"Hashima, you really told me?"

"Well, of course, didn't Zhaojun answer it myself?"

Uesuma Nori held the girl's little hand, listened to the sound of her footsteps stomping on the wooden corridor, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the red leaf forest in front of her.

Stay with her and walk quietly for a while, your heart will always calm down at this time.

"Fire."

"Um."

Uesugi Seok was quiet for a moment and didn't continue talking.

"June Zhao was just calling out to Hanahuo?" Hanahuo Hanahuo held his hand, walked forward in two steps, and stood in front of him.

"Yes." Uesugi Teru replied.

"Then why didn't Zhaojun continue talking?"

"Actually, I'm experiencing a beautiful feeling." Uesugi Shou smiled slightly.

“A good feeling?”

"Well, in a while, I'm calling a beautiful girl named Hanaishu, and I can get her response."

“Will it feel good to get the response from Firewall?”

Hanamaru Hanabu smiled relaxed and brightly, "What specific experience does Joe have in his feelings?"

Uesugi Dog thought for a while, then walked away from her throat and talked: "You can feel her existence, smell the fragrance on her body, deepen her specific image in your mind, and get her response. I feel that my existence has meaning and get her response. I feel that the world has become real. Just staying with her and walking for a while, you can feel the beauty of a plain life."

"Zhaojun said Huahuo like a god."

"The gods are not as good as you."

"Zhaojun is saying old-fashioned love words again." Hanamaru Hanao let go of him and held his hand. Her little black leather shoes stepped on several wooden stairs and stood above.

Uesugi grabbed the air below, moved his eyes and looked up at her: "Don't you like love words?"

"I don't like it either." Huamaru Huahuo tiptoed and picked two yellow leaves on the branches that were laid out on the roadside, and pinned them on both sides of his little head like horns. "Zhaojun, is it good-looking?"

She had a scarf around her neck, half of her tender red face buried inside, her eyes were bright, and her agile and cuteness was unique to a girl.

Uesugi Dog smiled at her and said:

"It looks good, my wife is just good."

The girl walked down from above, took off a leaf from her head, reached out and put it on Uesugi's head.

Uesugi Sato looked at Hanamaru Hanabu's little face that was close to him: "What is this?"

"A legend."

"legend?"

"Well," Hanamaru Hanabu stopped in front of him and looked at his face seriously. "Red leaves represent hot life. If you take out half of the red leaves worn on your head and give them to the person you like, you can always gain his sincerity."

The air was silent for a long time, and the red leaves rustled in the breeze.

Her sincere words made Uesugi Osa's heart suddenly nervous.

Hanamaru Hanabu's serious face suddenly showed a smile:

"Hehe, Huahuo won."

"Win?" Uesugi Seo didn't react, and she couldn't understand the continuous changes in her expression.

"Yes, Hanahuo's confession to Joe obviously made Joe moved. Wasn't Hanahuo win?" Hanahuo's face was filled with a victory smile, and she turned her little head, cute and beautiful.

Uesugiuso looked at her blinking eyes and thought for a few seconds before she understood what she said was that she had won.

Her love words are much more clever than the love words she said.

"Where is the legend?"

"The legend is that Hanaguchi is talking casually, but," Hanaguchi Hanaguchi stood beside him and looked at him and said, "It is true to sacrifice half of his life, even if it is all true. If Joe-kun is sick, Hanaguchi will pray every day, praying that the gods can exchange Joe-kun's health with all of Hanaguchi."

Uesugi Seo suddenly remembered the period when she was sick.

At that time, I was sick and unconscious and had not woken up for several days. Did Huahuo pray for herself like this every day as she said?

Yes, there is no doubt that she must have done it like she just said.

Uesuma still remembers that when she woke up, she fell asleep by the bed, waiting by the bed every day, she was so tired that she fell asleep, her eyes were red, and her little hands grabbed the bedding tightly, and even in her sleep, she kept muttering that Zhaojun wanted to stay by Hanawa's side.

Red leaves are everywhere in the sky, and beautiful things are falling in the red world.

