I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

Otoi Hiroshi has been gone for a long time.

I have walked a lot of roads and seem to be tireless.

The noise of the city, the cries of children, and the tinkling of trains at the intersection behind me constantly reached my ears.

Gradually, he came to the back mountain where he had made a lifelong promise with Hongzi.

When the sun shone on his face and the gentle wind blew across his face, he raised his colorless pupils that looked like dead fish eyes.

He seemed to see the figure of Koizumi Hongzi.

The girl's face was red, as if she was chasing something.

The legs that are constantly crossing each other, the breasts that are swinging up and down, and the long crimson hair that is more dazzling than the sun.

Her face was obviously ashamed and angry, but there was a slight smile on her face.

Those sparkling, ruby-like eyes were extremely beautiful.

Blinking, clear and translucent.

"Hongzi..."

He stretched out his hand and raised his legs desperately to chase.

He looked embarrassed, like a native dog that had been driven away from the countryside.

She was obviously just running up the mountain with her two slender legs, obviously not very fast.

But he couldn't catch up with her.

He clearly

——Already running very fast.

Her figure disappeared, disappearing under the huge cherry tree.

He was like a child who had lost his toy, kneeling on the ground helplessly, crying loudly.

Her figure kept flashing through his mind.

A somewhat arrogant pretty face, a slightly swaying school uniform skirt, and a touch of pure white above the knee socks.

He cried harder.

Crying wantonly and chanting her name wantonly.

He rested his forehead on the grassy ground and crossed his arms, trying to hold her in his arms.

Drops of crystal tears fell on the leaves of the grass, and then slid down the green leaves until they disappeared into the soil.

["Did I tell you not to be with me?"]

[Her voice was calm, and crystal tears slid down her beautiful, slightly sad face. 】

Her voice floated in my ears, and it was obvious that not long had passed since then...

The proud witch closed her eyes, the boy's tears soaked the ground, and the petals of the cherry blossom tree were blown to the leisurely sky by the wind.

After leaving Houshan, he did not dare to go to school.

That is the place where the two people have the most memories, and it is also the most profound place.

He is afraid.

I'm afraid that once I close my eyes, my mind will be filled with images of her.

He is afraid.

I'm afraid that every breath I take will have her lingering smell.

He was like a walking zombie, moving forward aimlessly.

The sun and the moon passed by, and under the blue moonlight, he stopped in a park.

With dirty clothes and a lifeless expression, he looked like a homeless man curled up on the bench.

He opened his eyes weakly, listening to the crisp chirping of cicadas in the night.

He watched the flies land on the tip of his nose, and watched the ants marching in neat steps in groups.

——He saw a pair of black high heels stopping in front of him.

"What is this?" A pleasant mocking voice sounded in my ears, "A drama about a consortium son running away from home and living on the streets?"

After a long time, he blinked his eyes, but there was still no response.

Miyuki Miyazaki sighed, took out a can of beer from the shopping bag at hand and put it on his face.

"It's too cold..."

"Hahahaha, it turns out you can talk. I thought you were mute." Miyuki Miyazaki put her hands on her hips, looked down at him and laughed loudly.

"You're too noisy."

Otoi Hiroshi sighed and sat up, his head still hanging feebly.

"Really?" Miyuki Miyazaki didn't care at all about the place where his shoes had rubbed just now, and just sat on it, "When you meet such a beautiful woman when you are lost, shouldn't you sigh, 'Ah~ this is a gift from the gods'? "

"Clap."

Hiroshi Otoi lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a thick puff of smoke.

"She is obviously a 28-year-old aunt who is not yet married."

"You guy."

Miyuki Miyazaki raised her fist, wanting to give him an iron fist full of justice and love.

"Huh... I have to be patient." She gritted her teeth and let out a long sigh, curled her lips, and handed over the beer in her hand, "For the sake of being so pitiful, do you want a beer?"

"..."

"Thank you."

"You're pretty discerning," she opened a can of beer for herself, took a deep sip, and let out a comfortable moan, "If you had been three seconds later, the last punch would have already hit your face. On."

Otoi Hiroshi raised his head and took a sip against the rim of the can, "Please forgive me, I'm already very tired."

Because there has been no water, my throat has already become dry.

The moment the aroma of malt enters your mouth, it is actually a little sweet.

"Now, let's talk about it." Miyuki Miyazaki looked straight ahead, crossed her slender legs, and put her arms on the back of the bench.

"There's nothing more to say."

As soon as Otoi Hiroshi finished speaking, he suddenly noticed a gust of fragrant wind approaching him.

He turned his head sideways, and Miyazaki Miyuki leaned over like a cat, her mature face with a touch of greenness in her eyes right in front of him.

"Hey, tell me~ I really want to gossip~"

Otoi Hiroshi turned away and leaned back slightly, avoiding her eyes that were as hot as fireworks.

"..."

The beer tilted in his hand spilled onto the ground.

"Really boring."

She shrank back.

The high heels were placed neatly on the ground. She hugged her knees and stepped lightly on the bench with her bare ankles. Her toes were crystal clear and her calves were as slender as tender lotus roots.

Hiroshi Otoi took a swig of the beer in his hand and sighed with satisfaction, full of carbon dioxide.

"I have a friend……"

Under the moonlight, Hiroshi Otoi chattered endlessly about his friends.

The evening breeze is blowing, and just listening to the sound of swaying leaves gives people a comfortable and warm atmosphere.

Time passes slowly.

There was less and less beer in the bag.

Miyuki Miyazaki sat there quietly, listening carefully.

Occasionally she smiles, and occasionally she curls her round toes slightly.

One person kept talking, and the other person was just listening. It was obviously very strange, but it felt like it should be so.

Taking the last sip of his beer, Hiroshi Otoi finished his story about a friend he had.

With a flick of his wrist, the squashed can drew a bright arc in the air and landed accurately in the trash can.

"I have to say that my friend seems to be an idiot, but I think he already has the answer in his heart."

"After all, there are still people waiting for him..."

After saying that, a faint snoring came into his ears.

Turning his head sideways, he found that Miyuki Miyazaki had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder at some point.

There was a touch of pink on her pretty face with her eyes closed.

The thin lips were slightly open, showing an alluring luster.

"Thank you... Miyuki..."