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Fu Heihui shook his head: "I've heard the name, but I don't know the specifics."

After all, he was saved by his guardian from the top management. Fu Heihui must have heard some related news.But he has never been in contact with 'Yugu Yuta' himself, he only knows that the other party is also a student of Gojo Satoru.

Never met.

Murata was a little regretful, and muttered: "I don't know——"

Fu Heihui: "What did you ask him for?"

Murata said: "Curious. Because Zhenyi said that Otoko Yuta defeated all the contestants in the Kyoto school by himself, so he couldn't help but wonder what kind of person he is... Oh, the ticket is issued, let's go, let's go!" to the station."

He actively grabbed Fu Heihui's wrist and walked towards the station.Fu Heihui walked quickly to catch up with Murata, and finally became two people walking side by side.

After Murata finished asking, he put the matter of 'Otoko Yota' behind him.

After taking the tickets, the two checked them again, and finally got on the bus.

Because of the weekend, there were a lot of people in the carriage, and there were no empty seats when they got up.Murata and Fu Heihui stood at the door of the car together, and Fu Heihui stood one step behind Murata, silently separating him from the crowded crowd in the carriage.Someone bumped into Fu Heihui's back on the way, but the tall and thin boy stood unexpectedly steady, and didn't even shake after being hit.

After the car passed through a short tunnel, a cold green pine forest appeared outside the window, and further ahead, there was an azure beach.Murata turned his head and said to Fu Heihui: "Look, the sea!"

Fu Heihui's eyes were scattered with the scenery passing by outside the window. When the viaduct occasionally blocked the sun, they would fall into a brief shadow, and soon they would be covered by the sun again.He only glanced at the sea, and his cold green eyes refocused on Murata.

Murata still looked at him.

The sun's rays outlined brilliant gold on the edge of his short black hair, the gentle smile on his face, and the joyful expression - all made Fu Heihui feel cute.Although Fu Heihui knows that "cute" is not very appropriate to describe boys, but the moment he saw Murata, the only adjective in his mind seemed to be cute.

It's not that he is cute, but Murata is very cute.

The viaduct is not long, and the sea quickly disappears out of the window.

The radio in the car announced the name of the station, the door opened, and the black crowd began to squeeze down.Murata and Fu Heihui didn't get off at this stop, they tried their best to avoid it, trying to find a way out.

But it was always unavoidable to be squeezed, and Murata felt that he was pressed against the wall and rolled around like a big cake, a bit hopeless.

Murata had to straighten his back, and was about to move inside, when the Japanese round sword wrapped in long cloth strips clucked his back, Fu Heihui grabbed his wrist and pulled it in front of him, Murata followed his waist Sticking it hard, with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"

Fu Heihui looked at the crowd of people at the door of the car as if nothing had happened, and said, "There are few people on my side."

Before the end of this sentence, several people were squeezed and bumped into Fu Heihui's shoulder.There were too many people, even Fu Heihui couldn't stabilize his figure, pressing down on Murata and hitting the wall.

Their heads were staggered, and the tip of Fu Heihui's nose almost hit the gray-white metal wall.He propped his arms against the wall just in time, putting a little distance between himself and Murata.

Breathing could be heard for a while, and Fu Heihui inexplicably smelled some sweet candy - from Murata's mouth.

He remembered that Murata took the sugar bowl when he went out.

Murata bent slightly to the side, looking behind Fu Heihui.He said, "There's no one left."

Fu Heihui pursed her lips, stood up straight, turned around, and continued to lean against the gray-white car wall side by side with Murata.Murata reached out and touched his lower back, frowned, and made a bitter face: "Hiss, the lower back seems to be scratched."

"...how could the skin be scratched there?"

"The sun wheel knife was not placed in the right position, and it was scratched by the corner of the scabbard just when it hit the wall."

Murata reached into his jacket and touched his lower back.When the finger touched the muscle close to the Sun Wheel Saber, a dense and sharp pain surged up.

His expression didn't change much, he looked down at his retracted hand, his fingertips were a little sticky red, it seemed to be bleeding.

At this time, the car entered the station again, and the sound of announcing the station sounded.Murata wiped his hands on his clothes casually, and after wiping them clean, he went to hold Heihui's hand: "It's the stop, let's walk, get off."

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes and followed him out of the car silently.

The two left the station, the temperature outside was low, but the sun was dazzling, and the sky was so clear that there was no cloud.Murata glanced at the time on his phone, and said, "It's still early, if we go to Morikawa's house now, it will only take half an hour at most..."

He was originally standing there looking at his phone, but suddenly Fu Heihui grabbed his wrist and dragged him in one direction.Murata had to put down his phone, and looked at the back of Fu Heihui's head with some doubts.

