The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Even so, I won't let that guy take my precious daughter away."

"Okay, okay, just don't let that guy take my daughter away so easily, okay? So that means you can let that guy take my daughter away, right?"

"you"

"Hi, hi, hi, someone's here to buy a cake, dear, go take care of the business."

Chapter 188 Gogen Hiroki's Smile Under the Fireworks

A special encounter is a chance encounter.

In fact, an unexpected encounter is definitely an exciting thing, especially the reunion after a long time of absence. The wine of longing becomes more mellow with the brewing of time.

However, these two idiots had no idea how to start a new topic. They just walked quietly in the noisy temple fair, seeming out of place compared to the bustling outside world.

Miyazono Kaoru would occasionally glance at Hiroki beside her, her brows arched in a joyful expression. Hiroki was right beside her, tall and strong, strolling side by side with her. It was a blissful time, like a dream come true.

She was so happy.

Ever since her memory returned for some unknown reason and she finally knew what she had been looking for for so many years, the inexplicable anxiety in her heart made her lock herself in the house. She received information about everything that might have happened that night.

She already had some guesses in her mind, that was the fact, the truth that could not be avoided.

But she was very unwilling to die.

Mingming finally got his name back, but the cruel reality left her with a ruthless gap.

What should I do? Should I give up after all these years of persistence? It's time to give up.

Thoughts melt into the sea, melt into the air, travel through time and space, and reach the other person's heart. This world is filled with countless sparkling thoughts.

After waiting for a long time, Hiroshi did not show up at the door of her store to find her, even though she had remembered everything.

Could that incident, that night, really wipe out human emotions?

Is emotion such a fragile thing?

With the idea of ​​using time to heal the scars in her heart, she agreed to come to the temple fair with her family to help on New Year's Eve, and then as fate would have it, that stupid dad!

Thinking of this, Miyazono Xun raised her head, grinned slightly and her eyes became a little moist. She stubbornly refused to let the tears escape from her eyes, because crying would also mean losing.

The first time she saw Hiroshi again, the feeling that came to her heart was not fake. She still liked him, and this feeling had never changed.

Hiroki Gokuru is really a hateful person.

He always appears in front of people when they are about to give up, and then stands aside as if nothing has happened, not knowing that everything he has done is gluing that broken heart back together.

It was the same before. He came to her without her consent, or sneaked in when others were sleeping, and took her first kiss in a domineering and unreasonable manner.

And he's completely irresponsible! He just kissed and ran away! Hiroki Gogen is a gangster!

Before they knew it, the two of them had walked out of the noisy crowd and arrived at a relatively quiet park.

Xun was the first to stop, and Hiroshi beside him also paused subconsciously. The two people who stopped turned around and looked at each other at the same time.

"It's been a long time, Xun."

The first to break the deadlock was Hiroshi, who had been in a daze. He had been struggling with how to face this girl. Putting aside various reasons, this was the first girl he really fell in love with, the first girl he liked, and even his first real love.

But God played a big joke on me.

"How are you feeling lately?"

The cause that ended everything, the reason that put an end to this relationship that ended before it even began, owed her greetings for a long time.

"Of course, thanks to you, I can kill a cow with one punch now."

She is still the same as before, so sunny and dazzling, as visible as the sun.

He had always been by her side, watching every little detail of her life. Just like living near the sea, one can gradually understand the sea. Hiroshi gradually understood a lot about her, when she was angry, when she smiled, or when she was about to cry. Hiroshi could feel it all. Her heart was now with him.

But it will hurt. Hiroshi looked at her eyes that seemed to reflect into his soul and grinned bitterly.

"You know, that thing."

Hiroshi's face turned red when he thought of that incident, but this was a crucial matter. If it wasn't made clear, it would drag on and then explode like the leader that night, which could cost lives.

"Um"

Perhaps because she understood what Hiroshi meant, Xun's interest suddenly dropped, and she responded with a forced smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy again, but both of them were clear about their wishes, and Hiroshi smiled palely.

