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Fu Heihui's hand that was about to pick off the bouquet of flowers stopped suddenly.His hand hesitated in the air for a moment, then let it go, holding Murata's hand and continuing to walk forward.Although there was no expression on his face, Fu Heihui's ears became very red, and the under eye sockets and cheeks were also slightly red.

The eyes of both of them were a little erratic, but they refused to let go of their hands. They just held hands like this, looking left and right as they climbed up the stairs.

As the steps approached the end, Murata stopped—and Fu Heihui also stopped.Murata coughed dryly, raised his hand and took off the wisteria flowers from Fu Heihui's hair, carefully rolled them up and put them in his pocket.

Fu Heihui looked down at her bulging coat pocket, but didn't speak.Murata added: "I will meet other people in the village later."

Fu Heihui gave an 'hmm', but did not let go of Murata's hand.Murata didn't mention it either, and the two of them held hands silently and deviated from the stairs, walking on another path.

Although it is a small road, there are also blue stone slabs.Going out from this road, the number of wisterias has dropped sharply, and other trees have also appeared-mostly cypress trees, tall and dark green, with dark brown-red bark exuding a faint fragrance.

The houses hidden between the dark green and lavender finally revealed their full view. They are typical Japanese-style buildings, single-family buildings, and the distance is not too close.

As Murata said, the number of people began to increase after walking that path, and children often walked past and greeted Murata.Some people also looked at Fu Heihui curiously, but no one asked who he was. It seemed that Murata was used to bringing people from other villages in occasionally.

Murata pointed to a house with the thickest wisteria not far away: "Here, that's my home. There is also a dojo behind it, and there should be no people there now."

"If things go well, we can still catch a dinner, and my grandparents will be home."

Fu Heihui paused: "...Will it be too sudden to go directly?"

Murata: "No, my grandma likes other people to visit. Don't you want to see the storm? It is now kept by my grandma."

Fu Heihui couldn't think of anything to say no to.He lowered his eyes and said 'hmm', which was considered to be his agreement.

Morikawa's house is very close to Murata's house, almost neighbors - the thick wisteria climbing out of the courtyard wall builds a low corridor between the two houses, and Murata found a place where the tangle of rattans protruded. The foothold, climbed up like a cat, and stepped on the wall.

The interior layout of the house is similar to that of Murata's house, and one can easily overlook the whole Morikawa's house when standing on the wall.

Fu Heihui didn't follow to climb up, and stood under the wisteria to take care of it.

After a cursory glance, he didn't feel the breath of the curse spirit, and Murata frowned in confusion.He thought for a moment, then turned his head to Fu Heihui and said, "I want to go into the room in the tree and have a look."

Fu Heihui flipped up and squatted beside Murata: "Then let's go together."

The two landed lightly and silently, and the thick layer of grass in the yard was like a carpet, swallowing up the sound of their footsteps.The grass looks like it has been left untended for many days, and it can already flood people's ankles.

Murata still remembered the floor plan he had just glanced at in his mind, and he roughly judged the direction, raised his hand and made a gesture: "Go along the verandah, go straight and make a turn...then go straight again—it's about the same location. "

Fu Heihui followed behind him silently, and the two of them crossed the grass and entered the porch, just when a gust of wind blew past, the wind chimes hanging on the porch made a brisk sound of 'ding ding dong dong'.Fu Heihui looked up and saw a dragonfly made of dark green metal under the glass cover that was covered with dust and turned dark.

When the wind blows, the dragonfly shakes, and its wings hit the inner wall of the wind chime, making a sound.

He quickly looked away and caught up with Murata who was walking a few steps ahead.

Entering the back room from the eaves, the corridor between the houses is still a typical Japanese-style room gap-you can vaguely hear the voices of other people speaking from which room they don't know.

As he walked past the door of a room, Murata heard a familiar voice.He raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling Fu Heihui to stop, and then gently put his ear on the sliding door.

"How do I know about Murata? I don't have a good relationship with him. It would be good if we don't fight!"

