Standing on the balcony, Uesugi Sao took a deep breath to relieve the emotions and depression accumulated in his heart.

He could understand Hanamaru Hanamaru's desire to explain.

That kind of feeling of not being believed and trying to prove it.

"Zojun..." Hanamara Hanamari shouted at him in a weak voice, "Actually... Hanamari knows that the other Hanamari is Hanamari himself, Hanamari's heart... Many thoughts that I have thought about it but dare not say it, and dare not do it..."

Uesugi nodded: "Well, I understand, Hanaki is because he really can't do it, and because he has been holding it for too long, he will let the 'sister' character do it for you."

Although it is really strange to call Huahuo another way of thinking by the name of sister.

Uesugi still prefers to call her Black Fire.

Hanamaru Hanamaru put his hands on the guardrail of the balcony, and his hair faced the wind, looking at the night view of Tokyo ahead: "Hashima... I don't know if Zuojun likes her like that, so I need a reason to support her existence. Sorry, Zuojun, Hanamaru can only tell you this..."

Just as Uesuma Dora looked at the deserted air in front of her and wanted to go up to comfort her.

Hanamaru Hanabu suddenly turned her head and laughed: "So, everything depends on Joe Jun's choice. If Joe Jun likes the firework that sometimes becomes different, then she will always exist. If Joe Jun doesn't like it, she will disappear and become the most ordinary and ordinary person in daily life."

This statement not only applies to black firewood, but also to Hanamaru Hanamaki. When Uesugi Tho thought of this, his mood was a little complicated.

She is good for herself and considers everything for herself.

Even when she was sick, she was the same.

I don’t think about whether I feel uncomfortable, but whether I have troubled him because of illness.

"Huahuo, have you ever felt uncomfortable in some places recently?"

"No--"

Hanamaru Hanamichi took advantage of the neon light outside to see half of his face brightly lit. He suddenly understood what he meant in his heart, and nodded quickly and said, "Well, um... Didn't Zhaojun say that he would help Hanamichi pinch his shoulders? Hanamichi was busy for a long time today... he was a little tired."

Back in the living room, Uesugi Sao was sitting on the sofa, looking at the back of the very petite girl sitting in front of him.

He put his hands on and slowly massaged her shoulders through a layer of pajamas that were neither thick nor thin.

The girl's shoulders did not feel as stiff as his, but a petite snow shoulder that was soft enough to relax up and down at will.

When Uesugi Osaki put her hand on, her presence gave people a light and dreamy dream, as if she was really pinched in her hand.

It feels like just by helping your wife squeeze her shoulders like this, you can also have a sense of happiness in your family.

"Last time I said I would help you pinch your shoulders, but in the end I would give me a knee pillow and let me lie on it and sleep."

"It's okay... At that time, Joe-jun needed these things more than Huahuo."

There is no light on in the living room, only the air conditioner operation and the sound of the fan blades blowing up and down lingering at night.

Uesuma slowly pinched her soft shoulders.

Time passes slowly in the darkness bit by bit.

“Fisha sauce.”

"Um..."

"I like you."

"Zhao Jun... has said it many times... there is no need to keep saying it..." Hanamara Hanabu felt a little sudden.

"But judging from your reaction, you're as shy as you did when you first confessed."

"Only, there is still a little different. Hanahuo is now Jonjun's...wife." Hanahuo put his hands on his legs, his eyes looked down, and his little hands clutched his pajama pants.

Wife...

This was really beautiful when she said it in her weak voice. It seemed as if the forgotten little things began to revive in her heart. At this moment, he seemed to see the simple girl shyly giving him a bento in the morning.

Uesugi, who was trapped in memory, was awakened by Hanamaru Hanabu's voice:

"Zhaojun... Actually, I'm still a little tired of the fireworks... right?"

"Don't think so, no matter what you become, I will like it."

"It's getting bad?"

"It's the same. When you were a kid, you were a little clown? I never disliked you when you were following me."

Uesugi Sao's words made the girl feel a little relieved.

"Fisha sauce, promises are actually a very powerless constraint, because in reality, there is almost no cost to break promises, and you will even be captured by the sense of freedom to break free from them, so it is normal for you to feel insecure sometimes."

