Pure love DK is number one in the world

99 watched the interaction between Murata and Fu Heihui with great interest, until they let go and Fu Heihui looked over, she coughed dryly and corrected her expression: "I'll leave it to you first, after he recovers Just let him contact me."

"This state should only last for ten hours, and it will return to normal tomorrow morning."

After a few casual instructions, 99 left in a hurry, leaving Komurata and Fu Heihui alone.

Fu Heihui had no choice but to let Murata in first, and then closed the door.Tsumiji went to a friend's house today, so Fukuroe was the only one at home.He was taking a nap, but was suddenly woken up by an emergency call from the assistant supervisor, telling him that he had a special mission and asked him to temporarily take care of a conjurer who accidentally fell into a spell.

But no one told him that the unlucky ghost who had the spell was his boyfriend.

The two sat on the sofa in the living room. Murata leaned the knife against the armrest next to the sofa, and the little yellow hat filled with pumpkin seeds was placed on his lap.Fu Heihui hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want some water?"

Murata: "I want an iced Coke."

Fu Heihui remembered that Murata didn't seem to like drinking soda...so he actually liked drinking iced Coke when he was a child?Because I liked it when I was a child and drank too much, but I don’t like it when I grow up?

He opened the refrigerator to look, and said, "There's no more Coke... I just finished eating the food, so I'll go downstairs to buy some food and come back. Do you stay at home and wait for me, or go together?"

Fu Heihui looked at Murata inquiringly, the emerald green pupils under the black forehead hair were particularly eye-catching.Murata stared blankly, and subconsciously thought of his own knife in his mind.

The eyes of this big brother are so beautiful.

Pretty as a knife.

That is a completely different beauty from Juri; Juri will not make Murata think of knives or dragonflies, nor will he feel unable to take his eyes off.

Seeing that Murata just looked at him silently and didn't speak, Fuhei Whedon found it difficult.He thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Are you going out with me?"

Murata regained his senses and straightened his back a little more: "Okay."

Oral addiction has not changed at all.

Fu Heihui thought about this, stood up, and took the coat—out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Murata who jumped off the sofa: "Do you want to wear a coat?"

Murata shook his head.

Fu Heihui was a little worried, but he didn't continue to ask, but just looked at Murata worriedly.He took the change and keys, and went out with Murata.After locking the door, Fu Heihui was about to turn around, when suddenly his palm was stuffed into a warm little hand; he was taken aback, lowered his eyes, and saw Murata actively and naturally holding his hand.

At this time, the young Murata's palms were far less slender and powerful than later.When holding hands, I could pinch a little soft flesh on his fingertips and the back of his hand, as well as the obvious callus on the palm.

It was the cocoon left by practicing the knife.

Seeing Fu Heihui looking at their handshake, Murata licked his lips a little nervously, and whispered: "Every time I go out, my brother always holds me like this."

Fu Heihui: "...um."

Murata: "Can I hold you by the hand?"

Fu Heihui sighed, gathered his fingers back to hold Murata's hand: "Yes."

The two went downstairs, and the cool wind outside rushed up.Murata leaned in the direction of Fu Heihui, a few strands of hair that were too long on the sideburns were blown into his mouth, he tilted his head and whispered 'Bah bah bah', trying to spit out the few strands of hair sticking to it.

Fu Heihui really couldn't stand it anymore.He reached out to help Murata brush away those few strands of hair - his fingers inevitably touched the baby fat part of Murata's cheek.

Soft, like the texture of cold cakes, but hot.

Just as Fu Heihui brushed that lock of hair away, the wind blew up Murata's hair on the other side.Murata puffed up his cheeks, and took a breath. The short black hair that was over his shoulders was blown up, shook twice, and fell on his cheeks again.He pursed his lips, with a rare look of annoyance on his face.

Can't blow it open.

I knew it wouldn't stay so long.

Fu Heihui was silent for a while, then said: "Wait for me here."

"No."

Murata grasped Fu Heihui's hand tightly, and talked to him with a serious expression: "A cute child like me is easily abducted, brother, you have to take me with you at all times."

Fu Heihui: "..."

If a human trafficker really meets Murata, no matter how you look at it, the human trafficker is more dangerous.

But Komurata's expression was very serious, cutely serious, which made Fu Heihui's heart soften a little.He let Murata hold hands and took him into the nearest jewelry store.

It's the kind of jewelry store that little girls would visit, filled with all kinds of shiny bracelets, hair clips and the like.Fu Heihui had never been here before, and it took him a while to find a place that sold hair ties.

After finally finding the place, Fu Heihui fell silent again as he looked at the shiny and gaudy hair ties on the display rack.He looked down at Murata, who was expressionless, and the two looked at each other, and Murata asked suspiciously, "Do you want to buy this?"

Fu Heihui: "...Let's take a look again, these are too expensive."

"Are you going to buy a rope to tie my brother's hair?"

The clerk came up and chatted with the two of them with a smile: "It's really not suitable for boys. The hair rope on the display shelf in front may be more suitable."

