The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

The old man looked at him doubtfully. For some reason, Hiroshi always felt that there was a smile of relief in his eyes, but it was hidden very deeply and had very little weight.

"No, no, no, it's activities, activities, you must have heard it wrong."

"Oh, after all, I'm old, hahaha. But Michiru, you've changed a lot. It must be your solo trip to the city that has changed you. You should thank me."

A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes, like a savior calculating everything. No one knew the extent of his intelligence. One could only sense a certain strangeness in his conversations. ...City?

Suddenly his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to think. He just felt that what the old man said seemed to be a very important piece of information, and it even made him feel a palpitation for no reason.

But the old man in front of him just smiled and said nothing, which made Hao Shu feel powerless as if he was punching cotton.

Switching bodies, the city, now Hiroshi is here, so it's like a knight saving a princess. When the knight appears, where is the other protagonist? Where is the princess Michiru?

This time, in addition to salvation, what he pursued in the body swap was to officially and truly realize his first real conversation with her.

Why wasn't this their first conversation in reality? Hiroshi had a strange feeling. This trip to the city was to unlock the clue sealed in his memory. Perhaps by meeting her he would know what had been written down in the notebooks they had used to communicate during their trip to the city, a few years ago or a few days ago. Perhaps this was the reason why their gazes could be exchanged again today through the Bridge of Music.

I wanted to see her, and this time I didn't want to shout behind her back so she couldn't hear me.

Clenching his fists, Hao Shu looked at the sun sinking into the mountains in the sky and wished in his heart.

"That is"

The shape of the mountains where the sun sets appeared in my memory.

"It's a hidden place, a place where men and women who are truly in love gather in legend."

The old man with his back turned spoke slowly with an inexplicably complicated tone, and then walked into the house and disappeared from Haoshu's sight.

"Is it...there?"

Hiroshi murmured as he looked at the green hills shrouded in dusk mist.

I could faintly feel my soul trying to break free from my body. Time was running out.

"Grandpa, I'll leave the rest to you."

He shouted into the house, a cry echoing through the silent town. It was the voice of a soul separated from its body, filling the air with freshness amidst the beautiful blend of mist and sunlight. Hiroki ran forward with all his might, as if chasing that voice.

Chapter 93 Gokuru Hiroki and the Bridge of Sound

It was just a brief glimpse and only a few cries were heard, but it definitely represented the eternal separation between Hiroshi and the girl.

"I'm so unwilling to accept this. How can I let this happen again in front of me?"

Closing my eyes and letting the sweat flow, I lightly clenched my fists and held my head high, breathing heavily, shouting, and running.

Although he felt very tired and his limbs didn't feel like moving, there was an inexplicable force in his heart that supported Haoshu to move forward.

Michiru, Hiroshi, could sense fragments of her heart, existing within this body. For example, her fingertips knew the shape of her school uniform. When she put on her uniform in the mornings, the length of the zipper, the tightness of the hem, her body's memory told him, naturally knowing everything about her.

His soul and her body, the two of them together, so close and inseparable, it was enviable.

Huhu

The sun, almost reaching my body height, shone brightly through the trees, shining on my body, reflecting the sweat and emitting colorful lights.

Sweat soaked through the girl's skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. Her hair was wet and plastered to her forehead. Hiroshi held his waist, brushing away the sweat and hair from his forehead as he gazed at the low hills before him. His eyes gleamed with a dazzling light, a mixture of expectation and unspoken emotion, a scorching heat that threatened to burn him.

Standing in front of the familiar hill, her delicate figure thought to herself, "If I take one more step forward, one more distance, I'll be able to see her soon." Thinking this, sighing, panting, and feeling happy, Hiroshi murmured softly.

"Finally, we're here."

In early autumn, the sky darkened quickly; the phrase "dusk in the blink of an eye" might best describe it. At dusk, the devil's hour arrived. The boy's soul burned intensely, even his body radiating a sense of restlessness. With lips tightly pursed, he silently moved his heavy body forward. He took the first step forward, then quickly climbed the stairs, striding forward with a stride Michiru had never taken before.

