The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

A cute little hand with pink nails was gently turning the pages of the book. The upright handwriting was neatly arranged on the white paper. Between the lines, a tall young man could be vaguely seen smiling and describing the situation when he came in.

Ah, what a pity, it wasn’t you who came on the day of the competition, otherwise you could have competed with some very powerful seniors. The feeling of clicking start but not pressing end, wouldn’t you feel a little sad?

"Are you sad?" Michiru leaned back and gently leaned on the back of the chair. From this angle, she could just see the rising sun. The flapping wings and chirping of birds in the sky filled the quiet morning with a vibrant atmosphere.

How can I be sad about the success we achieved through hard work? It’s better to say it’s a good job, idiot.

After writing down what she wanted to say to him on the back of the notebook, she put the notebook into her schoolbag beside her, stood up gently and stretched.

She moaned softly in comfort, her soft curves stretching out with the movement. Michiru tilted her head back to look at the clock on the wall.

"It's almost time."

I picked up the schoolbag on the table and walked downstairs quietly. Because my family came home very late from work yesterday, I had to have meals at school today.

Not wanting to wake up the tired and sleeping family, I opened the door gently.

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After walking out of the room, Michiru looked back with nostalgia.

"I am leaving."

Of course, no one responded to her. She lowered her head, adjusted her tie, and started forward.

I don’t know when it started, but Michiru’s habit of staying in bed was gradually corrected. Could it be that the bed’s control over her has weakened?

Perhaps it was because Hiroshi liked Chenchen. Since there were few true friends, and there was only one friend with a unique relationship like Hiroshi, Michiru wanted to know more, and wanted to understand more about his world.

This feeling was something she had never experienced since she was born, so she wanted to find it. With the purpose of finding some kind of emotion, she experienced the difference between the early morning in the countryside and in the city.

There are few pedestrians on the road, the streets are clean and tidy, and the breakfast shops are dimly lit, and the vitality contained in them has just burst out.

“Does it make any difference?”

Feeling the so-called difference, she couldn't help but laugh.

A wooden board suddenly appeared in his darting eyes, or to be more precise, an old man who was struggling to carry the board.

"Grandpa Lai Yue." He ran to the old man in two steps and helped him lift the wooden board out.

The bracket landed on the ground with a solid thud.

"That's been a great help, Michiru-chan."

The old man had a smiling expression on his face, and it seemed that he had been like this since Michiru first saw him. The old man was not a local. My mother told me that he came to this strange Kanto town with his wife when my mother was still young. At first, he knew nothing, but fortunately, he had a very capable wife. With their joint efforts, they lived a stable life in this small town. Later, they had several children, but now because of work, they have all started families and careers in other places, so they can only show up occasionally during the holidays.

As for Michiru, she really likes this kind man who gives her candy every time they meet.

Just a few years ago, the old man's spouse passed away. She passed away without any illness or disaster and very peacefully. She left quietly among her lover and children.

I remember that day when Grandpa Lai Yue was touching his wife's silver hair. The traces of time were left on his face. He stretched out his slightly skinny hands and gently stroked his sweetly sleeping lover.

With his head tilted, his eyes contained too many emotions that Michiru didn't know, and he spoke as if he was talking to a living person.

"Your wish has come true. You selfishly left me and the children behind and left everything to me. It's truly your style." The old man's voice choked inexplicably, his lips pursed into a sly smile, his caressing even more gentle. "Will you be lonely in a world without me? Will you worry about the children? Don't worry, I'll stay and take good care of them for you. Have fun over there for a few days. Leave everything to me. After all, I'm your hero."

Until now, Michiru still couldn't understand what Grandpa Laiyue said. Why did she cry while smiling even though her beloved was gone?

Why did you laugh at that time?

Just like the relationship I am looking for now, the result is either an unknown beginning or an unknown ending.

I remember when I asked him with blinking eyes, the old man smiled even softer.