Murata frowned: "I'm not his brother."

Fu Heihui coughed dryly, patted the back of Murata's head, and said to the clerk, "Thank you, I'll take another look."

He dragged Murata away—Kurata was still a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything, just sulking with puffed cheeks.Without saying a word, he followed Fu Heihui to a display rack in front, which was covered with plain hair ropes without decorations.

Looking at these simple-colored hair ties, Fu Heihui finally breathed a sigh of relief.He asked Murata: "Do you have a favorite color?"

Murata's sulking reading was interrupted.He blinked, surprised: "You bought it for me?"

Fu Heihui was helpless: "Isn't it better if the hair is tied up? It's also inconvenient to keep blowing into the mouth."

In fact, Fu Heihui has always wondered why Murata has long hair.Won't it affect the sword?

Murata's expression changed slightly.But even so, Murata still had no expression on his face - he pointed to the nearest black hair rope: "This."

Fu Heihui took a box of black hair ties and took Murata to check out.

After paying the bill, the two went out the door of the jewelry store. Fu Heihui opened the string box and took out a string from it: "Turn around and face me with your back."

Murata obediently turned around, and in order to facilitate Fu Heihui's hands, he also lowered his head.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, picked up Murata's hair with one hand, and stretched it out with the hair rope in the other, helping him tie a low ponytail.

Although it was the first time to tie her hair, Fu Heihui tied it very carefully, and there was no broken hair on the back of Murata's neck.However, the shorter frontal hair cannot be tied up.

Fu Heihui gently smoothed the broken hair on his cheeks with his fingers: "Well, it's done."

Murata raised his head and stroked the low ponytail on the back of his head.Fu Heihui put the box of hair ties into his pocket, then took Murata's hand, and the two walked to the vegetable market - Murata took two steps, jumped twice, and then touched the low ponytail on his head.

Fu Heihui couldn't help reminding him: "Don't keep jumping, or you will fall apart."

"Oh--"

Murata hurriedly put down his hands, obediently followed Fu Heihui, but seemed a little disappointed.Fu Heihui looked at the corner of his mouth curled down once, twice, three times, and finally he gave in first: "If you want to jump, you can also jump twice."

Murata said with a straight face: "The hair will fall apart."

Fu Heihui: "If it's loose, I'll tie it up for you."

Murata's eyes instantly became much brighter than before.He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Heihui eagerly: "Brother, you are so kind. I don't want my brother anymore, so why don't you come and be my brother?"

Fu Heihui was amused.He suppressed a smile and turned his head away: "This won't work."

Xiao Murata's bun face instantly wrinkled again: "Why not?"

Fu Heihui: "...it's not good to be an older brother."

Murata looked at him suspiciously.Fu Heihui was afraid that he would see what he was thinking, so he changed the subject abruptly: "The vegetable market is here. Do you have anything to eat?"

Murata was immediately successfully diverted from the topic, and his thoughts wandered to the dinner table: "As long as it's not fried rice, I can do it!"

Fu Heihui couldn't help but confirm with him: "Is there no taboo?"

Murata shook his head: "No!"

It happened to be noon when they came, and the vegetable market was quite lively.Murata had no taboos, so Fukuroi bought ready-made bacon and shrimp, and some vegetarian dishes, ready to go back and cook ramen for eating.As soon as he paid the money, Murata immediately wanted to help carry the vegetables - but Fu Heihui refused.

Finally, Fu Heihui bought bottled candy at the convenience store and stuffed it to Murata: "Do you want some candy?"

Murata was not happy: "You bought everything."

Fu Heihui had no choice but to say, "I'll just pick up the things."

Murata snatched the sugar bowl and walked ahead without saying a word.Fortunately, the child has short legs, so he couldn't go anywhere even if he quickened his pace. Fu Heihui walked a few steps quickly and caught up with Murata.

He didn't know why Murata was angry, and he had no experience coaxing children, so he didn't know what to say after catching up with Murata.Fu Heihui didn't speak, and Murata seemed to be even angrier, holding the sugar bowl and continuing to speed up his pace.

Fu Heihui: "..."

Although he is a child, his physical strength is outrageous.Is this the kid who grew up in the kendo field?

Going on like this is not an option, Fu Heihui thought for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Murata's hoodie.Murata was dragged to a halt, fell backwards, and hit Fu Heihui's chest - Fu Heihui hurriedly supported him, pursing his lips slightly.

The low ponytail was knocked loose, and Murata raised his head angrily, staring at Fu Heihui with plum red narrow pupils.

The child's face is round and the eyes are a little round. In short, it is very cute.

It just looks like a puffer fish when it is angry.

But a little cuter than pufferfish.

Fu Heihui tried hard to make her voice sound approachable: "You are angry."

Murata was confident: "Is it so obvious that you can't see it?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

"why are you mad?"

Murata turned the sugar bowl in his hand, expressionless: "I'm not very angry, but I'm wondering—are we really good friends? You refuse to be my brother, and you refuse to let me help with things."