"Huh? You ask me, who do I ask? It doesn't matter who he wants to be with! Will he break up if I don't let them be together? It's almost as good as he beat me up. If you have such a problem Why don't you go directly to him... who is outside?"

Sanae Morikawa rushed over and pulled the sliding door open, and saw Murata standing at the door, looking at him with arms crossed and half a smile—Sanae Morikawa shuddered subconsciously.He backed away unconsciously, obviously in his own home, but he seemed more guilty than Murata, the intruder: "You... what are you doing at my house?"

Murata looked past Morikawa Sanae and looked behind him.Kneeling behind Morikawa Sanae was a blond-haired girl with fair skin, long and dense eyelashes, and bright green eyes.

When Murata looked over, the girl gave him a soft and harmless smile.

Morikawa Sanae moved her position and stood between Murata and the girl: "You haven't answered my question yet! What are you doing at my house?"

Murata looked away, and made up an excuse: "Grandma just asked me to come over to see if Auntie Morikawa is at home."

Morikawa Sanae put on a straight face, trying to restrain her expression: "My parents are not here, just tell me if there is anything, I will call and tell them..."

Morikawa Sanae hadn't finished speaking when the corner of her clothes was suddenly pulled.His face turned pale, and he looked down at the girl who was much shorter than him.The girl had a sweet smile and a soft voice: "Brother, who are they?"

Morikawa Sanae said coldly: "It's just a neighbor."

Murata suddenly approached and pressed Sanae's arm in front of the girl, smiling: "Your sister? When did you have a second sister?"

Morikawa Sanae is naturally not as strong as Murata, and Murata easily crushed his arm.He struggled for a while, but to no avail, and his face was a little ugly: "Cousin, you have been living in Kyoto before, and you just came to our house to play during the holidays."

Murata didn't look at Sanae Morikawa at all, and just stared at the girl behind Sanae Morikawa with red eyes; he clearly had a clear smile on his face, but his eyes were cold, and even revealed a terrifying sense of oppression as if a carnivore was staring at lunch .

"Really? Cousin? I've never heard of it before..."

He didn't finish his sentence, the back of his collar tightened, and Fu Heihui behind him pulled him by the collar and fell back, bumping into Fu Heihui's chest.

Murata froze for a moment: "Huh?!"

Fu Heihui brought him over, but he looked at the Morikawa brothers and sisters with cold green emerald eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Then we will come back tomorrow, sorry for disturbing you today."

Murata wanted to resist at first, but looking at Fu Heihui's expressionless face, the alarm in his mind was suddenly sounded-although he hadn't figured out the reason yet, his intuition told Murata that it is better to go along at this time. Fu Heihui is better.

So he showed an unprecedented obedient expression, obediently being carried away by Fu Heihui, without even being able to say a word to Morikawa Sanae.

Watching the two guys who were close to 1.8 meters tall leave, Morikawa Sanae, who had just reached 1.7 meters, breathed a sigh of relief.But when he was relieved, he couldn't help but wondered to himself: "Who is that guy? He can actually control Murata...but his expression is so scary, and he looks pretty—"

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned his head and glared at the girl angrily: "Who asked you to talk to me just now? What if Murata recognizes you?!"

"It doesn't matter if you recognize it?"

The girl casually fiddled with her long blond hair hanging down to her chest, showing a gentle and peaceful smile: "He won't kill me."

Faced with the girl's confident speech, Morikawa Sanae rolled her eyes: "Do you think you know Murata well? People change, not to mention... a person like Murata will not stop for anyone."

"Whoever you are."

Once you are thrown off by him, you will never be able to catch up with him.

When I went in, I climbed over the wall, but when I went out, I walked through the main entrance openly.Murata obediently was grabbed by the collar by Fu Heihui. When he approached the door, Fu Heihui let go of his hand suddenly——Murata was stunned, and stretched out his arm tentatively: "Are you not grabbing the collar? Do you want to replace it with sleeves?" ?”