While we are alive and talking, no one can know what life will be like in the future, but this uncertain future is in our own hands and will change because of what we do now.

Hiroshi doesn't know what will happen in the future. For now, he can't even clearly define his identity to Michiru. He wants to use this unknown and ambiguous identity, with only feelings of longing and regret, to do what he can.

As for his behavior at this moment, under the magnificent and magical background of this story, the colors depicted by his emotions at this moment are as brilliant and dazzling as the light emitted by the sweat from running in the sun.

The bridge created by the girl's singing connects the bond of time, and I am finally going to see her.

“I’m finally going to see him.”

For no reason, the girl's memories came into her brain along with unconscious murmurs.

The cherry-colored fragments in my memory, the two middle school students, the crying girl, the warm hug, the hairband handed to me on the train,

Why did I forget? Why haven’t I thought about it until now?

While running along the narrow mountain path, Hiroshi stared at the memories that flooded out of his mind.

A few years ago, a few weeks ago. On that day, when I felt sad and cried for some unknown reason, a strange girl came to see Hiroshi.

I clearly said that I would never forget you, and I am clearly so curious about you.

Why didn't you find out sooner?

A heavy weight seemed to settle in his chest. But since what had already happened could no longer be undone, Hiroshi could only run with undivided attention. The surrounding trees gradually thinned out, and crimson maple leaves spread across the ground like a carpet. The sound of a cascading waterfall evoked nostalgia. Hiroshi stood at the end of the steps.

finally reached.

The chilly autumn air was drawn into his lungs with a deep breath. Then, as if expelling all his longing, Hiroshi shouted with all his might.

"Michiru!!"

Longing, invisible and colorless, spreads with the sound, echoing in this empty and quiet park. Like a gentle prince's kiss awakening a sleeping princess, it transcends the barriers of time and, at the edge of dusk, awakens the longed-for existence from her dreams.

He raised his head, stood up straight, and looked around with anticipation.

Nothing.

In the park the old man had named "Hidden World," Hiroshi stood alone, besides the gurgling waterfall, the swaying maple leaves, and the cool autumn breeze. The setting sun stretched the shadows of everything. The world was sharply divided into two boundaries: light and shadow. He anxiously searched every corner, but there was no one anywhere.

If one time doesn't work, then try again. She must be here. For no reason, Haoshu was so convinced that he walked in the empty park again and again, calling her name as he walked.

"There's a sound. Someone is calling me."

Across the long river of time, the bridge of sound reached the other side of the soul, and the girl opened her eyes through the boy's body.

The echo is still clearly audible, that voice is

So to say

"I became Hiroki!"

When she opened her eyes, the setting sun in the sky shone directly into her eyes.

"Why is Hiroshi here?"

The surrounding scenery is so familiar, but for some reason it now exudes a sense of desolation and dilapidation. The waterfall that once covered the mountain with maple trees has become a mess.

Fear and anxiety, sadness and cowardice, I didn't know what was wrong with me. Cold sweat poured out like a broken dam.

It was as if there was some heavy pressure, wrapping me up heavily.

This is natural, after all, it was such a tragic disaster.

Yes, at that time

The echo of calling her name still rang in her ears. Recalling the memory that had become a fact in her mind, her legs went weak and she knelt on the cold floor, her shoulders twitching slightly.

"I, at that time"

The breath that came out of his throat was barely enough to make a sound.

“Dead…?”

Her pupils had lost their luster, and even her strength seemed to have been drained away. She leaned against the stool. Suddenly, the source of the echo gradually approached, as if it was right next to her. A loud call came, making her tremble all over.

"Michiru!!!"

"It's Hiroshi, is he here too?"

Murmuring, like a drowning person seeing floating reeds, the cold air was once again inhaled by another person, and then she shouted in Hiroshi's throat.

"Hiroshi!!!"

The voices calling each other's names intertwined, collided, and merged from two places, reaching each other's eardrums.

I heard it, here it is!

She, he, really, really, is right here!

Chapter 94 The smile shared by Hiroki Gokuru and her

"Hiroshi!"

