[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

An increasingly clear low-pitched piano sound flew out from the half-closed door.

And the maid with a distressed face was holding something in her hand, and suddenly she didn't hear the sound of the piano. She didn't wake up until she walked to the door of the girl's bedroom. Go in after the impromptu performance.

If Akashi Seijuro were here, he would immediately recognize that this is the rather famous Bach Suite for Unaccompanied Cello No. [-] in G Major.But the maid guarding the door only thought the melody was pleasing to the ear, but she couldn't call out her name for a while, and her mind was caught in the vortex of the melody for a while, as if she was quietly walking towards a long and dark corridor, at the end of which was a bright sun.

The moment the fingertips were illuminated, countless beautiful and warm images flooded into my mind like the rubber sole of a movie—the sunset in spring brushed the corners of the eyes and brows, the cool stream flowed over the insteps in the hot summer, and the windbreaker hem was lifted by the cold autumn wind. The biting winter snow melted into the soup hot spring... The maid felt sporadic satisfaction in her heart, and she took a bold step forward in joy.

The next moment, she found in a daze that everything around her was violently broken like a mirage, and she seemed to fall into that dark corridor with no light again, and this time, there was no longer even the warm sunshine at the end.

Immediately, her heart shook violently, and an unspeakable sadness gripped her heart, until the sound of the piano in the bedroom had dissipated, she still couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long while, she inadvertently lowered her head, saw what she was holding, and then shivered, reached out and knocked on the door panel, and then pushed the half-open door even further: "Miss."

The strings in Donghua's hands have not been put away yet, she is tilting her head and adjusting the strings one by one, cleaning up the white || powder from the rosin, and turning her head when she heard the sound: "Come in."

The twilight shone on her through the window, and the girl's platinum long hair, which was casually tied behind her head, turned into a softer color, because she was only at home, and she was wearing a white|ankle-length nightdress with a square collar and a She wore a warm taupe-colored plush shawl, revealing her slender neck.She didn't wear shoes, her thin and white feet stepped on the floor indifferently, her cheeks were white, and her eyes were peaceful and far-reaching, like the deep blue sea in the night.

The whole person almost seems to have stepped out of a medieval oil painting. She is clearly just a young girl, but she seems to have gone through a long period of time, and she is sad and peaceful inside.

The maid had just withdrawn from the music, and suddenly raised her eyelashes to look at her, her heart was sour unexpectedly, and tears almost came out of her eyes.She blinked hastily, walked forward quickly with her head down, put the things in her hands on the small round table in front of the girl, and while taking the cello in her hand, she said in a calm tone as much as possible: "This is the Akashi family. A gift from the young master to the young lady. Akashi-sama said that the young lady likes mother-of-pearl and pearls, so he specially photographed it from the Tokyo auction for the young lady."

Donghua saw at a glance that it was a common decoration for European aristocratic girls in the [-]th century. She fell silent, pulled the shawl on her body, and slowly slid her fingertips from the gilded bird-shaped decoration on the top to the radiant one. The mother-of-pearl, and then the lustrous and round pearls inlaid at the bottom, turned to the maid after a while and said, "Has the person who sent it gone already?"

The maid nodded: "It's gone."

Donghua lowered her eyelids and sighed after a long time.

"Miss, is it on?" The maid looked at the girl's side face expectantly, "On Miss's bedside?"

"No," Dong Hua wiped the powder on her fingertips with a handkerchief, her tone was flat, "Repack it."

The maid froze for a moment, she really couldn't see what the little master was thinking, but she didn't dare to say anything more, she just quietly found a gift box and wrapped it up according to her request.

Suspicion lingered in her heart for a long time, the maid frowned, unable to figure out what happened between the young miss and young master Akashi—when the young lady was ill, she yelled and cried every night the name of young master Akashi, but she was stubborn He refuses to see him all the time, and even now he refuses to accept the gifts from him...

The girl who became as soft as flowers and occasionally melted away the coldness on her lips and evoked a sweet smile seemed to be just an illusion.

She shook her head, put the box aside with a worried face, and exited by herself.

But in a place she couldn't see, Donghua was holding the phone thoughtfully, with the tangled and bewildered expression on her face that is unique to making choices.

At the same time, Akashi Seijuro was in his study, listening to the commissioned private detective report.

"You said, Armed Detective Agency?" Akashi frowned tightly. He took out the photos, turned to face the private detective, and pointed his fingertips at the young man with black hair. "He belongs to the Armed Detective in Yokohama. society?"

The private detective nodded immediately: "There is absolutely nothing wrong."

Akashi's complexion sank quietly, he crossed his fingers, and seemed to be in deep thought.The Akashi Zaibatsu's industry involves all aspects. As the sole heir in the future, he has of course heard of this superpower group rooted in Yokohama. Although he has not had direct contact with it, he also knows the incidents involved in this detective society.

