Chapter 256 The May Festival of the University of Tokyo (1)

At night, the curtains sway slowly by the window.

Occasionally, some moonlight will sneak out from the gap in the corner of the window.

"Zhaojun, what happened to Sansilangjun?"

Uesuma looked at the Hanaman Hanafire on the bed beside him, with his head resting on the shark doll's belly.

Her hair was lying quietly in front of her, and she could touch it at will as long as she reached out.

Under the bright silver moonlight, she is extremely beautiful.

He continued to preach:

"The story came to an abrupt end. Mr. Natsume did not write about Sanshiro's future whereabouts, but only about his whispers of despair after losing Miyako.

"As Rimi Miyako whom he admired said, "The lost sheep are still wandering on the road."

Uesugius rolled her hair with her fingers and looked at her eyes. There was always a calm fragrance on her body.

"This story is not someone's fault. Miyako has her own pursuits and needs. Sanshiro's background and living environment determine his insights and personality. He only has strong feelings, no strength to contrast with it, nor does he have the talent and knowledge like Nonomiya, the Toda teacher.

"Miyako also has a good impression of Sanshiro, but this good impression has not turned into a desperate love. She was not responded by Nonomiya and had to make the mistake and find another place."

Uesugi Doo thought of Sanshiro's confusion about his feelings, and couldn't help but recall his past self:

"Huahuo, if I hadn't confessed to you at the beginning, would you still expect me?"

Hanamaru Hanamiya put his hand in front of him, lying quietly on the white belly of the shark doll, "Haamiya. I should try my best to encourage myself, and if Zhaojun confesses to him once, I refuse.

"I don't know what to do with Fireworks."

Her beautiful appearance made Uesuma a little dazed, reminding herself that she was right next to her and in front of her.

He was afraid that this life would be just a dream he had in his previous life because he was too lonely.

I was afraid that I would open my eyes and see the empty ceiling, so I turned my head and saw a bunch of plastic takeaway boxes that I had eaten.

It's a bit pretentious again.

Uesugi Go forward and hold Hanamaru Hanawa's little hand and said to her:

"Sleep, it's time to go on stage tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the way Hanamichi is trying hard to sing."

Hanamaru Hanabu hand supported the bed and moved his body closer to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Zhaojun. You can sleep in the arms of the fire."

"Aren't you afraid that I will do bad things?"

"No, it's okay"

"Then I'll hold it."

"good"

Uesugi Seo reached out and wrapped around her petite back and hugged her soft shoulders.

Hanamaru Hanabu curled his hands on his chest, pillowing his stretched arms, lowering his head slightly inward.

The moonlight through the soft curtain swayed in the breeze, the girl's soft hair, curled up in her arms, and her side face was still delicate and clear under the dark night, making Uesugi who was holding her feel warm and in love.

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“棹君棹君棹君棹君.”

Huamaru Hanabu tilted his head, his eyes were dull, and he sat mechanically in front of the mirror, constantly eating the chocolate he made for him on the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Her teeth made continuous harsh sounds, and her pupils shrank, and she kept asking her cute face in the mirror:

"Zhaojun likes firewood, right?Zhaojun likes firewood, right?Zhaojun made chocolate for Zhaojun. It would be impossible for Zhaojun to have no firewood around him, right?"

The cold and weak voice kept echoing in this pink room.

With a click, the chocolate scattered all over the ground. She suddenly hugged herself, curled up sickly together, staring at the dark corner under the cabinet and muttering to herself:

"Why did Zhaojun collect other people's chocolates? Zhaojun obviously has fireworks, isn't it good to have fireworks? The fireworks are so cute and the fireworks are so beautiful. It's enough for Zhaojun to have fireworks alone.

"The fireworks belong only to Zhaojun. It is impossible for Zhaojun to have no fireworks."

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"Zhaojun,Zhaojun,Zhaojun."

The weak voice calling his name became louder and louder. He closed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. What followed was a dazzling white light.

"Zojun, it's time to get up." Hanamara Hanawa shouted carefully.

"It's morning?" Uesuma Tsubaki tried hard to open his eyes, his head seemed to be sleeping a little swollen.

"Well," Hanamaru Hanamaru nodded, and could smell the breath from his face. "My mother came to call us once just now. Hanamaru wanted to get up first, but Joe hugged her too tightly."

Uesugi Doon then realized that she was holding her, her belly was tightly pressed against her, and part of it was soft even through her clothes.

The girl's body is as soft and sweet as her personality.

Maybe he is a sick person deep in his heart?

Uesugi Do shook his thoughts. Perhaps because he had dreamed of the bad fireworks these days, his dream last night was particularly strange.

He even had reason to suspect that if he had been in front of the fireworks, he would have been ruthlessly restrained, tied up by her, and would not be allowed to go anywhere. Every day, she would feed carefully prepared meals with an attached look on her face, and would say how much she loved Zhaojun, and occasionally help him solve his certain needs.

This kind of desire to control one's character is terrible.

"Zojun, what are you thinking?" Hanamara Hanami's cute face shining.

"Nothing," said Uesugi, and relaxed her hands tightly, "I hugged her so tightly at night. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

He doesn't care about dreams, it's just a dream.

"No." Hanamaru Hanabu's face turned a little red in front of him.

As long as her face slightly blushed, it would reveal the girl's unique shyness. Uesugi Sao put her face over, put it on her lips, and gave her a good morning kiss.

"How does it feel?"

“Yes, very good”

"So do you want me to help?"

"Zojun." Hanamara Hanahuo clenched his clothes with both hands, and his voice suddenly became so shameless that it became hard to hear.

Uesugi Said softly: "Do you want it?"

He grabbed the clothes on his chest closer and closer with his hands, and his face was as red as a fever, and he buried it lower and lower:

"good"

Dongdong!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Uesugi Teru noticed that his eyes were closed, and his face was hot and his body became nervous instantly.

"Zhaojun." She was very worried.

"Don't make a sound, just pretend to be sleeping."

Seeing that he didn't respond, he pushed open the door and Mrs. Hanamaru looked at the two people who were still sleeping on the big bed:

"Xiaozhao, Huahuojiang, why haven't you got up yet?"

Huamaru Huayu was sitting in her mother's arms, looking at the big bed curiously.

"Didn't Huahuo wake up just now? Well, that's right, after all, he has been a lazy person who loves to sleep since childhood."

"Go and wake up your brother and sister." Mrs. Hanamaru said to her and placed the little guy on the quilts of their two people.

Huamaru Huayu looked very happy. She knew who the two people who were still sleeping in front of her were, and her shaking hands and legs kept crawling on the quilt.

Soon the little guy climbed into the middle of the two, and saw his brother and sister still sleeping, stunned, as if he was thinking about waking up whom he wanted to wake up first.

In the end, I chose my sister, grabbed Huamao Huahuo's face with soft hands, and shouted in a slight voice:

"Sister~Sister~"

It still hurts to catch people because they are not easy to control.

Hanamaru Hanawa, under the urging of his sister, had to sit up, his face still red.

Mrs. Hanamaru stood at the door and smiled: "Wake Xiaozhao up, come out to have a meal, get up and put on your clothes, take Huayu out to feed her. Are you going to attend the campus festival today?"

After saying that, Hanamara Hanabu nodded and closed the door again.

When Uesugi saw that his mother-in-law had gone out, he sat up from the bed and took tissues from the bed cabinet and handed them to Hanaishi.

My sister was moving restlessly in her arms. When Hanamara Hanao saw the tissue he handed over, her face still looked shy.

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After breakfast, I took the tram and got off at Todaemae Station.
To be continued...