The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Come on, today we won't go home until we are drunk"

Let’s not talk about these two guys who are about to become drunkards, and let’s get back to Yuzuru.

Rushing out of the noisy room, Yuzuru ran excitedly into the kitchen. When he saw a slender figure, his eyes lit up. He ran over and hugged her thighs.

"Mom, mom, there was an uncle outside who just hugged me and said I look a lot like him."

The hand that was holding the spoon had difficulty in moving because her body was shaken by her precious son, so she had to put down the spoon and lower her head.

"It's very similar, then. Mommy is busy in the kitchen. Yuzuru, be obedient and play aside for a while. Mommy is working, and I'll play with you later, okay?"

"Ok."

Yuzuru looked up at his mother and replied with a pout. He actually had something else in his mind: the friend next to the uncle said that the child looked like his. Could the uncle be his father?

He didn't dare say this, for he was afraid his mother would be sad if she heard it.

Once before, he saw other children were accompanied by their parents, so he went home and asked his mother where his father was.

He remembered that his mother hugged him and cried very sadly, saying sorry while crying.

Although he didn't know why his mother said sorry, since then, the topic of his father has become a taboo in his little heart.

The woman tied her ponytail into a bun, put on a tall chef's hat, smiled and patted the child's head, picked up her phone and opened a cartoon, and told him to go do it first.

Yuzuru held the tablet and watched the anime intently with his head down.

On it is a work created by a man named Hiroki Gokoro, My Little Pony.

It tells the story of a beautiful pony and friendship being magic. Although he doesn't quite understand it at such a young age, he likes the beautiful pony very much.

There is a ranch in Hokkaido. His grandfather took him there to play. He really liked the blue sky and green grass there.

The night was dim, and Hiroshi finally took into consideration that Kousei Arima was getting married the next day, so he drank most of the wine he ordered. Unfortunately, he was not a very good drinker, and after a few drinks, the two drunken men chatted about everything, and then fell asleep on the table together.

This is not the kind of black-hearted bar that will throw drunks out to lie dead. Although there are not many, you will occasionally encounter guests who are extremely drunk, so there are rooms at the back of the izakaya for such guests to rest, although they are just beds and quilts on the tatami.

After all, if people are thrown out in the current weather, they will probably be frozen to death. Moreover, this kind of accommodation also charges a fee. Why not make money?

Looking at the two drunks, the woman standing at the counter sighed.

"Unfortunately, my husband is not here today because he went to buy supplies."

After complaining, he turned and walked into the house and into the kitchen. He looked at his daughter who was still cleaning up and his grandson who was sitting obediently beside them without causing any trouble. He walked over, touched his grandson's head, turned around and said to his daughter.

"There are two drunk people outside. Come over and help me carry them to the lounge."

The person whose name was called responded, stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked.

"Oh, okay. Do you want me to make you some hangover soup?"

"That's fine for now. Let's carry the person in first."

"Row."

She washed her hands and took off her apron. She told Yuzuru to wait here, then walked out with her mother, asking as she walked.

"How drunk are those two people? Are they drunk and crazy?"

"That's not the case. These two people are good drinkers."

"Are you a regular?"

"No, but I think I saw one of them on the news today. He seems to be a celebrity, but he seems to be quite low-key, so I don't pay much attention to it."

While talking, the two men walked over to the table of two drunks.

When the visitor saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

Trembling, he pointed at one of them and spoke with difficulty, stammering.

“Why is he here?”

The encounter started in such a ridiculous way.

Chapter 300 Gogen Hiroki and Two Useless Guys

In a hazy state of consciousness, I felt as if my body was lifted up by someone. The smell coming from my nostrils was somewhat familiar, mixed with a kind of friendly breath.

It’s a very familiar smell, where have you seen it before?

Something I have been looking for, something stored deep in my memory.

A throbbing in his heart made Haoshu want to open his eyes, but the feeling of being drunk gave him a splitting headache. He endured the discomfort, frowned and tried hard to open his eyes, but the dazzling light made him feel even more uncomfortable as soon as he opened his eyes.

His breathing became heavy, and he clearly felt the person on his left stiffen up.

"Is the guest awake?"

A voice came from the right, as if I had heard it not long ago.

Who is coming?

At this moment, Hiroshi had a feeling of who he was, where he was, and who was holding him back.

Ignoring the voice in his ear, he twisted his neck and tried to look to the left following the throbbing.

"!!!"

His face suddenly turned pale, then quickly flushed with blood, and his body began to tremble, a physical spasm caused by the intense stimulation.

"Guest, what's wrong with you?"

The person next to him looked at his face and asked worriedly.

Hiroshi struggled to free his arm twice, ignoring the questions beside him and putting the pain in his body behind him. He just stared blankly at the person in front of him who lowered his head and said nothing. His pale face showed an expression that was uglier than crying, and he cried out tremblingly.

"Kato"

"Don't call my name!"

The person in front of him lowered her head and suddenly shouted loudly, causing Hao Shu to take two steps back involuntarily. He looked at her in surprise. She had never been in such a state in his memory. She was a little different today.

He wanted to tell her that he had been looking for her. He had bought her old home, and the interior was still the same as before, untouched. He really missed her and wanted to see her.

I want to ask her why she left in the first place. Wasn’t the relationship already established?

