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Walking out of the zoo, it was getting dusk outside.Murata took a bite of the dried mango, and handed the bag of dried mango to Fu Heihui: "Brother, do you want a bite?"

Fu Heihui took a piece of dried mango from his pocket and put it in his mouth, frowning.

The taste of mango after chewing and crushing spreads in the mouth, sweet and crunchy.Fu Heihui spoke slowly: "Ali, the person I met today... If you meet again in the future, you must avoid it."

Murata chewed the dried mango, and his voice was more vague than usual: "Okay."

Fu Heihui struggled again: "Don't you ask why?"

"Because I'm not interested."

Murata licked the residue of dried fruit left on his index finger. After eating, he exuded a lazy satisfaction after eating: "Even if you don't tell me, I won't have more contact with him. I hate that person."

"My instincts are never wrong."

The two walked home and packed dinner at the restaurant downstairs to take home.In the evening, Fu Heihui played Mario with Murata and urged him to take a bath and sleep.

When Murata came over, he didn't bring any clothes. Fu Heihui found his pajamas from the year before last and lent them to Murata to wear first. Although it was still a bit too big, he could still wear it by rolling up the sleeves and trouser legs a few times.Because he was worried that Murata would not use an unfamiliar bathroom, Fu Heihui also helped him put hot water and bath salt in advance.

Murata soaked in the bathtub, surrounded by bubbles on all sides.He fished it in the water, and he also fished out a little plastic yellow duck.He put the little yellow duck on top of his head, and the whole person slid down, half of his chin was soaked in the water, and it melted into a puddle.

He never took a bath at home, and always drenched in cold water.In my impression, the few times I took a bath, I took a medicinal bath when I was stretching my tendons.The smell of the medicine bath is very close to that of wisteria, and I can't help sneezing after soaking in it——

The bath salts are minty, and this smell is volatile in the temperature of early spring, mixed with hot water, it seems to taste colder.

Murata got up after soaking for a while, dried himself with a bath towel and changed into pajamas.He and Fu Heihui were close in size, but the pajamas Fu Heihui gave him were old and a bit small—Murata found it difficult to button up the clothes after he put them on in embarrassment.He opened the bathroom door and poked his head out in the hot air: "Hui, the clothes are too small, can you change to a bigger one for me?"

Fu Heihui, who was sitting on the sofa drinking water, choked on the water instantly.He frantically took out a facial tissue to wipe the water off his clothes, and when he stood up and faced Murata, he regained his cool face, and slightly pursed his lips: "Changed back?"

Murata smiled: "Well, after soaking, it will change back by itself."

Fu Heihui: "...just wait for me."

Murata: "Okay."

Fu Heihui turned his head and went back to his room to get his clothes, walking much faster than usual.He took his clean pajamas, and hesitated after taking them out—Fu Heihui didn't have any friends of the same sex who were close enough to come to the house for the night and exchange clothes, which meant that the clothes that could be worn by Murata at home must be They were all worn by Fu Heihui.

After Murata was reduced by the technique before, Fu Heihui felt that he was a child but it didn't matter.But after changing back...

Fu Heihui's hand holding the corner of the clothes tightened unconsciously.He went out as if nothing had happened, walked to the bathroom, and handed his pajamas to Murata: "First, try to see if you can wear it."

Murata took the clothes, changed them, and came out of the bathroom.The air outside was fresher than in the bathroom. He sat down next to Fu Heihui on the sofa, and the mint-flavored bath salt also stained Fu Heihui's body.Fu Heihui rubbed his neck uncomfortably: "I'm going to take a bath."

Murata didn't seem to have any self-consciousness in her boyfriend's house, and leaned lazily on the sofa: "Go, I've drained the dirty water in the bathroom, and I've washed the bathtub."

Fu Heihui thought for a while, and added: "Miss 99 asked you to contact her immediately after you recover."

"Ah... I see, then I'll call her."

Murata got up and went to the balcony of the living room, and called 99 back - 99 had put his mobile phone in his pocket when he came, but Xiao Murata didn't seem to be very interested in the intersection of his future self, and he didn't open it at all.

He closed the balcony door smoothly, leaned on the railing and dialed the phone. After a few long beeps, the phone was connected, and the voice of 99 came from the other end of the phone.

"recovered?"

Murata: "Yes."

99: "Do you remember what happened after you became smaller?"

Murata: "I remember."