"Continue to investigate," he rubbed his forehead, but did not show any signs of fatigue, "I need more information."

The private detective responded neatly and walked out of the study.

Afterwards, Akashi picked up the phone on the desk with a serious face and dialed a number.

After a while, someone came in again, it was the bodyguard in the black suit who came to report on Donghua's itinerary a few days ago, he bowed to the young master sitting in the main seat: "Master, what's the matter?"

Akashi Seijuro raised his eyelashes, and the rose-red pupils did not know what kind of emotion was deposited in them. The gentleness of the past faded and turned into a dangerous scarlet: "Send more people to miss Xiyuanji."

——Although he knew that it might be an accident that he came into contact with the man from the armed detective agency, but the moment he heard the news, his heart rose almost instantly, and he really couldn't ignore it.

The bodyguard hesitated: "Young master, the Xiyuan Temple family also has bodyguards accompanying the eldest lady. If there are too many people, will it arouse the other party's suspicion, and when the time comes to make a joke..."

"You don't need to be in the same position as those bodyguards," he closed his eyes, "just keep a distance that won't force you to rush over."

The bodyguard heard the young master's resolute meaning, no longer defended, and also nodded in response.

When he was alone in the study again, Akashi Seijuro leaned back, resting his head on the back of the chair, he rubbed his neck tiredly, and then clicked on her Twitter homepage as usual, only to find that she Unexpectedly, before falling asleep at three o'clock in the morning, a piece of news was posted online.

He frowned quickly.

In the comment area, an account with a pink profile picture left a message: It's been so hard, it's the New Year's holiday, but I haven't slept so late.

Donghua also replied to her in seconds: I was very busy around the New Year, and just finished a cross-border video conference with my father, and was bombarded by various English accents, and planned to watch Jimei TV series to cleanse my ears.

Akashi laughed dumbfounded, his eyes softened suddenly, he could almost imagine the helpless look on the girl's face when she said this.

He read the comment section twice again, and just as he was about to put away his phone, the sound of sending and receiving emails sounded. He opened it casually, and was immediately taken aback. The sender's name seemed to have thrown a stone in the lake of his heart. , stirring up long-lasting ripples.

"TOAKASHI

Are you free now?I heard that Akashi is still in Kyoto. If you don't bother me, I hope to meet you at the coffee shop next to Luoshan.

FROMFUYUKA」

The cafe next to the school, of course, mainly caters to students. Although it has opened for business, the cafe was deserted before Luoshan students started school. Even so, Donghua took the trouble to book a box.

She came earlier than Akashi Seijuro, and it should be said that the email was sent in the box. During the waiting time, Fuyuka kept thinking about the words, thinking about how to make the words tactful and expressive.

The sound of fast footsteps was getting closer and closer, the bead curtain was suddenly lifted, Donghua's heart sank, she said "I'm here" silently, and then turned her head away leisurely: "Student Akashi, good evening, I'm sorry to call you at this time out, but I did have—"

"Winter Flower," he called out her name softly, with a soft tone, as if guarding a frightened baby, different from her official voice that seemed to be doing business, his voice contained unconscious joy and joy. pity.Standing by the door, Akashi met her ignorant eyes with nostalgia, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, "Long time no see, you've lost weight."

The remaining words were stuck in her throat, Dong Hua met his warm red eyes, almost fell into the gentle vortex, and forgot what she wanted to say for a moment.

——Ah, as expected, it's very different from Masayuki, Akashi-san.

However, it wasn't until many years later that the woman who had become Akashi Dongka thought of that night of chaos and chaos again, and realized that the plan of that person had already been foreshadowed at that time.

But the Donghua authorities of Xiyuan Temple, who is still a young girl, fell into it fascinatedly, and it took a long time to look away: "Please sit down, because there is no tea in the coffee shop, and I don't know your taste, so I will order the same for you." How about the black coffee, do you want to change it?"

"No need, black coffee is good." Akashi Seijuro sat down opposite her, still staring at her with perfect eyes, tracing her pleasing facial features carefully, as if he didn't want to miss even a second.

Dong Hua looked very unnatural to him... Even if she and Zheng Jun were talking about marriage, her Zheng Jun had never looked at her for such a long time.

"This," Donghua finally remembered her own process, and the frustration that the plan was disrupted from the very beginning hit her heart, she pursed her lips, took the gift box on the table, and slid it in front of his face, "Thank you, Akashi-san Heart, but this is too precious, I dare not accept it."

Akashi Seijuro looked at the gift box in front of him, and looked at the diamond ring on the girl's left ring finger calmly, without making a sound.