Fu Heihui looked sideways and glanced at Murata.It was difficult for Murata to judge from Brother Ku's simple glance whether he was angry or not, so he had to look at Fu Heihui dryly.

But fortunately, Fu Heihui finally grabbed his sleeve and dragged him to continue walking outside.

Murata: "Hui?"

Fu Heihui remained silent and continued walking.Murata dragged out the ending of his voice: "Mei—?"

Fu Heihui remained silent and continued walking.Murata simply quickened his pace, caught up with Fu Heihui, bent down and put his face in front of him, but Fu Heihui stopped when he was blocked, and looked at Murata coldly.Murata's index finger hooked Fu Heihui's finger: "Xiaohui?"

Fu Heihui was still unmoved, even when Murata's finger came over, he didn't even move his eyelids, and still tightly grasped Murata's sleeve.

The clothes Murata was wearing were still Fu Heihui's, a black jacket, a dark green sweater, and the sleeves of the jacket were ripped out by Fu Heihui.Seeing that Fu Heihui didn't respond, he hesitated for a moment, then pulled Fu Heihui into the narrow path covered by wisteria between the two houses, and got close to him—very close, so close that Fu Heihui couldn't help but blink As soon as he blinked, he felt that his eyelashes seemed to poke on the bridge of Murata's nose.

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, loosened his grip on Murata's sleeve a little bit, and caught Murata's persistent index finger: "It's too close."

The clear and low-temperature sun shines through the thick wisteria and falls on them.Seeing his reaction, Murata breathed a sigh of relief, and lightly touched Fu Heihui's forehead: "Do you want to kiss?"

In an instant, Fu Heihui's breathing froze for a moment.He didn't remember how he raised his eyes, and when he realized it, the two had already looked at each other.

The long and narrow pupils of Murata Mei's red eyes are very close, and Fu Heihui can almost see the arc-shaped light and shadow inside, as well as herself that has shrunk many times.

Seeing that Fu Heihui didn't respond, Murata persisted and asked again: "Do you want to kiss? There is no one here."

He looked at Fu Heihui anxiously, the fingers that were just hooked up, went down the finger pulp and touched Fu Heihui's palm.Fu Heihui's breathing became disordered, and the aroma of wisteria flowers climbed all the way into his respiratory tract and stomach, making his mind messed up.

He even briefly forgot about the girl with green eyes in the house.

His eyes stayed on Murata's speaking lips, and then went up: the boy's straight nose, narrow and long eyes, the end of the eyes were picked up a little, very beautiful.

That is definitely not a gentle beauty, at least the good-tempered Murata has never given people a gentle feeling.Fu Heihui couldn't find an adjective to describe Murata. All the characteristics of Murata were unfamiliar to Fu Heihui—they were among the people he knew, no one had them.

But now, this beautiful swordsman, looking closer, asked Fu Heihui straightforwardly and somewhat disappointed: "Don't you want to kiss?"

The light in Fu Heihui's eyes dimmed instantly.He clasped Murata's hand, and pressed Murata's shoulder with the other hand, going down to touch the shoulder blade.Murata couldn't help laughing, and hid for a while: "Itchy."

He moved closer, the tip of his nose touched the tip of Murata's nose, and then staggered away.So Murata didn't hide anymore, but just grabbed the elbow of Fu Heihui's sleeve and tightened his fingers.

Soft lips touched together, warm breaths staggered, and cheeks rubbed against each other.

The skin on the cheeks was also hot and soft, and when they pressed against each other, the soft cheeks of the teenagers greeted each other.Their hands tightened unconsciously, maybe even they themselves couldn't find a reason to kiss—Murata couldn't find any excuses to deceive others, Fu Heihui couldn't resist the temptation, so they kissed again logically the second time.

After sticking for a while, they separated. Both of them were a little hot, but they were still very close.Murata suddenly frowned, grabbed Fu Heihui's sleeve and tugged: "That's not right."

Fu Heihui raised his eyes: "Huh?"

Murata stared at Fu Heihui's lips, and naturally said something amazing: "Why don't we open our mouths when we kiss?"