Chapter 268 The streets under the rain

The sky is getting darker, and the yellow clouds cover the sun, and the rising and falling twilight shows the light over Tokyo.

Uesuma Doraemon took the 50,000 yen class fee he received from Uncle Kaorahara, and encountered the just-walked Hanamaru Hanafire by the pond in the courtyard.

Shirahara Qiaki followed her.

"Is this what to eat?" Uesugi Taken the small packaging on Hanamaru Hanamichi's hand and looks left and right on the transparent box.

The individual pastries inside are colorful and exquisitely decorated.

Miss Suhara put her hands in front of her and said, "This is what Hanamichi learned to make and fruit from me this afternoon."

Uesugi Seok retracted his gaze and nodded to her, "Please trouble Miss Kazuhara, this pastry is so exquisite that it feels like an artistic feeling."

Shirahara Qiaki smiled and said, "You should leave this praise for Hanaki, which she specially made for you to eat."

Uesugi Sato glanced at Hanamaru Hanabu, and her eyes always had a lively light.

It seems that she has been busy all afternoon and is not always greedy for pastries.

Inadvertently, I was cared for this again.

I am always prone to loneliness and rarely really cater to something. Since she goes further into her heart, life will always become warm inadvertently.

Uesugi Tho held the box containing the pastry in his hand and said to Hanamara Hanamaru: "Thank you."

"Zhaojun, don't say thank you to Huahuo." The girl's answer was still weak and small.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Seeing that the two of them had a deep relationship, Suhara Qihuixiang said thank you and was full of love and concern, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"No, no," Uesugi said, "My mother prepares her meals at home and we'll go home to eat."

Miss Karahara's voice was gentle, and she kept a few more words. Uesugizo felt it was late, so she had to go back to her place to sleep after dinner at her mother's place, so she politely refused.

Walking all the way to the station and going home, the shadows stretched out on the street at dusk.

This makes her golden beauty bathed in the dusk.

"Zhao Jun. Don't you eat it?" Hanamaru Hanawa walked beside him and whispered to him.

"Do you want to eat now?" Uesugi looked at the box in his hand. "I think it's better to eat it home, but I only made one?"

"Zhao Jun. Do you think it's too little?" Hanamara Hanamaru turned his head and looked up at him.

"Not that." Uesugi Doo noticed that something was wrong with her mental state.

"Actually, the fireworks have done a lot, but accidentally knocked over, and only this one is left."

"It's okay, one is enough to eat."

Uesugi Dora looked a little disappointed, and did not joke that she was sometimes so careless, but took the initiative to take her hand and walked along the streets of Tokyo at sunset to the subway station.

After returning home, my cousin came back from the door, and the time to wait for dinner was always happy.

The little guy Huamaru Huayu regarded Uesugi as the root of a tree and climbed up and down on him, which was both annoying and cute.

Her colorful purple eyes shine, which always reminds Uesugi Do of the Fireworks when she was a child.

Xiao Huahuo is a little pitiful, quiet and quiet, not as lively as his sister.

She was always waiting, just like when she was a child, she was quietly squatting in the corner with a ball alone and silently holding it.

It's like being forgotten, becoming unknown and caring for.

Uesugi Sato was sitting on the sofa, beside him was a cousin who was watching TV with his legs raised, and was a Huayu who was begging for his glasses.

Huawan Huahuo was busy with dinner at the desk in the kitchen, and her mother and mother-in-law were talking to her from time to time.

Uesugizo looked at her and wondered if she hadn't gone up to talk to her at the beginning, would she still look so beautiful now?

Will it be forgotten until the ball in her hand falls on the grass and gradually stops, and no two small hands can pick it up again.

The coffee table is filled with fireworks and fruits for him to eat in the afternoon.

He was reluctant to eat it because from the carefully crafted lines and patterns, the girl's sincere intentions could be seen.

Just now, Miss Suhara sent a message saying that the box of pastries that Hanawa was knocked over. The other party did not apologize or say anything, but just walked away.

Hanawa did not say who it was, but only said that the other side was accidentally.

But Uesugi Do thinks that she is too kind-hearted and must not have spoken out.

Perhaps in the eyes of some men, what girls make is just gadgets, and even if they fail, it is not worth apologizing for it.

But as long as you stay by the Firewood, you will understand how attentive she is.

This is your own feelings.

