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"[Net King Doujin BG] Honey Color System"

Author: Ayaha

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Every life is extraordinary.

Connecting the beautiful people and things in memory is enough to draw a gentle curve.

There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is the man who understands life and loves it. — Romain Rolland

PS1; This is a growth series, no accidents, the male lead is Bu Er Zhou Zhu.

PS2; This article will be changed from short to long after one year, so the click is weird...

PS3; This article is realistic and artistic, the author's autumn and winter literary illness!

Content label: Net King

Search keywords: Protagonist: Hanada Mi, Fuji Zhousuke┃Supporting role: Net King and princes┃Others: Growth Department

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1Chapter01. The world is big

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Just last night, I dreamed of that orange flower field.

The red to purple sky, the huge sunset in the west, and the endless lush flowers.Brilliant as if even time was plated with gold.

The fuzzy and abstract world actually makes me want to cry.

The gust of wind blew, and the orange flower fields were set off by several huge waves.The little me covered my hair and the corners of my skirt in the waves of flowers, closed my eyes and waited for peace to come again.

"Huh——shasha—" Anxiety filled his ears.

Only in the end, the wind stopped.

I opened my eyes again, the golden flowers were still swaying, and the tall flower stems held the flower discs and pointed to the sky, but unexpectedly they did not block my sight.

Then, that figure appeared as expected.

She blocks the sun, or rather, she is the sun.

The light radiated from behind her, warm and soft.

However, that face was also immersed in this bright honey-colored sunset, so I couldn't see it clearly...

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I was six years old when I came to Tokyo.

I still remember that day, I took my father's hand and hid behind him in fear.

There is a dense flow of people around me, which has rarely appeared in the many years since I was born.

Around my neck is a black DSLR camera my dad gave me for my fourth birthday.An old camera, my father's first camera when he first dabbled in professional photography.

One morning a week ago, my father turned his back on me and made an extremely long phone call.At that time, I was exploring in the Australian wilderness, and the sand, dead wood and those strange creatures filled my sight.I'm not afraid of any of those things, or rather, I'm used to it.

I stroked the passing kangaroos, picked up the camera and pressed the shutter as they faded away.Although the technology is not as sophisticated as my father's, the things printed on the film are all things I like.

After my father finished talking on the phone, he walked towards me on the gravel.He just grinned the corner of his mouth while touching my head, and always said lovingly:

"Mi, there is one thing I must tell you."

I nod.In the time I have memories, my father will tell me every decision, and I have long been used to his heavy but interesting work.

He and I went into the tent, which is where we live these days.

My father sat across from me, and I clearly saw the fine lines on his face, but he just sighed slightly, looking at me with his pale gray eyes:

"Honey, next week we will go back to our hometown, Japan."

Japan, Japan, Japan...

Japan is my...hometown...

I can speak Japanese, but not very well.

Because of my father's work, I am always running around the world.Surprisingly, I am living happily.

Although sometimes, my father would say with a little sadness: "Our hometown is Japan after all", but I just looked at him with a half-knowledge, and I couldn't understand the seemingly heavy "hometown" in his mouth.

But now, I am sticking to my father's trousers, looking at everything in a civilized society unnaturally.I can't think of any good thoughts about my "hometown".

My father rubbed my hair, and the deep voice sounded amidst the noisy voices, which finally made me feel a little relieved:

"Don't be afraid, I'll be at your Aunt Matsumoto's house in a while."

Aunt Matsumoto, that was my father's older sister.

I heard from my father that I met Aunt Matsumoto when I was very young, but I did not search for this person from my memory. I only guessed from the few words of my father that this aunt should be as loving as my father.

I curled up next to my father, looking anxiously at everything outside the taxi.It walked through the high or low concrete jungles until a house with white walls and blue tiles appeared in front of it.

My father pulled me out of the car and rang the doorbell of the house.

"Ding-dong-"

The voice echoed in the relatively quiet street, and soon there was a loud answer from the door:

"Hi--"

The moment the door was opened, the Aunt Matsumoto that my father had mentioned finally appeared in front of me—the woman who left a gentle color in my life.