I heard it, I really heard it, her voice! A surge of strength surged through his body, and Haoshu rushed towards the direction of the sound. However, there was still no one there. He turned around, but still no one was there. This was definitely not an illusion. The voice had definitely come from here. With this strong belief, Haoshu called out again.

"Michiru! Are you right here?!"

The secret, held between them alone, reached Michiru through the bridge of sound, and the answer was undeniable. Yes, it was Hiroki who had called her name. She shouted into the empty space, as if to an invisible wall, the two of them standing on opposite sides of the river, separated by time.

"Hiroshi, where are you?! I heard you!"

Yes, the answer is certain. The sound, only the sound was heard.

It was Hiroki's voice, Michiru's voice, vibrating the very air of reality, or perhaps it was only the part of her soul that was resounding. The reason was unclear. Although they were in the same place, they must have been separated by several years.

The two people, calling each other's names, scanned the empty park, looking for each other's traces.

But, there was still no one there.

"Michiru, where are you?"

He closed his eyes, sighed in bewilderment, and sat back down, somewhat dejected. But after all, she still hadn't appeared. It was a coincidence, perhaps a coincidence, that Hiroki sat on the cold bench, and Michiru, separated by the passage of time, stood before it. A faint warmth was before him, and his heart leaped in his chest. Though they were nowhere to be seen, the woman he felt in his heart was definitely, definitely, right beside them.

Boom boom boom, my heart is beating.

Facing each other, they stretched out their hands, trying to hold each other, even for just a moment.

But, there is no feeling at the fingertips.

Hope, dashed

The rustling sound of the wind whirled fallen leaves from the ground. Hiroshi felt his hair gently lifted, and his sweat suddenly evaporated. The light and temperature seemed to drop suddenly. He glanced up at the setting sun in confusion. The sun had already sunk behind the clouds. Freed from direct sunlight, light and shadow began to merge, and the outlines of the world became mottled and soft. The sky was still bright, but the ground was completely shrouded in faint shadows. A pink transitional light filled the surroundings.

Just like the time zone that the old people often talk about, it is also like the short sentence that they keep thinking about and repeating.

At dusk, we encounter the devil. If the devil refers to the past, what about the future?

The outline of a person gradually becomes blurred, and time passes when I encounter something not of this world. That ancient name, whispered softly with overflowing longing.

At dusk.

The sounds overlapped as if passing through some medium.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of falling.

Then, the much-anticipated.

Hiroshi came back to his senses and returned to his body, slowly opening his eyes.

At this moment, Michiru was right in front of him.

Her cute little face, with her eyes wide open and her mouth wide open, looked at him.

Rather than being surprised, her helpless expression was endearing and made people laugh, and they slowly smiled at her.

It is obvious that meeting each other is a happy thing, and realizing each other's longing is also a happy thing, but when these two joys are superimposed on each other, why is the smile at this moment as if holding back tears, with mist accumulating in the eye sockets, condensing and brewing?

"Finally meeting you, Michiru."

With a gentle cry, Michiru's eyes were filled with tears.

"...Hiroshi? Hiroshi? Hiroshi? Is it really you?"

She cried out desperately, waving her hands to pull at Hiroshi's arm. Suddenly, I felt my fingers gain strength, and the person before me felt real. This wasn't a dream, it was real.

All of a sudden, followed by a soft murmur.

"...Hiroshi is here..."

After hearing those awkward words, the heavy stone in her heart dissipated and she felt safe, but Michiru couldn't help but shed tears again.

Finally, we met. We truly met. In our true forms, familiar with each other once again, we met here, gazing into each other's eyes. Hiroki lowered his head, gazing at the tearful girl, and a sense of relief welled up within him. It was like a wanderer who, after years of wandering, finally returns to a familiar homeland. A wave of joy washed over him, quenching the urge to cry. He spoke to Michiru, still sobbing, with a smile through his tears.

"I'm here to see you."

But the guy in front of him couldn't stop crying. Scratching his head awkwardly, Hiroshi continued with a sigh.

"It's really hard! You live so far away."

It's really far away. In both spatial and temporal terms.

Michiru opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at Hiroki.