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Murata froze for a moment.Fu Heihui wanted to continue walking, but Murata suddenly took his hand away from his palm and covered his heart with a confused expression.

Fu Heihui: "...what's wrong with you?"

Danfeng, whose eye tails were raised slightly, looked over with a puzzled expression.

Murata quickly put his hand back into Fu Heihui's palm, and muttered in a low voice: "It's nothing. Just now—when you said that sentence just now, my heart suddenly became numb."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He squeezed Murata's finger, exerting a little force, the tips of his ears turned red, and his voice lowered unconsciously: "Yeah."

When Murata said that sentence, he didn't know that Fu Heihui's heart was beating wildly, and his fingertips were numb.

The two walked to Fu Heihui's house, but Tsumiji was not there, so Murata went in after changing his shoes, and asked, "Where do you want to put the books?"

Fu Heihui: "Leave me in my room, by the way I have something for you."

Murata: "Okay."

He entered Fu Heihui's room, put the stack of books on the floor, and sat on the floor.Fu Heihui's floor was actually carpeted, but it didn't feel very soft when sitting on it.

Murata hugged his knees and looked at Fu Heihui's room boredly: Fu Heihui's room was also very tidy, especially on the desk, where there were many books - Murata took a cursory glance and was immediately shocked.

He actually saw his elder brother's book list inside.

Murata always thought that only literary youths like his eldest brother would read such old-era tomes.I didn't expect Fu Heihui to have it on the table. Could it be that Fu Heihui is interested in literature?

He kept his mind on himself, until the sound of footsteps spread from the living room to his front, Murata raised his head and looked at Fu Heihui.Because Murata was sitting, Fu Heihui had to look down at him.

When Fu Heihui lowered his head, a few strands of too long black hair hung down from the edge of his ear.

Murata was a little dazed: "Hui?"

Fu Heihui bowed his head and handed the cut apples to Murata.Murata stretched his neck and bit off the piece of apple with his hand. The apple was crisp and sweet, and it made a 'click, click' sound when he crushed it.

Murata glanced at the remaining apple in Fu Heihui's hand, wondering: "Why do you leave two triangular apple peels on the tip of the apple?"

Fu Heihui: "...those are rabbit ears."

Murata: "Wow——"

Fu Heihui tied up the bed cover and greeted Murata: "You can come and sit on the bed, and I will put the books in the cabinet."

Murata obediently got up and sat on the bed—as soon as he sat down, he found the fox mask hanging on Fu Heihui's bed: the fox mask with blue patterns on a white background looked familiar.

He tried hard to think back, and suddenly remembered: Isn't this mask the one he picked for Fu Heihui at the previous fireworks show?

"So, why do you suddenly want to give me... this kind of book?"

Fu Heihui picked out a book from the stack of books that Murata brought, and held it in front of Murata.The title of the book was printed on the cover: An Introduction to Planting for the Contemporary Farmer.

To be honest, Fu Heihui feels that he is a magician, even if he graduates from high school and goes to university in the future, he basically has nothing to do with 'agriculture'.

Murata cleared his throat and straightened his back: "Have you ever heard a poem from China?"

Fu Heihui was at a loss: "...what poem?"

Murata immediately took out the book of Chinese-Japanese bilingual poetry with phonetic notation from his coat, and turned to the page that was cut off by him: "That's right, that—"

"A seed, a spring of fear."

He can read Chinese with bumps, but his pronunciation is still barely standard.Fu Heihui could understand a little bit, but didn't understand everything, and was still confused: "Seeds? In spring... plant seeds?"

"What are you going to grow? Flowers? Pumpkin seeds?"

Murata shook his head.

He leaned close to Fu Heihui and pointed to the phonetic notation: "It's 'spring of fear', 'a seed', not something I want to plant."

"It means confession, because when one person speaks love words to another person, the mood is like a seed waiting to germinate in spring."

Fu Heihui looked down at that page.He can't understand most of the Chinese, but he understands the Japanese translation - the name of the poem.

He suddenly came to his senses, feeling his chest was hit hard by the deer, numb and stuffy, almost suffocating.

Murata didn't know that Fu Heihui was about to be hit to death by the deer in his heart.He poked the phonetic notation next to the poem, and said, "I borrowed the book from my brother, because I want to give you a meaningful New Year's gift."

Fu Heihui's throat was a little dry.He licked his lips and said, "Didn't you deliver it yesterday? Wisteria flowers."

"If you send it, you can continue to send it."

Murata said confidently, "The New Year's gift is just an excuse. If you want to give a gift, it is always easy to find an excuse."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that he was very reasonable, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Fu Heihui with some complacency.

Fu Heihui was amused by his smug little expression, just as the corners of his mouth curled up, he quickly suppressed it—he turned his head away, and bluntly removed the topic: "Would you like to play games?"

Murata: "Hit what?"

Fu Heihui thought for a while, and asked for Murata's wishes: "Animal ○ Friends Club? Or Ma ○ Ao?"

Murata: "Ma ○ Oh, I'm about to lose the fun of animal friends meeting."

Fu Heihui opened the game, cast the screen to the TV, and gave Murata a game controller.The two opened the two-player mode and explored several nearby countries.

At first Murata played with gusto—and soon he started to feel sleepy.

Fu Heihui's room was air-conditioned, and the temperature was especially suitable for sleeping.In addition, they played loosely, basically running and jumping for fun, without seriousness in rescuing the princess at all, and Murata soon fell asleep in a suitable temperature.

Just as Fu Heihui manipulated the character to catch the hat, his shoulders suddenly sank.He turned his head and saw Murata leaning over; he was not leaning steadily, half of his cheek just touched Fu Heihui's shoulder, then it slid along his collarbone chest and up his thigh.

