Saturday, August 5th.

The cool blue inland sea still impacts the wave-proof components connected to the outer dam, and the seaside town once again ushers in a peaceful and lazy day.

In the early morning, Uesugiba felt that a little hand was holding him tightly while sleeping.

But when I woke up, the girl in my arms disappeared.

Looking at the empty silk thin silk beside him, Uesugi suddenly felt a little awkward.

How to say it? It’s the feeling of my wife being gone by the pillow when I open my eyes.

He sat up and looked at the gray sky outside the window with his blurry eyes.

Grab the dial next to you and take a look at the time.

6:12:23

It's too early. Usually, Huamaru Huahuo is still sleeping heavily at this time. No matter how she touches her, she will never wake up.

He lay down and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, thinking about where Xiao Huahuo went so early.

It seems that I heard her calling her name at night.

Looking back now, I feel a distant feeling.

Uesugi Do has thought more than once about what to do if Hanawa is no longer by his side.

A girl who is so weak will definitely be bullied.

When he was in junior high school, he had seen some gangsters harasse her once.

Those guys like to do things they like for no reason.

To deal with these people, you can only do it.

Of course, harassing Little Fireworks is a serious matter.

Her father found out, and it would be unreasonable that the police station would not go in and go there.

In Japan, harassment is a serious crime and must be imprisoned for at least one year.

Smack...

The sound of Muzhazi being pushed away.

"Zhaojun... is he awake?"

Hanamaru Hanawa, who had a little messy hair, stood in front of the door that had just been pushed open, and his face was a little confused.

She asked carefully:

"Is it that Fireworks... disturbing Joe-kun to rest?"

"That's not the case," Uesugi Ousugi sat upright and turned his head, "What is Xiao Hanawa doing?"

"Go to the toilet..." Hanamara Hanabu said in a slight manner.

"Don't you ask me to go to the bathroom?" Uesuso smiled slightly. Even the gray-blue air in the room could not cover up his handsome face.

"Zhaojun is a boy..." Hanamara Hanabu was slightly buried.

"Boys can't go to the bathroom?"

"No, it's not that it's not that it's not that it's not that it's not that it's not that it's not that it's not that it's not with Fireworks..."

Hanamaru Hanabu saw his smile that had not faded, and suddenly figured out something, immediately stepped out and quickly closed the door that had just been opened, and then ran away quickly.

Is this...afraid of yourself?

Uesuma shook his head, lay back on the bedding, and then slept for a while.

For lazy people, there is no end to sleep. If you don’t pay attention, you will sleep until twelve o’clock in the afternoon.

When the sun shines on her butt, she will only remember it if she rubs her body hard.

He dreamed of the self in his previous life who held the instant coffee every noon every day to catch up on the progress of the project.

The director sat at the table next to him, and it was difficult to fish.

The memories of his previous life were actually vague, and the fragments were very messy. I only remember that he was a 995-year-old social animal.

The dream is getting blurry.

Uesuma Dora seemed to dream of Hanamara Hanawa standing on the beach with barefoot smiling at him.

Apart from that smile, the most conspicuous one is the pink and tender feet.

"Zhaojun,Zhaojun,Zhaojun..."

Hanamaru Hanai kept shaking Uesugi's arms.

"Zhaojun, get up soon."

After a long aroused breath, Uesugi Osao stood up with difficulty and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Are you going to set out?"

"I have to wait a while, mom and the others are choosing the clothes they want to wear today." Hanamaru Hanabu took back his little hand and sat obediently in front of him.

"Speaking of this, are you going to wear a bathrobe today?" Her eyes were still adapting to the light. Uesugi looked at her.

"Um......"

"I think Zhaojun is handsome or not."

Huaman Huahuo raised his purple pupils and said sweetly: "Zhaojun... is very handsome..."

Uesuma stood up with a confident smile on his face:

"Then what if the handsome Joe-jun helps Xiao Hanawa wear a yukata."

"don't want."

The girl with a red face refused directly.

Uesugi Sao "chats" with Xiao Hanawa for a while, and then she was shy and pushed out of the room.

Why be shy?

Because we are wearing "yukata" rather than "kimono".

By principle, yukatas do not wear underwear, which is not ordinary common sense?

But Xiao Hanawa insisted on wearing underwear.

Uesugi Teru stood at the door, looking at the Japanese courtyard in front of him.

The wealth-hunting tree raised by my grandmother is in good momentum and has branches and leaves.

It's just a bit big, with thick brown trunks thicker than his waist, about 2 meters tall.

In theory, potted plants like Zhaocai Tree should not be so big.

Or do the elderly like to raise everything?

"Little Hanawa, have you put on your clothes?" Uesugi shouted to the room.

"Okay, OK, Joe-kun can come in..." The sound of Hanamara Hanamichi Fireworks sounded smaller through a wooden chassis with a white crane Ukiyo-e.

In fact, Xiao Huahuo sings very well. Her voice will feel comfortable with the cool summer breeze just by listening.

But she was not very confident, so only Uesugi Do had heard the song she sang.

Pushing away the wooden raid, Uesugi saw the little fireworks dressed up beautifully by the closet.

"Zhu, Zhaojun..."

"Yes..." Uesugi Tou pressed his hand against his chin and admired it.

A silk yukata with purple flowers on white background and a lilac bellflower is elegant and exquisite on the white soft yukata.

A thirty centimeter-wide blue cloth strap around her waist, and a wisteria-flowered hairpin was hung down next to her shoulder-length soft short hair.

This is unique.

I originally used colorful green to show my yukata, but the weak girl in front of me showed a sense of agility and cuteness.

It is like the swaying lilies in the spring of April, pure and moving.

There was a girlish charm in Hanaman Huahuo's eyes.

"Okay, does it look good..." she asked weakly.

Uesugi Smiled, "I don't want to go there even though the fireworks conference has not started yet."

"Why?" the girl asked weakly.

"Because fireworks are far less beautiful than fireworks."

The praised Hanaman Hanabu was shy and buried his head. The two small hands under his sleeves were folded on the cloth strap around his waist. The wisteria flower's hairpin swayed gently beside his ears, emitting light.

"Thank you, thank you, Zhaojun..."

Uesugi Dou felt that his words were a bit boring.

But Xiao Huahuo seems to like it very much.
To be continued...