The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

Behind her is the gentle face of the aunt, but there is a persistent and serious expression on her face.

"Is it okay to drink half of it?"

Hirakawa Hideo discussed it.

"No, you are growing up now, how can you be sloppy with breakfast? It must be finished."

Xuemu ignored his plea.

Ping Chuanxiu had no choice but to take it, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"No, it's over."

Hirakawa Hideo showed the bottomless cup to her aunt.

After the aunt nodded, she hurriedly left the room.

If he left later, he was afraid that his aunt would think of something nutritious and force himself to eat it.

I always feel that today's aunt is a little scary...

Mother Xue looked at his back in a hurry to leave, and there was a faint smile on his originally stern face, which was very shallow, but clearly visible.

She turned around and went back, tidying up the mattress that Hirakawa Hideo had slept on. The messy quilt gradually became tidy under her arrangement. This is one of the few housework she can do, and it is also a rare manifestation of tenderness.

Arranging and sorting, I don't know what I thought of, the young face was filled with traces of red, as if it had been covered with a layer of rouge, and the white and rosy red looked extremely moving.

Why does this child know so many gestures...

Mother Xue held the quilt in her hands, her eyes flickering non-stop.

Those sharp red phoenix eyes are full of autumn waves, and the soft face is blushed like spring water.

Chapter 120 Three Objectives

Hirakawa Hideo hurriedly left and hid in her room.

He didn't start doing his homework as he said, but went straight to the bed and lay down on the bed without saying a word.

Many things that happened recently flashed through my mind like an announcement.

Kato Megumi turned around with an invitation look.

At sunset, in the corridor of the teaching building.

After school, the students were very noisy and chattering, faintly heard.

The soft sunset came from behind her, dazzling and dazzling.

It's almost impossible to keep your eyes open.

"show."

Can't see her expression.

Only her voice can be heard.

"Next time, if we have a chance, let's hang out together."

Kato Megumi turned around, put her hands behind her back, pressing against the hem of the skirt that was blown up by the wind, while her short hair danced with the wind.

There was a bright smile on that cute and delicate face.

The setting sun slanted down, very gorgeous.

I don't know if the setting sun embellishes the girl's face, or the girl illuminates the setting sun.

Teacher Jing took the initiative to kiss for the first time.

The bright sunset light disappeared in the sky in an instant.

The house is very quiet, and the birds chirping from outside can be faintly heard.

Both sides could hear each other's slight breathing, and the sound of that light inhalation was actually a bit pleasant at this moment.

She didn't know what to think of, her face turned red quietly.

Intuition told him that now was not the time to stay here for too long.

However, the feet are as heavy as lead.

There was a sound of "zui", like the sound of lips touching human skin.

Something touched his neck, it was cool.

My mind was numb and blank.

Goosebumps came up all of a sudden.

The sky is flowing, and this continent is about to usher in the night.

The lights of the city are lit up like dots, as if they are resisting the coming of night.

In the room, the lights were not on, it was very dark.

In a blur, a woman was sitting on the sofa with her buttocks on her legs.Beside him was a boy, maintaining a bent posture.

The woman's face was pressed against the man's neck.

The light coming in from the balcony was very weak, vaguely reflecting a silhouette.

Ping Chuanxiu's body became stiff, and he dared not move.

He didn't know what to do at this time.

The room was very quiet, and he could hear Teacher Jing's breathing gradually getting heavier, which made him tremble somewhere in his heart.

"No one here knows what our relationship is."

Teacher Jing's voice gradually entered the ears, as if it came from a long distance, very ethereal.

And last night, Auntie was silent in the bedroom after the lights were turned off, as if acquiescing.

Those memories drilled into my mind like phantoms, invisible like water, and my head became very heavy.

In this flickering memory.

A name came to mind silently.

A woman who broke into his life suddenly but disappeared from his memory for a long time.

Sawamura Sayuri.

Followed by her face, the makeup is exquisite and gorgeous, and her hair is slightly purple.

