Card Draw Blade

Before going to bed every day, Inosuke's mother Kotoba would stare at her irritable son and drink a glass of milk.He was overwhelmed by his mother's love, but Inosuke drank it obediently.

Everything was fine before arriving here last night, Inosuke drank milk, went to bed and fell asleep quickly wrapped in a quilt, looking so ordinary.

And the accident should appear in the dream.

This dream was weird, Qin Ye woke up his son in the morning, almost tore down the house.

In the end, Qin Ye was stroking her son's head, and listening to Inosuke asked her sullenly: "Mom, in the dream my younger brother is not my younger brother, so I am very angry!"

Then Kotoba smiled slightly: "It's okay, in Inosuke's dream, everything is the opposite~"

He didn't remember exactly what happened in the dream, but he only knew one thing. In the dream, he saw his little brother——Aoki Midoriko threw himself on another person whose face was not clear but was covered in blood.

He remembered how he held her hand to pull her back, and he also remembered the feeling of other people's blood on his hand, but it was like holding a handful of quicksand, the harder he tried, the more empty the bamboo basket was.

Shouldn't it be the younger brother who followed behind her, why...

"That's weird, Midori, I don't like you playing with other people!" the boy said, looking at the ceiling in the corridor.

The corridor is a single-sided structure. In the long space, they are sitting or lying on the cold tiled floor. The time seems to be exquisite. The boy tilts his head, and the eyes reflect the girl's transparent neckline.

Mirai Aoki had nothing to say about his kindergarten speech, so he could only ask, "Why?"

"Tanjirou and Zenitsu two bastards don't take me, you and Nezuko are here, it's just me...too bad." He turned his head back.

"..."

She put her hands up, took out the key to the utility room of the art club from her skirt pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and rubbed the copper surfaces against each other.

The boy on the ground pricked up his ears, raised his head, and pressed his head against the floor, while the girl in the upside-down world looked at him with those green eyes, and the images in his memory overlapped again.

The girl smiled slyly at the boy on the ground, and asked, "Do you want to do something interesting with me?"

Compared with Shi Tou-kun, the senior with more obvious masculine features has a more deceptive existence.The white to bluish light emulsifies the sharp-edged lines of the world, the wind penetrates into the corridor, the shirt bulges, and the open neckline makes a sound, the wind comes suddenly.

Blurring the vision through the temperature difference air, the elf of the forest is a symbol of lightness and agility, but at this moment, there is a strange color in the slightly tight lip line of the girl, which is hazy and dim.

Inosuke arched a piece on the floor, raised his chin, his soft body was strong enough to support him to do so instead of breaking his neck, and instead exposed the snow-white Adam's apple on his neck.

There was a slight slip between the throat, and the swallowing movement was cautious: "What are you doing?"

The fingers stuck to the porcelain floor arched, leaving finger marks. Inosuke suddenly became aware of the existence of the opposite sex in his peaceful 16-year life, but no one told him how to do it.

The boy who spent a lot of time on games and fun had no choice but to look at the keyhole on the gate with those ignorant but deep eyes like a pair of puppies, trying to spy into the forbidden garden of Eden.Or use a pure white and beautiful face to confuse the girl in front of him to commit the prohibition of stealing apples. In short, in the process of raising the bones, the boy will always develop something amazing by nature.

The door of the unoccupied studio opened, and the smell of paint and dust rushed in, and the girl's fragrance penetrated into the nostrils along the gap.

"Anyway, the whole school is doing self-study in the afternoon—"

Inosuke heard his heart beating in his chest.

But the elf in the forest didn't realize the signal emanating from his body unconsciously, "How about I take you on an adventure in a haunted house!"

What he was thinking, Aoki Mirai didn't even know and would never think about it, he just remembered what happened to him in the old school building, and thought that Inosuke might find it interesting.

Zuihei Inosuke got up from the ground and patted the non-existent soil. This sounded good, but it was far from what he had imagined.

"What haunted house!" He walked over and followed Mirai Aoki into the studio.

"Last time I went to the old school building to help the teacher with things, and I met a real 'ghost', isn't it interesting?"

"Then why come here?" Inosuke had never been here before, and was looking around. The painting of my wife Shanyi was also placed here to dry: "Isn't this Shanyi?"

"Yeah!" As soon as I entered the door, I didn't know what to do, Aoki Mirai came out with a few containers and buckets, and was spreading a new canvas on a new easel: "It's very handsome, come over to Inosuke, and when the teacher starts a meeting in the afternoon, we will Go again, help me mix the paint before then~"

The little abacus hit the ground, she planned to catch coolies from the very beginning, looking at Bai Shengsheng's strong labor, Aoki Mirai laughed.

