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Murata didn't spend the night outside, and bid farewell to Tsumiji and the others after dinner, and prepared to take the evening bus home.Fu Heihui changed his clothes and sent him to the station.

There are few people on the evening bus, and the entrance to the station is quite deserted.Murata stood still in front of the ticket checking machine and said, "Go back quickly, I will send you a message when I get home."

In the distance came the sound of a tram coming into the station, bang bang bang.Murata stood still, waiting for Fu Heihui to reply - it seemed that the two of them were very good at quietly waiting for each other to reply after finishing their conversation.

Fu Heihui took out a red palm-sized gift box from his pocket and put it in Murata's palm: "New Year's gift... I want to say Happy New Year to you in advance."

Soon after winter break comes spring break, and then Chinese New Year.

Murata bent his eyes and smiled, holding the gift box with both hands: "I'll open it when I get home."

Fu Heihui: "Okay."

The sound of the tram coming into the station got closer.

Murata looked at Fu Heihui anxiously——Fu Heihui hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Have a good trip?"

Murata waved to him: "Okay."

He passed the ticket gate, his back briskly crossed the equipment and the scattered crowd, and ran away.After running far enough, Murata turned back and waved to Fu Heihui from a distance.

Fu Heihui laughed unconsciously.He didn't restrain his smile this time, the smile seemed helpless and accommodating.He raised his arms, following Murata's example, and waved to him.

It was already dark when Murata returned home.He had dinner with his family, practiced daily, and slept.

Before dawn the next day, he got up again and went to the mountain for morning exercises, and he also took the knife.Until the sun gradually climbed out of the mountain, Murata finished his morning exercise to open his body in the morning, and went to help clean up the temple.

For the sake of convenience during the practice, Murata wore short-sleeved shorts, and a haori jacket wrapped in a Japanese sword was placed on the steps inside the temple.He was sweeping the floor with a bamboo broom, and several children followed him up and down.

"Brother, aren't you cold in short sleeves?"

Murata: "If you exercise, you won't be cold."

"Brother, can I touch your arm?"

He stretched out his arm generously: "Touch it, touch it, the arm that was born on the first day."

The little boy touched it, and the ups and downs and tight muscle lines on the young man's arm were very beautiful. When he touched it, it was hard and tough, and it revealed heat, which was actually much higher than the temperature of his fingers.The little boy exclaimed: "It's amazing! It's really hot!"

"I want to touch too!"

"Can you touch your belly?"

"Can you touch the back?"

Murata, who was suddenly surrounded by a group of children and touched several times: "..."

Are kids a little too open-minded these days?Hey, don't take off my shirt so consciously and touch it in! !

"Okay, okay, let's go to morning class quickly, don't cause trouble for Murata."

The man's deep and deep voice came, and the children who were jumping up and down just now stood obediently in a row and entered the temple for morning class.The man who spoke was about [-] years old, and his body under the monk's robe was tall and majestic. Standing there even if he didn't speak, he could give people great pressure.

His eyes are covered with a layer of white cloud, and he can't see anything. When the eyelids are half closed, it seems to be the posture of a Bodhisattva with lowered eyes and weeping.

Murata leaned the broom on the steps, clasped his hands together and saluted the man: "Good morning, Master Beimingyu."

Beimingyu showed a smile: "Good morning. Are you already on winter vacation?"

Murata: "Well, it was released the day before yesterday. I was delayed by something, so I came here today."

Bei Mingyu touched Murata's head with one hand, and kept the other hand in the gesture of saluting with one palm: "It's okay. Come in for morning class? You haven't come here for a long time."

Since Murata went to Tokyo, there have indeed been fewer visits to the temple.He had no objection, and after putting the broom back where it was, he carried his Japanese sword and haori coat, and entered the inner hall with Mianmingyu.

There are wooden doors pushed open on both sides of the inner hall of the temple. The winter morning light shines on the neat tables and chairs in the inner hall, and the children's untidy reading sounds can be heard loudly.

Many children in the village do not go to kindergartens, but are enlightened in temples.Take classes in the temple in the morning, and then go to the kendo field to practice in the afternoon-this is how Murata came here before he was seven years old.

As soon as he came in, some children secretly winked at him.Murata made a face at the other party and hid at the back of the classroom.

Beimingyu couldn't see it, but he knew that Murata had run to the back.He smiled helplessly, but didn't say anything about Murata.

