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

In the end, Donghua did not agree to this proposal.

"No matter how you put it, it's a bit too out of line. I understand Akashi-kun's kindness, but I... can't accept it." The girl bit her lower lip shyly at the time, turned her face slightly and dared not look at him, her ears were red Gotta bleed.

Or is it a bit too fast?Akashi sighed helplessly as he thought about it.

He is aware of her reservedness, although she is engaged, but moving to live in the other party's house before getting married, it is a bit out of line for a lady from an aristocratic family, and it is inevitable that there will be criticisms when it spreads.

But the two of them were never people who would be swayed by gossip, no matter what he couldn't bear Donghua to stay in that cold cage where there was only scheming and calculating home, even for a second.

He changed into his tracksuit, zipped it up thoughtfully, and walked towards the indoor playground.

It's still in the pre-class preparation stage, the teacher hasn't arrived, and the students are gathering in small groups to chat.

"Wow!!! Sakata, you are really unbelievable, you are so good at coaxing your girlfriend! This key pendant is so beautiful, it is actually handmade!"

"That's right, didn't you say you were arguing a few days ago? Have you reconciled so quickly?"

A teasing shout burst out not far away, and Akashi followed the sound, and found that it was the boys in the class forming a circle, coaxing excitedly.

Surrounded in the middle, Sakata scratched his head at a loss, and said shyly, "Girls are very thin-skinned, and sometimes they can't ask for answers—they'll feel embarrassed and look like they're too ignorant." What. As a boyfriend, you must first be able to accurately receive your girlfriend's thoughts, and then don't say anything, just do it directly. My girlfriend doesn't say anything, but she is actually very happy in her heart."

"I'm willing to give me the gift I prepared before." Sakata said, scratching his head and laughing embarrassedly.

"Master Master! I have benefited a lot!"

"So that's the case, then I won't ask about the date place in the future, just take her there!"

"No... You should ask, if you take your girlfriend to play video games, maybe you will break up immediately."

"!!! How do you know that I plan to take her to play video games???"

"........."

Akashi Seijuro looked away thoughtfully.

Don't say it, do it directly?

He couldn't help thinking about the way that person got along with her, and then suddenly realized that the boy with the red golden eyes rarely asked her anything, and more often he arranged everything according to her preferences in silence, while Dong Hua also always accepted it readily, without showing any embarrassment.

Donghua's resistance and dislike to that family must be no less than his. As a descendant of the Xiyuansi family, she couldn't forget about the family's cultivation and upbringing for so many years, and nodded eagerly in agreement. irresponsible.

After so many years of being bound by family blood and family responsibilities, she just endured it silently and never complained.But if the heavy shackles that have been handcuffed to her for more than ten years have a chance to be broken, wouldn't she yearn for it?

His mind changed, he immediately took out his phone, turned around and walked to a hidden place.

In the evening, an unexpected guest came to the ward.

When the door slammed, Donghua thought it was Akashi who had come over from school, a smile hung on her lips, she raised her head, and was about to say "Are you back?", but when her eyes touched the person who came, the smile froze instantly on her lips, It turned and dissipated completely, leaving only a jerky coldness in the eyes.

She carefully took down the shogi board propped on the quilt, including the chess pieces placed on it—it was Akashi who heard her complain that the ward was too boring, and asked someone to send it to her to pass the time.

That person stood aside with nothing to do with himself, watching her clumsily busy with cold eyes.

Even though Akashi would give her a healing massage every day and a bowl of tonic every day on time, the long bed rest still made her visibly weak.Just bending over made her a little short of breath, Donghua's face had an unnatural blush, she lowered her eyelashes and lifted the quilt to get out of bed, her overly fat trouser legs jumped up for a moment with the movement, revealing her calf wrapped in bandages.

Dong Hua held on to the bed rail and stood up with difficulty. The muscles in her thighs and calves tensed, and a sharp soreness rushed up her nerves instantly. Her face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out immediately.She gritted her teeth and bowed lightly to the visitor: "My lord father, good day."

The man looked at her pale face, waved his hands without burden, pulled a chair and sat down, and nodded to Dong Hua: "Good day, sit down."

"Thank you, father." Dong Hua sat down beside the bed slowly.

