofu when playing knives. This is called romance! Do you understand romance? Can you read poetry? Know Yu Xiuhua ?!"

Also playing with knives, I felt that Qianyu was a little connoted, and couldn't help but retort: ​​"What is playing with knives? We are practicing kendo in a serious way! Besides, is it romantic for a samurai to draw a knife? Now Xiao Don't girls like this?"

Xia Ji glanced at Qianyu, then put his arm around Murata's neck, and pulled him aside: "See? This is why the second child is single until today. You finally found a boyfriend, so don't imitate him."

Murata: "Okay."

"..."

Qianyu's face was full of indifference: "I'll poison you two with poison while cooking tonight."

"However, I have one more question."

Murata raised his hand and said, "What does Yu Xiuhua's poems have to do with our book buying?"

Xia Ji found a Japanese-Chinese bilingual poetry collection from his shoulder bag, opened it, and pointed to a page: "This, this is this—this one."

"If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry,

I'm going to give you a book about plants, about crops

Tell you the difference between rice and weeds

tell you a seed

Anxiety of spring. "

Murata listened carefully, and said honestly, "Actually, I don't understand."

Xia Ji poked at the title of the poem: "Look at the title! Look at the title, the name of this poem is [I Love You]."

Murata's eyes lit up: "Oh! Then I understand—I'm looking for a book. Brother, can you lend me this book? I want to read the phonetic notation."

Xia Ji generously lent him the book, and Murata ran to other bookshelves and started looking for books.He always learns slack in class, but he always works very well when he is serious. He just relied on rote memorization and memorized the Chinese pronunciation of this poem while looking for books.

It's hard to say whether the standard is standard, but people who don't know Chinese will definitely not be able to hear it.

Turning around and around, Murata picked and picked, and went to check out with a thick stack of books.The shop owner was shocked when he saw the nine books he brought over: "You also want to go to the university to farm like your brother?"

"Not a magician anymore?"

Murata poked his head out from behind the pile of books, with a serious expression: "I want to buy it as a gift."

When the boss heard this, his expression became strange.He glanced at the books he scanned in: "Popular Science of Juvenile Plant Identification", "How to Improve the Survival Rate of Wheat", "The Life of Potatoes", "Angiosperms"...

Xia Ji passed by, glanced sideways, and choked up: "Why are you buying so much?"

Murata: "Because I think these books are very useful. In case Hui goes on a business trip in the future, I can use local materials to cook a meal—"

Xia Ji: "..."

He left the cash register with a blank expression, and said to himself: "It's hopeless, you people who practice breathwork and swordsmanship have water in their brains, and Yu Xiuhua can't save you."

After booking the nearest ticket to Saitama, Murata took the packed book and left with his two brothers separately.

Because it was a holiday, he didn't bring out the sun wheel knife, he was wearing casual clothes, and his hair was tied behind his head with a rubber band.

After checking the ticket on the platform, Murata took the time to send a message to Fu Heihui.

The tram started with a bang bang bang bang sound, and he was carrying a large bag of books, leaning against the door to read the collection of poems that Xia Ji lent him.

Although it was winter, the weather was clear. The sun with no temperature came in from the outside, and the dry and cold air flowed around through a layer of glass.

The tram stopped after entering the station, the door opened, and Murata rolled up the book and jumped out.The cold wind blew over, and he squinted his eyes, feeling a bit chilly on his neck.

When I followed the crowd out of the station, it was snowing again outside.The snowflakes were still one by one, and Murata spread out his hands to catch a little bit, and he could see the vague shape of a hexagon.

Those hexagonal snowflakes quickly melted in Murata's palm, turning into water traces with a little warmth.

Just when Murata was looking at his wet palm, he heard Fu Heihui calling his name.He turned his head and saw Fu Heihui pushing towards him against the crowd, exhaling a breath of white air, his cheeks flushed slightly.

"I just called you several times, but you didn't respond."

Fu Heihui spoke, but calmly, using a declarative tone.Murata bent his fingers into a fist and looked at him: "Hui, give me your hand."

Fu Heihui was a little puzzled, but still obediently extended his hand to Murata.He thought that Murata wanted to look at his hands, or he had suddenly learned something about palmistry and wanted to practice it.

At this time, he noticed the stack of books in Murata's left hand. The cover of the top book was written in large letters: "The Life of Rice".

Fu Heihui: "..."

Murata grabbed Fukuroi's hand, and the palms of the two pressed tightly together like a couple in love.Immediately afterwards, Fu Heihui felt the cold water on the palm of his hand.

He was silent for a while, realizing what had happened - Murata was still holding his hand tightly, watching his reaction expectantly.

Fu Heihui flexed his fingers and held Murata's hand back, so the two naturally held hands like this.

Murata, who was suddenly held by the hand, showed a puzzled expression.He looked at the hands they held together: "Hui, don't you feel it?"

Fu Heihui said calmly: "I feel it, you are very naive."

Murata: "...Hey."

Fu Heihui slightly let go of Murata's hand, took out a clean facial tissue from his hoodie, and wiped off the hot water on their palms.After wiping, he rolled up the dirty tissue and put it in his pocket, and continued to hold Murata with the other hand naturally.

Murata: "We all wear black clothes today, rounded up to couple shirts."

Fu Heihui looked at the black sweater on Murata, then at the black hoodie on himself, and nodded: "Well, forget it."

"What did you buy those books for?"

When Murata saw Fukurohui mentioning the book, he immediately became excited: "It's for you!"

Fu Heihui: "...Give it to me?"

Seeing that Murata was about to unpack and explain to himself in high spirits, Fu Heihui hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, we'll unpack it when we go back. Go to my house?"

Murata immediately became vigilant: "Is your sister not at home?"

Fu Heihui's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Are you afraid of Tsu Meiji?"

"It's not that I'm afraid."

Murata coughed dryly, and said, "I'm afraid I'll slip up and accidentally expose the relationship between the two of us."

Fu Heihui looked at Murata for a while, and then suddenly said, "It doesn't matter if you slip up, Tsumiji knows that we are dating."

Murata: "—Huh?!"

Fu Heihui raised his head, a few grains of snow were wrapped in his black hair, and his own surprised face was reflected in those emerald green eyes that Murata liked the most.

He looked at Murata earnestly. Although his expression was still grim, it was much softer than usual: "I'm serious about falling in love with you..."