99 breathed a sigh of relief: "Just remember. I asked the assistant supervisor for the registration of the exorcism of curse spirits in Saitama County for the past three years, and I also asked the people from the 'window' to re-investigate the situation of the curse spirits in Fuhei's house. No spell spirit imitating the appearance of a human has ever appeared, so what you saw in the community today...?br/>

Murata calmly took over the conversation: "The people I saw were indeed people who shouldn't be here."

99: "...Are you sure it's a human?"

Murata: "The body is a human being, so it's not necessarily the inside. Leave this matter to me, and I'll return to Kyoto after it's settled."

99 was a little surprised: "This is the first time I've seen you apply for a task on your own initiative."

Murata raised his eyes, and the red pupils reflected the dots of lights in the neighborhood.Those warm yellow lights reflected on his bright plum red irises, blended into an eerie color.

He glanced into the living room, and there was a faint sound of water in the bathroom.Fu Heihui is still taking a bath, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come out for a while.

Murata took out his other hand from the pocket of his pajamas, and there was a little yellow duck lying in the palm of his hand.He stared at the little yellow duck and lowered his voice: "Well, because we are friends from the past, we have to solve it ourselves."

99: "How do you plan to solve it?"

Murata did not hesitate: "Find her and kill her."

99: "...What if she still has human reason?"

"If she still has human sanity, then the person who resurrected her is even more unforgivable."

Murata's expression suddenly became indifferent, and he lightly pressed his fingers on the top of the little yellow duck's head: "He is playing with my friend's life."

99 no longer pursue this matter.After the two confirmed the next itinerary, they hung up the phone.

Murata held the mobile phone that had been hung up, his eyelashes drooped, and his expression was hidden in the shadow of black hair.He subconsciously wanted to get something out of his pocket, but he could only touch the bottom of the pocket—at this moment, Murata realized that his haori was still at 99, and he was wearing fuhei pajamas now.

He smelled strongly of peppermint, mixed with the scent of laundry detergent left on his pajamas.Both tastes are cold, too clean and cold.Murata rubbed the corner of his cotton pajamas, thinking slowly.

He ran through many things in a mess in his mind, sometimes it was in the trees, sometimes it was wisteria flowers covering the mountains, and sometimes it was dragonflies passing by the river at night.The dragonfly flew across the river and landed on his scabbard, its blue wings cast a blue shadow on the black scabbard.

The lifespan of this insect is only a few weeks, but the larval stage is as long as 1 to 5 years.

The first step into adulthood is death.

"Ari."

His thoughts were interrupted, Murata turned his head and saw Fu Heihui standing at the door.His hair was wet and wrapped in a dry towel, and he handed one to Murata: "I haven't wiped my hair."

It was only then that Murata realized that his neck was cold, and he stretched out his hand to touch the water on his neck and collarbone.He took the towel and wiped it, and went into the room: "The teacher is not in Saitama County now, I will stay at your house tonight."

Fu Heihui stopped wiping her hair.His mind went blank for a moment, and he looked up at Murata.Murata had already walked in with his back to Fu Heihui, his black hair was brought up by the towel, exposing a cold white neck.

Murata: "Is there a hair dryer? I want to dry my hair."

Fu Heihui squeezed the towel in her hand, silently took a hair dryer from the cabinet, plugged it in, stood behind the sofa, and patted the back of the sofa.Murata understood, sat down where he took the picture, and raised his head slightly.

The hair dryer was very loud when it was turned on, and instantly overwhelmed other sounds.The hot air and Fu Heihui's fingers passed through Murata's hair together, and the place where the scalp was pressed was warm.

Fu Heihui's movements were very light, and he carefully brushed his hair every time so that they did not fall on Murata's face.It was precisely because his movements were too light and the sound of the blower was too steady that Murata fell asleep on the sofa without knowing it.

Feeling that the hair in his hand was completely dry, Fu Heihui stopped the hair dryer: "It's done blowing."

When there was no response, Fu Heihui lowered his eyes and saw that Murata was sleeping very peacefully with his eyes closed.He let go of the black hair wrapped around his palms, and they fell fluffy and soft, onto Murata's face, and then slid down his cheeks due to the pull of gravity.

It was a little itchy when the hair ran across his cheeks, and Murata frowned slightly in his sleep, but he didn't wake up.Fu Heihui rolled up the cord of the hair dryer, put it away, and whispered Murata's name: "Ali, go back to the room and sleep."

Murata didn't move, breathing steadily.

Fu Heihui put the hair dryer back first, then walked to Murata's side, and gently pushed his shoulder: "Don't sleep on the sofa..."

