I didn't expect you to be such a bear Er!

It was an old abandoned house.

The crumbling eaves are like the broken wings of a swallow, and the cool wind that penetrates through the cracks in the rotten wood is like a layer of mucous membrane on human bones, a cold fault.

Buer gently pushed open the door that screamed "Yi Ya", without any hindrance, what was presented was only a dark and narrow space of more than ten square meters.

A few gray spiders were weaving the king without flying insects on the messy roof, and the occasional light revealed seemed to be broken by the dust. I lowered my eyes, thought for a while, took a few steps to the center, knelt down and stroked it. wet ground.

The dirt adhered to the white palm, like a flaw in white jade. When he touched an obvious pull ring, the corner of Fuji's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.

"Sure enough..."

It's an air defense cellar.

ironic usage.

No matter how many lives are protected, it will eventually become an excellent place to hide crimes.

Looking at the face lightly lit by the curling candlelight, Bu Er still had the delicate and shy appearance in the image.

"Did Fuji-senpai find you? You are really alone. As expected, Nishikori-senpai is really important."

Fuji's eyesight has always been good, so even in such a dim situation, with only a little candlelight, Fuji can still see the girl who is tied up and unable to move.

When the girl saw the boy with a bandaged head appearing in the girl's faint eyes, it was like a lake falling into a stone. She wanted to say something, but the sticky tape easily blocked all words.

"I am coming."

Buer nodded, his eyes were as cold as ice and snow from the first moment he came here, "What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Hiroshi Inoue tilted his head, then as if he remembered something, he squatted sideways and roasted the candle in his hand on the girl's tender cheeks at close range, "What do you think I want to do, Nishikori-senpai? Fuji-san, I am I’m asking Nishikori-senpai, can you please stand there? Otherwise, if I’m so frightened that my hands shake, it won’t be good if the candle falls on Nishikori-senpai. After all, Nishikori-senpai was accidentally splashed by me What about oil?"

Buer, who hurriedly took a step forward, stopped, and slowly clenched the fist hanging by his side.

Qiandai looked at Hiroo Inoue coldly, then she turned her head away as if she felt her eyes were dirty.

The smile on the corner of Hiroshi Inoue's mouth froze for a moment, and then he laughed even bigger, "I almost forgot, senior sister, you can't speak now. Otherwise, I'll help you tear off the tape.

The malice in those long and narrow eyes gushed out, Hiroo Inoue just wanted to make a move when a cold voice came.

"That's enough. Whatever you want to do, do it for me. Your goal was me from the beginning, wasn't it?"

Inoue's smile disappeared completely, he turned his head abruptly, and looked at the expressionless young man coldly, "Do you think I want a man whose soul has been defiled by a woman? What qualifications do you think you have to talk to me now?" condition?"

Buer looked at him and didn't speak.

That unwavering appearance seemed to please Inoue Hiroo, and his face raised a smile again, "This is the right way. It should always be like this, clear and cold like crystal. Sadness, joy, pain, sadness, grievance... ...How can you have those boring emotions. Right, Fuji-senpai."

Hiroo Inoue seemed to be caught in his own emotions, he laughed uncontrollably, tears came out of his laughter.

"So such a perfect senior is the most perfect, and the most perfect one must be kept forever."

"Okay. I'll stay here."

The young man spoke calmly, while Qiandai, who was silent with her head lowered, suddenly looked at the young man.

Bu Erwen looked back at the shocked Qiandai, his eyes were gentle for a moment, and then there was no fluctuation, "I will stay here and let Qiandai go."

Hiroo Inoue looked closely at the chestnut-haired boy who looked like a sculpture, and the boy lowered his eyes calmly.

"Okay."

After a long time, Hiroo Inoue smiled contentedly, "I'm very happy that Fuji-senpai can say that. But..."

The boy's face is like the smile on the face of a witchcraft doll, "But I don't believe it."

The boy tilted his hand, and the candle in his hand fell freely towards the girl, under the frightened eyes of the chestnut-haired boy for a moment.

"It's all over. I'll come to you in a minute, Grandpa."