"People grow up. When they grow up, they lose a lot of things."

He is helpless, so he has to be ruthless and decisive.

"Maybe I will lose a lot. But it would be nice to sweeten the lost part with something new."

Xun's answer was completely opposite to Hiroshi's, and her delicate face was slightly wrinkled with sadness.

If I hadn't fallen in love with him, I wouldn't be so miserable.

But if she hadn't fallen in love with him, would she have lived to this day to meet him again?

"I know, I know everything about you, your talent, your hard work, your dedication, your sacrifice, your first love, I know everything, I've always been by your side."

The memory of longing that was stripped away by his ability was unwilling to dissipate and lived in his heart forever, until it was strangely liberated that night.

I have been staring at you for a long time, as if I am close yet far away, and no matter what, I can never reach you.

"Hiroshi, do you know? This love has already begun since I first heard your voice in the hospital. The days with you are always so happy. Even if I lose everything, I don't want to lose you again."

And now, you are right in front of me, telling me that it’s time to let go?

"Whether you like me or not, you are someone I cherish, and that will never change."

There are dim lights in the distance, and the golden lights are reflected here.

The color of the lights, the color of the earth, the color of the wind, the color of the heart, her color.

"I"

It was such a sincere feeling, Hiroshi had no idea how to deal with it all. He suddenly felt ashamed and found it difficult to face the girl in front of him who had remained true to her original heart. Instead, he was the one who kept changing himself.

Because of life, we bow to reality again and again, facing it in confusion and struggling powerlessly.

"I know everything about you."

Their story is a magical story in itself, and his experience is the beginning of a legend.

Then

"Can you add me to that place where you love me?"

“…I like Hiroshi…”

At the moment of confession, roaring fireworks rose up. Under the illumination of the sky full of fireworks, the pretty face expressing emotions was alluring and intoxicating.

The fireworks are stunning.

He suddenly laughed. What's wrong with one or two? Isn't it a good thing to be liked by girls? Since we both want it, then come on.

What was there for him to be afraid of, such as hurting each other?

The long, cold white season is coming to an end, and the warm and gentle spring is about to come.

The spring when I meet you is coming.

This spring, you are by my side.

Who said that spending money can change your fate? That sounds good, but it's just bullshit. All fake is fake. I burst into tears QAQ

Extra: My Neighbor Totoro's White Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day in China is generally celebrated in the same way as in other countries: on February 14th, boys give flowers to girls, and on March 14th, girls give chocolates to boys.

People who go to school often spend fifty cents to buy a piece of chocolate after school in the afternoon.

This happened more than ten years ago.

Now the price is going up to one yuan per piece.

They stood by the school gate, quietly waiting for the person they loved to arrive. If they were willing to spend a few more yuan, they could buy a bag of Dove or Meiji, which would make them look more impressive. If they spent a few dozen or even a hundred yuan, they could go into the parlor and order some cakes. However, most of these students came from modest families and probably didn't have such luxury. Only those wearing designer clothes would bring their girls into the pastry shop, order cakes and tea, and sit down to drink them slowly.

Standing at the school gate, I quietly waited for the person I loved to arrive. Since I was twelve, I'd been helping out at my family's cafe near the school. My mother said I was too dull to serve the luxury patrons, so she bought the shop next door and opened a small shop. I served the more modest customers outside. Though easygoing, their wallets were tight, so I couldn't bring in much business. It was all just training. They'd often double-check the price, then scoop up the few coins in their pockets, making a rough estimate before reassuring themselves. This repeated scrutiny would even diminish their initial interest in buying. So, after a few weeks, my mother said I wasn't cut out for this business. Fortunately, she was determined to train me and didn't want me to languish in idleness, so she switched me to the boring job of working the cafe cashier.

From then on, I stood behind the counter all day, focusing on my duties. Although I didn't neglect my duties, I always felt a sense of monotony and boredom. My mother always looked worried about business, and the customers were all busy chatting and minding their own business, which made it difficult to be lively. Only when Totoro came to the store could I laugh a little. I still remember it.

