The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

The sound of boots hitting the ground represented the master's answer.

It is not a sudden retreat, but rather an exciting move forward.

Countless times, she had seen this scene in her dreams, and had thought countless times about what to say when they met. But when the facts really lay before her, her mouth seemed to be stuck by something and she couldn't make a sound.

Only the body moving forward and the limbs can express everything instead of words.

She reached out a trembling hand, like a cat exploring an unknown toy, and gently prodded Hiroshi's chest. A solid touch spread between her fingers. Then she stretched out her entire hand, covering the throbbing heart. The burning sensation was like that first time she'd felt it in Hiroshi's arms, buried deep in her memory, a familiar, nostalgic feeling.

What came to my nose was the fragrance of the young sun that was still there in my memory.

Yes, that's him.

Finally, with a hoarse and trembling voice, she raised her head and looked at Hiroshi.

“I’m really not dreaming.”

"Well, it wasn't a dream."

The first conversation after the reunion was so funny and yet so thought-provoking.

Hot and wet eyes.

In public, the emotions in my heart burst out uncontrollably.

The warm wind carried the faint fragrance of an unknown flower. Autumn, besides heralding the approach of winter, also symbolized the joy of a good harvest. The two of them breathed in this joyful air almost simultaneously.

They took a deep breath, and then almost at the same time, their hot and wet eyes looked at each other and they spoke in unison.

"Your name is?"

Ah, I envy those great writers who have the talent to write about stomach remedies. I hope that one day my stomachache will be cured after reading my own book. This is my dream. Keep up the good work. If you are sick, you should take more medicine.

It seems that the release date of Your Name in mainland China is December 12nd, and Zhoushan has not introduced it.

I’ll take a bus to Ningbo on December 12rd to see it. Well, that’s it.

I'm going to work in a big city! It's too tragic to have to cross the ocean just to see a movie!

Hi, so angry

Chapter 100: The turning point of Hiroki Gokuru's final chapter

For Mr. Lai Yue, today was another peaceful day, the kind of life he longed for and loved most in his life. A peaceful and ordinary life was also a kind of enjoyment for the people of this small town.

The slow pace unique to rural life.

However, this peace was suddenly broken one day.

It's not artificial. Compared with the swordplay that Mr. Lai Yue experienced in his youth, this re-enactment seems more violent.

The sky is dyed a little red, and dragonflies are dancing in the air.

The familiar scenery shook with the flames, and the familiar people gradually turned into speechless corpses.

Mr. Lai Yue's old arms were no longer as swift and agile as they were in his youth, and his body was no longer as nimble as it was in his youth. In the end, he couldn't even take a few more steps.

Living in a small town for so long, so comfortable, was finally destroyed by the earth-shattering collapse.

Along with all the old friends that my wife and I once remembered, they were all destroyed by the natural disaster.

Then, haze enveloped the world and darkness blinded our eyes.

The first thing Mr. Lai Yue saw when he opened his eyes again was a familiar, artificial white light. Beyond the light was a spacious ceiling, where hanging incandescent lights cast a faint glow, illuminating the room. The old man lay quietly in the pristine room, and everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

He turned to look at the calendar on the wall, and the date on it told him.

"Death returns."

The old man fell into deep thought, his rough fingers stroking the calendar paper.

"We have to do something. If we don't do anything, disaster will strike this town again and no one will be saved."

Yes, Mr. Lai Yue may have aged, but the burden he carries remains the same as it was in his youth, his original aspirations unwavering. He acts to save the world, but now he can no longer shoulder everything on his own with the reckless impulsiveness of his youth.

He, with his mottled white hair and hunched back, is really old.

His wife's original wish had been fulfilled, and he had worked so hard to survive until now that he didn't know when he would quietly pass away. However, due to the power of unnatural death, he returned to the present, and in a place where he didn't want to spend his old age with his wife, all the people he knew had disappeared due to a sudden disaster.

However, I glanced at the calendar and saw that there was still more than a month left.

Haha, there is plenty of time this time.

However, there was a lingering uneasiness in the old man's eyes. He could only infer one reason why there was so much time, and that was that the method of salvation required a specific person or thing to complete it.

But there is no point in thinking so much here. Let's collect some information first. From this moment on, he has to use his somewhat slow brain to think about the method of rescue.

