Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

In the rest of the day, the teacher spoke passionately on the podium, and Kyogokuhiko went through all his textbooks and confirmed his current learning status.

——Mathematics and physics, which contain a lot of formulas and theorems that are not commonly used in daily life, have basically been returned to the teacher. I guess I have to go back to the elementary school textbooks with Diarmuid. The liberal arts only need to memorize His subject is not bad, and he remembered what he forgot after flipping through the book. To sum up, his best subject now is actually Chinese. After all, his writing and nonsense skills will only improve with age.

Counting the days, the midterm exam is not too far away. It can be said that it is close at hand. Kyogokuhiko took out the paper and made a detailed and strict review plan for himself. It is personality to hand in blank papers for a while, and it is depraved to hand in blank papers back.

Although Yingde's teacher didn't dare to say anything about it.

However, how should I put it, Kyogokuhiko felt uncomfortable when he thought that the first name on the score list was not his own name.

Review, must review!

Throughout the afternoon class, Kyogokuhiko maintained a high level of low pressure. The teacher and the students looked at each other silently, not knowing what happened, but also willingly relaxed their hands and feet so as not to provoke him.

On the contrary, the teacher who invigilated the math quiz felt something, and gossiped while chatting with his colleagues: "Probably because he is not feeling well, he has been resting on the table without writing the paper today, and he still refuses to go to the infirmary. "

No, he really won't.

The geography teacher in the afternoon thought about it, and nodded in agreement: "It's possible, I saw him staggering as if he was about to fall in the second class, which shocked me a lot."

He was so engrossed in reciting things that he didn't notice that he was surprised by the sound effects of the documentary you played, teacher.

"If you want me to say, you should rest at home for a few more days, and you've lost a lot of weight after not seeing each other for a long time." The biology teacher said with a sigh.

When I first came back, my body was overloaded with magic power, so it's no wonder I wasn't thin.

"Oh... I see..." a teacher lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "He was pissed off by that one, and I heard that she deliberately made things difficult for her in class."

"He is climbing a high branch."

"If you offend the Jingji family, you have to fall off the tall branches, right?"

The women giggled as they spoke, expressing everything without saying a word.

Yingde’s junior high school ends a little later than Mihua Elementary School. Kyogokuhiko asked the driver to pick up Natsume first, and then came to pick him up again. It was just an extra 10 minutes after school, so he just took advantage of this time to recite the requirements for this semester. Learn history and geography.

Originally, he had already finished this work before the start of school, who would have thought that there would be so many disasters at the beginning of this semester, and he had to go back to work.

The news that Natsume, a new transfer student from the second grade of Mihua Elementary School, has a rich family spread like wildfire on the first day of school. I heard that their family donated a new teaching building to the school.

But this news did not affect Kojima Motota to go to the second grade classroom to play with Natsume after class, and dragged several friends to introduce him to him.

"My name is Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko." The thin and tall boy introduced himself.

"I'm Ayumi Yoshida, and this is Xiao Ai." The sweet-looking round-faced girl pulled the cold-faced girl beside her and said with a smile.

"Huihara Ai." The girl glanced at Natsume with an indifferent look on her face.

"That's what Haibara-san is like, hahaha." Conan tugged on Haibara's sleeve and smoothed things over with a dry smile.

"I'm Takashi Natsume, please give me your advice." Natsume blinked to express that he didn't mind, and with a clean and cheerful smile, he quickly won the favor of the two real children and became friends with them, and had lunch together at noon.

The food in the sky blue food box is decorated with exquisite animal patterns, not to mention the taste, but the appearance is very worthy of the [-] salary that Kyogokuhiko gives Yamada Taro every month, not to mention the ingredients in Kyogokuhiko’s refrigerator Standard, as long as it is not a kitchen killer, the taste will not be bad.