Uesugi Tsui could even imagine Hanamaru Hanabu alone silently picking up the pastry that fell on the ground and stained with dust.

She was weak more than ten years ago, but more than ten years later she was still a weak girl.

But no one can bully her at will with her tolerance and cuteness.

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The next day was Monday, and Uesugi came home in the afternoon of the class at Tokai University.

The May Festival was quite successful before, and many students from the same school met him because of this. Some people also took the initiative to make friends. Most of them were boys, and most of them came to ask about the news about Huahuo.

As her fiancé, Uesugi, of course, exposed the engagement ring directly, and persuaded them to leave very tactfully.

Anyway, it's a very troublesome and ordinary day.

When he got home, Uesugizo shouted "I'm back." at the entrance.

The little trot that was imagined from the house did not appear. The fireworks probably haven't returned home yet during this period. They should be still in class, and maybe they are still on the way.

Unexpectedly, the scene where the girl came out to greet her with a smile, Uesugi Ba felt a deep sense of loss in his heart.

Or emptiness.

Once upon a time I was used to this kind of life, thinking that I could live with food every day.

Now, my life can no longer be without the smile that blooms at me.

Uesuma Sato changed into the entrance to the shoes she helped to sort out in advance, looked at the inner room for a while, and murmured inexplicably: "What will happen to me if she is really gone?"

No, it won't be like this.

Uesuma gave up these messy thoughts, walked to the kitchen, took sixteen minutes to make a cup of bitter black coffee, walked to the bedroom, sat at the head of the bed, holding a cup and looking at the computer desk next to the desk.

This is where Fireworks usually draw, and she loves it very well.

The computer will cover the cloth to prevent dust, and the tablet and brush will also be placed in the drawer under the desk when it is not in use.

Most of her things were moved in the room and piled up with her own objects.

The self-portrait that Hanamara Hanawai painted for him stood in the most conspicuous place.

She smiles brightly in the painting, and everything in the summer festival seems to be frozen behind her, embellishing her beauty in the world.

It is said that the lover's eyes are like Xi Shi. Uesugi Tho sat at the computer desk and watched her repeatedly with her portrait. He still felt that her cuteness was irreplaceable, so that the black coffee prepared on the table became cold. The sun outside the window hid in the clouds, and he couldn't bear to let go.

Until the first drizzle fell from the sky and fell by the window, and then the rustling raindrops poured down, washing away the Tokyo metropolis that had not had time to react.

“It’s raining?”

After the coolness of raindrops splashed on his neck, Uesugizo quickly put down his paintings, sat up from Huahuo's computer desk, and closed the window.

The rain is cool, and the posture of watching everything in the rain is also very artistic.

But when Uesugi Door saw the rain and saw the dome full of gray and dark clouds, he always remembered the way she left her side and went to England alone.

He suddenly realized something and opened his phone to take a look.

The weather forecast does not say it will rain today, and it is very likely that Huamao Huahuo did not bring an umbrella.

Thinking of this, Uesugi Do not care about the black coffee he had never drunk before, and hurried out with two umbrellas.

The heavy rain is impatient, mixed with wind, and it keeps ringing on the umbrella above your head like a wave.

Vehicles were racing past the road at all times, splashing water on the roadside, hitting Uesuma's running legs.

It is not far from the tram platform, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk to.

Uesuma ran all the way, not why, I just didn't want her to wait a little longer in the rain.

He just sent a message to Huahuo with Line, but no response.

There are two possibilities: one is that it is silent and she can't hear it. The other is that she was soaked in the rain on the road that she was in a panic and she was hiding from the rain and had no time to look at her phone for the time being.

On a rainy evening, the sky was dark and gloomy, and the street lights lit up early, one by one, extending to the end of the street.

The uncle in the suit ran quickly with his briefcase, with an exaggerated expression and kept saying terrible terrible terrible.

The high school girls were holding their wet hair and curling their fingers with their hair ends, and they were having fun laughing under the eaves on the roadside.

The child hid under his mother's dress, and the mother protected the child and looked left and right on the side of the road, hoping to find a place to hide from the rain.

The owner of the izakaya hosted passers-by at the door to hide from the rain, and advised them to wipe their bodies from the cottage and have a glass of wine.

Uesuma ran in the rain, splashing water from his heels, and skimming one person after another under the tall buildings, one neon sign after another.
To be continued...