Totoro was the only person who had come alone to eat pastries. He was short, with a healthy complexion and a few calloused palms. His hair was neatly trimmed and slightly curly. Although he was buying pastries, his clothes were ordinary. They were clean, but they looked a bit out of shape after years of wearing them.

When he spoke, his accent was always tinged with a Hakka accent, making it difficult to understand. His surname wasn't Long, but he couldn't distinguish between the two pronunciations, N and L. Because he was short and born in the Year of the Rat, people nicknamed him Totoro, a reference to a popular rat pet. When Totoro arrived at the shop, everyone stared at him and laughed. Some exclaimed, "Totoro, you've got another scar!" He didn't answer, but instead said to the counter, "One hot chocolate ball." He then placed nine chrysanthemum-patterned coins.

They deliberately shouted loudly, "You must have sold blood and krypton gold again!"

Totoro opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you slander someone's innocence like this..."

"What innocence? I saw you the day before yesterday spend half a month's living expenses on Feite Go. You were so hungry that you were caught and forced to work as a RB.Q."

Totoro's face flushed red, veins popping out on his forehead, he argued, "It can't be considered a grab... it's an invitation at most!... How can a scholar's business be considered a grab?" Then he started to say something difficult to understand, such as "Baga, heitai, wulusai", which made everyone laugh: the store was filled with a happy atmosphere.

According to rumors, Totoro has never been in love. He's not exactly bad-looking, but he's a weak-willed homebody, obsessed with gaming and spending every day playing games. As a result, his life has been steadily declining, until his family's living expenses have been completely wiped out. Fortunately, he's a talented writer, so he writes for Wuke to earn a living. Unfortunately, he also has another bad habit: he's lazy and gluttonous. After just a few days of writing, he disappears. After a few more times, no one reads his books anymore.

Totoro had no other options, no source of income. He was inevitably forced to occasionally sell his body, dressing as a woman, or engaging in prostitution. But in our shop, his behavior was superior to others. He never defaulted on payments. Even if he sometimes didn't have cash and temporarily wrote it down on the blackboard, he would always pay it back within a month and wipe Totoro's name off the board.

After Totoro finished half a piece of cake, his flushed face gradually returned to normal. Someone asked him again, "Totoro, are you really writing a book?" Totoro looked at the person asking him, showing a disdainful air. They then said, "How come you can't even get a single job offer?" Totoro immediately looked depressed and uneasy, a layer of gray covered his face, and he muttered something, this time all "What can I do? I'm so desperate!" and other incomprehensible words. At this time, everyone burst into laughter, and the shop was filled with a happy atmosphere.

At these times, I could join in the laughter, and my mother would never blame me. And whenever she saw Totoro, she would often ask him the same question, which was hilarious. Totoro knew he couldn't talk to them, so he would talk to the children instead. Once, he said to me, "Have you ever been in love?" I nodded slightly at his startled expression. His face paled, and he stumbled back a few steps, trembling. "Been in love? ... A child this young has been in love?"

I thought, "How can a virgin in his twenties really ask me this?" I turned my head away and ignored him. Totoro was silent for a long time, then said dejectedly, "Life is hard, young man. Remember this! It's better to be faithful in relationships. If you like a girl, love her with all your heart and change all your bad habits."

I thought to myself, you're just a poor friend of mine, and what does that have to do with me? I was both amused and impatient, and replied lazily, "Who needs your guidance? Isn't it just a matter of going up and confessing my feelings?"

Totoro looked hurt again, his face pale again, and he kept mumbling, "Confession, hehe, confession is so good! So good!" I became more and more impatient, pouting and walking away. Totoro paused with the spoon in his hand, and seeing how young I was, he sighed again, looking extremely depressed.

A few times, children from a nearby elementary school, hearing his laughter, joined in the fun and surrounded Totoro. Third and fourth graders kissed each other in front of him, displaying affection. For some unknown reason, Totoro burst into tears and tearfully ordered a few cheap pastries, asking the group to leave. But after finishing their pastries, the children lingered, their eyes fixed on Totoro.

