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Because it was still early, Murata simply took Fu Heihui home - it was only after three o'clock, and at least he would wait for 99 Yuki to come over before proceeding to the next step of the plan.

Although Fu Heihui's expression didn't change much when he entered the door, his attitude was visibly tense to the naked eye.

Entering from the gate is a courtyard planted with plants and trees. It is a very typical Japanese-style house, but some foreign renovation structures can be seen in the details.Seems to be the yard from a long time ago, it has been refurbished several times since then.

The pool in the center of the yard had just been drained of water. Several young people were busy digging out the mud and wild water plants in the pond, and the wet pebbles were piled up on one side.

An old woman in a purple single-dress kimono and a scarlet woolen shawl was standing beside the cobblestone, talking with a middle-aged man.As soon as she looked up, she saw Murata, smiling, every wrinkle stretched out, and she waved to Murata.

Murata dragged Fu Heihui over, and pushed Fu Heihui's shoulder with a smile: "Grandma, this is Fu Heihui."

Fu Heihui was a little at a loss, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, so he said dryly, "Grandma."

Grandma was a little surprised.She first raised her hand to signal Fu Heihui to stop talking: "Wait, wait - I'll look for my glasses."

She took out the glasses case from the extra sewn inner pocket inside the shawl, opened it, carefully wiped the lenses of the reading glasses, and then put them on.

Suddenly, her sight became much clearer, and the smile on grandma's face was bright again: "Oh, Xiaohui!"

Fu Heihui's ears were slightly red, but he still maintained his superficial composure and nodded politely.Grandma rubbed Brother Ku's face with her hands, and nodded again and again under Brother Ku's pupil shaking expression: "Oh, what a handsome child, so pretty——"

"Much better looking than Lijiang's two older brothers, if only my child would be fine... Ouch, what can I eat to look so good-looking? Eyes are like emeralds..."

Fuhei Kuge Hui, whose face was crumpled into a bun: "..."

He tried his best to look at Murata for help.

Murata nodded again and again: "Yes, Hui's eyes are super beautiful, just like grandma's emerald brooch."

"Hui can also cook by herself, take care of puppies, and fight very well!"

Fu Heihui was so ashamed that his mind was buzzing, and he tried weakly to stop Murata: "Ah Li, the last one is not considered an advantage..."

The middle-aged man next to him also laughed out loud: "That's really powerful. Knowing how to fight shows that you have a good foundation. Maybe you are a good seedling for sword practice."

"Mrs. Murata, go in and rest first. The silt and rotten grass in the pond can be cleaned up before dinner today. It's still too cold outside. Go in and wait."

Grandma nodded, took Fu Heihui's arm by the way, looked at him lovingly as she walked, and sighed after taking two steps: "Oh, the genes are so good, if only my child would be fine—"

Fu Heihui: "..."

He understood, that Murata guy—it must be a family tradition, right? !

It was warmer inside the house than outside, and the heat from the fireplace was drowsy.

Murata took off his coat and hung it at the door, and extended his hand to Fu Heihui by the way: "Give me the coat, the temperature in the house is very high, there is no need to wear a coat."

Fu Heihui took off his coat and handed it to Murata.Taking advantage of the gap between handing over the coat, he lowered his eyes and asked Murata nervously in a low voice: "Your grandma...does she know that we are dating?"

Murata frankly: "I know, I told her before."

"What's wrong?"

Fu Heihui turned his face away, showing an awkward and embarrassed expression: "It's nothing."

"Don't stand at the door, come and eat."

Grandma called them to sit in front of the table, took the snack box and opened it, inside were fruit biscuits in the shape of cute little animals: "Eat this first, I will go to the kitchen to get you some other snacks - school must be very hard Right? Look at me, Lijiang has lost weight...Xiaohui has also lost weight, alas, why does the child have no flesh on his face?"

She touched the muscles on the shoulders and backs of the two teenagers, and shook her head sincerely: "Too thin, too thin, the food in your school cafeteria must be terrible. Anyway, there are not many cultural classes for conjurers. If you can come back to eat, you still have to go home to eat, and the food at home is more nutritious than outside—"

Fu Heihui wanted to say that he was not hungry, but Murata pinched his thigh just as he opened his mouth.He shuddered and closed his mouth.

Murata answered obediently and sensiblely: "I think so too. Grandma, I want to eat ham and eggs."

Grandma looked at Fu Heihui: "What would Xiaohui want to eat?"

Under the loving eyes of the old man, Fu Heihui held back for two seconds, using the fastest thinking ability in his life, and squeezed out a sentence: "I also want to eat ham and eggs."

Grandma smiled with satisfaction, got up and went to the kitchen.

Fu Heihui breathed a sigh of relief, inexplicably feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.Immediately afterwards, a bear biscuit was stuffed into his mouth—he looked up at Murata, who rubbed Fu Heihui's face with his upper hand, and smiled: "Xiaohui just did a great job!"

Fu Heihui: "..."

He swallowed the biscuit, and angrily pulled Murata's hand off his face.Murata moved in the direction of Fu Heihui, put his shoulder against his shoulder, and then ate small biscuits from the box.

The small fruit-flavored biscuits made a 'crack-crack' sound in his mouth, and one of his cheeks swelled up due to the chewing action, a bit like some kind of small animal.Fu Heihui glanced twice, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Murata leaned close to Fu Heihui's ear and whispered, "If you think grandma's food is not tasty later, you can eat less, or pour it to me secretly, and don't give grandma any advice."

When he spoke, he exhaled heat into Fu Heihui's ears, making Fu Heihui's ears itchy. Fu Heihui turned his head and leaned into Murata's ear, whispering, "I'm not that picky eater."

