The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Eh...but, what's the matter? I wasn't at that time..."

Is he dead? I can't say these three words.

"I listened to your song"

Taking out the tape from the recorder and thinking about the hardships along the way, Hiroshi said comfortingly, and Michiru stopped crying immediately.

"Eh……"

There was silence. His face suddenly turned red.

"Ah...ah..."

As if enduring something, she approached Haoshu little by little, and then snatched the tape from Haoshu's hand.

“…You heard this?!”

"Eh? Yeah."

"Woo idiot, idiot!"

“Eh, eh eh!?”

His face turned red, and he looked angry. He stepped back slightly. Hey, what's the point of being angry?

"I haven't practiced it well yet and you heard it."

It seemed like a complaint, but it was more of a joy. Did he finally hear it?

"But it sounds good, much better than my singing. It's no wonder she's called Michiru."

"Oh, don't think that if you praise me I will forget what you, a pervert, did."

"Hey, hey!"

"Last time, when we swapped last time, you took a shower, right?"

Her face flushed, her eyes looked away, and her tone inexplicably carried a hint of embarrassment.

"Hmm" Hiroshi was obviously feeling guilty, and he didn't know where to put his hands. "It's been so long, how could I know..."

"Mom saw everything, okay? She even scolded me the next day for taking so long to take a bath." Her face suddenly puffed up, as if she was thinking of something unhappy.

"Oh, sorry, I couldn't help it..." Hiroshi's palms began to sweat as his mother grabbed him. It seemed like he had to say something. Hiroshi didn't care.

"Once, only once, and it was very quick."

Hiroshi really didn't want to use the reason that his mother forced him to take a bath as an excuse. After all, either of these two options, my mother and I, would lead to serious trouble.

But is this an excuse? Hiroshi is right to think he is an idiot.

"...Just once? Hmm..."

Eh? Michiru seemed to be thinking about something. Once is within the acceptable range? That's easy to say. No way! Michiru raised an eyebrow and pointed at Hiroki with a trembling voice.

"...What do you mean only once? Does it have anything to do with the number of times? You pervert!"

Bold girl, why don’t you hesitate shyly? It’s also cute to say that.

Sighing that it really wasn't working, Hiroshi clasped his hands together as if giving up, said sorry, and bowed his head. Fortunately, I didn't say that I washed it very carefully.

"Ah, that..."

Her expression suddenly changed, and Michiru pointed at Hiroki's right hand in surprise, looking at the wrist that was exposed when he raised his hand.

“Ahh, this.”

The bright purple knot was a gift from her several years ago. Hiroki undid the buckle on the knot and took it off his wrist while smiling at Michiru.

"You're such a fool! How could we even know each other back then? Why did you come looking for me?"

He untied the knot and handed it to Michiru. Thinking of Michiru's mood on the train at that time, his heart suddenly became sad and he looked at her with pity.

"I've been wearing it all the time. Now, it's your turn."

Michiru took the knot with both hands and raised her head.

"Hmm!" A brilliant smile. The girl in front of him smiled. At that moment, he finally saw her smile from the heart, like the light of spring in March that can melt ice and snow. Hiroshi felt as if the world had become more beautiful.

Michiru tied a knot along her hair, and tied her long hair up, and tied it into a cute ponytail just like yesterday.

"How about it?"

Her cheeks were slightly red, and she tilted her head slightly to reveal her beautiful ponytail. She looked up at me. A purple headband swayed beside her short hair.

"what……"

Ponytails are the best. Hiroshi thought as he looked at the girl's black hair tied into a beautiful ponytail around her snow-white neck.

"...Ah, it suits you very well."

"...Is that so." The rosy expression on Michiru's face added a bit of color to her beautiful hairstyle.

"Hiroshi is so cunning!"

"Eh?" I was telling the truth, why suddenly?

"Always doing the right thing when others need it most. Just like an old fox indeed."

Michiru looked at someone hopelessly hopeless, then suddenly turned her gaze away, her expression apathetic and unspoken. Hiroki's mouth twitched. "What? Talking to girls is like an S-level game..." Such a sudden change of subject left him speechless.

So Hiroshi put his hands on his hips, frowned, and spoke seriously with a dignified look.

"That's so rude! Apologize to all the old foxes in the world."

"puff"

Michiru laughed, a laugh so loud she held her belly.

What's wrong with all these girls? They're always crying and laughing, totally incomprehensible. But seeing Michiru like this, Hiroki felt a surge of laughter deep down. It was just right, seeing you happy, and feeling happy about your happiness. He lowered his head, put a hand on his face, and couldn't help but laugh along with her.

Michiru smiled, too. Hiroki smiled, too. Indeed, this was a moment worth celebrating, so they laughed out loud together. In the gentle, bright dusk, in a corner of this world, the two of them laughed as unbridled as children.

All of this, like a dream, turned into a beautiful scenery and remained in this magnificent painting.

Next, he still had to talk to her about serious matters. Taking a deep breath, Hiroshi looked at the girl in front of him with gentle eyes.

Chapter 95 The End and Conclusion of Gokogen Hiroki

In the gentle and bright dusk, in a corner of this world, two people were laughing as wildly as children.

A gentle breeze lifted the boy and girl's hair, sweeping up the red maple leaves from the ground and scattering them around like red rain. The girl's delicate fragrance evoked a nostalgic feeling. The temperature dropped, bit by bit. The light faded, bit by bit.

Hiroshi smiled, his eyes becoming more gentle.

