The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"What happened to Hiroshi? Why is he like this? Didn't he go to participate in a classical music competition? Did he fail and is crying here?"

Michiru couldn't help but feel distressed when she thought of this. Just when she was about to step forward to comfort him, she heard the voice coming from the radio in the music hall.

"Best Accompaniment Award: Hiroki Gokuru."

Best? Best of Show? Then why was he crying? His expression wasn't one of joy after winning an award, but rather one of extreme sadness.

A breeze blew by, blowing up petals and purple hairbands all over the sky.

Let’s go, go to Hiroshi, say hello to him, and ask him what happened.

Thinking of this, Michiru was about to take another step, but a figure running towards her in the distance with an anxious look on its face made her stop again.

"Hey? Why is Liuli here? What on earth is going on?"

Although he didn't know what had happened, he could tell from Liuli's eager and concerned look that now was not the time to disturb the two siblings.

It would be more appropriate for her sister to wipe away the tears than for her to do so.

When she saw Hiroshi reaching out and holding his sister's hand, when she saw Ruri hugging Hiroshi's arm with a look of happiness, when Hiroshi was no longer sad, Michiru's mind was filled with the thought that it was really great that Ruri appeared beside Hiroshi at this time.

Michiru followed the two of them quietly, but when Hiroki really stood in front of her, she became a little hesitant and uneasy.

Then, the two people in front of him separated.

Whenever Hiroshi or Ruri is in a bad mood, one of them will always go out and buy ingredients to make something delicious for the other. Through this interaction with him, Michiru understands the friendly relationship between the siblings.

"What a harmonious pair of siblings," I thought to myself, and at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little excited because Hiroshi was finally alone. With a little uneasiness in my heart, I followed Hiroshi to the tram station.

The crowd, slowly threatening to overflow the train, made Michiru hesitate, but only for a second. "Excuse me, excuse me," she whispered, sweat dripping from the inside of her knees. With a resolute step, she followed Hiroki through the crowd. Once again, with the giant's sigh, the doors closed and the train started. And then, finally, she stood before Hiroki.

At this moment, the sounds around her seemed to disappear. This was how Michiru felt at the moment.

There were still some traces of tears on his cheeks, and his originally beautiful and bright eyes now looked a little dim. However, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but in Michiru's eyes, Hiroshi's face always seemed a little childish.

But yes, it was him.

My heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of my throat. This feeling of tears about to overflow was the first time I had experienced this in my short life.

Then, she mustered up her courage and stammered, calling his name in a voice as soft as a mosquito's.

"Hiroshi, Hiroshi-kun"

She kept calling softly, repeating his name.

However, perhaps because the train was too noisy or Hiroshi was a little absent-minded, Hiroshi ignored the gentle call.

What should I do? Why didn't he react at all? How should I call out? What expression should I make? Michiru was anxious, her eyes even moist as she pondered.

Then, she made some kind of decision in her heart, raised her voice by several decibels, and called out his name again, loudly, with all her courage.

"Hiroshi."

Hiroshi, who had just finished his performance, was lost in a strange feeling. He looked up with a hint of surprise when someone suddenly called his name. He saw a girl who was almost as tall as his neck, with a lovely face, long hair tied with a purple ribbon, and large eyes that looked, for some reason, moist.

"Eh?"

I was surprised to be greeted, but I didn't recognize it as someone I knew. Who was she? Why did she call me? I uttered a monosyllabic question.

"Um, I"

What should I do? Didn't Hiroki recognize me? Anxiety, hesitation, and a slight pain welled up inside. Michiru said this, forcing a smile desperately, pointing at herself. But this expression and this movement only confused Hiroki further, and he tilted his head again and made a puzzled sound.

"Eh?"

This expression, this action, this voice! She felt a bittersweet feeling as if her heart was being torn apart. What should she do? Holding onto the last shred of hope, cautiously and with a strong desire, as if pointing to a shivering and lonely little cat, Michiru spoke with difficulty.

“…Don’t you remember?”

"...Who are you?

He tried hard to think, but Hiroshi really couldn't remember who the girl in front of him was. What was her name?

