The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"No, that's gone."

"But I haven't said who it is yet."

"Ok."

Faced with a cunning look on his face, Hiroki Shiba could only raise his hands in surrender with an expression that said, "You win."

"Well, stop being so stubborn. Learn to rely on others sometimes."

Shiyu waved her hand, and rarely did she follow up to finish off Haoshu. Instead, she patted Haoshu's shoulder with a comforting look, which was really rare.

But the slight blush on her face and the slightly quickened breathing made her look a little excited at the moment. This was inevitable. Taking advantage of Xiaohui's departure, Haoshu took the initiative to extend his hand as if the scene was re-enacted. The warmth and smell of his coat on her body made Shiyu very excited.

"Well, thank you."

Just like that, the two people fell silent again after they finished talking.

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The wheels meshed with the gears, and the carriage swayed slightly rhythmically. The two of them, having regained their composure, had unknowingly entered the train, sitting next to each other. Shiyu had already returned Hiroshi's coat. Unfortunately, Shiyu seemed a little too excited and had lost the best topic of conversation.

Moreover, there were some newly buried secrets in her heart that she could not express. She had to hold her temper and just leaned against Hiroshi, feeling his warmth without saying a word.

It seemed that Hao Shu was not used to the silent atmosphere, so he coughed lightly and tried to find a topic to talk about.

"Shiyu, I'm telling you, didn't I just start working today?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"That's right. When I saw the editor-in-chief today, I realized he's bald. Maybe he was in such a hurry to get to work this morning that his wig got a little askew. It was so hard for everyone in the office to hold back their laughter."

"Ah, are you talking about that bald editor? Even though he's not very good-looking, he's very capable in every aspect and has a very unique vision. I received a lot of guidance from him back then."

"Oh, is it so"

As they listened, they started laughing, and laughed again. With the help of a bald guy, the atmosphere became harmonious again, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"One more stop."

Hiroshi heard the voice prompt coming from the radio, his lips slowly closed and he figured it out in his head.

"Well, there's one more stop."

Shiyu heard the broadcast and subconsciously glanced at Haoshu and the clothes he was wearing, and sighed softly in her heart.

“It would be nice if we never arrived.”

The sadness and grief in Hiroshi's heart gradually faded away, and now he and Shiyu felt very warm.

December is about to end and the new year is about to come. We should make our friends around us happier and more blessed in the new year.

Ding Dong

The fast-moving tram slowly stopped again, and arrived at its destination.

It's time to get ready to leave, today is almost over.

Amid the urging of the radio, Hiroshi thought so and then his lips were suddenly attacked. The familiar warm touch blocked all thoughts and his mind went blank.

After a brief contact, Shiyu, who was holding her hair, slowly raised her head, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and her voice was soft and sweet.

"This is a reward. For me, the warmest moment today was when you asked me if I was cold."

"Don't think too much, sir. Hurry up and get off the bus, or you'll miss your stop when the next bus leaves."

This time, Shiyu took the initiative and stood in front of Haoshu as his true supporter.

Take the initiative and hold Hiroshi's hand tightly. You can't predict what the future will be like. Even if you succeed in the end, time will separate you and me one day. But even so, before that moment, let us be together.

Hiroshi was pulled off the train by Shiyu in a daze. For the first time, he felt that the girls around him seemed to be so proactive, from Yui at the beginning, then Xiaohui and Michiru, and now Shiyu.

Why is that? Did they push him because he didn't react? If that unnecessary act hadn't happened at the book signing, would Shiyu have fallen in love with him?

As if she understood Haoshu's confusion, Shiyu, who was always so understanding, looked into Haoshu's eyes with her dark pupils and spoke clearly, enunciating each word.

"No matter where I meet you, I will fall in love with you."

The sharp words shattered the last hesitation. She looked at Shiyu with slightly dilated pupils. This was her second confession.

In fact, beautiful stories have no ending, and they are beautiful only because they have no ending.

Chapter 172 The Curtain of Happiness Opened by Hiroki Gogen

Well, this is the second time that Shiyu has confessed.

For a young girl to muster up such courage and be so brave again after doing it once, Hiroshi, who has lived two lives, knows how difficult it is. How passionate an emotion is needed to make her make such a sacrifice?

Haoshu felt a secret pain in his heart. The thing he felt most sorry for in his life was his own heart, which he had hurt again and again.

What made him feel the most painful was that he couldn't respond to this confession. He could only try his best to pretend to be normal, but under Shiyu's deep eyes, he felt as if his pretense was seen through.