Hiroshi Inoue smiled reminiscently and tenderly.

☆、End, Stars and Tennis Balls

Final Chapter, Stars and Tennis Balls

In fact, Qiandai is not very clear about what happened.

The dim environment, the pungent smell, and the confrontation between the two of them made the beating of the heart in her chest gradually weaken. Her vision was so hazy that she couldn't even see the gentle chestnut-haired boy clearly.

She was only vaguely aware of a beautiful arc like a spark shining in the darkness, and then she lost consciousness in the warm and trembling embrace of the young man.

"The patient's heartbeat is slowing down, and the operation will be performed immediately..."

The noisy voice and messy footsteps made Qiandai, who had her eyes closed tightly, frown.

Why is it so noisy?

I'm so tired and want to sleep.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

who?What more?

I don't know, but it always feels like something important.

And where is this?

Qiandai looked blankly at the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, and why am I here?

I don't remember anything.

Holding her head, the girl pursed her lips in distress.

"Qiandai, come here."

Um?who is calling me?

The old man Huafa smiled kindly, just like when we first met, Qiandai suddenly widened her eyes, "Teacher, you are here."

He ran towards the old man uncontrollably, but the moment his finger touched it, it turned into ashes like flying red snowflakes.

"teacher!"

How could this be?

"Sister, you killed Grandpa!"

The handsome young man who appeared suddenly spoke maliciously from behind.

"no!"

Qian Dai said firmly, she looked at the boy warily.

"It wasn't you, or who? You wanted to snatch it from me, and you killed Grandpa!"

"No. I like him and he likes me. There is nothing wrong with us."

The girl blurted out, then froze in place.

"He? Who is he? Who am I? What's going on?"

Qiandai crouched down with her head in her arms, muttering to herself.

"Chidai..."

Who is it again?Who is calling me?

It was the voice, but who was it?

"Chidai..."

A gentle sighing voice, with imperceptible sadness, "It's time for you to get up, Qiandai. Don't sleep."

Why did you say that, why did you use such a tone, what's wrong, I'm clearly awake...

Obviously awake, no two.

The clean and tidy curtains are blowing in the wind, and summer flowers are blooming brilliantly outside the window.

The gentle boy with chestnut hair narrowed his eyes, looking like a sleeping girl, like a princess lying in a castle waiting to be rescued, without any trace of sobriety.

Bu Er still smiled, with the same gentle arc as before, and then said sadly and dotingly: "Do you really need the prince's kiss to wake up, my little princess?"

Holding those somewhat cold hands, Bu Er stuck them to her cheeks, hoping to warm the girl with her own temperature, "You're so capricious, Qiandai."

"so……"

The boy suddenly opened his eyes.

The girl's eyes slowly bloomed like a sleeping flower, and the unintentional arcs fascinated the eyes of passers-by.

She looked at the boy who was rarely stunned with a smile, and chuckled:

"Why don't you try it? His Royal Highness Prince Fujin."

Then all the deep affection only needs to be delivered with the tenderness brought by the interdependence of lips and teeth.

……

"Zhou Zhu, how did you save me? It felt like seeing a star, back then."

Rubbing the girl's hair lightly, Fuer Zhouzhu smiled softly, "Just treat it as the stars that my love for you attracts, Qiandai."

Bu Er Zhou Zhuo thought, if at that time, the jacket he picked up in a panic was not the jacket of Qing Xuezheng who accidentally put a tennis ball in it.

Will everything be different?

So, he is not lying.

That's really because of the stars attracted by love, Qiandai.

The author has something to say: This story is finally over now, and the story of Qiandai and Fuji has come to an end.

Although I wanted to abandon the article in the middle, because I really felt that what I wrote was not what I wanted at the beginning, but because of love and your support, I persisted in the end.

In the future, I will continue to write stories about Net King, about those excellent teenagers, and even my favorite boy who always smiles gently. Another beautiful story that can attract stars (*^ω ^*)

Finally, I wish everyone's love can attract stars and attract that beautiful boy.

———From the author of Mengmeng