I walked out of the house slowly, passed through the store door and came to the door of my own grocery store. Looking at the lush trees in front of the door in the early morning, the haze in my heart was also cleared a little by the peace of nature.

Early morning is indeed the best time of the day.

While sighing, a young and energetic figure ran all the way and appeared in his eyes. This is not the child from the Bingtang family, right? Speaking of which, this child also

He sighed softly, sorted out his complicated thoughts, and raised his head. He put on a warm smile and greeted the girl who passed by.

"Hey, isn't this the child of the Bingtang family? He's still so energetic."

"Hey, it's Grandpa Lai Yue. Good morning. You seem to be in the same spirit today as before."

Such a shame, still so polite.

A complex look flashed across his eyes, and he smiled wryly, shaking his head. Recalling the flickering memories in his mind, he sighed softly with a slightly unspoken, slightly melancholic tone.

"Oh, I'm so old. Who knows, the house might collapse in the earthquake and crush my old bones."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Grandpa, you must be this energetic every day."

The girl's thoughts were sharp and clear. She seemed to have sensed some encouragement in her tone, and she looked at him with some worry. When their eyes met, she keenly sensed her thoughts. He was stunned for a moment, patted his forehead, and smiled.

"Yes, yes, I am energetic every day. Look at what nonsense I am talking about. I must not have slept well. I didn't sleep well. Hahahaha"

Being cared for by such a young child, it felt as if the ages between them were reversed. Now he still behaved like a fool. If the old woman saw him, she would probably nag him again.

Cheer up! He smiled and waved goodbye to the girl who was running forward. He made up his mind secretly in his heart.

But, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a faint sense of incongruity about the girl he had just spoken to. He looked up at the receding figure, thinking perhaps the solution lay with her.

Michiru Hyodo? If possible, can you help?

With narrowed eyes, I secretly kept a wary eye on her. Walking in the opposite direction, the weather was sunny, birds were singing, and the flowers were fragrant. The town was just like yesterday, filled with a heartwarming atmosphere.

"Hey, Mr. Lai Yue, it's so early today. Old people shouldn't be so energetic and wander around. Stay at the door and act like an old man, okay?"

"You old bastard Langmu, you didn't go to look after your little Xing today, and you came to ask me to beat you up again, didn't you? I'm here to have some breakfast, so hurry up and bring your delicious food over."

"What? You old man want to eat at my house again? Fine, fine, I'll give you a bucket of cool well water to make you feel refreshed."

Having lived in the town for so long, I naturally have some acquaintances of my generation.

One of the reasons why the old man who is guarding the old house in the small town does not go to the city to live with his children is that he can't bear to leave the company of these old guys.

"Isn't this Mr. Lai Yue? Long time no see. Lang Mu, you old man, why don't you serve tea to Mr. Lai Yue? You have no manners at all when a guest comes."

An old woman walked out of the house. She was stunned when she saw the newcomer. She glared at her old man who was still arguing with the other person with her eyes, and shouted to stop him.

"You've rarely left the house since Lei left."

What was served was naturally not the cold well water that old man Langmu mentioned, but the dishes carefully prepared by his own female head of the household. The three of them sat around. Grandma Xing looked at the two old naughty boys who were about to fight with each other, coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Really? Probably. After all, a person will get tired if he walks too much."

"What nonsense! I'm still exercising every day. Let me show you my muscles."

"Go away, go away. Your body is just like a skinny monkey. You don't even have muscles. You're just like a chicken skeleton."

Lai Yue scolded with a smile as he looked at Langmu who was trying hard to make a space from his thin and shriveled arms.

"How can you be so good? Have you not been eating well recently? I am a chicken skeleton, and you have become chicken bone powder."

After arguing and laughing, the three of them finished their meal and sat down at the door. Because the rich man Langmu's house was in the center of the town, they could sit at the door and chat while observing the people in the town. Finally, old man Lai Yue came to a conclusion, patted his butt and stood up.

"Live long, old man."

Leaving behind a few words of unclear meaning, he embarked on his journey alone.

I mentioned earlier that my friends in Ningbo are envious of being able to watch the movie first. That’s it, I have classes tomorrow, so I’ll leave first~(:f)

Chapter 101: Gokogen Hiroki's Low Point at the End

The rough fingers touched the ceramic teacup in their hands, the green leaf tips trembled and floated on the water, the ripples swayed, and in a nap, between dreams and reality, consciousness floated up and down.