Since the notification of her critical illness was lifted, the man left gracefully as if he had completed a task, and he never showed his face again.This time I came here to explain something, Donghua is not stupid enough to believe that he will suddenly find out.

"Miyake Kazuya, the one who kidnapped you and planted the bomb," the man murmured, "I went completely crazy in prison two days ago, and was sent to a mental hospital according to the regulations, but I can never come out again. gone."

His tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about a stranger he had never met, not his own son.

Winter Flower droops its eyelids, as quiet as a white porcelain statue.

She has known for a long time that her father has never had a deep feeling for family affection. Grandparents are the people who gave him life and raised him. The man is sincerely grateful, but that's all.As for his sons and daughters—the winter flowers of Xiyuan Temple—he had to admit his "responsibility", and those scattered outside his home were all "accidents".

"Why don't you talk?" The man looked at her face that was not oily and salty, and frowned displeasedly, "Aren't you satisfied?"

The phrase "Aren't you satisfied?" was like a flash of lightning piercing the sky, illuminating some unspoken truth, and Donghua instantly understood: Kazumi Miyake would also go crazy, and it was definitely not an accident.

"...just a little curious," Dong Hua blinked to hide the gloom in her eyes, she lowered her head and stroked her fingers, and asked in a respectful tone, "He's fine, why did he suddenly...?"

The man leaned back, instinctively not wanting to answer this question, but he thought about it again, the person sitting opposite him was his "heir", and it was not a bad idea to teach her this as a small trick, so he bowed his head: "I told him that his mother had cut her wrists and committed suicide because she was so disappointed in him."

Donghua's eyelids twitched.

Miyake Kazuya has never left his mother in three words. They have been with each other for so many years, and their relationship is deeper than that of ordinary mothers and children. He already felt guilty and ashamed for the failure of the plan. Madness does not seem difficult to understand.

"Then Mrs. Miyake?"

"I've been rescued." The man said lightly, "Now, are you venting your anger?"

The light also seemed to be dazzling, and Donghua suddenly found it ridiculous—perhaps, it was only because he was shocked to find out during the investigation that his "son" who was kept outside on a whim was so ambitious that he not only wanted to He wanted to replace his half-finished product, and even had the audacity to put his own eyeliner in Xiyuan Temple's house.

This is a provocation and contempt for him.

So he tricked his own son into madness with vague truths, and he still called him "venting anger" for his daughter. Not only did he clean himself up, but he also killed two birds with one stone and acted as a loving father and daughter.

Dong Hua pursed her lips and said nothing.

The man didn't get an answer, so he looked over with some displeasure, and found that his always docile daughter actually showed such a disrespectful expression, his eyes suddenly darkened dangerously, and he stood up with a sneer: "One or two of you are planning to turn the world upside down. Xiyuan Temple Donghua, you haven't married yet, do you remember your current surname?"

Dong Hua immediately opened her eyes in disbelief, she really couldn't figure out how the topic would suddenly turn in this direction, she opened her mouth, and at the same time, a huge and irresistible sadness and fatigue climbed up in her heart, and finally said nothing.

"I just said, how dare you be so bold all of a sudden," the man turned around twice impatiently, "Is it all taught by the kid from the Akashi family? I have already seen that he has bad intentions!"

Dong Hua took a tight breath, and her mind went blank for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she had already pushed back in a strange way: "Father himself is not strict in discipline, but now he is blaming someone who has nothing to do with it!"

"What did you say? Well, this is the first time you talk back, remember," the man looked at her incredulously, his eyes were immediately filled with fury, he paused, but his tone became softer.He walked slowly in front of Donghua, then raised his hand without warning, "Do you still remember your last name?"

Dong Hua immediately closed her eyes tightly, her shoulders shrunk slightly, ready to accept the oncoming pain.

However, the pain did not come for a long time.

Donghua tentatively opened her eyes, and then her pupils shrank severely——

She saw Akashi Seijuro's face was cold, he raised his hand and grabbed the man's wrist vigorously, and he was looking at the man without giving way.

The situation was deadlocked for a while.

