Chapter 272 Traveler and the little rabbit

Life always goes on. Uesugi Osaki is not a nostalgic person, but he is always awakened by the way Hanamichi looked when he was a child in his dream.

The clock dripped in my ears, like the sound of a classical pendulum clock.

Every time it sounds, a second of time quietly disappears.

Few people care about the disappearance of this second of time, but when every irreversible second adds up, the past is born.

The first thing Uesugi Doo woke up was to stretch out his hand to touch the little forehead of Hanai beside him.

She always slept like this with ease and relaxed as if she had no choice but to do anything.

"Fortunately, the fever subsided."

Uesuma's hand left her little forehead, grabbed the quilt, and lay back on the bed.

He stared at the ceiling, and kept muttering what Xiao Hanawai called him: "Brother Zhao, Zhaojun, Uesugi, Zhaojun."

While shouting, I thought about the sweet and glutinous voice she was talking in my mind, and my heart was filled with warmth.

He turned his head and looked at Hanamaru Hanami's faint pink face while sleeping, and reached out to lift the hair in her ears and stroked her cheeks.

Her hair is very thin and soft, and it is estimated that five of hers can match one.

The touch in the hands is soft and tender. The hair also exudes a sweet girly fragrance.

Huawan Huahuo's sleeping face is exquisite, her hands are closed on her chest, making a very girlish movement.

Uesuma Dora gently stroked her face, feeling the tender and smooth skin seriously, and she couldn't let go of it.

Now as long as I think about it, I can always touch her face like this today.

"Zhao Jun. Are you awake?" The girl's voice broke the quiet morning, as if she was being cared for by the warm sun, making her heart hot.

"Well," Uesugi Ousugi responded, pinching her face, trying to use this method to make her sense of her response, "The fireworks are gone."

"real?"

"Yeah, really."

Huamaru Huahuo blinked his eyes, and said:

"Do you have a class today?"

"Do you want me to go?" Uesugizo asked with a smile.

"I don't want to." Hanamaru Hanabu's face was rubbed by him and smiled.

Her smile seemed to add a iridescent color, and no matter what direction she looked at, it looked good.

"Even if we are tired of being together all day, we have to find something to do." Uesugi Sao put his hand off her face.

“Cleaning together?”

"Of course not."

Uesuma Tho lifted the quilt over his head and covered the two of them.

The light that sneaked into the window immediately dimmed, and the little dark quilt soon filled the girl's fragrance.

"No." Hanamara Hanami curled backwards, as if he was about to escape.

"Don't move." Uesugi's left hand hugged her head from behind.

"Zhaojun."

Eyes were looking at each other. Although the light was dim, Uesugi could still see the flashing Azuki in her purple eyes.

In this small space, the girl exudes a fresh and fragrant breath, the fragrance that is separated from the mortal world.

The gradually thinning air obviously could not supply the breathing of both people at the same time, and became slower and heavier.

Uesugi Tou pressed his forehead against her little forehead and said, "In this way, you can feel each other's existence very clearly. Except for the darkness, you are the only one in front of you."

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"Isn't it a bit stingy to say so?" Uesugi added tightly.

Hanamaru Hanabu smiled and said, "Well, there are some."

"It's stingy, and great writers can also speak vulgar words."

Uesugi Do not hate such words that she can feel embarrassed by a little taste, perhaps because of the reason why the girl manga or maybe it was said from her mouth.

"Zhao Jun, do you want to listen to Hanahuo for a few words?" Hanahuo said in a low voice.

"good."

"Have you ever heard a story?"

"What story."

“Stories about travelers and bunny.”

"No."

Huamaru Huaihuo said slowly:

“A long time ago, a traveler traveled across the sea, through the desert, through the forest alone. When he walked out of the forest with a branch, he fell down exhausted.

"A little rabbit carrying a package passed by by chance, and curiously leaned over and asked him: 'What's wrong with you?'

"The weak traveler said it was okay, and then stood up alone, leaning on the branches.

"The little rabbit asked again: 'Where are you going?'

“The traveler said: ‘Go and take a look at a world I haven’t seen before.’

"The little rabbit asked, 'Is this important?'

"The traveler looked ahead: 'Without home, there is only this thought left.'

"The little rabbit looked at the package he carried, then looked up and said to the weak traveler, 'Can I go together?'

“‘Of course,’ said the traveler, ‘but, you don’t have family?’

"The little rabbit shook his head: 'No, I've never seen my family before. Not long ago, there was a big bad wolf. It always wanted to eat me, so I had to keep moving.'

"'That's it!' The weak traveler squatted down and reached out his hand so that the rabbit could jump onto his shoulders, 'Come on, I'll carry you, you can't keep up with me.'

"The little rabbit thanked him politely and jumped onto the traveler's shoulder twice. He had never touched humans and felt the warmth at this moment, asking, "Are we family?"

“The traveler looked at the road ahead and said tenderly to his shoulders: ‘Yes, family.’

"In this way, the traveler embarked on a journey with the little rabbit, leaning on the branches he picked up on the road."

"That's over?"

Uesugi Do not listen enough. Hanamaru Hanabu tells the fairy tale vividly, the older travelers deliberately lower their voices, and the little rabbit's tone is soft and cute.

And she was right in front of her, her weak voice seemed to be talking in her ears.

"Of course not."

Hanamaru Hanabu said, and exposed the quilts covering the two of them at the top to expose the gaps to expose air and light.

The light entered the small quilt, outlining the outline of the girl's face more clearly.

Under Uesugi's urging, Hanamaru Hanabu continued to tell a short story:

"Along the way, travelers and little rabbits spent a lot of things, including fatigue, laughter, companionship, and warmth. They experienced many stories they saw during the journey, just like real family.

"The traveler is old and sick, and is usually very weak, but he is still very good to the rabbit and has delicious food. When he picks apples on the road, he will give them to the rabbit first.

"The little rabbit has always been grateful to him in his heart, thinking that he is his real family.

"but.

"When they crossed the mountains and crossed the swamp, it was a long time later than planned. The traveler walked out like the little rabbit when he first saw him, so tired that he couldn't walk. He even got sick again because of the cold wind at night. He was exhausted and mentally exhausted.

"The little rabbit also wants to help him, but it can't do anything. The little rabbit, who was anxious to find a way, realized that he could only chat with him. There was nothing that could really help the traveler along the way, but instead increased the weight of his shoulders, so it had to jump into the fire."

Hanaman Hanabu hasn't continued to talk about it since she got here.

Just look at the person in front of you.

Uesugi Gou is roughly clear about who the rabbit and the traveler are talking about.

"Is this a stingy love word?"

"Yes," Hanamara Hanamaru responded in a low voice.

Uesugi Tho hugged her, and the warmth of the quilt and her softness hugged her arms:

"Don't worry, you won't jump into the fire."

Hanamaru Hanabuki did not resist his holding, but buried his head in his chest and pulled his clothes.

"Actually, the fireworks are already roasted little rabbits."

"Still cooked, not yet fully cooked."

Uesugi Tho skillfully pulled her head over, raised her chin, and pressed her glutinous lips.
To be continued...