The two of them seemed to be unaware and yet seemed to have noticed. In the end, Shiyu chuckled. She knew the reason behind Haoshu's frustrated face, but it made her feel even more unwilling.

"Hey, Hiroshi. If I had confessed first, would you be so upset now?"

Shiyu's words were tinged with magic, and Haoshu could naturally imagine everything that would happen, except for the "ifs." He stiffened his face, slightly turned his head to avoid Shiyu's gaze, and spoke with difficulty.

"Looking at you, I don't know how to choose. I'm so heartbroken right now."

Upset and confused. Ever since Xiaohui left, Haoshu's heart, which had finally calmed down, began to waver again. Shiyu intervened at this time, causing even more damage to this weathered heart.

She is a good girl and shouldn't waste her time on a guy like him. Kasumigaoka Utaha is a beautiful girl with excellent character and academic performance. She is also a famous new writer at work. It can be said that her life should have been smooth sailing, but her greatest misfortune is that she met a scumbag like Hiroshi.

The most frightening thing about relationships is dragging on, and the most frightening thing about love is enduring. In order not to fill this season with sad songs, Haoshu took a deep breath and wanted to say something to Shiyu.

"Shiyu, you are a happy person, but I cannot give you the happiness you want. Between us..." their eyes met, adding to the sadness, "it's time to end it."

"Finished?"

These two words announced the end of everything. The response she had been waiting for was beyond her expectations. She was unwilling to accept it, extremely unwilling, unwilling to death!

Why? He'd given so much, worked so hard, and yet this was the answer he got. Was his heart made of iron?

"Are you kidding me?" Shiyu's expression now resembled an angry lion. Boldly and angrily, she grabbed Haoshu's collar and stared at his face. "My happiness is having you always by my side and never leaving me. You said it was over, right? Isn't this equivalent to ruthlessly taking away all my happiness? I don't agree! I won't allow it!"

His heart was not made of stone. Shiyu knew how soft this man's heart was. It was only because of the responsibility on his shoulders that made him so resolute. However, facing the expression of deep apology on the face that she had missed for countless nights, Shiyu tore herself apart again with all her strength.

"Why are you acting like this?"

Shiyu repeated helplessly, covering her face with her hands, tears flowing from between her fingers. She spoke hoarsely, choked, and tugged at the corner of Haoshu's clothes in an emotional state out of control.

"If you don't like it, then you don't like it. Just say it out loud. Why are you pretending to be sorry? Have you done anything to offend me?"

"No!"

Before Hiroshi could answer, Shiyu interrupted him by asking and answering her own questions, expressing everything about her in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"No more idiot will run several blocks for me just for a book signing event with not many people. No more sweaty people will give me a work reward with a silly smile. No more people will listen to my troubles and chat with me on Twitter until late at night just because I'm bored. I know I'm unreasonable! I know that if I lose one step, everything will be a failure! I know you don't love me, but ah!!! I still miss you so stubbornly. I just want to grow old with you. I want to go through all the ups and downs with you."

He kept talking in a low voice, and in the end it even turned into a low whine.

"I don't ask for so much anymore. I just want to be by your side, that's all."

This was just a request, so humble, and even had the meaning of humiliating herself. Haoshu didn't know why this was happening, what gave her such motivation. Shiyu's attitude was pitiful, and made Haoshu feel guilty.

“Other people would do those things too.”

"But no! You showed up in front of me when I needed you the most, and now you're leaving me so cruelly? Why? Why is it going to turn out like this? Is it because of me?!!"

Shiyu clenched her soft fists, buried her head in Haoshu's arms, and pounded Haoshu's chest again and again in grief.

"If you didn't like me, why did you come close to me then? I would have taken it seriously! Now there's no way I can turn back! You know! Kasumigaoka Utaha is already your Goshin Hiroki's woman! You love me too, right? Why do you push the person you love away?!!"

"I do not know."

Feeling Shiyu's tears, Haoshu gradually calmed down. Was it because he was a veteran? His eyes were filled with memories, from the first time he saw this girl until now.

He had only one reason for his actions, and that was

"I don't know if I can meet you in the next life, so I will try so hard in this life to give you the best."

He was not lying. The words he poured out were the simplest song of love, the basis of his actions all along, and the root cause of the terrible situation today.

But he didn't think it was a wrong thing. Everything he did was because he listened to the voice of his heart!

He held Shiyu in his arms, his mind reminiscing about the girl he'd first fallen in love with under the cherry tree that day. If he were to unravel this prelude, what about the others? The love that seemed to be overflowing from his hands, to whom should he give it?