From the back of his head, he could only see short black hair like fried hair, with a few strands sticking out, like a sea urchin.

Murata was puzzled: "Hui? Do you want to buy something?"

Fu Heihui dragged him to the nearest convenience store, and walked up to the owner with a sultry face, his voice was as calm as ever: "Boss, do you have medical kits for sale here?"

The owner behind the counter is a young girl.She looked at Fu Heihui suspiciously, and then at Murata, who was being dragged by the wrist by Fu Heihui, who was also confused—then the girl asked in surprise, "Murata? Why are you back?"

Murata was a little helpless, and said, "Come back and do something."

A friendly smile appeared on the girl's face: "You come back and tell me, is this your classmate?"

Just as Murata was about to talk about her boyfriend, Fu Heihui interrupted, "Well, classmate."

Murata glanced at Fu Heihui subtly, but Fu Heihui didn't look at him.He was a little depressed, drooping his eyebrows and responding unhappy: "Well, it's a classmate."

My wife Dengzi always thinks that these two atmospheres are weird, but I can't say what is weird.But she is not a sensitive person, so she didn't think much at all, picked up the medical kit from under the counter and pushed it to the two of them: "Here, this is the medical kit in the store. Since it is Mr. Murata, there is no need to pay for it. Take it and use it, and return it to me when you’re done.”

Fu Heihui thanked in a low voice, and took the medical kit.Murata asked softly, "Are you injured?"

Fu Heihui pointed to the rest area of ​​the convenience store, motioning for him to go over.Murata followed Fu Heihui inexplicably, and when he saw Fu Heihui sat down, he also sat down.

But was stopped by Fu Heihui: "Turn around and sit down, lift up the back of your clothes."

Murata realized slowly that the medical kit that Fu Heihui borrowed was for her own use.

He sat down with his back to Fu Heihui as Fu Heihui said, took off the knife, and rolled up the hem of his clothes to expose his waist and abdomen.There was indeed a piece of skin scratched on the back of the waist, and the wound appeared on Murata's overly fair skin. Although it was not serious, it looked scary.

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, bit his back molars unconsciously, and quickly let go.He didn't say much. After opening the medical box, he found the anti-inflammatory drug medical cotton cloth from it-a cotton swab full of disinfectant rolled over the wound. Fu Heihui's movements were very light, and his wrist was extraordinarily stable due to years of practice.

After the wound was stained with the potion, a layer of white foam appeared, and Fu Heihui asked, "Does it hurt?"

Murata's voice was still the same as usual: "It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything."

Fu Heihui let out a 'hmm', and began to apply medicine on it, and then put gauze on it.

Murata lay on the back of the chair in a daze, the place where the back touched the air was a little cold, but only a little.He felt that this experience was very special-because no one at home except Mrs. Murata cared about such a small wound.

But when Fu Heihui helped him treat the wound, it felt very different from when his mother helped him treat the wound.

Murata also couldn't tell what was different.It is obvious that both of them have the same gentle and skillful technique.If I had to find out the difference, it would probably be that Fu Heihui's tone was a bit colder than that of her mother.

but……

Fu Heihui's fingers were so hot.

The boy's extremely hot fingertips curled up while holding the cotton swab, and it was always inevitable to touch the other skin on his lower back.There seemed to be a slight electric current rushing through the touched place, making people's brains dull.

Murata has never felt that the waist is a sensitive part.But after being touched by Fu Heihui's fingers, the place that was originally insensitive suddenly seemed to become sensitive.

Every time Fu Heihui's finger touches a piece of skin inadvertently, he unconsciously wants to dodge——

Suddenly, Fu Heihui Gujing Wubo's calm voice came from behind him: "Ah Li, don't move around, the gauze will stick crookedly."

Murata: "...OK."

He unconsciously exerted force on the edge of the chair, his fingertips turned a little crimson pale, and then he tried hard to restrain his desire/desire to avoid Fu Heihui's fingers.

"All right."

After pasting the gauze, Fu Heihui put down his rolled up clothes.

When putting away the clothes, Fu Heihui's fingers obviously didn't touch Murata, but Murata shivered.Fu Heihui was puzzled: "Are you cold?"

Murata stood up abruptly from his chair: "No—yes, it's a little cold."

"I'll return the medical kit to Dengzi first!"

He quickly put things like cotton swabs and disinfectant back into the medical box, then picked up the medical box and walked quickly back to the counter.

My wife Dengzi supported the cash register with both hands, squinted her eyes and approached: "Murata, you are very suspicious."

Murata: "Huh?"

My wife Dengzi took the medical box, and then glanced at Fu Heihui who was sitting in the rest area not far away - the beautiful boy I didn't know looked at Murata's back quietly, his eyes made my wife Dengzi get goosebumps.