"Little Michiru, when you are completely obsessed with someone, you will understand why without me telling you. So work hard to grow up, and maybe you will understand when you grow up."

After wiping the sweat from her forehead, the old man in front of her quickly walked into the house, brought out a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Michiru.

After saying thank you, he took the drink and started to sip it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to drink tea, Grandpa Lai Yue looked at him carefully with a scrutinizing gaze, and finally nodded.

"Today it's Michiru."

The words that sounded incomprehensible to others made Michiru pause, her pupils slightly contracted, and she raised her head to look at the old man with an expression of disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't look at me like that. When I was young, I was also a guy who had experienced countless battles and danced with death. Although this situation is rare, I can still tell the difference."

After hearing the old man's explanation, the confusion on Michiru's face faded away and turned into a strong excitement.

"Wow, that's awesome! Grandpa Natsuki, you're awesome!"

"Hahahaha." An old and powerful voice sounded, "Because I vaguely seem to feel a change in little Michiru. How about it? Now there is a being whose body and heart are completely obsessed with one person."

Although it is a question, it is an affirmative sentence.

"Well," Michiru was a little at a loss when asked this question.

Should I say yes or no at this time? If I say yes, it shouldn't have reached this level yet, and if I say no, the throbbing feeling in my heart doesn't seem fake.

"Thank you for the tea, it's delicious."

He drank the tea in his hand in one gulp, handed it to the old man in front of him, and quickly fled the place.

Looking at the figure in the distance, the old man standing still had a complicated expression.

"Haven't you realized your own heart yet?"

Why do you notice this?

Because today, this child had a very happy expression on her face. This happiness wasn't something she created directly, but rather something that just happened to be there. It's probably the feeling of seeing you happy and then being happy with your happiness.

"Come on, you two."

Summer is fading, leaves are falling from the trees, and the figures on the spot have disappeared.

Chapter 81 Gogen Hiroki finally meets her

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Holding my hand on my beating heart, my heart was in turmoil. For some reason, Grandpa Lai Yue's question was like a ray of light, penetrating the veil of my heart and illuminating the deepest part.

"This body, this heart, are all obsessed with one person?"

Every day when he woke up, he looked forward to changing bodies. He read the records of their conversation again and again, and every word and every sentence was deeply engraved in his mind.

I want to see him, this idea ferments in my heart and becomes more and more intense.

The steps that were originally running towards school involuntarily went in another direction, which was the large transfer station connecting to the Shinkansen to Tokyo.

Chiba is where he is.

Driven by the sudden urge to see him, Michiru Hyodo embarked on a journey without hesitation.

Perhaps because it's so remote, the local line to this area is deserted even during the working hours. This is probably because there are no schools along the line, and most people working nearby also have cars.

Looking at the scenery outside the window of the Shinkansen rushing by, the turbulent emotions in her heart gradually cooled down as her mind cooled down, and Michiru fell into quiet thought.

What on earth was I trying to do? Speaking of which, this was my first time in another city. Would I be able to find Hiroshi? If I could, would a sudden visit bother him or surprise him? Wouldn't that be what Hiroshi wanted?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but let out a wail of distress.

The Shinkansen arrived in Tokyo at an unnaturally fast speed. As soon as she got off the train, she was greeted by a sea of ​​people, completely different from those in the countryside. Standing there, staring blankly at the crowds, Michiru pulled out her phone to call Hiroki.

However, the voice coming from the receiver was still:

The number you dialed is powered off...

After hanging up the phone, I looked at the bright sun hanging high in the sky and sighed in my heart.

Sure enough, I still can’t get through.

I won't be able to see him anymore. Thinking this dejectedly, Michiru sighed in her heart.

"I really shouldn't be so impulsive."

Looking up, the station map, which looked like a difficult test question, came into view. Relying on ambiguous memories, Michiru slowly walked onto the street.