Her voice is soft and mature, but her demeanor is lively and youthful.

And those bright eyes.

How can I think of her?

Hirakawa woke up with a start, sat up straight from the bed, sweated a little, and felt a little uncomfortable sticking to his body.

He looked around, still in his room.

Only then did I realize that the weather today is so hot.

The window is open.

Bright sunlight slanted in from the window, blowing a sultry wind.

The curtains moved by the window from time to time, following the breeze.

heat.

disturbed.

got out of bed.

Close the windows, draw the curtains, and turn on the air conditioner.

The scorching sun was blocked outside, the air conditioner was blowing cold wind, and the temperature in the room slowly dropped.

Hirakawa Hideo returned to the bed.

What should we do in the future?

In a daze, I feel as if the relationship between myself and the opposite sex has been handled a bit messily.

He accidentally touched his aunt's body twice in a row, and he was ambiguous with Teacher Jing, no, it can even be said that it is no longer ambiguous, and now the relationship between him and Teacher Jing has become more and more towards a couple.

Auntie is just an auntie... Those two times were just accidents.

Hideo Hirakawa thought with some uncertainty.

He still has unrealistic fantasies about his aunt, especially after touching her body twice.

But reality is almost impossible.

Not to mention anything else, it is impossible for Shan Yangnao and Xue Nai to accept it.And Auntie has always regarded herself as a child, and she just didn't want to blame herself twice in a row.

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Thinking about it carefully, the relationship between myself and the people around me is a bit outrageous.

If my aunt is with me, wouldn't my aunt want to call me Yang Nai and sister Yang Nai?

Or Yang Nai and Xue Nai called her father.

It is almost impossible to make it public when he is with Mr. Jing, and it is impossible for him to have such a relationship with Mr. Jing in society.

Unless you wait until you graduate.

Speaking of which, should I find a career to do something, anyway, I can still cope with my studies now.

You can't rely on your aunt for everything.

This way can only be spoiled by aunt forever, it is impossible to further the relationship between two people.

Or if you are with Teacher Jing, the cost should be quite high. If you don't make money, isn't Teacher Jing spending money to support yourself?

Things that haven't been written yet, the more I think about it, the further I go.

In the end, Hideo Hirakawa even sat up and thought about the possibility of making money.

He is not short of money now, Mother Xue gave him a lot of pocket money, but it was not his own after all.

If I draw manga, I don't know if I can meet the publishing standards...

For so long, he has drawn a lot of comics, but not many of them are drawn longer, and he draws a little based on his interest.

Hirakawa Hideo got out of bed, walked to the desk, and found many drafts of his previous drawings.

After moving here, he didn't paint a lot. Most of the paintings in the box were carefully selected from Yukinoshita's house, and the quality was very high.

Many of them were drawn when I was bored, and I didn't care about the time, but the paintings were quite good.

Ping Chuanxiu nodded while flipping through the pages, expressing his satisfaction with his painting skills.

Judging from these alone, the problem of submitting manuscripts for publication should not be a big problem.

If it doesn't work, you can go to XX to draw a color map.

If it doesn't work, just draw a notebook.

Always just the right amount of money.

Thinking about it this way, I have a little plan for the future.

Although most of it is still the fantasy of a teenager who is out of the world, it also brings him a lot of comfort.

The depression of not being able to be with someone because of reality is also slightly lighter.

Draw a story in the past two weeks, let's submit it to see.

Hirakawa Hideo cheered for herself.

It seems that in this way, I will not waste my time, and the messy relationships around me can be left behind.

Chapter 120 Four Decisions

The scorching sun illuminated the entire land.

In a house in a remote corner, Hideo Hirakawa ushered in the first weekend after moving here from Yukinoshita's family.

He was sitting at a desk with a tablet and a notebook on it, with a stylus in his hand.The tablet was given to him by Xuemu who saw that he likes to draw manga, and the notebook is the product of Yang Nai's elimination.

Forget all the troubled thoughts just now, Hirakawa Hideo is concentrating on thinking about his first manga.