The wrist was so painful and numb, it was the vigorous anger and strength that belonged exclusively to the young man. The man looked at his red eyes that were so close at hand, and his eyes seemed to be wrapped in a thin "polite" package perfunctorily. Undisguised rage and threats.

The Xiyuan Temple family has been entrenched for hundreds of years, and their status is noble and respected. He is a real noble son, and he has been in a high position for a long time. No one has ever dared to look at him like this-but now, he is actually in this young man who has not yet grown up. For the first time, I felt a sense of crisis.

"... Akashi-kun, what are you doing?" The man is an elder, he flicked his wrist lightly, motioning for Akashi to let go, "This is our family business, I discipline my daughter, can't I?"

"Mr. Saizonoji can of course be 'disciplined'," Akashi Seijuro let go obediently, and then turned his footsteps to block between Donghua and the man. He curled the corner of his lips with a smile, like a man biting Focus on "household affairs" as usual, and use the same tone for "discipline", "But Donghua is still sick, so there is no reason to do anything to the patient... What do you think?"

The man sneered, stretched out his hand to touch them weakly, and left without saying anything.

"Why are you up?" The door closed, Akashi immediately turned around, and worriedly supported her to lie down, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Donghua stared at him blankly.

Akashi, however, acted as if what happened just now hadn’t happened, smiled gently as usual, and coaxed patiently: “Is your appetite good today? I heard that you ate more than a few days ago. I made porridge for you today, drink a little OK?"

"...Okay." Dong Hua actually lost her appetite a long time ago, she couldn't play with yesterday's little temper, she lowered her eyelids and nodded sullenly.

After the meal, Donghua was still in a low mood, Akashi Seijuro didn't ask what the man's purpose was and what he said before.He just held Donghua's hand and talked to her gently.

After talking about the school affairs, he naturally changed the topic, and talked about literature, music theory and shogi, all of which were very idle conversations, even without a fixed logic, and he said whatever he thought of, which created warmth instead.

As expected, Dong Hua's attention was always being held by him...or maybe it was the result of her voluntary will, but the effect was very good—she quickly closed her eyes in bewilderment.

Akashi patted her on the back lightly like coaxing a child. The girl's sleeping face was especially calm under the dim light. When her breathing gradually became deeper, he said softly, "Winter flower."

After a long while, Dong Hua struggled out of her sleepiness and hummed from her throat with a trailing sound: "...uh—"

"Move to my place," Akashi leaned down | and whispered into the girl's ear, "OK?"

The waiting time was longer than last time, Dong Hua frowned, and moved unhappily: "No."

"Why?" Akashi's expression remained unchanged.

"Because," probably because he subconsciously understood that he wouldn't stop if he didn't finish answering the questions all at once, Dong Hua struggled to open his eyes with a puffy face, and replied sleepily, "I'm not married yet, how can I live in the past?" .”

This is said as if "marriage" is not an uncertain event, but just waiting for it to happen.

Akashi's eyes moved, and he reached out to stroke the broken hair on her temples, and said softly as if whispering: "But I don't want you to be wronged again, I want to take care of you now."

The words as light as a feather penetrated into the ears, but they were like a muffled thunder that shook the soul.As soon as the drowsiness dissipated, the hazy mist in Donghua's eyes dissipated completely, replaced by a clear light, her body froze immediately, her heart beat violently and rapidly, and her eardrums were rumbling with restlessness.

Akashi hugged her down in a timely manner. He was like a big cat protecting its cubs. He was incredibly gentle and pampered. He slowly put his arms behind her and hugged her tightly, letting the girl's chin rest on his shoulder socket: "OK?"

Donghua nestled in his arms in a daze.

He's going to take care of me, she thought.

Although this sentence has always existed in her subconscious, but this time she finally tore off the disguise and faced it directly. There was still a different kind of soreness that filled her heart in an instant, and Donghua's eyes immediately turned red. .

He wants to take care of me, Donghua thought.

Akashi patted her back silently, feeling the slender girl in his arms from crying silently to sobbing, to gradually letting go of her voice tentatively, and finally crying out of breath.

His heart was compacted by pity, and he kept kissing her forehead with his face sideways: "No more, there will never be any more."

——From now on, those dirty and cold arrows will disappear from your side, and there will never be any more.