When Murata used to go to school, he liked to sit in the back row because it was convenient for distraction.However, the desks and chairs used to be children's are now somewhat reluctant to squeeze a tall and long-legged teenager.

He curled his calf and curled up in the seat for a while, then began to change positions uncomfortably and frequently.

Murata casually folded the haori on the table twice, and used it as a cushion to support his Japanese sword.Murata's sun wheel sword is not the same today as usual - originally the scabbard and hilt were black, but today there is a blue spike on the hilt.

Said it was Jian Sui, but it didn't quite look like it.

It was a rope-woven dragonfly, and its whole body was a highly saturated emerald color. In the morning light, it looked soft and lovely as it nestled against the hard black sheath of the sun-wheel saber.

Murata was distracted by the sound of reading aloud, and unconsciously fiddled with the dragonfly with his fingers, as if he regarded it as a real dragonfly.Until someone sat down beside him - Murata turned his eyes and glanced.

He had just glanced over at random, but suddenly his gaze stopped.

The person sitting next to Murata was not a child, but a boy of his age, but a little shorter than Murata, wearing glasses and wrapped in a thick winter coat.

The winter clothes were heavy, and when he sat down, he fell on the chair, and his posture was a bit funny.But Murata couldn't laugh, and even looked away deliberately.

He didn't look at the young man sitting next to him, but the other party took the initiative to talk to him: "Long time no see, Rina."

Murata: "...Long time no see."

"You really haven't changed at all."

The young man smiled, white gas came out of his mouth when he spoke, and his cheeks were red from the cold.He looked enviously at Murata's arms that fell outside: "It's really enviable to be in good health. You can also run outside in short-sleeved shorts in winter."

Murata uttered a monotonous syllable from his nasal cavity, which was regarded as a response, and he did not speak other than that indifferently.

The open doors on both sides blew a draft, and the boy hugged his arms and sneezed, sniffing, and asked, "Can you lend me your coat to block the wind?"

Murata: "No."

The boy laughed, leaned back, and said, "You're so stingy, we grew up together, and we didn't even lend me a coat."

"I want to go back."

Murata stood up, picked up the haori coat on the table, put it on his arm, and looked down at the boy with downcast eyes.The boy immediately awkwardly got up from the gap between the table and the chair, patted the coat of his down jacket: "Let's go together, I just want to go back."

Murata: "..."

He is so annoying.

This idea popped up uncontrollably in his mind, Murata turned his head away, his face tensed.The two bid farewell to Master Beimingyu first, and then went down the mountain together.

Murata is eager to get rid of each other immediately - but the two live so close that they can almost be regarded as neighbors.Moreover, Morikawa Sanae is not in good health, and Murata is also worried that if he leaves first, he will be eaten by some wild beast on the mountain road.

The two walked together for a while in silence, Murata slowed down to accommodate Morikawa, but did not speak.Halfway through, Morikawa suddenly said, "It's a river."

Murata raised his eyes and looked over, it was the river he liked very much.In winter, there are no dragonflies on the river, and the broken ice flows down the river.In a few days, perhaps a thin layer of ice will form on the river.

When he didn't speak, Morikawa began to speak on his own: "Rina has been different from everyone since she was a child. At that time, we all liked to lie on the tatami mats in the dojo and eat watermelon, or go to the temple to play hide-and-seek. But you have always been at odds We play."

"When I was young, I wanted to ask you to play pot kicking, but you beat me up... Is there anyone in the dojo who hasn't been beaten by you? It seems that there is no—even girls will be beaten by you when they compete with you. The sword hit the wrist."

Murata was a little impatient, but managed to hold back, and glanced at him with red eyes: "Don't stop when you talk, there is still a little way to go home."

Once you've done that, you can get rid of this nasty guy!

Morikawa: "Not everyone has been beaten. Shuli has never been beaten by you."

He stared at Murata, his eyes were dark and deep, and his expression was deep: "You have liked Shuli since you were a child. When you practiced against her, you would deliberately lose. Because Shuli likes dragonflies, I went to the river to catch dragonflies for her." , because the eyes in the tree are green, so you also like the green sun blade."

"Because Shuli is not in good health and can't participate in the games with everyone, so you never play with everyone. When everyone hides and seeks together, you sit with Shuli by the river and watch dragonflies."

Morikawa lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Murata's Hikari sword.He looked at the soft and lovely green rope-woven dragonfly dangling on the handle of Murata's knife, and smiled slightly with crooked eyebrows: "I still remember you said before that your knife does not need cumbersome decorations."