Michiru heard his answer clearly, and a painful cry rang out in her heart. Embarrassed and unsure of what to do, her blush deepened, and the mist in her eyes thickened. She lowered her head and spoke in a barely audible voice.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

The train shook violently. The passengers around her grasped the handrails, but Michiru, lost in her daze, stumbled headfirst into Hiroki's arms. Her hair brushed against his nose, the faint scent of shampoo lingering in his.

"sorry"

Michi remained in his arms and whispered again, with a slight tremor in her voice that Hiroshi felt a little choked up.

Oh no, this girl looks like she's about to cry. Hiroshi couldn't help but start to panic. Could it be that this child really knows me? Thinking of this, a glimmer of determination flashed in Hiroshi's eyes.

His hands slowly and gently embraced the girl in his arms, and his warm and gentle scent filled Michiru's nose.

You can't let a girl cry because of you, even if you don't know the reason, but you can't allow it.

Because he is Hiroki Gokuru.

Then, the touch in her arms became increasingly hot, perhaps it was the damp heat of tears, or the hot, blushing heat, or both.

Just like that, he gently patted the delicate arms of the girl in his arms, humming a song he composed, chest to chest, heart to heart. He could clearly feel the negative emotions of the girl in his arms, and slowly regained his composure.

Then, she looked up at Hiroshi with slightly red eyes and said something that made his eyes widen.

"WHITE ALBUM."

Michiru's eyes widened, and before Hiroshi could ask how he knew that, she continued.

"Next time we meet, I'll sing it for you. I'll definitely make you remember me forever."

Then, accompanied by the sound of the train stopping, Michiru took off the ribbon on her head and placed it in Hiroki's palm.

"The name is Hyodou Michiru."

Chapter 83 Gokogen Hiroki plays a new movement again

Inside the darkened tram, a striking orange hue shone through like the setting sun. Amidst the surging crowd, Hiroshi reached out and grasped that glimpse of color.

The girl's purple ribbon was right in his hand, gently held in his palm. The stubborn expression on that cute face appeared in front of Hiroshi, and the slightly stiff smile was still fresh in his memory.

The girl, mustering her courage, traveled alone from the countryside to the city where he lived, searching for him with great anticipation. Perhaps even the heavens were moved by her longing, for she finally found him in a cherry blossom-colored world. Amidst the interweaving of golden light and shadow, they finally met, and with both happiness and sadness, they learned each other's names.

Without saying another word, without adding another mark of bond, as the tram arrived at the next stop, the strong girl pursed her lips and followed the crowd out of the car, disappearing in the sea of ​​people in a flash. Before Hiroshi could even say a word to keep her, the figure had disappeared.

Originally, the story between the two of them was known only to the two of them. Now, when one of them took the initiative to take a step forward, the dreamlike thread suddenly broke.

Only a tenuous connection remained. For some reason, he stared blankly at the disappearing figure. The same feeling of sorrow that had just finished the concert came over Hiroshi again. One sadness was enough to make people suffer, but when two sadnesses were added together, the feeling went through his heart.

"Wow"

I covered my heart and opened my mouth but the tears couldn't flow out. Why? It hurt so much that I couldn't even cry.

"The name is Hyodou Michiru."

That strong voice seemed to still be echoing in my ears.

She clutched the purple ribbon tightly, and stared down in a trance at the only trace of her existence.

I will never forget you.

Who are you that made me so unforgettable and painful just by meeting you once?

There is a kind of sorrow in this world that cannot be shed in tears. This kind of sorrow cannot be explained to others, and even if it is explained, no one will understand. It is forever unchanging, like snowflakes on a windless night, quietly settling in the heart.

However, the earth will not stop rotating because of certain people, and time will still slip quietly through our fingers.

In the blink of an eye, a day has passed.

The next day after waking up, I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling and my mother sitting beside the bed, yawning softly.

"Michiru, what happened to you yesterday? The teacher texted me last night saying you didn't go to class all day. You came back so late and didn't even have dinner, so you just hid in your room. What happened? Can you tell me? Mom is really worried about you."

The caring words from her family made Michiru feel warm in her heart. This warmth was different from the warmth she felt in Hiroshi's arms yesterday. She recalled the scene of being hugged by Hiroshi yesterday.