Donghua looked at his familiar yet vaguely unfamiliar eyebrows and eyes, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before the sourness welled up in her eyes, she hurriedly suppressed her tears and continued as if nothing had happened: "Akashi-san is invited out today to discuss Let’s talk about what’s next.”

"Akashi-san, as a fiancé, I really have nothing to say. I think you have done your best. The people in the tonic kitchen have already told me." Donghua unconsciously turned the diamond ring on her hand, which has become her It’s a habitual little trick that happens unconsciously whenever you’re nervous, as if trying to get someone’s temperature from the diamond ring, “But it’s not Akashi-san who made the marriage contract with me, and you don’t have to be caught by this piece that doesn’t belong to you all the time.” The contract imprisoned me to do these things, when I was ill, you came to visit me every day, it was very hard, right?"

Akashi Seijuro was suddenly aroused by a casual word in her words, and his eyelids twitched.

"If we will be troubled by nonsensical discussions like 'double failure in court love', we can also maintain this relationship for a while, but Akashi-san does not need to be troubled. During the period of pretending to maintain it, I will not make any Anything out of the ordinary."

Dong Hua picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, then raised her eyelashes, and looked at him expectantly. She believed that there was nothing wrong with the proposal she put forward.

"Does Fuyuka want to break off the engagement?" After a long while, Akashi Seijuro responded with lowered eyelids, and the delicate silver spoon was held between his slender fingertips, which looked very aesthetic.

"Disengagement?" Dong Hua was taken aback for a moment, as if she had just thought of this option suddenly, then her eyes lit up indistinctly, "Is it possible?"

Akashi looked at her gravely.

Donghua couldn't wait for his answer, and was stared at by him again, lowering her head, the air suddenly became thick, after a long time, Donghua finally couldn't help it, raised her head, and was about to leave on the grounds of work.

However, just as he raised his head, he suddenly grabbed the hand that was resting on the table. Donghua was taken aback for a moment, and then reflexively pulled back: "... Akashi-san?!"

The strength like a milk cat was no pressure for him. He wrapped the girl's entire left hand in the palm of his hand and raised his eyelashes after feeling the pain of the diamond being cut slightly: "I think Donghua seems to have misunderstood me Well, to visit Donghua’s house, to give supplements and gifts—I’m not bound by a contract...it’s better to say that I’m happy with it.”

"Aka, Akashi-san...?"

"Winter Flower," he showed a very gentle smile, his red pupils were like camellias blooming all over the sky, "then, please give me another chance to pursue you."

The struggling movement stopped completely, and Dong Hua stared at him blankly, like a frightened rabbit, until now, the profound sadness was washed away in a trance, revealing the expression of the sweet girl before.

Understanding her eyes, Akashi squeezed her hand leisurely, and then suppressed her conditioned resistance: "It's true that he and I have dual personalities, but our situation is more special. The two of us share a memory, which means—”

He said: "The two of us have always been in love with Donghua, so my feelings for Donghua are the same as his."

The girl in front of her turned pale, and her eyes widened in disbelief. She first rolled her eyes in a daze, and then shook her head in denial after a while: "Akashi-san, this joke is not funny..."

There was deep shake and helplessness in the voice.

Akashi curled his lips into a smile, and directly turned her left hand over. The slender fingertips carried calluses from many years of violin practice, and slowly sketched word by word in the girl's delicate palm. When the last stroke fell, Donghua His face was also completely pale.

Donghua didn't even notice that her left hand was let go, she still stretched out her hand in a daze, she raised her eyes in a trance, and the boy in front of her would be a pair of red pupils like cutting perfect gems, or a pair of her favorite The familiar and favorite red gold pupil.

Akashi looked at her suddenly ugly face, he didn't expect her reaction to be so big, he blinked regretfully, he suppressed the urge to hold her in his arms to appease and apologize, and raised the corners of his lips comfortingly: "I'm sorry , this joke is really not funny, is it?"

However, Donghua couldn't believe the patch he made, she stared blankly at the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, her eyes suddenly turned red, her mind went blank, she grabbed her handbag, and instinctively wanted to leave here.

But as soon as she stood up, her wrist was grabbed by the red-haired boy on the opposite side, with a scalding temperature that made her almost shiver. Donghua looked over in a daze, and only a red color could be seen clearly under her tearful eyes.

"There was indeed a saying just now that I was lying to Donghua." He said eagerly, "My relationship with him is different!"

Dong Hua pursed her lips, then turned her face away.

After a moment of silence, his tone suddenly eased and softened, like the flowers in the fields in spring. Listen carefully, the voice still has the unique melancholy texture when falling into memories:

"I like winter flowers, and this feeling... has already begun since junior high school."

The author has something to say:

Of course servants watched her like that, without her knowing

It is also true that I was not familiar with Emperor Guangshi in the previous article... After all, I am a servant at the beginning of the article.