My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 186
There is an atmosphere of dusk everywhere, and the faint sunset light floats on the horizon in the distance, as if coated with a layer of gold.

The tall woman in a white dress walked for a long time before there was a conversation among the miscellaneous trees.

"gone?"

"gone."

"Then what do we do next?"

"Find a place to sleep."

The two walked out of the miscellaneous forest, walked along the road for a while, and found a road hotel more than 600 meters away from Watanabe House.

Fujiwara Xingkong was checking in at the counter, and Makoto Niijima's eyes fell on a sink beside the counter. There were a few goldfish in it, swimming lightly in the bubbles created by the oxygen supply machine.

Their posture is graceful and cheerful, and the light of summer evening also sways in the water.

Niijima pursed his lips and looked at it for a while. When he followed Fujiwara Hoshika up the stairs, he asked, "Are those fish really happy when they are trapped in such a small fish tank?"

Fujiwara Xingkong looked back at her, "Don't think of something inexplicable to spoil your mood."

"I understand the truth."

"If you know it, do it."

I hate you so much Niijima yelled in her heart, she wrinkled her face fiercely, panted a few times in embarrassment, and then the distorted muscles on her face returned to their original shape.

She looked up at Fujiwara Xingkong who was leaning on the stairs, and after a brief silence, she said, "I finally know how complicated my sister's feelings for you are."

Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled bitterly, "It's still too late for you to leave now."

With his head down, Niijima walked up the stairs without saying a word.

How should I put it, she is gentle, handsome, and considerate.

If he didn't fall into it, he would really be the best person in the world.

Niijima really discovered this fact, but it seems a bit late.

Back in the guest room, take off your clothes and take a shower, carefully wash the sweat stains on your body with soap, flush with hot water, and put on a clean shirt after taking a bath, you feel much better.

Walking out of the bathroom, the curtains of the floral pattern in the room were drawn left and right, and the field could be seen from the window. The field of view was very good, there was nothing to block it, and the miscellaneous forest in front of Watanabe's house could be seen from a distance.

While Fujiwara starry sky was taking a bath, Niijima boiled some hot water with a kettle, made some green tea, and drank it on the sofa.Turning on the TV, there is a music program on the screen, a band composed of young boys is singing "Hotel California".

But she didn't listen to the sound of the music at all, and all her attention was now focused on the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Can you eat three bowls of rice listening to the sound of a beautiful girl taking a bath?

What about listening to the sound of the beautiful boy taking a bath?
As Niijima thought about it, he actually developed a very irrational appetite.It's not because I'm hungry and want to eat. It feels like I want to eat a late-night snack in the middle of the night. That kind of CNM I don't care if I want to eat Jesus, I can't stop my irrational appetite.

So she rummaged through Fujiwara Hoshi's bag and found a pack of beef jerky. She sat on the sofa with her clean legs crossed and ate while listening to the sound of water.

After a while, the sound of water stopped.

Fujiwara Xingkong came out topless while wiping her hair.He glanced at Niijima who was wearing only a men's shirt on the sofa.

The white shirt is quite eye-catching.

only.
"You're wearing my clothes, so what am I wearing?"

Niijima glanced at him, "Do you want me to take it off for you now? But before that, let me remind you that your little Zhen is now vacuum."

Forget it...Fujiwara Xingkong took the cold air from the air conditioner in the room deeply into his lungs, then spit it out, then turned around and walked into the bathroom, picked up the shirt he had changed to put on, but when he smelled the smell of sweat smell, put it down in disgust, and could only go back to sit next to Niijima with his upper body bare.

The fabric of the sofa is obviously cheap, and the fabric feels a little itchy when it touches the skin.There's also something wrong with the shape, and I can't find a comfortable position no matter how much I adjust it.

He took a sip of Niijima's leftover green tea, picked up the TV remote control on the table, and after changing the channel several times, he stopped at the scene of the BBC documentary "Blue Planet".

The reason why I chose this program is purely because it is quieter than other programs.