"I have always wanted to see you, always wanted to see you, Michiru." I have been missing you and wanting to see you. I have spent sleepless nights tossing and turning, bathing in the light and shadow memories you left behind. Now that I finally see you, I whisper it softly, even crying in my heart.

Happy times always pass quickly. As the sky darkens, the feeling of separation lingers in my heart.

I really can't bear to let it go.

"There's something else to tell you, Michiru."

Hiroki meticulously and with a hint of rapidity, he recounted the plan he had entrusted to Ogasawara and Tanaka. The earth shook, the sun and moon dimmed, and the reality that he was already dead by then. For Michiru, this was an impending crisis, but it didn't matter. Hiroki had meticulously devised a solution within a day.

"Can I really?"

Her voice trembled slightly. Before the disaster unfolded, Michiru was about to give her all in front of everyone, capturing their attention. She had never experienced anything like this before, so it was natural for her to lack confidence.

"No problem, because I can feel it in the tape. Hyodo Michiru, you undoubtedly have this power. If you ask why, the fact that I'm standing before you right now is the best proof."

Hitting his chest hard, Hiroki gave encouragement to the uneasy Michiru in a calm tone.

"Hmm, I'll do my best. ...Ah, it's already getting dark..."

Michiru said this, and her figure gradually turned into a faint shadow.

"Already, is it going to end?"

The sky was no longer ablaze with the afterglow of the setting sun. Night was fast approaching. Hiroshi, who had been looking up at the dimming sky, lowered his head, gazing deeply at the person before him. As if resisting a sudden surge of unease, a look of reluctance crossed his face.

"Hey, Michiru."

"Ah."

"actually, I"

He stretched out his arms, wanting to hug that petite body again, just like when they first met.

Then I definitely felt the warmth in his arms.

As Michiru looked at him with an expression that was unclear whether it was astonishment or surprise, Hiroshi opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and raised his head to speak again.

The figure in his arms faded away, and the feeling of weightlessness pulled Hao Shu forward a few steps.

"like you"

The lingering sound echoed in the deserted park.

"Eh?"

There was still a trace of warmth in his palm. He raised his head blankly and looked around, but Michiru was no longer around him.

"Michiru? Hello, Michiru?!"

It was like shouting, but there was no response. He hurriedly searched the empty park, hoping to find any trace of her. However, after wandering for a long time, the surrounding scenery gradually sank into the dark blue darkness, and the answer was already very clear.

Michiru disappeared.

Night comes.

Back to his own body again, Hiroshi is back.

He looked down at his right hand. The knot on his wrist was gone. On the stool beside him, the tape recorder, without the tape, lay quietly.

"In the end, you still can't tell it?"

Picking up the tape recorder on the chair, Hiroshi muttered to himself.

"It's really incompetent."

The final, long-awaited preparations unfolded like a scorched earth, falling asleep with the setting sun. He stepped over the crimson maple leaves that covered the ground, and the crimson maple leaves spread out like crimson blood.

Standing at the top of the stairs for the last time, Hiroshi turned around and looked. Michiru's phantom appeared in front of his eyes as if she was still beside him. He was about to reach out to touch her, but as soon as he raised his hand, it disappeared. It was like searching for traces of time, and then he caught a glimpse of her smile and wanted to touch her cheek. Even if he stretched out his hand, it was just a pathetic bubble dancing in the illusory air. He could only vaguely hear her singing that remained in his heart, but this singing was like the words "I like you" that can no longer be conveyed. This singing drifted away with the wind and disappeared in the distance. After going through so much hardship, he finally saw her. She took away some things, memories, longing, and the bridge of sound.

I looked up at the gradually brightening night sky, where several stars had begun to twinkle. I felt a little hopeful, wondering if I could hear the voices of the past again. With this thought in mind, I descended the stairs.

As I walked away, the scenery, never to be seen again, flowed from my heart like drinking water. The air was filled with an indelible heaviness. Memories crisscrossed my mind: her fingertips, the ends of her hair, the memories of her light and shadow.

My chest began to feel tight, the tangled threads of cause and effect were returned, and the song that built the bridge was taken away.

The huge and unbearable pressure continued to oppress Hao Shu in this dense forest.

Only when you leave here can you feel a sense of relief.

"Huh, it's finally here."

He leaned on his knees, panting softly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After being relieved of the hurried figures around him, the burden in his heart suddenly lightened. He turned around again, his expression completely different, a hint of paleness on his once rosy face.

"What on earth is going on?"

While running, the memories of light and shadow also dissipated with the wind. Obviously, he did not use any abilities. Could it be that the messy memories of different timelines did not allow them to exist purely, the so-called world correction power?

"hateful"

Hiroshi hurriedly took out a pen and wanted to write the first letter of the name on the palm of his hand.

""

But just as he made the first stroke, his hand was about to make another, and the tip of the pen began to tremble. Hiroshi used all his strength to control it, trying to write the name as if it were engraved on his palm, but the tip of the pen wouldn't move even a millimeter. He knelt on the floor, as if he had lost all strength. The pen slipped from his hand, and he raised his head weakly, eyes closed. The dejection under the starry sky seemed to make the entire sky seem even darker.

Gone, her name, her memory.

even

"Why did I come back here?"

The fragments of memory in my mind are scattered and pieced together in a chaotic manner.

"To see her, to help her, to save her, to like her."

But it's gone, something so important is gone.

Only the residual warmth of emotion remains in the heart, sliding down with the tears from the corners of the eyes.

Tears hit the ground and turned into countless small water droplets.