The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

"Auntie, I really have nothing to do with her, you have to trust me."

Hirakawa Hide once again showed his innocence.

"Auntie believes you, but you can't lie to Auntie, otherwise Auntie will be sad."

Mother Xue whispered in Ping Chuanxiu's ear, with a hint of warning in her words. I don't know if she was warning Ping Chuanxiu not to lie to her, or warning Ping Chuanxiu not to get in touch with Teacher Jing.

In the night, a car was slowly moving forward, and the scenery outside the car window kept receding.

In the back seat of the car, two people who don't know what the relationship is are hugging tightly, a man and a woman, in an intimate posture like a couple.

Chapter 9 The tenderness of bowing the head the most

Under the star-studded night sky, there are tall buildings with lights everywhere, and the whole city shines like a city that never sleeps.

In one of the remote corners of the city, away from the city center, there is a tranquility not found in a bustling city.

A second-generation Toyota Century, with its lights on, slowly drove into the intersection, and finally stopped at the door of a house.

"Cough cough..."

The female driver coughed a few times expressionlessly to remind Snowmother and Hirakawa Hideo behind her that they had arrived at their destination.

She didn't look back, and based on her intuition, she thought that turning back to remind her was not the right choice. If she saw something she shouldn't see, her life might be in danger?It's still important to save your life.

The two people who were still embracing tightly in the back seat were startled when they heard the coughing sound coming from the front, as if they were harboring ghosts.

"Cough cough."

Hirakawa Hideo also coughed, trying to ease the strange atmosphere in the car.

"Here we go, Auntie, let's get out of the car."

Ping Chuanxiu's face was as red as fire, he tried his best to pretend nothing happened, and suggested to Xuemu.

Mother Xue nodded slightly, but there was not much turmoil on her soft face.It's just that the ears were unknowingly dyed a light pink.

The female driver did not get out of the car and sat motionless in the main driver's seat.

As a driver, the most important thing is vision.

With experience, she knew that if she got out of the car to help, although there would be no serious consequences, it might leave a bad impression on Mother Xue.

The female driver knew very well that the person Xuemu was waiting to help was not her, but someone else.

Hideo Hirakawa stretched out her hand to open the door and got out of the car, only to find that the female driver was sitting firmly in the driver's seat, motionless, without the consciousness of getting out of the car to greet her.

Strange, is this female driver so ignorant? The hostess didn't even come out to help when she got off the car.

Ping Chuanxiu had no choice but to bow by herself, stretched out her right hand and stopped in mid-air, ready to welcome Xuemu to get off the car.

Xuemu looked at Hirakawa Hideo's hand that was stopped in mid-air, smiled slightly, put her left hand on it lightly, and got out of the car, her movements were as dignified and elegant as ever.

"Auntie, go slowly and be safe."

Ping Chuanxiu held Xuemu's white and delicate hand, and carefully supported Xuemu to ensure that she got out of the car safely.

Mother Xue has never done any heavy work, and her hands are well maintained. The skin is white and tender, like snow and jade. The whole hand is soft and boneless, and it feels good in the hand.

"Xiu has grown up and knows how to love Auntie."

After getting out of the car, Mother Xue nodded, patted Ping Chuanxiu's hand lightly and said, with joy in her tone.

Xuemu was very satisfied with Ping Chuanxiu's (and the driver's) performance, and a rare smile appeared on her clear face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, warm and moving.

Xuemu held Ping Chuanxiu's hand instead, and did not let go, just like this, holding his hand and walking into the room slowly.

"Ah, this..."

Ping Chuanxiu watched Mother Xue holding her hand, opened her mouth to say something but couldn't say anything, so she had to let Mother Xue hold her hand and walk forward.

His heart was beating so fast that Hideo Hirakawa could even hear his own heart beating.

Xuemu's movements were very gentle, and it didn't make Ping Chuanxiu feel pain. Instead, it was soft and made him feel very comfortable.

Hirakawa Hideo felt that she had become very strange.

Why did Xuemother's small movements make her imagine.

Thoughts are flying, all kinds of ideas are constantly popping up in my mind.

Hirakawa Hideo understood that her heart was restless.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but it was in vain.

That warm and jade-like hand was grabbing her own...

That was my aunt holding my hand.

No matter how much he deceived himself, Hirakawa Hideo would never forget this moment. Suddenly he seemed to see thousands of cherry blossom petals flying in the air, and he seemed to be a flower-seeking dish.

Ping Chuanxiu looked at the snow mother beside her, she was not walking very fast, her steps were light, her posture was graceful, even a few small steps were so pleasing to the eye.

It was already late at night, there was almost no sound around, and it was unusually quiet.

Mother Xue was walking intently, with no waves on her face, Ping Chuanxiu couldn't tell what mood she was in now, but could only see her hair curled up behind her, and her snow-white neck as elegant as a swan.

The wooden clogs stepped on the path paved with some green grass, making a slight rustling sound.

This voice came to Ping Chuanxiu's ears, but it was so pleasant.

Gradually, Ping Chuanxiu's heart calmed down.