……

I don't know how long I cried.

Aunt Matsumoto just kept wiping away my tears and snot, while Uncle Matsumoto, who was relatively calm, walked into the kitchen, took out the cake they had prepared a long time ago, and placed it in front of me.

In the twisted light and shadow of tears, I saw the tempting food, but it didn't stop my tears.Because the father is obviously more important than the cake.

In early March of 1991, my father left me at Aunt Matsumoto's house, and he embarked on a journey to continue his career as a photographer.

"Father also has a reason. After a while, she will enter elementary school, and Mi Jiang has to work hard on her own life!" Aunt Matsumoto continued to comfort her softly, while my crying became the encouragement. Dissonant background sound.

Until a bright male voice came from the entrance outside:

"I am back--"

Then came the female voice:

"sorry for disturbance!"

Then came the quiet voice of a child:

"excuse me!"

And another child's slightly cheerful voice:

"Excuse me~"

My crying weakened a little with the four intertwined greetings, but the sobbing still continued uncontrollably.So the smile on Aunt Matsumoto's face deepened. She stretched out her hand and patted my back lightly, then raised her head and shouted to the outside:

"Hong, call them in quickly, your cousin Mi is here!"

"cousin?"

"Eh? Brother Hong's cousin?"

The porch quickly exploded. In the end, a man who looked like a college student entered the restaurant first, followed by a girl who was about his age but wearing a uniform, and pulled two children who were about her age to enter together. door of the restaurant.

Seeing this, my sobbing soon stopped.Except for the scary red eyes and the ugly face, there is not much weirdness.

"Oh, is this Uncle Huatian's daughter Hanada Mi?" The tall man in front of me asked happily, and then said to me with a smile, "Hello Mi-chan, I'm Matsumoto Hiroshi, your cousin."

I know that basic etiquette is still required.So he glanced at him, got up and bowed.

"This is Fuji Yumiko, the eldest daughter of the Fuji family on the street ahead." Then Aunt Matsumoto introduced.

I stared at the fair and beautiful woman in front of me for a moment, then bent over and bowed again.

"This is the older brother Fuji Shusuke, and this is the youngest brother Fuji Yuta." The beautiful sister continued to introduce Aunt Matsumoto.

Both children have chestnut hair, but the older one has the smooth cut, while the younger one has a spiky crew cut.

I continued to bow, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the older child also bent down and bowed to me, and the younger child hesitated for a moment and also bowed.

But the boy with the flat hair got up together, so he pulled the elder sister beside him and asked softly, "Why is this girl's eyes red?"

As a result, the sadness of father's departure rose again, and the tears that had been forced to stop just now poured out like a flood that broke the embankment.

Obviously, the younger child was frightened by my sudden crying, thinking that he had done something wrong, so he burst into tears with a "wow".

I heard four adults laughing and sighing, just wondering why the other kid didn't join us in crying.

Aunt Matsumoto and that beautiful elder sister each comforted a child, and finally, the crying faded away.

The child named Fuji Yuta was the first to be restrained, and I was a little slower.When the tears slowly subsided, I realized that the child named Fuji Zhouzhu actually helped the beautiful sister to comfort the younger brother beside him.

At least for a while, I wondered why a kid around my age could act like a grown-up.

The pretty boy who noticed my gaze finally turned his head and looked at me with his eyes squinted and the corners of his mouth curled up.

At that time, I didn't know that this smile would become his most talked about expression in the future.

The two of us looked at each other with extremely contrasting expressions.Until the docile boy said:

"Hi honey, Yuta and I will come and play with you often in the future."

"..." I looked at him without saying a word.

"So, stop crying."

The azure blue eyes were dyed with an intoxicating warm color by the orange light of the restaurant, as if the sky wrapped in the halo of sunset light, flickering with flickering light blocks, reminded me of the vast The flower field, and the honey-colored dream last night...

2Chapter02. Dreaming of Youth

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