"But," Hanamaru Hanamaru retorted weakly, "Hanamaru feels that Joe Joe's promise to Hanamaru is very safe..."

"That's because Huahuo has not been deceived by the promise that he forgot in a flash. Everyone he met along the way was very good, and I never failed to abide by the agreement with you."

Hanamaru Hanabu closed his eyes and felt his massage seriously: "Zhaojun is very good to Hanabu, very, very good."

"I'm just lucky," Uesugi said with a smile to the petite girl in front of me, "When you were a child, you moved to me, and I happened to meet you in the snow. You were like a four-leaf clover from the sky, appearing in front of me."

"Four-leaf clover from the sky?"

"Lucky from heaven." Uesugi Dou couldn't help but smile, "It was like a childhood sweetheart given to me by the gods, which was stuffed to my mouth."

"Zhaojun said that Hanawa is like eating green plums." Hanawa closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and a faint smile on his face.

"Isn't that? That green plum is green and astringent, and is very afraid of being angry."

"Where...what now?"

"Now, it's still a green plum, but now it's become a bite."

"Zhaojun..." Hanamara Hanaguchi suddenly turned his head and faced him.

"What's wrong?"

With the city luminescence outside the balcony, Uesugi Seo could see her twinkling purple eyes.

"Although... I have talked about the topic before, Hanawa still wants to say it to Jokun again."

Uesuma Dog was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Well, say it, I'm ready."

"Zhaojun...Flower... I still want to be Zhaojun's green plum in my next life. Whether it is the seasons or the warmth of the fireworks, I hope I can grow slowly by his side."

"Haha, I've said these words again."

Sometimes, Uesugi Doo really feels that things like feelings are quite strange.

It is just a sentence, an action, a look, or something conveyed by a small face that looks at one's own.

It is obviously so illusory, invisible or touched, but it can always make your heart tighter.

Uesugi Sato was dazed first, then smiled:

"Do you still want me to massage my shoulders?"

"Come on Hanawa! You should have exchanged each other." Hanawamaru Hanawa said, then took off his shoes, climbed behind him along the sofa and sat down.

Before Uesugizusa could stop her, she had already put her hand on:

"Zhaojun's shoulders are a little hard."

"Do you remember when I was a child in Ehime Prefecture, I took you to steal oranges?"

"Zhaojun is so embarrassed to say! There are so many oranges in my grandfather's house, so I have to trick Huahuo into losing it, and I still take Huahuo to steal other people's food."

"Ha ha."

Uesugi Teru clearly remembered that she looked into the orange orchard, looking like she wanted to eat but was afraid of going.

The orangery is next door, and there is an old couple without children in charge.

Usually, neither of the two elderly people are at home, and only one Japanese native dog is left to guard the orchard.

It was summer that day, and the weather was hot. It was the afternoon again. When I saw Akita sleeping lying on his kennel, Uesugi Gou took his timid little fire to steal two oranges to eat.

Unfortunately, the dog woke up and rushed out of the kennel and barked fiercely.

This is also one of the few bad things that Xiao Huahuo has done.

"How do you feel right then?"

"Haihuo only thinks that Joe is a bad guy now."

"What about other bad guys? Do you have any other thoughts, such as Brother Zhao is very handsome and has the heroic performance of protecting the little firewood behind?"

"I don't think so. Zhao Jun is still a big bad guy!" Hanamara Hanabu pinched his fists and massaged them to beat the shoulders instead.

Uesugi Teru enjoyed the comfort of her fist pounding on her shoulders, and closed her eyes and laughed: "I found that Xiao Hanawa couldn't say anything decently swearing, except for the bad guys, he only knew two words, "Idiot" and "Big Idiot". Haha, in general, the word "Idiot" is a kind of cuteness."

"There will be another fireworks!"

"What?"

Hanaman Hanabu's hand hitting her back stopped, and she sat back on her calves, staring at the back that was higher than her.

The next moment, his face flushed and he shouted in a very low voice: "baka..."

After she finished speaking, she used her little hands to gently massage his back.

The first sound is slightly longer, while the second sound gradually becomes weaker, perfectly suiting the shyness of the girl being shy but embarrassed to say such words to others.

The sound of "baka" from Hanaguchi was so loud that it almost broke into Uesugi's heart.
To be continued...