The dazzling beauty made Uesuma feel that the world was a little dazed, and she stood in front of the bright mangroves, with her beautiful and small figure and cute and delicate face, so beautiful that it makes people feel dreamy.

I love you in this way, and I am willing to give everything to pursue and wait.

"Zhaojun is actually too much."

"What's too much?"

"The novel written by Joe-jun," Hanaman Hanaguro said, "Yasuka is obviously a good friend of Akitsuki and a childhood sweetheart, Joe-jun is cruelly arranged for her to die in Chapter 2."

"The story needs to."

“Can’t the story be perfect?”

"No, in terms of architecture, Yasukawa's death is necessary."

"Excessive, too much!"

"It's not just the architecture, but also the psychological process of Akitsuki, Yasukawa's death also has a good warning to him, which also paves the way and foundation for him in the future."

"Do you have any resentment towards your childhood sweetheart?"

"No, absolutely nothing is this." Uesugi Doo knew that she had contacted her identity with Harumi Yasukawa, "I like childhood sweethearts the most."

"Since that's the case, Zhaojun is still so cruel."

"It is because of knowing that I understand the importance of a childhood sweetheart in my heart. She occupies the most important first half of a person, and her relationships and status are irreplaceable, especially when she has been together for so many years after she has grown up."

"Well... I've forced myself to forgive Joe, but Hanawa still can't accept that kind of plot."

"I understand that Hanawa is someone who likes everything safe."

Uesuma Dori smiled and said to her, "Let's go, let's take a walk for a while, we'll go back to the campground for barbecue."

And this naturally received her response.

"Yeah! OK."

......

The camping of the two is simple, but not simple either.

When I returned to the campsite, I suddenly remembered that there was no firewood.

"What should I do? Do I need to go back to the woods to pick it up?"

"Haihuo accompanied Mr. Joe!"

"Okay, go together."

Uesuma brought a knife and returned to the woods.

In the bushes and on the grass, there are fine branches and dead leaves. Every step you walk, you will crunch the things under your feet.

Uesuma took out a small machete that had been prepared in advance, cut some weeds that blocked people, found a dead leaf field, picked up some medium-sized firewood, and then cut off some of the excessively long branches of the firewood, threw them behind them, and handed them to the Hanamasuka outside to pick up the firewood outside, and piled them up in a concentrated manner.

Hanamaru Hanai was not idle either. She spread the two ropes that tied the firewood to the ground and arranged the firewood thrown by Uesugi Oui neatly in a pile.

In the bushes.

Uesuma was holding a flashlight in his right hand. In addition to the creaking sound of dead branches and rotten leaves, there were also many buzzing sounds of flies and insects in the forest.

Stay here for a while, if you are not careful, you will get a red envelope bitten by a bug on your hand.

The firewood was cut out, and Uesuma was sweating a little more. He picked up a stack of firewood, some turf, got up and walked out, and placed it on the trapezoidal pile of firewood in the Huawan Firewood.

At this time, dusk had gradually left, and time began to enter the darkness.

Huawan Huahuo squatted in a small open space, his cell phone turned on and a pile of firewood.

Uesugi Skirted at her lonely little face:

"The firewood must be piled up like a castle? Is it still so neatly?"

"Zhaojun won't let Huahuo accompany you to pick up firewood... I can only pass the time like this."

Uesugi Tho put the knife into the leather bag hanging on his legs, raised his hand and looked at it: "It's not that I don't let you pick it up, but there are too many shrubs here and there are many herbs that shave people. It's hard to walk in the skirt you wear."

"Do Jun is injured?" Hanamara Hanama's flashlight hit Uesugi's hand, forming a bright area, with tiny dust particles and moths occasionally passing through the light column.

"Ah," Uesugi Sao looked at the scorching blood mark on his hand and responded casually, "It's okay, it should be that he accidentally scraped the cut bushes when he came out just now."

"Is it really okay?"

"fine."

Uesuma Tho walked past Hanamaru Hanami, picked up a large bundle of firewood she had sorted out and weighed it. It was quite heavy.
To be continued...