"You are the same as Firewood, but sometimes you are not frank enough."

Xi stroked the cup wall with her slender fingers, followed by his words, and continued to say: "A large orange tree on my grandfather's side has been cut down, and my father was knocked unconscious when he guarded the orchard at night, and he didn't even see their shadows during the day.

"But everyone knows who did it."

"I... don't know?" Kenichi Uesugi didn't tell him about this.

"Stop talking about you, even I asked Takiki again and again." Uesugi said, "Grandpa... doesn't want to worry us, nor does he want to bother us anymore."

"Do you want to go back and have a look during the summer vacation?" said Uesugi.

"Let's talk about it," Uesugi Hiro gently shook the water in the cup, "Grandpa must also know about the matter when he goes back, otherwise he will not see us."

As a stubborn old man, Uesugi Osa sighed in his heart.

However, it is precisely because of their stubbornness that their Uesugi family will not decline and be able to grow branches and leaves.

He also cared for these juniors very much.

Uesugi: "Don't worry too much, grandpa will handle the matter well."

"Um."

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At seven o'clock in the Chinese Valentine's Day, the pre-kami wedding held at the Meiji Temple officially began.

This traditional wedding originated from Shintoism, but is not entirely bound to retro forms.

Relatives, friends, relatives and relatives can all wear suits and follow closely behind the queue.

As friends, the two wives were invited to the team.

Meiji Temple at night, in the quiet temple.

The bright bonfire and running lights are staggered,

In the temple wrapped in the forest, the trees are dark and the lights are heavy. Among the lights, the only team that joins the bluestone is magnificent.

The four priests in hunting clothes and witches in witch costumes took the most steady and slight steps ahead step by step, leading the team to join.

The wrinkled mother held the hand of the bride Bai Wugui, guided her, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with her husband, and walked towards Fengsai Hall.

Under the mother's fingers, the happy look of walking under the red umbrella, every step of the bluestone will become the most beautiful memory of the past.

The hustle and bustle of the city cannot reach here.

Passers-by on both sides stared at the pure, pure and pure color.

On this Chinese Valentine's Day, people look at envious and blessings.

Hanaman Hanaman folded his hands on his chest, and his flashing eyes saw the happy smile between the groom and the bride.

The throbbing girl's heart was full of warmth.

How great would it be if... I could look at each other like this one day, and smile at the wedding with the one I like under the blessing of my family and friends.

Hanamaru Hanabu turned to look at Uesugizo who was standing beside him, and raised his head and shouted:

"Zhaojun..."

Uesugi, who was thinking about things, heard her soft voice and shook her thoughts.

He turned around and smiled: "What's wrong?"

Hanaman Hanaman, whose little hands that were folded on his chest reached out to him and asked:

"Can you... hold hands..."

"certainly."

Uesugi Dora smiled, held the cowardly little hand she handed it out, and looked at the bride Bai Wugui under the red umbrella.

"Do you want to marry me?"

Huawan Huahuo looked at him with her trembling purple eyes, and her voice was as weak as ever:

“The fireworks… have always been dull…

"The fireworks can not bring happiness and joy to Jojun like other girls, and bring interesting things.

"The only thing Hanahuo can do... is to stay quietly by Zhaojun's side, but Hanahuo is useless and can't make him laugh happily. After staying for a long time, Zhaojun may think she hates her."

"But Hanawa has always liked Jokun, and I have dreamed about how he would look when he married him a long time ago."

"so......"

Hanamaru Hanawa looked at him, his weak voice getting lower and lower.

"Hahuo really wants to be with Jokun forever, graduate, work, get married, and finally live together until the last moment of his life."

"Haihuo hopes...Zojun can like her whom he hates so much..."

Many people hate her depression, try to stay away from her, and are unwilling to give alms even if they care or care.

So, they didn't know that she was a girl who was willing to respond with all her strength to care about her.

Even if the smallest seeds are planted, they can still be broken into pieces in her kind and closed heart.

Uesugi Dok knew that she had just known her very early.

He smiled and held hands and said to her at this Chinese Valentine's wedding:

"From the time when we see you being bullied and huddled in the corner, our fate has long been destined."

My heart trembled, Huawan Huahuo raised her head, slowly showing her smile as tender as she was twelve years ago:

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Uesugi Sao also replied with a smile that only showed to her.

Compared to the time when she looked up to face herself, her smile was less bitter and reluctant.

A girl like her needs patience and tenderness to care for.

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At the end of the Chinese Valentine's Day, facing the cold wind at night, the last train of Dudian Arakawa Line passed through the intersection.

Neon lights reflect the green leaves of the red cherry blossom trees, the moonlight pours on the shimmering water, and the lights and the noisy sounds of people envelop this residential area.

Come to the Kanda River full of cherry blossom trees and sit on the shore carrying their childhood memories.

Under the hem of the skirt, the naked feet that the Huawan Fireworks protruded were shaking alternately on the water surface. When they tapped the water surface, they rippled and became so lively that they were not stained with dust.

Looking up at the bright moon, it looks gentle, attentive and cute.

Holding her hand and staring at her face.

Before we knew it, the lights that carried the children's wishes had already covered the entire river.

"Weaver Girl, I'm so tired."

"What are you talking about?"

Uesuma Dog looked at the extremely romantic Qixi River and smiled: "It's obvious that she is just a woman weaving cloth. She has been waiting for a day to meet the Cowherd every year, but she still has to take time to satisfy everyone's wishes."

"What would happen if the Weaver Girl was the Weaver Girl?"

"Haimaru Hanabu..." Hanamaru Hanabu didn't know how to answer this question.

Today, there are many people gathered in Kanda River. The thin bamboos with lantern shadows are scattered with colorful tethered paper tags.

It is full of people's wishes and hopes.

“What is it written?”

Hanamaru Hana fireworks were behind her hands, and the orange-red lights drew out her delicate and blushing outline: "No, I can't show it to Zhaojun."

Uesugizo picked up the rope of the green paper tag: "I'll show it to you, you show it to me, and exchange it equally."

Hanamaru Hanamisuo turned his head away and said, "Although Hanamisuo really wanted to see Joe's wish... Hanamisuo's wish could not be shown to Joe's wish, so... Hanamisuo gave up this exchange."

Mrs. Hanamaru and Mrs. Uesugi bought two more popsicles at the small carriage station on the side of the road, and were waving to them.

"Really not possible?"

"no......"

Sometimes, she is so stubborn.

"Then I'll help you hang it up?"

Hanamaru Hanahuo looked at him blankly, then nodded: "Okay..."

The breeze floats, and colorful paper strips with wishes sway in the wind among the bamboo leaves, with the beautiful handwriting above vaguely.

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Hanahuo hopes that Joe will always like her while she is still there.

Also... just... like her...

Although he is very selfish, Huahuo will abide by the promise he had when he was a child and stayed by Zhaojun's side.
Chapter completed!