"Now I wonder if you are my boyfriend."

Fu Heihui had a cool face, expressionless on the surface, but extremely nervous in his heart.He let go of Murata's arm, shifted his gaze and looked ahead: "It's nothing, don't think too much about it."

Murata: "Really?"

Fu Heihui's eyes continued to drift: "Yes."

Murata narrowed his eyes slightly, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to be closer to vertical pupils.He suddenly smiled, slyly and triumphantly: "Then why are you afraid when I'm angry? Just like a fool who doesn't know how angry his girlfriend is."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Murata was really difficult to deal with when he was a child, a hundred times more difficult than Murata when he grew up.

This is Fu Heihui's only thought on this grocery shopping trip.

Lunch is done with ramen noodles.

While Fu Heihui was washing the dishes, Murata was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV—without Fu Heihui beside him, he stretched his arms and turned into a puddle, lazily like a plant vine hanging down the eaves, basking in the sun.The Powerpuff Girls were playing on TV, he was in a daze most of the time, and occasionally condescendingly raised his eyelids to look at the TV, and then stared at the kitchen in a daze.

Until the doorbell rang, Fu Heihui's hands were full of foam, so he poked his head out and shouted: "Murata, go and see who it is."

Murata: "Okay."

He slowly got up from the sofa, went to open the door, and saw a little boy standing outside the door—about the same age as himself now, but shorter than Murata.

With both hands in the pockets of his hoodie, Murata looked down at each other: "Who are you looking for?"

Looking at Murata's red pupils, Yuta inexplicably felt a creepy feeling of being scrutinized by a carnivore on his neck.

He felt strange, and quickly threw this unreasonable association out of his mind: "I'm here to find Brother Fu Hei, isn't he here?"

Murata still stood where he was, motionless, and said indifferently, "What do you want from him?"

Yuta: "...will you hit me?"

Murata glanced at him strangely: "Why do you ask that?"

Yuta laughed dryly: "I don't know why, but this kind of thought suddenly came to me just now."

Strangely, after Yuta finished saying this, Murata's expression became half a smile.Because of his young age, his eyes are slightly round and cute, but when he looks down at people, he has nothing to do with the word "cute".

Yuta swallowed, and stepped back: "No, you won't really want to hit me, will you?"

Murata sneered: "It's expensive for me to fight, are you in a dream? If you have anything to do with my brother, tell me quickly."

Yuta scratched his head and murmured in his heart, but he was still a little afraid of Murata, so he said honestly: "My mother said that in order to thank Brother Fuhei for helping me with my homework, I gave this to him—it was in the zoo where my mother worked. sent."

Murata took the two tickets handed by Yuta, and glanced casually: "Oh, I see, you can go."

Yuta hesitated to speak——Murata closed the door behind him, and went back to lie down on the sofa.

Fu Heihui came out after washing the dishes, and asked, "Who was it just now?"

Murata sat up straight before he came out, and said obediently with a straight face: "A boy I don't know said that in order to thank you for helping him with his homework, he gave you a ticket to the zoo."

Fu Heihui: "It should be Yuta."

After a pause, Fu Heihui remembered that Murata at this age did not know Yuta, so he explained: "Yuta is a child of my neighbor's family. Their family is busy, so they often ask me to help take care of them."

After explaining, Fu Heihui found that Murata was dragging his round cheek with one hand, looking at him thoughtfully.Fu Heihui touched his face subconsciously: "Did something get on my face?"

"No."

Murata shook his head and said honestly, "I was just thinking, if you weren't my boyfriend, you must be chasing me."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Murata asked with interest: "So which one is it?"

Fu Heihui had no choice but to sit down next to Murata: "Is it important?"

"It's important." Murata licked his lips, with a lazy smile on his face, and said: "I like you very much, if you are not my boyfriend, I will hurry up and write a note to make my future me hurry up .”

Fu Heihui kept looking down at the zoo tickets, but did not look at Murata.When he lowered his eyes, the expression in his eyes was slightly dark, and he followed Murata's words and asked: "Maybe you don't like me in the future."

"impossible."

Murata replied firmly: "In the future, I will definitely like you the most."

Fu Heihui didn't answer.Murata moved to his side, bent down and put his face in front of him: "Brother, the side of your eyes is red, huh huh—"

A piece of candy was stuffed into Murata's mouth, briefly blocking his 'dangerous speech'.Fu Heihui put the zoo ticket on the table: "No need to write a note."

"Because he's already a boyfriend."

Murata choked on the sugar in an instant, and coughed earth-shatteringly.Before Fu Heihui had time to panic, he saw Murata skillfully grabbed the water glass and took a big sip of water himself, forcibly swallowing the sugar in his throat.

His eyes were red from coughing, and his pupils and eyelashes were wet—but Murata even forgot to rub his physical tears. He looked at Fu Heihui with wide eyes, and asked for confirmation: "Brother, you are my boyfriend." ???"