Totoro panicked, tremblingly reaching out his five fingers to touch his pockets, frowning bitterly and shaking his head, he said, "No, no money, I really have no money." He stood up and looked at his cake on the table, shook his head bitterly and said, "Yesterday I spent hundreds of dollars trying to get 214, but in the end I didn't get a penny." So the group of children dispersed in laughter.

The chinchilla brings people joy, but without him, others would live the same way.

One day, March 14th, White Valentine's Day, my mother was slowly checking out the bills. She took down her chalkboard and suddenly said, "My Neighbor Totoro hasn't been here in ages. He still owes me 19 yuan!" Then I realized he hadn't been here in ages. A guy who was flirting with me said, "Why would he come? ... Last year, he spent a month's worth of living expenses on krypton gold, but he didn't ship anything. He held his breath and injured himself." My mother said, "Oh!"

"He's still doing it. This time, he got carried away again and spent all his money in one go. He didn't even think about whether his face could handle the goods."

"What happened next?"

"How was it? I was dragged to the hospital by my roommate, and then to the emergency room. I was on an IV drip for most of the night, and then I woke up and passed out again."

"and after?"

"Then he became insane."

"What is insanity?"

"What? I don't know what he is mumbling. He keeps saying something like 'Laozi SSR' all day long. Maybe he might as well be dead." The mother stopped asking and continued to slowly calculate her account.

After White Valentine's Day, the spring breeze grew warmer by the day, almost reaching April. I was mumbling about when I'd go see the cherry blossoms, and I needed to find a girl to accompany me. Business in the shop wasn't as busy as it had been on Valentine's Day, with only a few customers. I was sitting there with my eyes closed when I suddenly heard a voice, "Mocha, please."

The sound was very low, but it was familiar. Looking around, no one was there. Standing up and looking outside, I saw the Totoro sitting under the counter, facing the threshold.

His face was noticeably darker and thinner, a shabby sight. He was sitting on the ground, wearing a tattered coat and with his legs crossed. Seeing me, he said, "Give me a mocha." My mother also leaned over and said, "Totoro? You still owe me nineteen dollars!" Totoro scratched his greasy head and looked up, "Well... I don't have much cash with me today."

His mother, as usual, smiled and said to him, "My Neighbor Totoro, you've gone bankrupt again!"

But this time he didn't argue much, just said "Don't make fun of me!"

"Are you making fun of me? If I didn't take drugs, how could I have become crazy?" Totoro whispered, "I've changed, I've changed... those crappy games have cost me money and ruined my youth..." His eyes looked like he was begging his mother not to mention it again.

By then, several people had gathered, and my mother and I were all laughing. I finished my mocha, brought it out, and handed it to him. He fished twenty yuan from his ragged pocket and placed it in my hand. His hands were covered in cement dust; it turned out he'd been working at the construction site, moving bricks. After a while, he finished his mocha and, amid the laughter of the others, he slowly and unsteadily walked away.

After that, I didn't see Totoro for a long time. On February 14th of the following year, my mother took down the blackboard and said, "Totoro still owes me 19 yuan!" On Valentine's Day the following year, she said again, "Totoro still owes me 19 yuan!" But she didn't say anything on White Valentine's Day, and I didn't see him again until the end of the next year.

I haven't seen him or heard any news since then. He was working on the construction site and the dangerous wall collapsed. Maybe the chinchilla died.

By then, I had taken over the coffee shop business from my mother, and my wife had given birth to our second child, a boy and a girl, and we had a happy family.

I probably can't understand the pain of being a civil engineering student or the pain of being a otaku.

Well, it’s White Valentine’s Day. Did you receive any chocolate?

Anyway, I don’t have any worthless cats.

Chapter 189 Gokogen Hiroki was captured

Is this a confession?

Hiroshi looked at the smile on her face, which was the same as always, just like the scenery they saw when they stood on the stage together that day, so bright and dazzling.