Kojima Motota excitedly described the feat of the Boy Detective Team to Natsume. Natsume smiled and listened attentively, sitting next to Conan, holding a spell with his hand hidden in his sleeve, guiding the spiritual power of purification to fall on Conan.

Conan has a bit of blood and filth. Generally speaking, only when he touches a corpse will he be contaminated with this smell. When he thinks of the boy who glimpsed in the murder incident broadcast on the news during the holiday, it is clear where he came from.

The spell Natsume drew himself was very weak. Fortunately, the blood energy was not strong, and there was no resentment.

Conan heard Kojima Motota chirp and sighed, suddenly felt a lot more comfortable on his body, and thought that the cold medicine he took in the morning had helped, so he pretended to be a child and talked to Natsume without much thought .

Natsume looks like an ordinary kid, but the two people who were with him that day made Conan have to care, Ryunosuke Ito, gangsters, this is not an area that a group of elementary school students should set foot in.

Conan, who maintained a subtle nanny mentality, chatted with Natsume for a few words and was slightly relieved after inquiring about his background, and joined their conversation with a smile amid Kojima Moto's complaints about being too dissatisfied.

……

"How is the school?" Kyogokuhiko asked, but seeing Natsume's happy face, he already knew the answer. On the way back, he listened to anecdotes about Natsume's campus.

Conan’s clichés are of a very high standard. Kyogokuhiko also found out that Natsume was being clichéd after listening to Nura’s goblin at school at night. Thinking about Conan’s performance in the family restaurant, he couldn’t help feeling a little regretful for a while. That child doesn't have the ability to "see", otherwise he would be a good candidate for a military adviser.

Diarmuid still tried his best to soak himself in the sea of ​​books, because Kyogokuhiko had to review mathematics and physics from the beginning, and his learning progress, which had been stagnant for a long time, finally started to improve, but relatively speaking, Kyogokuhiko The rows and rows of literary books stuffed in the study are even more pleasing to him.

So when Kyogokuhiko walked in and found that Diarmuid was watching "Endless Hundred Stories", although he was a little surprised, it was also expected.

"The cherry blossoms have been in full bloom for several seasons, why do you still not know the date of return." Xinkou read a sentence written in the book, Kyogokuhiko leaned over and kissed the corner of Diarmuid's lips, "Like this book?"

"No." Diarmuid pushed Kyogokuhiko, who was relying on him, "I just feel that the protagonist is a little familiar."

Isn't it familiar? In the story, the weird big monster who wears a bird's golden fur, has long and narrow eyes with rouge and red, and says "I" in his mouth, flashes like smoke, and walks through the dark alleys of Edo. named--

"Yan".

Diarmuid looked at it and even gave birth to the illusion that this book was written by Kyogokuhiko.

"It's right to be familiar with it." Jing Jiyan smiled lowly, "In this world, there are people first, and then there are people like Jing Jiyan."

How many stories Kyogoku has written about the great monster Hiko may not even be counted by himself. He even named his grandson as Hiko. It can be said that he is already crazy about this character born out of ancient paintings.

It is not a novel story for a writer to fall in love with his characters.

In particular, Kyogokuhiko possessed himself after this body died of breath. It was obvious that he had no breath, and his small body was already cold, but he miraculously came back alive. Some old and confused men stubbornly believed that it was not His grandson is the incarnation of "Yan".

Well, to a certain extent he was the truth, but this obsession brought Kyogokuhiko, who lost his memory and was no different from an ordinary baby, but a little precocious, a dark childhood that was almost a disaster.

They are strictly required to speak and act even to the point of harshness. Whether it is clothes or conversation, everything must be exactly the same as the monster imagined in the man's mind. Little children have to have long hair, and they have to wear layers of clothes in summer. The complicated clothes are held in the arms of a man to show off like an exquisite doll.

"Kyogokuhiko" is not a "person", but a wood and stone idol "hiko". , Day after day, I followed the man to perform the written script. Fortunately, before Kyogokuhiko exhausted his endurance and accumulated enough strength to resist, the man became seriously ill.