She approached Murata and whispered: "What is the relationship between that black-haired brother and you? Are you really just a classmate?"

Murata didn't understand why she suddenly lowered her voice, but she lowered her voice cooperatively: "It's a classmate, otherwise what else could it be?"

My wife Dengzi swears: "Trust my intuition, this person is either secretly in love with you, or wants to assassinate you, you choose one of the two."

Murata was amused by her nonsensical words, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Have you read too many girl manga? The college entrance examination is coming this semester, so you should study hard."

My wife Deng Zi glared at him, and said angrily: "If you don't listen to my master, you will overturn sooner or later!"

How could it overturn?

That's my boyfriend, okay?

Murata complained in his heart, but he didn't say it in front of my wife Toko.Although he really wanted to show off Fukui Megumi to everyone, that's right—if it was Megumi, even if it was a little trouble, Murata felt that he could accept it—but forget it.

He returned to Fu Heihui's side: "Let's go, first go to Morikawa's house to see if there are any traces of curse spirits. If there is no problem with Morikawa's house, then go to the cemetery."

Fu Heihui nodded, picked up Murata's knife, and explained: "You just got medicine on your back, and it's easy to scratch with the knife on your back. I'll help you carry it."

Murata thought for a while, and felt that what Fu Heihui said made sense, so he acquiesced.

The two transferred to the bus to Fujiyama Station, and after getting off the bus, they could see a lonely blue stop sign standing on the side of the road.There are rice fields on both sides of the road, and the seedlings in early spring have been planted, and the shallow water in the fields is full of clear and sparkling light.

Tengshi Mountain is not far behind the rice fields, and it is very easy to recognize because the whole mountain is purple, and that purple is like spilled ink, or thick or light smudges.

Murata pointed to the mountain: "I grew up on it, vine attack mountain."

The two walked across the field ridge and walked up the rattan mountain in a short while.

Some retro residential buildings can be seen faintly among the wisterias on the mountainside. The black and white houses reveal the tip of the iceberg from the rich purple, which looks like a scene in an anime.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, there is a wide staircase made of blue stones that spreads upwards.There are vermilion torii gates on both sides of the stairs, and the thick rattan of wisteria flowers bends over the top of the head, and dense clusters of purple flowers hang down.

Those wisterias grew so lushly that they didn't even look like weak and clinging vines, but strong trees.

Fu Heihui looked up at the bunches of flowers hanging above his head. Fragments of sunlight fell from the gaps in the vines, passed through the purple flower buds, and fell on his cheeks with a dry and warm aroma.

"Hui, let's go—"

Murata's voice came from the front, and Fu Heihui looked up, and Murata had already walked up a few steps.He stood at a slightly higher place, looked back at Fu Heihui, and stretched out his hand to him.

Fu Heihui put his hand on it, but this time he was no longer restrained and just grabbed his wrist.His fingers lightly inserted into each other's fingers, and then they interlocked, holding hands as if nothing had happened.

Murata still didn't feel it - or he felt it, but felt that it was right for them to hold hands, so it didn't matter.

Megumi Fukuro carried Murata's sword on his back and walked on the long stairs surrounded by wisteria flowers.The wisteria flowers overhead cast overlapping shadows on the slightly mossy stone steps.

He looked up at the stairway with no end in sight, and said, "Did you walk this stairway when you were young?"

Murata sneezed from the strong aroma of wisteria flowers, rubbed his nose with the other hand, and said in a low voice, "I can go, because this is the only way down the mountain, and the other ways are not safe."

Fu Heihui: "This road is very long."

Murata looked up and said, "It's a bit long... But I've been used to walking since I was a child, so I don't think it's a big deal."

Fu Heihui didn't speak any more.

He thought of the appearance of Xiao Murata again—the eight or nine-year-old Murata was probably also holding his Japanese sword, walking on this long road step by step with a straight face.

From a small boy with an expressionless face all the way to a tall boy, he finally walked in front of Fu Heihui.

Who will the eight-year-old Murata pick flowers on this road in the future?

"benefit!"

He heard Murata calling himself again.

Fu Heihui turned his head, and before he could ask Murata what he wanted to do again, his vision was covered by soft purple petals.He was stunned for a second, and Murata's uncontrollable low smile was next to his ear.

Murata raised his hand and moved the position of the flower string, with a smile on his face: "You are so slow to react, don't you feel it even after I put the flowers on your head?"

Fu Heihui raised his hand and plucked the string of wisteria flowers from Murata's hairpin from his hair: "I'm a boy, don't always want to put flowers on my head."

Murata said confidently: "It's pretty. Megumi is really suitable for hanging long strings of flowers around your ears, especially—"

There was a subtle pause in his tone, and then his face flushed, and his eyes flickered to complete the sentence: "It's very beautiful, I like it very much."