......

"Zhaojun, Hua Huo actually wants to go back, but he has already agreed to the teacher..."

"Zhaojun...it's been three years...I don't know if you're doing well..."

"Zhaojun,Zhaojun,Zhaojun..."

"Zhaojun...the fireworks are still here...Don't forget the fireworks, okay?"

Uesuma wakes up from his dream and opens his eyes suddenly.

The dark and deep mist divides memory, like silk threads pulling the brain, with an indescribable dullness.

The heart is beating faster and the Western-style ceiling in the villa bedroom is reflected in the eyes.

A series of inexplicable scenes echoed in my mind, blurry and blurry.

He sat up from the bed and looked at Yuehui in the dark night outside the window, feeling his throat a little dry.

Uesuma covered his pounding heart, and he had a dream that the drizzle in the sky fell on the smooth marble.

There is the gate to Shenyue High School.

Hanamaru Hanawa rushed in with wet body, and the rain fell between her hair, soaking the white skirt.

She red eyes, lowered her head, and cried in a weak voice as usual, saying that she should not abandon her. She has been waiting forever, and will always abide by the agreement between the two and will always accompany Zhaojun.

Uesugi Sao felt sorry for her sad look, but for some reason, she looked at her crying figure and turned around and left for some reason.

I walked very far, even with the sound of rain, I could still hear her repeating: "The fireworks... are only Zhaojun..."

An inexplicable dream.

Putting these memories behind his mind, Uesugi Ousugi lifted the quilt, got up and poured a glass of water at the table on the TV opposite.

He sat back on the bed with a cup of water.

The water in the cup was shaking, and light radiated under the moonlight.

Even though he wanted to forget it, Hua Huo's sad look was soaked all over his body and made him care.

He quickly looked back on his life, nothing special or surprising.

During the ordinary time, her companionship occupied most of this life.

If I did not come to London, I chose to stay in Tokyo and wait for three years.

Will the variables in this make it difficult for the two to separate? After reuniting, it will be difficult for them to pick up this relationship again?

Perhaps it was affected by the messy demonstration, Uesugi Sao always felt that there was danger around Hanawa's side.

What if I am not by her side and encounter danger?

Can you only be far away from Tokyo and listen to the bad news from the London police?

The cool water slowly flowed into the heart and spleen. After Uesugi Yu put the cup on the bedside table, he picked up the book and took out the yellowed painting that was sandwiched into the book.

This is the first painting that Huahuo gave him.

The painting is him, the background is crooked, but from the vines, it can be seen that it is his house.

Uesugi Do now understands that this is the first time the two met.

The appearance of the little girl standing beside her mother and being timid is still fresh in her memory.

If she is no longer by her side, what goal should she work towards?

Perhaps the one who really needs the other person is yourself.

After putting the painting back into the book, Uesugi Sato lay back on the bed, thinking about what love is with his eyes open.

.........

The next morning, on Saturday morning, September 27th.

Hanamaru Hanawa was wearing a white skirt with lace edges, and gently pushed her hands to sleep on the bed, Uesugi Gou, and shouted in a low voice:

"Zhaojun,Zhaojun,Zhaojun..."

Uesugi, who was still sleeping, became conscious and suddenly, he held her and pushed her tiny arm like a conditioned reflex.

That force made Hanamaru Hanabu a little painful, and his expression became uncomfortable, and he wanted to break free from his hand:

"Zhu, Zhaojun..."

Frowning, the bright morning sunlight made Uesugi quickly realize that this was not a dream, so he quickly let go of his hand.

After his eyes tried to adapt to the strong light, he found that he had red marks on Huahuo's fair arms.

"sorry."

"No, it's okay," Hanamaru Hanaguro covered the painful red mark on his left forearm with his right hand, and then asked, "Did Zuojun have any bad dreams? His face didn't look very good just now."

Uesuma Do not want her to worry.

"It's okay, I just drank too much and felt a little insomnia last night in order to try my new coffee."