With a bang, the cute face suddenly turned red, and she buried her head in the quilt without answering anything her mother said.

Looking at her daughter's image, the mother, who had experienced it herself, could roughly guess what had happened. She couldn't help feeling a little complicated and spoke with a hint of emotion.

"Before I knew it, little Michiru has grown up."

He reached out and gently patted the girl in the bed.

"Now that you're grown up, you can't stay in bed anymore. Hurry up and get up. As an adult, you can't be late again."

She didn't want to ask her daughter about her sensitive issues. The little girl would tell her naturally when she came to her senses one day. Until then, she just had to be a mother who cared about her daughter, was willing to talk to her, and didn't hold her back in every aspect of life.

Mother's love is always so gentle, considerate, tolerant and warm that it makes people want to indulge in it for a lifetime.

Father's love is more resolute and tenacious, because men have to support a family, so often these things will not be said by fathers, but they will always keep them in mind silently, caring for and dedicating themselves to the family in a subtle way.

Perhaps sensing her mother's indifference, or perhaps feeling she had truly become an adult and should do things befitting her, Michiru pried her head out of the covers like a little hamster, her eyes moist as she gazed at her mother, who smiled gently. She struggled with her thoughts for a moment, then the hesitation on her face was dispelled by the courage within her heart. She looked at her mother and spoke.

"Mom, I want to learn music."

I don't know the reason, maybe there are many reasons, probably very complicated, but my mother's answer is very simple, so simple that there is only one word.

"it is good."

A simple word was enough to stir up waves in the heart of the girl who was afraid to move forward.

then

Michiru sat up in bed and threw herself into her mother's arms. As her age indicated, she burst into childish tears.

Home is very warm.

A harmonious family is the happiest.

A mother pats her daughter's back tenderly, and her crying daughter clutches the corner of her mother's clothes tightly.

The trivial things reveal the heartwarming happiness.

As she cried, Michiru couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw her mother coaxing her as a child.

"That's nothing, I feel so stupid, haha"

Seeing my daughter's smile, a little bit of happiness rose in my heart along with the pride of being a mother.

It’s just right, seeing you happy, I feel happy with your happiness.

"Hey, hurry up and get up. You can start by not lying in bed, you little lazy pig, before you start studying music or going to school."

"I'm not some lazy pig. Can't I just get up?"

Her feet touched the cold ground. Compared with the hurried days of yesterday, today felt more real because she had a new goal to strive for.

That is to sing loudly for him.

They had made an agreement, an agreement in his arms, that the next time they met, she would sing in front of him for him to listen to.

She liked the feeling of being gently embraced by Hiroshi, and listening to the sound of his heartbeat, Michiru truly felt that the bond between her and Hiroshi had not disappeared, but had been re-established.

We made an appointment when we first met.

So let’s start from one, no, from zero.

Start from zero and end with billions.

Her story with him will not end so long.

The girl Michiru Hyodo is using her own method to work hard to get closer to the goal she is pursuing. Even if it means throwing herself into a flame, she is willing to do so. If you ask her why.

This is probably what youth is.

The boy in front of her smiled stiffly, and did what she wanted most, at the time she wanted most, and with the person she wanted most.

He reached out and hugged her.

I like this kind of feeling. It doesn't need any reason to make people willing to give everything for it.

Chapter 84 Gokogen Hiroki feels the beginning of his illness

The harsh string sounds rang out again in the silent park. The girl, illuminated by the streetlight, frowned and pondered the shortcomings of her practice just now. The guitar in her arms was like a treasure, and she held it tightly in her arms even when she was resting.

Several weeks had passed since she had been on her solitary journey.

Since that encounter, the frequency of her and Hiroki's body swapping had for some reason begun to decrease, with the two of them only swapping two or three times over a period of several weeks. This unusual phenomenon made both of them a little nervous. For some reason, Michiru hadn't mentioned the encounter, so even though something unusual had unfolded, her daily life after the swap remained uneventful.

But we must hurry.

Because, being sensitive, she might notice something unusual in these subtle changes.

This is an unusual development. Maybe one day this special bond will end. So before that,

Before their bond ended with only the bond of connection, they expressed their feelings through song.