"But why does your grandma know about the conjurer? Didn't you joke with me before? Does the whole village really know?"

Murata scratched his cheek, and smiled dryly: "No one told me that conjurers are a secrecy industry..."

Fu Heihui fell silent.

This kind of occupation sounds unusual, and the first reaction of ordinary people should be to question the formality of the academy, right?Why does Murata's family members, and even the entire village, look as if Murata went to an ordinary high school? ?

Grandma put the hot ham and omelette on the table, and the aroma of the food spread.She added some milk to the black tea and pushed it to the two of them: "Boys need to drink more milk to grow taller."

Storm ran in from the back porch, and lay down at Fu Heihui's feet, with his head arched against grandma's thigh.Grandma picked up the puppy and stroked its thinning hair.

Murata eats very well, eats fast without smacking his mouth, and does not drop food residue.He finished his plate in a few mouthfuls, and he took a small sip of the black tea cup. The heat from the fireplace made Murata a little sleepy. He unconsciously went to see Fu Heihui, who hadn't finished eating yet.

When Fu Heihui lowered his eyes to eat, his cheeks bulged, and Murata thought it was very cute.

He lay lazily on the table watching Fu Heihui eat, Fu Heihui raised his eyelashes slightly, and cast his eyes on Murata.After being caught, Murata didn't panic, and still looked at Fu Heihui openly - but Fu Heihui felt his face was hot first, and quickly lowered his head, pretending to eat as if nothing had happened.

When Fu Heihui's side face started to turn red, Murata suddenly became inexplicably enlightened, and blushed belatedly.He buried his cheeks in the crook of his arms, his softer and wetter eyes still drifted to Fu Heihui from time to time.

Every time he looked at Fu Heihui, he could feel that even if he tried to calm down, it was difficult to keep his heartbeat steady. Fu Heihui unconsciously accelerated the speed of eating.

Grandma hugged the storm, raised her hand to support the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, and asked considerately: "Is the heating in the room turned on too much? You seem a little overheated..."

Murata buried his whole face in his arms, the tips of his exposed ears were red, and his voice was low and muffled: "It's a little... a little hot, I'm going out for a walk after dinner. Hui, are you going?"

Fu Heihui swallowed the last mouthful of rice, looked down at the rice bowl: "Okay."

After eating, the two of them took a lot of effort to get rid of grandma's overly enthusiastic love for the younger generation, and they were able to walk quietly on the backyard path.

There are lush wisterias planted everywhere in Murata's house, and the strong floral fragrance is even more enduring.In order to prevent being choked by the scent of flowers, Murata put on the mask again.

When they were in the house, they both felt that it was too hot, so they chose to forget their coats when they went out.The air outside is indeed much clearer and colder. Murata used his fingers to open a gap in the mask, and breathed in the trace of oxygen between the rich fragrance of flowers and the dullness of the mask, his cheeks turned red.

His skin was pale after not seeing the sun for a long time, so when it was stained with a beautiful crimson, it was particularly obvious.

Short black hair hangs down on the side of the cheeks, Murata raised his hand and brushed his hair, and pinned them behind the ears - Fu Heihui suddenly said: "Actually, I have always been curious...why do you keep your hair? Will it affect your sword practice? ?”

Fu Heihui's training also includes the use of knives.But the people who use knives he comes into contact with rarely seem to have Murata's hair; even if they have long hair, they will grow a little longer, so that they can be tied up when using knives.

Murata blinked, and his plum red moist eyes flickered under the cover of eyelashes: "For recognition."

"Because the swordsmanship inherited in our dojo pays more attention to breathing, so I am used to controlling my breathing... If the sense of presence is adjusted too low, it will become difficult to be noticed over time. Sometimes my teammates are eager to find People can't find me, so it's easier to recognize me with my hairstyle."

Fu Heihui was stunned: "Is it difficult for you to recognize?"

Murata looked at him in confusion: "Isn't it hard to recognize? Speaking of which, you can easily find me every time... When you were at the fireworks show, you recognized me right away."

At that time, the two were separated by the crowd at the fireworks display, and Murata once thought that Fukuro could not find herself in the crowd.But unexpectedly, Fu Heihui still found him in the end, and it didn't seem too hard.

Contrary to Murata's genuinely confused expression, Fugurohui was even more confused than Murata.He always thought that Murata was very recognizable. Although he was not particularly eye-catching, he was at least clean and delicate-plus the temperament bonus of practicing swords all the year round, even if he was thrown into the crowd, he would be recognized at a glance.

But Fu Heihui recalled carefully that he and Murata knew each other now, it seemed that he was the only one who recognized Murata from the crowd at a glance.

The two looked at each other for a while, Fu Heihui frowned: "I think you are easy to recognize. Every time you mix with other people, I can always see you."

Psychological effect?

Murata folded his arms and hugged the back of his head, smiling heartlessly: "Hey, that's because Huihui has been paying attention to me, right? Just like I always look at Huihui, so I always subconsciously look for you when I go to a new place The traces of existence are the same."

Fu Heihui: "...What the hell is Huihui?"

"Don't you think it's cute? It's that kind of address." Murata shrugged and said, "You can also call me Nanako, I don't mind."

Fu Heihui raised his hands to cover his eyes, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said, "You can do whatever you want."

The two wandered aimlessly in the backyard, and finally walked to the vicinity of the kendo field.

The kendo field has a large area, the sliding door is open, and some wisteria petals blown in by the wind are scattered on the clean and bright wooden floor.It was not practice time at this point, so it was empty, and the wind passed through the middle hall, blowing the portraits on the walls.

Murata raised his arm and touched Fu Heihui's arm, his face full of enthusiasm: "Do you want to go in and play? Anyway, there is no one now, we can still learn from each other."