As the days went by, Mr. Lai Yue, an old man, rushed around the town every day, thinking and looking for ways to solve the future crisis, but in the end

"But is it still a hopeless and hopeless ending?"

The dates on the calendar were circled with a pen. Even though a URL that would cause an earthquake was spread on the Internet, there was no sign of tension in society. Instead, he was taken to the police station for tea on the charge of spreading rumors. If they hadn't let him go because they thought he was too old and mentally ill, he would probably still be basking in the sun in the police station.

The key figure, and the target he finally locked onto, was Michiru Hyodo, a girl who had been behaving like a schizophrenic for some unknown reason recently.

Perhaps the initial manifestation of this condition was so different that he skipped the stage of suspecting his presbyopia and saw clearly that some miraculous changes were indeed taking place in this girl.

Emotionally speaking, sometimes it manifests as liking others, and sometimes it manifests as liking yourself.

How could a normal person behave so strangely? Naturally, the savior this time happened to this child who was beloved by the world.

So, can we just let the child discover it all on his own?

As soon as the thought arose, it was extinguished by reason, because the last death was caused by his own inaction.

I have to do something. Looking at the figure approaching from a distance, he stood up gently and dusted off his butt, thinking so in his heart.

"It's time to use you, old friend"

He blew away the dust on the wooden board leaning against the wall and moved it out of the house with great effort. As expected, the figure saw this situation and ran over.

Looking at the child wiping the sweat from his forehead, his expression and movements were the same as when he was a child. The only slight change was that there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Has it come to this?

This look was the same look he once gave the girl who had gradually become king, full of eagerness.

No, let her go down her old path.

She must be made to understand her feelings more clearly.

"Well, Michiru-chan, now you have someone who is completely devoted to you, both physically and mentally."

Although it was a question, it was an affirmative statement. The girl's pupils shrank slightly when she heard this, and strands of thoughts brewed in her eyes, as if something had been ignited by his gentle words.

It’s time to take some action, right? Come on, you two.

Her eyes revealed a hint of eager anticipation, hoping that her actions this time could save the fate of this small town.

As he expected, the girl took her own steps, and when he saw her again, she had indeed changed a little and began to pour her passion into the music.

But this change was not yet complete, like the stamens of a flower just before it blooms, making people feel anxious and uncomfortable before anticipating that beauty. He even felt that the girl's frequent mental breakdowns had become abnormal.

Why, why on earth? Worry tormented his heart, causing him to lose his appetite all day. Naturally, before the most crucial day arrived, he collapsed on the road in the small town.

When he woke up again, he was lying in the county hospital, extremely weak and unable to move. Nurse Ju said that people in the town had found him collapsed at home and drove him here for emergency treatment. His children even took time off work to take care of him.

It's ridiculous that a hero falls down first even though he wants to save others.

Suppressing the pain, he struggled to get up several times but had no strength at all. His body felt hollowed out and he could only look at the sky outside the window with his head tilted, feeling sad.

The disaster happened without any warning and without any preparation.

The last news we received was that the once quiet and peaceful town was reduced to ruins by the mighty force of nature.

The only survivor was himself, who was being cared for in a hospital with a very high earthquake resistance rating.

Living alone these days, a dull and oppressive feeling enveloped his tormented heart.

As if they understood his current state, the children kept a close eye on him after learning about the tragedy in their hometown, fearing that he would jump out of the window on impulse.

When they were little, their mother told them stories about their father jumping off a cliff to save her. Of course, they could only think of it as a lie. But their father was a criminal, and if he had done something so irrational at such a moment, losing his hometown would have been sad enough, and if his father had a mental breakdown, they would have had nowhere to cry.

Accompanied by his children, the depressed old man gradually recovered and became more energetic. After he was finally diagnosed and discharged from the hospital, he stood on the ruins of his hometown accompanied by his children after receiving permission from the rescue team.

I sorted out the things buried in the rubble at home, and found only photos of my spouse.

They weren't the only ones who returned; most of the people in the town were elderly and children, with the older ones working in the city. With tears in their eyes, they pieced together their loved ones' belongings from the rubble, sorting them clean and handling them carefully.

Walking on the ruins, a lonely figure was searching among the ruins, his white shirt stained with sweat and dust.

"You're from the Hyodo family, right? You've also rushed back from abroad."