Niijima put his thighs on his lower abdomen in a fit of anger, and Hoshiku Fujiwara gave her a massage. His eyes were fixed on the huge humpback whale on TV, but his mind was thinking about Mr. Hachishaku.

According to the urban legend, Mr. Hachichi will only appear in rural towns, and he likes to confuse underage boys.The image is a large tall female, as tall as its name, and can make a male "boo boo" laugh.

In different versions, the image of Hachisha-sama will also be somewhat different. It may be a young woman in mourning clothes, an old woman in a kimono, or a middle-aged woman in work clothes.But they all have three things in common, a tall woman with a white hat on her head, and that unpleasant laugh.

As an urban legend, Hachisha-sama ignores all spells, and the spells of witches and monks cannot affect him in the slightest. If you are unfortunately deceived by Hachisha-sama, you will be killed within a few days.

After all, urban legends are unsolvable.

But it doesn’t mean that you can wait to die after being targeted. It is said that hiding in a closed room sealed with waste newspapers and using pots of edible salt in the four corners can barely block it for a while.

How long you can live depends on your luck.

I heard from Masato Ono that the Watanabe family has encountered a little trouble in the past few years. Does this trouble refer to Mr. Hachishaku?
If it is true that it has been harassed for several years and still survived, then it can be seen that the background of this family is still very sufficient.

Makoto Niijima's leg twitched suddenly, Fujiwara Hoshiku didn't care, and continued to think about these things while massaging.

According to Mr. Shinkawa, the Monochromatic Gang seems to have mastered the method of creating urban legends, so could it be that they made this Mr. Hachishaku, and put it in Watanabe's house for the purpose of Ibaraki's broken arm?

Fujiwara Xingkong basically confirmed this guess, which means that if he solves Hachisha-sama this time, then the true whereabouts of him and Niijima will definitely be exposed to the opponent's eyes.

That is to say, when that time comes, the two sides will no longer be in the open and in the dark, but will confront each other openly in Kyoto.

We've come this far, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Niijima, who had been taking a nap with his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly, and his body collapsed instantly, while Fujiwara Hoshikong was still thinking about something, and didn't react at all.

Well~~ what should I do?
Remind him?

don't be embarrassed
Niijima was really dizzy and didn't know how to react.But her body has unconsciously arched, and her toes are curled up tightly.She clutched the sofa tightly with both hands, gritting her teeth, not daring to make a sound.

Although the eyes are still open, but I can't tell where I am, and I can't generalize what I feel about it. I only feel a tingling sensation spreading from the tailbone to the whole body, and the whole body trembles slightly .

"Um……"

When did your mouth open?He stuck out half of his tongue and breathed heavily.

In a trance, my body seemed to be thrown high into the sky, past the clouds and the atmosphere, and I gradually saw the blue planet.At the same time, a sense of weightlessness surged up, breathing stopped, heartbeat stopped, blood circulation stopped, and even the five senses disappeared.

The moment he fell back to the surface from outer space, fireworks exploded in his blank mind.

"Uh? What's wrong with you?" Sensing the abnormality, Fujiwara Xingkong looked up suspiciously, only to see her chest rising and falling violently, and her flat belly could be seen through the buttons of her shirt.

Niijima was really powerless to answer him, he was still panting violently, his curled crystal toes flickered under the light.

Fujiwara Hoshikora blinked and was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. He took back his hand as if he was electrocuted and wiped it back and forth on his pants several times very covertly.

I don't know when the sound of the TV can't be heard. In the quiet and awkward atmosphere, the sound of vehicles passing by occasionally comes from outside the window.In addition, indistinct slapping and muffled grunting of a woman could be heard from the next room.

It's not clear what the sound is, it's very rhythmic.It stopped every now and then, but soon started to ring again.

Niijima gasped for a long time before regaining consciousness. He didn't know how to face him for a while, but he folded his legs helplessly, picked up a pillow in his hand, and pressed it to his face.