As soon as Inosuke turned his head, he saw the sinister Aoki Mirai. At this moment, he felt a subtle unhappiness in his heart, just like the feelings of the people who once admired him but suffered from Waterloo.

"You're laughing!" The little animal's intuition came in handy: "Wen Yi is so handsome! Where is it! Didn't you draw pictures of my uncle? Everyone said he was handsome! He was even more handsome than Wen Yi!"

Aoki Mirai supported his chin, his eyes wandered: "Well, don't worry—"

"They also said that you like me the most!!"

"..." The scene fell into silence for a while, what kind of unsound speech is this!

Inosuke was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking, he cautiously raised his head to observe Midori, a pair of swifts flew by the window, flustered.

As a result, Aoki Mirai is quite kind, and it is not right to say that it is kind.It was an aura that weakened in an instant, all ghosts and cleverness were like watered cotton candy, and the deepest core was exposed.

In fact, drawing out one's own thoughts clearly is already announcing to everyone in a disguised form.That day in the supermarket, when Zenitsu showed her the photo of Senior Inosuke standing in front of her, this scene had been expected.

The 'like' condensed out of the freshness and curiosity of beautiful things was finally discovered by the person concerned after he died without a problem.

The girl who considers herself quite mature deliberately suppressed the shyness of being humiliated in public. She took a deep breath, squatted on the ground and began to mix the paint.

Zhuzhu felt that something was becoming scary, did he say something wrong?

The always nervous young man observed other people's minds in a rare way, and secretly moved over, pretending not to care: "Hey, yes, I'm sorry! Don't be so stingy and be like Quan Hachiro and the others!"

Aoki Mirai smiled loosely, as if to appease the other party not to be so anxious, and then slowly said: "Why did Senior Inosuke apologize?"

"My uncle wants to apologize, so he said—" The girl's clear eyes were warm and soft, and he changed the topic, and his tone weakened: "Because I suddenly feel that you are poor and weak."

"Well, that's what it is."

The two small groups were squatting on the ground, Mirai Aoki was holding a spatula, and Inosuke next to him was holding his legs to watch.

Finally, he found a color that he almost liked, and then he pulled a stool over and signaled Inosuke to sit down casually.

"They were right."

Suddenly, the edge of the scraper was painted with oil paint, and a piece of orange red was drawn. Amid the sound of the patch rubbing against the linen, the young man's snow-white auricles moved slightly.

He was like a frightened little animal.

"Scared?" Aoki Mirai thought for a while: "I'm sorry if I scared you, but I still want to say that at the beginning of school, Senior Inosuke was good-looking, obsessed and stubborn about small things, it felt fresh and strange ..."

The orange paint is spread evenly on the canvas, and the bright yellow petals are delicately stretched, growing on the scorched black land, striving to show their best side towards the only light.

The prototype slowly appeared on the canvas, the wet towel in the hand wiped off the paint on the scraper, and there was only each other's breathing in the quiet studio.

The girl said: "Yes, that's right, it's that 'weird' feeling, I like it very much."

The lips moved slightly, and the voice was choked.

Inosuke felt that these words were different from other people's confessions in the past, but the "like" said by himself had the same meaning.

"Is it a confession?"

The curly-haired girl looked at the unfinished painting, never looking at him: "Yes."

The dark green eyes reflected the fiery red sunflowers, and the mixed black sank in the eyes.

How could she like Zuihei Inosuke? To put it bluntly, he is really pretty.Skin that can't be tanned, facial features that are more delicate than girls, and a cute and masculine weirdo who can show his teeth and claws anytime and anywhere.

Such a person is doomed to have no future with herself, this is the reason she understood in just a few days.But from the superficial beauty, what she wants more should be the same character as Zuhei Inosuke.

Yes, she is envious.

Because of envy, I like it; because of envy, my eyes are always chasing the corner of the boy's clothes.

But it is no longer necessary.

She already has many people, and she has happy and happy memories with everyone.

This chasing battle should stop, so the curly-haired girl smiled at Inosuke: "But senior Inosuke, don't think too much, this is very early~ very early~ before, now, not only me, everyone likes Inosuke very much Zenitsu, Tanjiro, Nezuko, and I are all Inosuke's partners—"

Mirai Aoki stroked the top of the boy's hair, as if comforting a puppy: "Let's go, I'll take you to the windows of the old school building~"

For some reason, Zuhira Inosuke's restless heart settled down at this moment, warm, soft, and light.

What he wanted, he got.

The author has something to say:

The love of adolescence is very vague, mixed with physical and spiritual demands.

The future is pure heart.

Pig is the body.

(I'm sorry, I don't know what I said, anyway, it's good to have a good time!)