Didn’t they make their feelings for each other clear on that snowy night?

Why did she leave without saying goodbye?

Hiroshi had thousands of doubts in his heart, but the moment he saw her, all of them disappeared.

Being able to meet again is the best ending.

"Do you know each other?"

The woman beside her looked at her daughter in surprise, then looked at Hiroshi. Something seemed to be wrong between the two of them.

Could this be the heartless man who abandoned his wife and lost all conscience?

As a mother, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Hiroshi with an increasingly unfriendly look.

"Mom, please go in first. I have something to say to this gentleman."

"Hey, shall I go in?"

She looked at her daughter in surprise. It seemed that her daughter had never said such words since she was a child. She seemed a little different today.

Seeing the strange situation before her, she glanced at her daughter with concern. She didn't refute her daughter's words, but after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Okay. But if you need help, just shout, and Mom will rush in to protect you."

She chose to respect her daughter's request and gave Hiroshi a deep look before leaving, with scrutiny and majesty in her eyes.

The footsteps faded away, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became quiet again, as if it was dead silent. The air around him was sticky and heavy, squeezing Hao Shu from all directions, making his originally heavy breathing become cautious.

He pursed his cracked lips and stared at the person in front of him. She was wearing a black wool sweater and jeans, a very ordinary outfit. She looked a little haggard, and you could see that the skin on her face and hands had become a little rough due to years of hard work and lack of maintenance.

How did it become like this?

She must have suffered a lot in the past few years.

Hiroshi lowered his head, tears flowing out of his eyes very spinelessly, falling from the sky, and soaking the tatami.

I have always wanted to see you, why can't we meet earlier?

He felt like a jerk. He often thought of her and had imagined countless reunion scenes, but he never thought that under such circumstances, he would have to be drunk and carried by her before he could see her.

He wanted to apologize to her, to tell her how upset he had been because she had left without saying goodbye. The confusion of wanting to find her countless times but not being able to find her, mixed with the joy of meeting her again after a long separation, was hard to describe.

Just looking at the hair and eyes of the person in front of him made him feel heartbroken, and the urge to breathe with her in the present moment and never want to be separated from her became stronger and stronger.

Hiroshi opened his mouth, stammering but unable to utter a single word.

It was so embarrassing, this feeling of powerlessness. I was stinking, and as a grown man, I felt so powerless. This miserable state was utterly humiliating in front of the person I loved.

I really want to give myself a hard punch for being so disappointing!

With fists clenched and tears streaming down their faces, they held hands and looked into each other's tearful eyes, speechless and choked with emotion.

patter

With eyes wide open, Hiroshi felt the warmth in his arms.

She hugged him.

"Stop crying, okay? It's painful to watch."

The heart that was originally determined to treat him coldly was melted by the silent crying man in front of her.

why?

What a useless guy, surrendering so quickly.

She sighed deeply in her heart, but her body involuntarily hugged Hao Shu tightly.

All the grievances he had suffered over the years were washed away in his tears.

Following that silent roar, his tears flowed. His last bit of reserve vanished, his confusion dissipated. The endless longing in his heart shattered the thought of giving up that he had finally mustered the courage to do.

With her face buried in his hot chest and her hands tightly clutching his clothes, she burst into tears.

She vented her feelings in the arms of her lover for her incompetence, for the grievances she had suffered in the past few years, and for her silent persistence.

"Idiot!!! Why did you come just now?!!! Do you know how hard it was for me to wait for you!!!!"

"sorry Sorry sorry"

His arms finally wrapped around the person in his arms, and the two of them hugged each other tightly.

"Mei Hui Xiao Hui Kato Megumi"

His lips trembled as Hiroshi called the name of the person in his arms over and over again, staring at her face with hazy eyes.

Finally met you

Hiroshi said with a choked voice.

"I came to find you, you are so far away."

How can I use words to describe this excitement?

We finally found this place, our future together. Who can stop us?

The hand that was tightly grasping the lapel was gently grabbed by Hiroshi and then held tightly.

This time I will hold your hand tightly and never let go.

Chapter 301 A Happy Morning with Hiroki Gokogen and His Son

The dazzling sunlight shines through the gaps in the drawn curtains.

The little bird perched on the branch of the tree in front of the window chirped and told the time.

The morning air hit me in the face, and the darkness and coldness of the night disappeared without a trace. After the hazy mind returned to my body, the consequences of the hangover began to erode my whole body.

"Well"

Kousei Arima rubbed his messy hair and stood up from the warm bed.

The sunshine, birdsong and the refreshing morning air gave him a boost of energy. He took in the unfamiliar surroundings and felt a little dazed.

"Where is this?"

He vaguely remembered spending his last night alone with Hiroshi, drinking heavily at an izakaya, and then passing out. He was a bit bewildered to find himself in this unfamiliar place. This wasn't the hotel he'd originally booked, but an ordinary, unrecognizable apartment.

His coat and other clothes were folded and placed aside, with valuables placed on top, so it didn't look like he had encountered anything strange, which made him feel relieved.

Glancing around, he noticed the interior was a bit dated, perhaps a guest bedroom in an old house. Arima Kousei quietly got out of bed, carefully glanced out the window as he put on his clothes, and then he felt relieved.