Those messy thoughts, those erratic thoughts, gradually dissipated in my mind.

In Ping Chuanxiu's ears, only the slight rustling sound remained.

There was a crescent moon in the sky, and the bright white moonlight shone on the two of them.

The bright moonlight coated the snow mother's clear face with a thin layer of light, making it even more beautiful and moving.

At this moment and this scene, every detail is infinitely magnified in Ping Chuanxiu's eyes.

Hirakawa praised every place from the bottom of his heart.

This short period of time seems so long at this moment.

"Auntie."

Ping Chuanxiu lowered his head and suddenly opened his mouth to call Xuemu softly, with no expression on his face.

"Ok?"

Xuemu took Ping Chuanxiu's hand and exerted some strength lightly, signaling that she was listening.

"I……"

Hirakawa Hideo knew a lot of thoughts in his heart. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

He looked up at the waning moon in the sky, holy as promised.

"This... the moonlight is so beautiful."

There are thousands of words in my heart but I can't express them, so Ping Chuanxiu can only praise softly.

"Yes."

Mother Xue stopped, looked up at Wanyue, and softly agreed.

The two stood in place like sculptures, looking up at the sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on them like fine silver powder.

Chapter 10 Who is more beautiful, me or her?

The evening wind suddenly picked up, and the wind blew by in waves, swaying the lingering in my heart.

The bright and clear moonlight fell down eloquently, like a dream.

At this moment, both of them fell into silence, looking up at the beautiful moonlight together, enjoying the rare warmth at this moment.

"No wonder Teacher Jing said that the ancient master Minghui was willing to sleep with the moon in the wild. The moonlight is indeed beautiful."

Looking at the silver moon in the sky, Ping Chuanxiu remembered a little story Mr. Jing told in class, and admired it from the bottom of her heart.

Teacher Jing?

Mother Xue pricked up her ears sensitively, and quietly grabbed Ping Chuanxiu's hand and began to exert force.

I don't know why, although Ping Chuanxiu said such a long sentence, the only thing Xuemu could hear clearly were those three words: "Teacher Jing".

Teacher Jing...

These three words from Ping Chuanxiu's mouth resounded in Xuemu's mind like a magic voice.

Mother Xue narrowed her eyes, her eyes quietly became sharper, and her temperament became more powerful.

Ping Chuanxiu didn't notice this at all, and just admired the moon on his own.

"It is said that Master Ming Hui was fascinated by a vixen under such a moonlight when he was out on a trip, and he was beaten to death with a stick afterwards."

Just as Ping Chuanxiu was concentrating on admiring the moonlight, the voice of Xuemu's voice, which did not fluctuate at all, came from his ear.

Hirakawa Xiu: "?"

Hideo Hirakawa was full of doubts, why haven't I heard this kind of statement?

And the atmosphere is good, why do you say such things...

"This must have been made up by some big talker. It is clearly stated in the book that Master Minghui died a good death, and as a master who is proficient in Buddhism, how could Master Minghui be tempted by a vixen?"

Hideo Hirakawa raised the question reasonably and legally.

"But I think it's true."

Mother Xue raised her proud head, revealing her white and noble neck like a swan, her tone was sonorous and authentic.

She directly ruled that the challenge was invalid.

"Xiu, you are no longer a child, you have to know who is really good to you, you know?"

Xuemu's tone turned back to gentle, and she said softly.

The evening wind gently blew the ends of her hair, and the bright moonlight cast a soft light on her.

"The people outside are so nice, they are not as nice as the people at home. Those who really love you and care about you are the people at home."

"You know, I want you to be happy more than anyone else."

Mother Xue's melodious voice came from beside her ears, with a hint of tenderness and firmness in her tone.

Ping Chuanxiu turned her head to look, she looked up at the night sky, her delicate side face appeared more clear and clean at this moment, extremely moving.

"I know, I know, Auntie."

Ping Chuanxiu didn't know what mood he was in, he took that warm and jade-like, white and delicate hand and gently placed it on his cheek, and said to Snow Mother.

"Stop hooking up with those vixens outside in the future."

Mother Xue turned around, held Ping Chuanxiu's face and said softly, with pity and heartache in her words.

The posture of the two became very intimate, face to face, like lovers about to kiss in a film and television drama.

"Ah, but, where did the vixen come from?"

Hirakawa Hideo was puzzled.

"You really don't understand what I'm talking about?"

The pure white palm was pressed against Ping Chuanxiu's face, and his temperature came from above, Xuemother asked softly.

"Do you have to tell me? I don't believe you don't understand."

Xuemu emphasized it again, staring at Ping Chuanxiu with her big bright eyes, as if forcing him to submit.

"Ah, this..."

No way?

Ping Chuanxiu had some guesses in his mind, but the idea was too bold, and he wasn't sure.

"Forget it, you will understand in the future."

Seeing his changing face, Xuemu didn't force it.

Hideo Hirakawa breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's windy, it's going to be cold outside, Auntie, let's go inside, it won't be good if we catch a cold."

Hirakawa Hideo, who thought he had escaped, suggested that he always felt that something might happen if he stayed outside for too long.