“He has money.”

———————

All afternoons were competitions, but none of them were related to Uesugi, so he took a leisurely fishing.

Sitting under the shade of the trees covered with the sky in the back garden, even the words on the book began to cool down.

The school uniforms of the five campuses are different, but Uesugi still likes the black sailor suit of Kamitsu.

——The collar that can just reveal the collarbone, plus a small red scarf on the chest, a pleated skirt that sways in the wind, and finally a dark and shiny round-headed leather shoes under black stockings.

Ask why you like it, because it will be worn by fireworks.

Uesugi was waiting for the little beggar here. He heard Hanabu call and said that she said righteously today that she had to apologize.

......

“Yes – I’m sorry!”

Kitagawa Kasa, who was holding her skirt with great force, saw Uesugi Sato closed the book.

There are a few Chinese characters she doesn't know on the book.

Uesugi did not answer her immediately because as soon as he closed the book, he found Hanamaru Hanao secretly hiding behind the vending machine in the distance.

The light on her ring shook to herself.

With so many explanations, does she still have no confidence in herself?

It seems that all the encouragement will be deliberately digested by her, and in the end it will be blamed on herself.

Blame yourself for not being good enough and blame yourself for not being good enough.

Uesuma suddenly didn't know how to cure her little inferiority complex.

The only thing you can do now is to spend more time with her.

No matter how ordinary it is, she can be better as long as she is by her side.

Her wish has always been so small and simple.

“Yes – I’m sorry!”

Seeing that Uesugizo ignored him, Kitagawa Kasa, whose face turned red, quickly said again, and glanced upwards from time to time.

"Didn't you want me to apologize today?"

After Uesugi Takes a look at the vending machine again, there is no trace of fireworks there.

"If you don't apologize first... I'm afraid you will ignore me..."

"In fact, I don't want to pay attention to you at all."

"I... hate it?"

Kitagawa Katsusa, who was wrapped in gauze, lowered her head. She clearly apologized, but she still responded like this.

Uesugi is the most shameful girl, because her depressed look reminded him of the fireworks in the past.

He slowed down a little:

"The problem is not you, I'm sorry."

After saying that, he got up and walked away.

The leaves rustled over the head, Kitagawa Katsuya turned around, and the girlish color rippled at the hem of the skirt:

"Thank you, thank you for your 2,000 yen."

The sound, accompanied by his back as he drifted away, became smaller and smaller:

“Although I didn’t use it…”

———————

From that day on, it started to rain.

Sports festivals are also postponed at the same time.

This is a weather forecast and no forecast.

The rain had lasted for three days, and Huawan Huo caught a cold the next night, which happened to be the night when the bottle of health protection agent disappeared.

Uesugi Sao squatted beside her bed with the medicine, watching her breathing uncomfortablely with her mouth.

She breathed uncomfortablely, squirting the air.

I also hate the continuous rain outside the house a little bit.

I took a look at the dial and it was already lunch time.

"Zhaojun..."

Uesugi Sato leaned in front of her.

Hanaman Hanabu's originally cute little face was very uncomfortable, and her face was abnormally red.

She frowned and closed her eyes tightly, and the faint voice she made also carried a strong pain:

"Zhaojun,Zhaojun...can tell Huahuo... what exactly did Huahuo do wrong..."

The rainfall from the clouds in the sky seemed to flow on her feverish forehead, full of moist hair.

Did you have any dreams?

The situation that has improved slightly in the past few days is probably because of this disease again.

Uesugi Do not want to watch her have this uncomfortable dream, so he shook her gently and called her name:

"Fire, fireworks, fireworks--"

Hanaman Hanabu reacted and frowned several times in a row before opening his hazy eyes hard.

Everything is blurred in the drowsy brain.

The sound of rain came into my ears and my eyes were flowing with crystal clearness.

After a long time, Huahuo, who had exited from the dream, realized that this was his room.

The first thing that caught my eye was his familiar face.

Huawan Huahuo's purple eyes gradually turned back to highlights, and she stretched out her weak little hand to him:

"Zhaojun..."

Uesugi Sao held her hot and pitiful little hand.

"Are you dreaming? You're still crying."

Hanamaru Hanabu didn't want him to worry, so he said in a fever voice: "No, it's okay...it's just some heat..."

"I still talk nonsense when I have a cold." Uesugi Doo could feel her little hand leaning against her, soft and petite, "Did you forget what I said to you before?"

"Well..." Hanamaru Hanaguchi, who had a deep nasal voice, nodded slightly, "Hanawa is Joe's fiancée... You can't hide everything alone."

The bitter decoction is filled with fog and heat.

"So if Huahuo is uncomfortable, remember to tell me that it is not good for you to hide it in your heart."

Uesugi Cho picked up the bitter medicine on the side, "Hashima is already pitying enough. For her, being happier is the most important thing."

Hanamaru Hanabu saw the spoon handed to his mouth and said to him apologetically:

"Sorry... The Hanao worried Joon again..."

"I'm so kind to me."

Uesugi Tho handed the soup to her mouth one by one.

"Is it bitter?"

“A little bit…”

"After all, it's a Chinese medicine, and it's normal to have bitterness."

"Do you want to eat candy?"

"Zhaojun..."

Seeing that she didn't want to eat, Uesugi said with a smile: "Do you don't want to be treated as a little girl anymore?"

Huamaru Hanabu nodded.

"What's the matter? You are the real little girl who is the little girl if you eat a candy."

Uesugi Sao handed out the peeled candy again.

"Sometimes I really feel like you don't look like you are 15 years old."

Hanamaru Hanabu gently held the candy handed over to his finger with his cherry lips.

"Zhaojun...don't you like it?"

"No," Uesugi Doo shook his head, "Hanuwa's personality is like this, weak and fragile, so some things look like a child."
To be continued...