"I'm going to drink a glass of water." Fujiwara Xingkong rushed into the bathroom in a panic, picked up the water from the tap with his hands and drank it.But my throat is very thirsty, no matter how much I drink, I can't drink enough.He looked up at his upper body in the mirror. Apart from being a little flustered, there was nothing wrong with his condition, but he felt that his beard had grown a little and needed to be shaved off.

After washing my face, my mood slowly calmed down.He finally realized a problem. Wouldn't it hurt her a bit to run away by himself at this time?

Turning around to look, sure enough, Niijima really showed half of his face from under the pillow, with red eyes.He stared anxiously at the bathroom door.

The bastard Fujiwara Hoshizora cursed himself in his mind, walked to the sofa, and put her in his arms.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it properly."

Makoto Niijima still had a blush on his face, leaning against him limply, his whole body became as soft as a cat.

At the beginning, there was still a little awkward mood, but now it has disappeared without a trace.

"Fujiwara." She raised her head softly, her eyebrows curved into a beautiful angle and said, "How about we just tie up Yoshio Watanabe?"

"If that's the case, then there are still many children who died at the hands of the eight-foot girl."

"But... I feel very uncomfortable when I think that you will be with that woman tomorrow."

"There is no way." Fujiwara Hoshikora sighed, "I am the only one who can do this kind of thing."

"Then go by yourself tomorrow, don't take me with you."

"I didn't intend to let you see it."

"I hate you so much!"

"late."

"Let's go to sleep." Niijima took a bite of him, and then added: "You and I share the same bed, but you can only sleep, and you are not allowed to do anything else!"

Fujiwara Xingkong obediently did so, hugged her and turned off the light in the guest room, lying on the bed, Niijima rested his head on his right arm, motionless, curled up quietly like a bear about to hibernate.

The temperature of the air conditioner was a bit low, and under the quilt, the girl's body was warm and soft as if it was defenseless.

Niijima stayed silent, didn't move his body, and didn't open his mouth to speak.Fujiwara Xingkong also did not move, and the two hugged each other, listening to each other's breathing quietly.

Niijima's body trembled, his eyes were dimly lit in the darkness, but he didn't dare to look up at him.

"I can't hide it from Sister Risa, so I will confess to her after I'm done."

Niijima really didn't say a word, even his body stiffened.

"Sneaking around is never an option. I'm sorry for her too much. I can't continue like this."

Sound waves vibrate the air, conveying a sense of realism.

"Whether she agrees or not, we always have to face it, don't we?"

Niijima's mouth was half open, and he could see his lips moving slightly, like ripples on the water.It seemed like he was groping for some kind of language, but in the end he couldn't form any words.

"Leave it to me." Fujiwara Xingkong hugged her anxiously, pressing against her forehead, "I'm a man, I can't let you face it."

"Fujiwara. Me."

"Don't think so much, go to sleep."

The hot breath of the girl's breath continued to be heard in the quilt, and outside the window, summer insects were chirping, and the night gradually deepened.

"We slept together," Niijima said, "deeply."

Go to sleep deeply, go to sleep, and wake up again.

No matter what kind of future tomorrow is, we must face it together after all.

Early the next morning, when Fujiwara Xingkong opened his eyes, the summer morning sun shone through the cracks in the curtains, and the morning crows were screaming outside the window.

The girl next to her had her face sideways on the pillow, her sleeping face was beautiful, her short brown hair hanging down on her snow-white cheeks, outlining complex patterns.The little ears are playfully hidden under the hair and cannot be seen.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked at the time, June 6, 29:[-] in the morning.

Get out of bed as quietly as possible without waking her up.Looking out of the window through the gap in the curtain, you can see the vegetable field outside.There are crows flying over the miscellaneous forest in the distance.

Fujiwara Xingkong stretched, and after washing, he boiled water and made coffee.Sitting on the couch drinking and trying to gather my thoughts.After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with anything, so I had to go downstairs and order a breakfast.

When returning to the room with breakfast, Niijima just woke up.

(End of this chapter)