"But if it looks like everything in the tree, it doesn't matter, you can hang your knife, right?"

Murata frowned, raised his hand and pressed the handle of the knife, holding the small emerald dragonfly in his palm.Seeing that he didn't want to talk to him, Morikawa wasn't angry either.

He smiled, took out a can of soda from his down jacket, and handed it to Murata: "Do you want soda? Ah, sorry... I forgot, you should hate drinking soda now."

"After all, the last thing Shuri said to you before he died was to ask you to buy soda for her. So whenever you see the soda, you will also think of Shuli lying on the ground, blood red spreading..."

Before Morikawa finished speaking, Murata reached out and took the can of soda from his hand, opened it with one hand, and took a sip expressionlessly.The soda was already warm, and there was no air in it. He licked his lips and sneered: "It's too bad to drink."

"You should be thankful that it's almost Chinese New Year now. My mother forbids me to fight during this time, otherwise you would have hit me on the table in the temple just now."

He took a step in the direction of Morikawa, and Morikawa immediately turned pale and took several steps back, almost falling down; don't look at what he said just now, but he was still afraid of Murata.

As Morikawa said, there were no children of the same age as Murata in the village who were not beaten by Murata when they were young.However, Murata took the initiative to beat up very few people. Most of them insisted on sticking to Murata. Murata thought it was troublesome and directly pressed them on the dojo floor for a lesson, and then ran away crying.

Morikawa was the latter, and was beaten more than once by Murata.

Murata held the soda can, and raised his eyebrows with a somewhat mocking expression: "You know you can't win but you still come here to make trouble, are you sick?"

"Whether it's a knife, a dragonfly or a river, I like it because I like it, and it has nothing to do with the tree. Also, the most important point—"

He let go of his hand, and let the dragonfly made of rope fall down, and it dangled gently under the handle of the sword: "The spike of the sword has nothing to do with the tree, it was given by my boyfriend, so it was specially hung on the handle of the sword."

"The mountain road is over, you can go the rest of the way by yourself, I won't accompany the idiot."

"impossible!"

Morikawa's face was pale, but he still insisted on retorting: "It's all an excuse! You just dare not admit it!"

Murata: "..."

Crazy man?

Back home, Murata put down the knife and haori.It happened that Xia Ji was holding a storm in the yard and reading a book. Seeing him holding a can of soda in his hand, he was surprised: "Don't you hate drinking this?"

"I hate it, and there is no trash can outside, so I brought it back and threw it away."

Murata turned to throw the soda can into the trash can, frowned, and asked, "Do Juri and I look like a sadomasochistic couple?"

Xia Ji: "...is that the little girl who used to come to our dojo to watch the battles?"

Murata nodded.

Xia Ji rubbed his chin: "Maybe it's because you guys are childhood sweethearts, and when you were young, you only played with Shuli, and other people, regardless of gender, would be beaten and cried by you when they came to practice with you. At first, everyone thought you were young. If you don’t get it right, every time it’s Shuli’s turn to fight with you, you will take the initiative to release water, so everyone will misunderstand.”

Murata hooked the dragonfly sword ear that fell from the handle of the hook with his finger, wondering: "There is no sword practice in the tree, so she just makes a few gestures for fun. I don't need to fight her seriously."

"Besides, why didn't anyone think about it, so many children I only play with Shuli - of course because only Shuli is beautiful and quiet, and won't force me to play in the mud!"

Xia Ji couldn't help laughing, and rolled up the book and slowly rocked the swing: "Because everyone doesn't want to find reasons from themselves. Instead of admitting that you disliked me because I was naive and naive, it's better to firmly think that you just like Shuli That's why I don't play with others... probably similar to this kind of mood."

Murata showed a speechless expression.He picked up the storm from Xia Ji's lap, pinched the back of the puppy's neck with one hand very bluntly and took a photo of it: "Come on, let your dad see how fat you are."

After taking the photo, Murata clicked on the sticky chat and sent the photo to Fu Heihui.

[Murata: (The storm was grabbed by the back of the neck.jpg)

Fu Heihui: ...Are you too fat?

Murata: I think so too, why don't we cut its food in half?

Fu Heihui: It seems not good to lose too much at one go, it has to be done gradually, this kind of thing.

Murata: Good.

Fu Heihui: (Open book.jpg)

Fu Heihui: This page is about how to grow pumpkins. 】