[SD] The daily life of a girl with snake spirit disease

"Judo club?" Huadao was still grimacing.

I nodded again and again.

Even though I had already issued an ultimatum to Aota Tatsuhiko, I was not arrogant enough to hide Hanadao, but told him what happened in detail.You know, the perspectives of thinking between men and women are different, and concealing each other is simply creating a gap for each other. I'm not that stupid.

Moreover, Huadao is actually not the kind of person who will take the initiative to find someone to fight, so I am only worried about the other party's provocation, but I am not worried that Huadao will hit the door.

"Aota Tatsuhiko..."

Knowing everything, Huadao didn't say anything, and the terrifying look faded away.To be honest, the flower arrangement that is no longer funny is actually quite scary.

Huadao helped me tidy up my clothes, and then they walked side by side on the way home.

Suddenly, he asked me:

"I remember when you were young, you told me that the one who likes to write novels the most, why did you learn martial arts instead?"

"..."

I opened my mouth and suddenly didn't know how to answer.Do you want to tell him that it is because of the eyes of my stepfather and stepbrother that scare me more and more as I grow older?

Speaking of which, this is the first time Huadao asked me about Hokkaido.Just like when I came back, I never took the initiative to mention the death of Huadao's father.We have been tacitly avoiding the past that we don't want to look back on.

Oh no, maybe, the so-called tacit understanding may just be my self-righteousness.Or he might just not be interested.

So why wonder now?

I looked at the tall boy beside me, and answered his question anyway.

"Because the pen can't protect itself, but karate can."

He stopped in his tracks when he heard the words, and suddenly turned around and asked me: "Then you dyed your hair red like me, and you want to protect yourself?"

I am silent for his sharpness.

This is the second time today I've heard people mention my previous red hair.

In fact, Mito didn’t know that Huadao dyed his hair red not because he liked it, but as I said, red hair is just a protective color.

Because his father was a sailor and his mother died young, Huadao often had to live in other people's homes when he was a child.Poor and no one to protect.So being squeezed out, fighting, getting injured, and having no one to take care of is a compulsory course for Huadao since she was a child.Should I thank God for the gift? Even though Huadao, who looks like a weed, has grown up like this, he has been standing firm with his fists, but it has not changed his lovely and innocent nature.

The strong, red-haired, stubborn, mischievous and warm Yingmu Huadao seemed to appear in front of my eyes again when I was a child.

"Have you ever seen a traffic light?" Xiao Huadao pointed to her red hedgehog head, and said to me, who was also a little girl at the time, "I am a red light, and everyone should stop. After dyeing this, they dare not be casual." Come to find fault."

During the few days when I lived in Huadao's house, he was my protector, and he held up a small space for me who was afraid of everything.

So... In Hokkaido, when the impermanence of life oppressed me who was helpless and helpless, I used the first manuscript fee I earned to learn ikebana to dye my hair red.I hope that those things that I am afraid of can avoid red lights as Huadao said.I hope... the male god in my heart can give me strength from afar.

A hand suddenly caressed my face.

I just realized that before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

"I just want to be more like you," I said through a sob. "Red hair makes me feel like you're protecting me."

Hearing my answer, Hanamichi sighed softly.

"So, you are very strange, Yingzi. You were very timid when you were young, you would only cry when you encountered things, and you were afraid of everything, but now you have become like this." He even smiled, "You are still loud in the afternoon Tell everyone that I know how to protect women, but when you encounter something, you only want to protect me, and even go to fight with others."

Through my foggy eyes, I saw the seriousness and maturity on the face of the boy in front of me that I had never seen before.

Huadao said: "Sakura... all these years in Hokkaido, what have you encountered? What made you become what you are now? To be honest, I am a little afraid to know."

His words made me unable to hold back the tears that fell in a string.

Huadao wiped off every bit for me, then said with a helpless smile:

"Didn't you say that I am very powerful and a genius? Then you can believe what I told you - I will protect you, don't be afraid."

Childhood memories surged, and I couldn't help but hold his hand.

I saw something shining in Huadao's eyes, is that... is it what I have been pursuing?

I didn't even dare to confirm.

"Okay, stop crying." Huadao didn't feel my longing, but took his hand out of my palm, rubbed my head and said, "Don't be so impulsive next time. Let's go home Well, I've been training for a long time, and I'm starving to death."

He took a few steps forward, found that I hadn't followed, and looked back at me suspiciously.

Under the slanting sunlight of the setting sun, Huadao put his hands in his trouser pockets, his schoolbag on his left arm, and tilted his head, casually and freely. It seems that it will fly out of my world at any time.

I suddenly felt very scared.

"ikebana……"

I staggered forward and grabbed the hem of his clothes, feeling a little desperate in fear for a moment.

For a long time, I wanted to use the daily bits and pieces to integrate into the life of Huadao to get his love.But what if?What if all the responses are my illusions, my wishful thinking, and he treats me just like his childhood sweetheart, with tenderness, protection, and caring, but no love?

"What's the matter?" He asked me inexplicably, even bent down and looked straight at me, his tone was unprecedentedly gentle and patient.

I looked at him, and I could even see my reflection projected in his eyes. Suddenly, I remembered a word——

Life hanging life.

The samurai in ancient Japan were willing to sacrifice their lives in order to keep their territory, even when there was no hope.That kind of self-sacrificing and desperate effort is described as life hanging.And I have been cut off from my previous life, and I have been wandering in Japan until now, and I have nowhere to go.Whether it is writing or martial arts, I carefully bloom each flower, eager to show the most beautiful moment, from the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the end, all this hard work is actually just to get along with the person in front of me. The teenager formed a relationship.

How is this not "life hanging for life"?

At this time, Yingmu Huadao was still bending over to look at me. In an instant, a kind of martyr-like courage dominated my heart.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

The author has something to say: This is a book about hanging life.

PS, QAQ, don't urge Wen Ang, the stupid author is trying to hold back his big move!