At that time, the young child grew up with a light red at the end of his eyes, his waist-length black hair drooped like a crow's feathers, and he wore an extremely luxurious red and purple dress embroidered with peonies with gold thread. Gown, wearing Kyogoku Yu's favorite bird gold light fur, it is difficult to distinguish gender.

Kyogoku Yusai gave him a dagger, and taught him how to kill himself in detail. Kyogoku stared at his grandfather who was suffering from serious illness for a long time, and after confirming that he was so weak that he got up in anger and slapped himself. When he arrived, he turned his head and left expressionlessly, entrusting the doctor at the door to treat him well, and no one who had nothing to do with him would see Kyogokuyou.

After all, my grandfather wants to rest, right?

The supreme happiness in Kyogoku's heart is to be killed by his "lover", but unfortunately his "lover" just wants to see him dragging his sick body, struggling and suffering, and falling into hell with every bit of light exhausted.

It didn't take long for the Kyogoku family to change owners. A young man with long hair cut off and wearing a black suit took over the power in his hands with thunderous means. He still looked arrogant and flamboyant, but his body became weaker and weaker.

Kyogokuhiko coughed twice, threw the book in Diarmuid's hand casually, turned over and pressed it on. The recliner bears the weight of two people, and after a creak, he held it firmly.

Natsume was doing homework in her own room, and there were only the two of them in the empty room, their eyes met and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly, every trace of emotion was reflected in each other's eyes.

Diarmuid saw himself in Kyogokuhiko's eyes, and saw Kyogokuhiko in his own eyes in that reflection. His expression was always indifferent and lazy, but his eyes were so deep and unpredictable that he couldn't read them.

It was obviously very gentle, but for some reason it made him feel angina in his heart, which made him think of hugging and kissing that person for the first time, in an attempt to dispel this painful feeling.

As a result, the lips kissed together, the kiss from the knight was not intense at all, it invaded quietly like water, entangled and bitten with inexplicable tenderness, and the mouth was full of the sweetness of honey The fragrance is very similar to the snacks that Kyogokuhiko ate when he was a child. The small ones are square and square. They look inconspicuous and not delicious. Only when you eat them can you taste the sweetness that is close to happiness.

It's almost bliss.

He closed his eyes, was beaten to death by the sudden touch in his heart, his fingertips clenched the knight's clothes and then relaxed, for the first time he did not fight for the dominance, indulged himself to be led, hesitatingly exposed his fragile and soft On the one hand, carefully accept the sense of security that the Cavaliers brought him.

Peace of mind, almost happiness.

Diarmuid saw Kyogokuhiko's eyelashes trembling slightly, and the long eyelashes rested like butterflies on flowers, like a dream that would wake up in a second, with a rare quiet and obedient face, as if everything had been unloaded. The defensive hedgehog quietly reveals its soft belly, waiting for someone to soothe the scars under the armor.

It's not like being injured won't hurt, but it can't be said that he should be strong, arrogant, and invincible. He vented his madness recklessly, not even daring to shed tears easily.

Kiss, more and more gentle, hug, but more and more clinging, limbs intertwined, trance like a drowning person holding a life-saving driftwood, or they will be rescued together, or they will drown together at the bottom of the sea, so decisive.

Kyogokuhiko is a "person", a "person" who suffers from pain, injury and confusion, and Diarmuid is also a "person", the most half-hearted and unwavering "person". So as not to get lost in the endless darkness.

Kyogokuhiko didn't know why he was crying, he kissed and suddenly realized that tears were streaming down his face, he felt very tired and relaxed, the burnout spreading from the deepest part of his body made him not want to move a single finger , and didn't want to control the emotions that suddenly flooded up in him, he silently huddled in the knight's arms and closed his eyes, like a wanderer who had traveled far away for many years and finally returned home.