His head swelled and ached, and the woman in his arms tightened her grip on his shirt. Was this what Hiroshi wanted? Absolutely not! Ever since that day, everything had become strange and bizarre. Even the small group around him began to crumble.

"I just want a true relationship without too much fancy things, just simple is good enough."

From the beginning to the end, his humblest desire had been just like this, a pursuit that had nothing to do with beauty or ugliness, without paying attention to character. And now, this pursuit had become a luxury.

If I do it, Yui will be jealous, but if I don't do it, Shiyu will be hurt. This is a headache. What should I do? The sobbing sounds in my ears made Hiroshi's eyes sink slightly. There was no way to deal with the girl's crying.

"Shiyu, I can't give you what you want now."

The conversation shifted, and Hiroshi chose to yield to this exchange, yielding to those warm tears. Hearing Hiroshi's promise, Shiyu raised her head with red and swollen eyes.

"You don't have to give it to me, just keep it like before. My best love is to get along with you as friends, but protect you like a boyfriend. That's all."

There were memories in Shiyu's eyes. At that time, she was moved by the selfless dedication of this fool and became curious, and gradually she got deeper and deeper into it.

"What a cheap love."

Her desire was even more humble than Hiroshi's, and it touched Hiroshi's heart again. She went to such lengths and cried so sadly for him.

"So can you do it? It doesn't matter if you can't do it now. I will always wait, waiting for the day when you can do it."

The low tone had reached the point where he could no longer refuse, and Hiroshi sighed softly.

"If that's all, I think I can do it."

"Then take it as your agreement! This is the agreement between you and me!"

If you don’t love someone, don’t make promises easily. If you have made an agreement, you must try your best to fulfill it.

The final result is only.

Yui, I'm sorry.

Chapter 173 Hiroki Gokura's Intimate Relationship

The setting sun fades, and the emerald red sunset glow in the sky is slowly swallowed up by the dark night. The days in winter are always so short, and before you know it, the night has quietly arrived with the biting cold.

As gregarious creatures, it is human nature to huddle together for warmth. Of course, there are some powerful humans who disdain to act like weaklings. Their existence is given a great, sacred title that symbolizes strength: single dogs.

Being single is a kind of persistence, it symbolizes loneliness, just like the quilt king who shouts about loneliness. Every single person is his own king, and a king must be lonely!

Therefore, single people are strong. In such cold weather, they do not need to hug each other for warmth like the weak. Only those who cannot hold on will fall from the throne and become the weak.

And now, what is presented to us is a typical picture of the weak.

At a crowded tram station, a young man and woman were hugging each other intimately. Look, aren’t they typical weaklings?

In this age of relatively open emotions, passers-by are no longer unfamiliar with this kind of display of affection, because most people in the world are just ordinary people with weak minds.

Haven’t you seen that Wu Geng, who has been holding on for more than 30 years, has also fallen in the offensive of red fans?

After all, everyone had just experienced a Christmas filled with gunfire not long ago, and the Spring Festival is about to come. The intensity of firepower will probably be even higher at that time, so most people have long been accustomed to it and have no inner fluctuations. After seeing this picture, they even thought of their loved ones at home who had already prepared hot meals, which gave rise to an indescribable feeling after eating and drinking. Many people even had a knowing smile on their faces.

So, how much new knowledge are you going to unlock tonight?

Only a few people cast disdainful glances at the couple, and then buried themselves in their own world, the sea of ​​knowledge and the mountain of programs, intoxicated by the black words on paper, the pixels and the codes.

Because of being single, you are strong.

Regardless of what others think, Hiroshi and Shiyu, the parties involved, felt their hearts pounding and their cheeks flushed. It can only be said that they were too young.

"Is this okay?"

Feeling the body of the person in his arms stiff at first and then slowly becoming soft, Haoshu leaned over stiffly and spoke in her ear with a slight gasp.

From the moment she threw herself into his arms and cried until now, they have been maintaining this state. Hiroshi smelled the fragrance on Shiyu's body and felt her curvy figure. He did not dare to go beyond the line, and this step was already his limit.

Well, she went from hard to soft, and he went from soft to hard.

"Well, that's enough."

For Shiyu, perhaps she was so brave in order to protect this precious relationship between them, but once she came to her senses, she regained her feminine nature and became shy and lovely.

After all, apart from that process that she had no memory of, she was still a young girl mentally, even though she blushed as she declared herself to be Hiroshi's woman.

But the truth is, she is just an ordinary girl who blushes when she enters a man's arms.

No wonder she longs for a relationship with Hiroshi. My best love is to be friends but still protect him like a boyfriend. That's all. This is the love principle from Kasumigaoka Utaha.