There is still a trace of fantasy in my heart.

But, if you happen to come across...

She wanted to see him so much, even if she didn't know what to say, even if the meeting would make him very embarrassed, she still wanted to see him.

Take a familiar tram line, then transfer to a bus, walk, take a tram again, and walk.

Some monotonous city scenes came into view, and the only eye-catching thing was the words on the big banner on the street that the finals of the Chiba Prefecture Classical Music Competition Junior Group were officially held today.

With his head down, he mechanically took steps forward. Even when he arrived in this city, his heart was filled with nervousness as if he might see Hiroshi in the next second.

What should I do? It will definitely cause him trouble and be embarrassing.

He paused for a moment, but then quickly and firmly took the next step.

Even so, if you can still touch it, even if it is only slightly

With some fantasy and desire in her mind, she raised her hand to wipe the crystal sweat from her forehead, took a deep breath, looked up at the scorching sun, and prayed in her heart.

If we could meet, would Hiroshi be a little happy?

I take another step forward, with longing and yearning in my heart turning into the most powerful driving force.

Perhaps it's impossible to find it, like a headless fly. Although we can't meet, one thing is certain. If we were to meet, we'd immediately understand. The man I swapped with is you. The woman you swapped with is me.

Aimlessly looking forward to a chance encounter, but the hope was eventually torn apart by the ruthless reality. Perhaps this is the only way to think about it. No, it is absolutely 100%, just like an addition problem that no one can make a mistake in. This is the only thing Michiru firmly believes in.

A familiar shadow flashed past the corner of my eye on the screen of the roadside e-commerce store I passed by.

Suddenly, he swallowed.

Like a rebound, he took a series of steps back.

I walked back to the TV. "Yes, it's really Hiroki-kun."

The boy on the TV in front of me is Hiroki, who is participating in the competition shown on the street banner.

"Hey, uncle, where is this competition held?"

Her mood suddenly became excited. With her neck stretched and her face flushed, Michiru began to tap her feet on the spot.

If you want to see him, he is there.

I want to see him, and he is finally going to appear in front of me.

I think I saw him.

"Oh, this is the county's classical music competition, right? It's held at the county concert hall. It's not far from here. Go straight to the traffic light, turn the corner, and walk through the park."

The shop owner who came out was stunned by Michiru's excited expression. Although he didn't know what was wrong with this girl, he still answered her cheerfully.

"Thank you so much!!"

“Oh, no need.”

Before she could utter the last word, Otomi Chiru ran away at a sprint. The map on her phone told her how to get to the place where she would meet him, so she just started walking.

Because he was there, it was the first time I had the opportunity to face him face to face and meet him formally. No matter what happened, my desire to see him would not change.

The body makes a sound of sighing because of running, the nose starts to breathe heavily, and the arms that are waving start to feel sore and painful due to the secretion of lactic acid in the body, but every step forward reduces the distance between you and him, so don't stop here, sprint forward bravely.

"Come on Michiru!"

Ignoring the curious glances from all around, sprint forward

According to the uncle, the music hall where he was located was not far from here and it would only take a few minutes to run there.

Huhuhuhu

He held his legs and breathed tiredly in the park, sweat running down his cheeks into his collar, making his clothes slightly wet.

But this is not the place to stop. He wiped the sweat off his face, moved forward, and then suddenly stopped for some reason.

He looked at the inexplicably sad boy on the bench in the distance with an expression of disbelief.

"Gogen Hiroki-kun"

Why is he crying? In the world he exists in, in a world without me, wouldn't he be more thoughtful?

But judging from the result, she was very satisfied with the trip and finally met him.

Hello, Hiroki Gogen

who are you?

Chapter 82 Gokura Hiroki and Her Name

Finally I saw him. He was sitting on a bench in the park, with a few end-of-season petals clinging to his shoulders. Tears silently streamed down his face with a dazed look on his face, but he seemed to have no reaction.