Tears are falling like rain, I don't know what to say.

Across the door, the TV was playing the highlights, and there was a lot of babbling and babbling, and the mobile phone that Kyogokuhiko left outside also rang, and then the landline also rang, all of which were heard by Diarmuid The noise and hustle and bustle went away, leaving only the barely audible sobs of the boy in his arms, which were held in his throat intermittently, which was so depressing that it made people feel distressed.

The heart hurts so badly as if it was twisted by something, which makes people feel suffocated and almost suffocating, but there is still such a small part of joy, planting ignorant feelings that the dull knight has not noticed.

Diarmuid smiled softly in a trance, hugging the young man who was lying in his arms as if he had lost all strength, letting his tears soak through the front of his clothes, his arms tightly encircled him, as if embracing the whole world.

This place of peace of mind is my hometown.

……

Natsume quietly helped the two new guardians who fell into their emotions and their vigilance dropped to close the door, hung up the ringing phone, and happily ran to watch the latest episode of Kamen Rider.

When "Dad" and "Mum" hug each other, they should pretend not to see and close the door.

……

It's hard to say what changed in Kyogokuhiko after that day. He went to school on time, reviewed the midterm exam according to the plan, and still had the same sarcasm. If there is any change...

Probably because he is more keen on bullying the poor knight to the point of crying.

Especially when there are some special meanings.

Relatively speaking, Diarmuid has changed a little bit. Even if he is suppressed by Kyogokuhiko on the bed and teased, he can still enjoy it calmly. Recognize how passionate the Celts are.

Well, it's actually quite comfortable.

It was the weekend in a blink of an eye. Knowing how rich the young masters and ladies of Yingde are in their holiday life, and the teacher didn’t leave much homework, Kyogokuhiko finished all the writing on Friday, and basically recovered his speed as the number one in the grade.

At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, the phone at Kyogokuhiko's house rang on time. Natsume picked up the phone on tiptoe and answered a few words, then turned around and said, "Genta and the others are here!"

"Do you remember what I told you?" Kyogoku asked.

"Remember!" Natsume replied vigorously while taking his small backpack from Diarmuid.

"Tell me."

"Take the charm you gave with you and don't throw it away, don't run around, call for help when you encounter danger, don't take risks beyond your own ability, and think carefully before doing everything." Natsume snapped the back of her fingers one by one to Jingji Yan listens.

"Very good." Kyogokuhiko nodded, put on his coat and opened the door.

All three of them are going out today.

Natsume, Kojima Genta and others made an appointment to go to the park for an outing to enjoy the cherry blossoms, and Kyogokuhiko and Diarmuid were going to audition for the film adaptation.

In charge of leading a group of children is an old man named Dr. Ari and the Maori family that Conan is now renting. As soon as he came out of the apartment, Kyogokuhiko saw Dr. Ari's brightly colored Beetle car.

And the business car that I lent to them next to me.

A large group of children plus several adults is definitely not what Dr. Ali's car can hold. Kyogokuhiko sold a personal favor and lent a car in a timely manner, which can be regarded as helping Natsume to consolidate the mass base.

"The next step is hard work everyone." Kyogokuhiko bowed slightly and thoughtfully, and his gestures could be called a model of etiquette.

"No, it's too serious." Mao Lilan and the others hurriedly followed and bowed in return, and after a few polite words, they watched Jing Jiyan sit in the car that came to pick him up and go away.

A few children around me were playing together heartlessly, only Hui Yuanai had a strange expression on his face and hugged his arms tightly behind the doctor, even having difficulty breathing, looking extremely terrified.

"Hey, Haibara..." Conan nervously supported her, "Are you alright?"

"He..." Hui Yuanai's voice was as dry as if he had been strangled, and he nodded heavily at Conan.

Conan's face changed, and the hand holding Hui Yuanai tightened suddenly.

Only members of the Black Organization can make Haibara sad like this.