Before he exerted much force, Murata fell over with the strength of his hand, almost smashing into Fu Heihui's arms.Fu Heihui froze, and stood there for a long time without moving, until the muscles in his abdomen were covered with heat, he raised his hand awkwardly, and straightened Murata upright.

After being righted, Murata finally showed signs of waking up.He barely opened his eyes and rubbed them, but he was still sleepy - Fu Heihui approached him, and lightly touched his forehead with the palm of his hand: the temperature was normal, there was no fever.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice was a little helpless: "Is it really so sleepy?"

Murata followed the trend and hit his head on Fu Heihui's collarbone and shoulder again, his voice was vague: "I'm so sleepy... I want to sleep."

His voice gradually lowered, and his regular breathing fell to the side of Fu Heihui's neck again.

Breath brushes over the fragile vital points, itching like flower petals rolling down.Fu Heihui's eyelashes twitched, and soon returned to normal.

He held Murata's elbow and repeated: "Go to sleep in my room, not on the sofa."

Murata muttered, as if complaining.But he spoke too vaguely, Fu Heihui didn't hear clearly.He felt that Murata didn't move, he was silent for two seconds, and then whispered: "Then shall I carry you in?"

no answer.

Murata seemed really tired.

Fu Heihui bent down and picked him up from the sofa.

I thought it would be heavy, but after picking it up, I realized that it didn't seem to be very heavy.

Fu Heihui supported his leg with one arm, and wrapped his arm around his waist.The pajamas were pressed down by Fu Heihui's arms, wrapping around that flexible waist.

Bending his knees and pushing the door of his room open, Fu Heihui went in with Murata in his arms, and put him on the bed.

As soon as he reached the bed, Murata rolled in a circle consciously, leaning against the wall.His eyes were still closed, and he patted the place next to him with his palm: "Come, come, sleep."

Fu Heihui: "..."

"You were awake just now?"

Murata's eyes were half-opened, appearing moister than usual: "I'm half asleep and half awake, I see that you are easy to hug, so I can hug you casually."

"So sleepy, do you want to sleep? If you don't sleep now, I will go to bed first."

After finishing speaking, he yawned again, and his half-opened eyes quickly closed again.

Murata rarely fell asleep.No matter how sleepy he is, he will always be vigilant, so when he is surrounded by a blanket, he is half awake.But the other party had the familiar magic power on him - so Murata soon fell asleep again.

Fu Heihui was lying on the bed in a regular manner, with his hands folded on his abdomen, and the quilt covering his chest.He lay down for a while, unable to sleep, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling; the lights and shadows of cars and street lamps passed across the ceiling, and the noise was faint and distant.

He turned his head sideways, and beside him was Murata's peaceful sleeping face.

There was only one pillow on Fu Heihui's bed, and Murata was sleeping sideways, with his black half-length hair overlapping Fu Heihui's.

When Murata slept with his eyes closed, his red pupils were covered by his eyelids, making his whole person look much softer.The lines of his delicate face were half hidden in the shadows, and his brows were frowning, as if he had not slept very well.

Fu Heihui couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently pressed Murata's eyebrows with his fingers.

The swordsman seemed to have lost his vigilance in the past. Even if he was pinned between his eyebrows, he subconsciously avoided it, but he didn't wake up.Fu Heihui pointed down, from eyebrows to eyes - Murata's eye sockets are not deep, but his nose is very high and straight.

Fu Heihui's fingertips lightly fell from the boy's eyes to his straight nose, and his breath fell on Fu Heihui's palm.Suddenly, Murata moved his posture, and his lips hit Fu Heihui's wrist.

After touching it and leaving, Murata turned over and turned his back to Fu Heihui.Fu Heihui still maintained the posture just now, his expression stiffened for a moment.

The side of the wrist was still hot, as if the other party's soft and warm lips were still pressing on it.It was actually just a light touch.Fu Heihui's gaze moved down gently, and landed on his wrist.

There was a slight tinge of red on his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Heihui's face also slowly turned red.As soon as he lowered his head, the tip of his nose and cheek touched Murata's hair and the back of his head.

They didn't cover the same quilt, but Fu Heihui suddenly became nervous.Because he was too close, dry and fluffy hair poked his eyes, he tilted his head, blinked, and felt that his eye sockets were a little wet.

Fu Heihui grabbed the quilt and covered it over his head, then turned around, with his back to Murata, arched his waist unconsciously, the sound of breathing mixed with his heartbeat in the dark.He closed his eyes, moved his Adam's apple slightly, and then raised his arms to cover his cheeks.

Early spring... is it coming to an end?

Feeling hot.