He thought that Murata should wake up after falling.But after Murata fell down, he let go of the game controller, turned over, straightened his legs, and slept peacefully on Fu Heihui's lap.

Fu Heihui's eyelashes trembled, and the finger that was pressing the gamepad stopped.

Because he was at home and the air conditioner was turned on, Fu Heihui was wearing cotton trousers, single layer.Murata's soft cheek was pressed against his leg, and when he breathed, the hot and slightly moist breath passed through a thin layer of fabric and brushed against the skin of his thigh.

It's itchy.

The itch didn't sink down, it climbed up the thigh, across the spine, up to the boy's heart, and stepped on it lightly.

Fu Heihui's Adam's apple moved, and the color in his eyes slowly sank.

Murata didn't sleep well.

He was always in a state of half-dream and half-awake, not dead asleep, but not fully awake either.After finally waking up, Murata felt a headache instead—the illusion that he had just returned from a run around the gate of hell.

The moment he opened his eyes, Murata saw furniture covered in night.

He froze for two seconds, then turned over, and felt that the pillow was quite comfortable, but the fabric was not the pillow fabric he was used to sleeping on.This thought flashed nonsensically in Murata's mind, and then he saw Fu Heihui's hand and cell phone.

Fu Heihui's hands are beautiful, slender, with a cold white complexion in the dim twilight, like beautiful fingers that only appear in the world after white marble is carefully carved.That finger was holding the black mobile phone at the moment, and the dark blue blood vessels on the back of the hand meandered downwards.

Suddenly, the phone case on his palm moved away, revealing those emerald green eyes surrounded by dense emerald eyelashes.

Murata suddenly turned over and rolled off Fu Heihui's lap.

As soon as he rolled down, Fu Heihui grabbed his shoulder and dragged him back.The back of Murata's head hit Fu Heihui's chest, his elbows rested on the ground, and he rarely stammered: "Um, you, are your legs okay?"

Fu Heihui: "...Fortunately, it's a little numb."

At this time, Fu Heihui's mobile phone heard a notification that the game was over.Murata turned over, put his arms next to Fu Heihui's thigh, and leaned over curiously: "Are you playing a mobile game?"

Fu Heihui handed the phone to Murata: "Tetris."

After exiting the game, you can see the score record below. Murata is itchy to see it, eager to try: "I want to try it, and I know how to do it!"

Fu Heihui handed the phone to Murata: "Sit down and play."

Murata: "Okay."

He took Fu Heihui's phone, changed his posture, and sat obediently with his knees bent, with the phone on his lap.Soon, colored irregular squares began to fall down in an orderly manner on the screen of the mobile phone. Murata skillfully pulled the screen of the mobile phone and manipulated the irregular squares to fill the vacancy at the bottom of the screen.

He is really good at playing Tetris. Almost every time the cube is about to be stacked to the middle, it will be eliminated by Murata just right.

The falling speed of the cube is faster as you go to the back, so you need to improve your attention to put the cube in the right position.

Once a position is misplaced, the rhythm will follow and the game will be lost quickly.

The more Murata hit, the more serious he became, and he unconsciously leaned forward.He felt his shoulders sink, probably because of Fu Heihui's pressure - but Murata didn't have time to look back, he was busy staring at the phone screen.

Fu Heihui said: "Left, turn around, you can get stuck in."

Murata: "The left side is too high, it's not safe, I'll..."

He was distracted and said a word to Fu Heihui, but the cube fell quickly, disrupting the original order.With one mistake, future mistakes come back one after another.

Soon a block will touch the top and the game will end.

Murata was annoyed: "It would be great if I just put it down in time, I shouldn't hesitate."

Fu Heihui was silent, and comforted softly: "It was me talking to you that distracted you. Your original operation did not make a mistake. Look, the record has been refreshed."

He tapped the phone screen with his finger, and the message that Murata refreshed Fu Heihui's record jumped out.Murata soon became happy again, and fell backwards - until his back rested on Fu Heihui's chest, and the temperature was transmitted along the thin two-layer fabric.

Murata froze all of a sudden, raised his head, and saw Fukuro Eri's delicate jawline.

It seems that he, unknowingly, nestled into Fu Heihui's arms?

As soon as this recognition came out, Murata's heart became numb again.He didn't know what to do next, and felt as if he should do something, the hand on Fu Heihui's thigh tightened his fingers bewilderedly.

Fu Heihui frowned: "Ah Li—"

Murata was shocked: "Huh?"

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes: "...Why are you pinching me?"

Murata immediately let go of his hands, and obediently put both hands on his knees: "Just now I felt that the atmosphere was weird, I should do something, but I couldn't think of what to do, and unconsciously regarded your legs as I squeezed my own leg."

Fu Heihui was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.He laughed very little, and after he laughed out loud, he felt embarrassed and turned his face away.

Murata propped himself up on his elbows, and slowly sat up—halfway through, when Fu Heihui suddenly pressed his shoulders.Fu Heihui approached him, the two hairs met first, both were black, intertwined and difficult to distinguish.

Fu Heihui's fingers touched the low and small pinch on the back of Murata's head.

The tugging was very perfunctory, and a lot of hair, neither long nor short, fell beside him, dangling on the back of Fu Heihui's hand, itchy.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes.

The room with no lights on was filled with twilight, which was dark blue and almost black, dim and unclear.But it also has a hint of rosy afterglow, which smears the slender lines of the boy like a layer of dark gold powder mixed with paint.

Fu Heihui's Adam's apple moved, and he pressed his palm to the back of Murata's hand: "Would you like...a kiss?"

a seed,

Anxiety of spring.