He gently touched Hanamaru Hanamaru that was hurt by his own pinch, and asked:

"It hurts very much, right?"

Hanamaru Hanabu heard that he was concerned, "No, it's okay."

The windows are open, and the sunlight falling from the green plants makes the girl's face pink and shy.

Uesugi Takes her beautiful little hand, bent down, and lightly taps her lips on the back of her hand.

"Zhaojun..."

"Really...will go back with me?"

"Um......"

"But I just went back like this, what should I do with your dream? You were bullied too much when you were a child. I want to see your growth, to see you liked by many people, and to see you own your own things."

Hanamaru Hanawa just sat at the head of the bed and looked at him, her soft and inferior heart made her voice weak:

"Zhaojun... Huahuo has been here for a short time, but Huahuo has also met many people, Mrs. Margaret, Miss Anna, Mr. Bryce, teacher and classmates...

"They are all very good and will take care of fireworks. Mrs. Margaret will bake some bread every day, make jam, and teach fireworks to make British cuisine. Everyone's life is very warm.

"It was obviously a wonderful day, but Huahuo always felt that there was a big and big place in his heart."

Hanaman Hanaman looked at him with flashing eyes, and slowly said:

"Zhaojun can come here...it is the happiest thing about Huahuo."

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"People are always fickle. After experiencing love for a period of time, there is no love." On the small table at breakfast, Yuki Hanamaru seemed to be summarizing the TV series she watched last night.

"You haven't seemed to be in love yet?" Uesugi Teru took a bite of toast and bacon and asked Yuki Hanamaru who was sitting opposite him.

"You have never been in love to understand the beauty of love, that kind of longing, that kind of beauty that is difficult to reach." Yuki Hanamaru pinched the knife and fork with his hand, and raised his head to fantasize.

In fact, she is only 2 months younger than Huahuo. Huahuo was born on October 10, and she was on December 9.

But when I think of Uesugi, I remembered that it will be her birthday in two weeks.

What should you do?

"Hey, Huahuo, what was the reason why you first learned to draw?"

Yuki Hanamaru suddenly asked curiously, "I talked about me first. At first I was bored, but later as I was drawing, I realized how happy it was to be able to record beautiful things with my own pen."

Yuki Hanamaru is the kind of girl who likes beautiful things very much. She likes pink and sweets. She likes to secretly fantasize about the kiss of the male protagonist in the comics, and then her face turns red and she rolls back and forth on the bed wrapped in a quilt.

"Am I?"

Hanaman Hanaman poked the fried bacon with a fork. "At the beginning, Hanaman was very poor in painting, only drawing circles and stickmans, and was always ridiculed and said that he was ugly."

"No!?" Hanamaru Yuki always felt that her sister's painting skills were much better than hers. Their teachers often praised her for her good foundation and that the color transfer can even make people feel refreshed.

You know, he is a professor at the Royal Academy of Arts in the UK.

"Yes." Hanamara Hanawa nodded slightly.

"Then why is it so powerful now? I think it's hard for me to catch up with you, sister, whether it's watercolor or illustration."

"It should be because of persistence...there are mainly people who have been encouraging fireworks,"

Hanamaru Hanaguchi secretly glanced at Uesugi Sato sitting opposite him, and found that he looked at him, and he lowered his head in panic.

Hanamaru Yuki did not notice the little movements of her eyes, but chewed them after taking a bite of fried egg:

"I really envy you for having such a good friend. I miss me... Woo, they only laugh at the protagonists of the comics I drew for not having knees."

Because when eating, talking and talking are intermittent.

"Have you drawn a comic?" Uesuma asked with a look up.

"That's certainly," Hanamaru Yuki was not embarrassed about it. "As a girl, I have always had a youthful vision for a beautiful love, and I just want to draw that beauty. Unfortunately, those guys who don't know how to appreciate it will only pay attention to whether the protagonist I painted has knees."

After saying that, she bulged her face, then put the remaining fried egg into her mouth with a fork, and bit it angrily.
To be continued...