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

Donghua set off for Kyoto the next day.

It's not that I deliberately avoided Yukimura Seichi, but because another dance was held in Kyoto, and the name of "Winter Flower of Saiyuanji" was clearly written on the invitation letter. Mrs. Xiyuanji pretended not to see it. No, I could only pinch my nose and call her back from Kanagawa.

Donghua was going back to her home, and it didn't take long, and she had to go back to Kanagawa after the dance, so she didn't bring any luggage, just some private small things.

In the early morning of that day, Donghua pushed open the door of the house with her schoolbag on her back. First, her eyes were dazzled by the dazzling sunlight lying on the ground. After her eyes adjusted, she found a tall figure standing at the door of another house not far away. Of course the girl knew Who was that, his heart sank, and he bit his lip.

Yukimura Seichi heard the noise from next door, turned his eyes away from the gardenias that were about to bloom, and walked towards Donghua: "Go back so early?"

"En," Dong Hua blinked and responded.

Probably out of habit, Yukimura naturally reached out to take her schoolbag: "I'll take you to the station."

However, Donghua dodged back and avoided his hand: "I'll do it myself."

Yukimura was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he almost smiled wryly: "Is it like this to avoid suspicion?"

Dong Hua looked up at him expressionlessly: "You said it yourself, let me treat you as a man instead of a brother, I will not let a 'man' carry my backpack."

"Is that so?" Yukimura curled his lips briskly, "That's a good thing."

Dong Hua paused immediately, pursed her lips and smoothed her temples in frustration, accepting the fact that she couldn't say no to him for the umpteenth time.

Even so, Yukimura will not be able to break away from the mind-set of taking care of her for a while, Donghua is standing at the station entrance, and he hastened the time to make a final summary: "Pay attention to safety in the car, and be careful of the things you carry with you. , call the driver in advance to pick you up before getting off the car, and remember to notify me when you get home."

Dong Hua nodded, and obediently responded: "Got it."

Yukimura reached out his hand, as if wanting to rub her hair.Donghua was alert immediately, and then leaned back in the next tactic, staring vigilantly at his outstretched slender palm.

Yukimura laughed, and turned the hand that was outstretched, and put it back into his trouser pocket: "Just remember, go."

Although Xiyuanji Donghua has grown into a young girl with well-built flesh and bones, this is indeed her first time taking the Shinkansen.She looked sideways out of the window, gripped her cell phone tightly, and kept Yukimura Seiichi's instructions in mind.

Just now she wanted to tease him a few words of "nagging" like before, but when she got to her mouth, she felt that she might provoke more ambiguous words from him, so she quickly bit down the words in her mouth with lingering fear.

The air conditioner in the carriage is fully turned on, and Donghua is refreshed all over. She tilts her head and looks out of the window in a daze. The dark and light green on the side of the road is connected into color blocks, and quickly disappears from the field of vision. Divide into several pieces to make the whole picture more vivid - lazy and bright summer.

Fuyuka let out a long breath of relief, feeling that the breath that had been pent up since Yukimura revealed his heart was suddenly relieved by the scene of healing in front of him.

Ten minutes before getting off the bus, Donghua took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to driver Yamamoto. While waiting for a reply, she clicked on Twitter.

I was shocked for a moment when I clicked in, and the classmates in the class were cheering for Akashi Seijuro as if swiping the screen.

She still tilted her head, and after thinking for a while, she remembered that the basketball team had already gone to Tokyo to attend the IH conference.Donghua doesn't know much about basketball, and doesn't even know the responsibilities of the five positions. It's the same as watching Yukimura playing tennis when she was a child, her eyes only follow the ball.

But Akashi Seijuro takes good care of her on weekdays, and he is also a responsible and kind-hearted person, and he should be cheered on both emotionally and rationally.

Donghua nodded deeply.

So the girl directly opened the editing box, quickly typed a congratulatory message and sent it. It took a long time to write, and those congratulatory messages came out of her mouth. From the time she remembered Akashi's game to sending out a long congratulatory message, it took no more than 3 minutes.

She originally thought that Akashi was far away in Tokyo, and there must be a lot of things, and it would take a while to see them, so she put the phone screen down on her lap.

Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, the phone vibrated. Donghua thought to herself, "It can't be Akashi-kun anyway, he is so busy, and there is no need to thank him for a tweet." Pick it up and check it out.

Unexpectedly, these few days may be a holiday specially approved by God to reshape her three views-Donghua stared at the flashing "Akashi" on the screen with wide eyes, almost in disbelief.

"The blessing has been received, thank you very much, Saiyuanji, by the way—are you still in Kanagawa?"

How did he know he was in Kanagawa?

Donghua tilted her head, and didn't make too many guesses. She usually posted a lot of scenery photos on Twitter. Recently, when she returned to Kanagawa, the sea was naturally indispensable-maybe it was inferred from this point.

Guessing this level, Donghua let go of the last bit of doubt: "Now sit on the Shinkansen back to Kyoto."

As for the student council president Seijurou Akashi who was far away at the Tokyo basketball game venue, he was wearing a coat, and the corners of his lips slightly raised towards the phone.

Shibuchi Lingyang glanced inadvertently, but saw his gentle expression, her hands trembled, and she almost tied the shoelace into a dead button.

"Alone? Please be safe."

"Thanks for caring."

Just as she drew the last period, the Shinkansen slowly stopped, and the driver Yamamoto also replied.Dong Hua installed her mobile phone and followed the flow of people outside.

This is just an ordinary dance, Donghua always thought so until she received a call from her mother-until she was called to the study by her father and mother.

The girl knocked on the thick door, and her voice came in vaguely through the crack of the door: "Father, Mother, may I come in?"

"Ah, come here." It was the father who answered.

Donghua's eyelids twitched. Her father sounded in a good mood, but he couldn't take it lightly. His father was a person with volatile moods, and what he heard from his tone was not true.

She opened the door and came in, her movements were elegant and generous to the point of perfection, the man sitting in the main seat finally squeezed out some stingy appreciation, nodded to Dong Hua, and stretched his finger to the side: "Sit down."

The mother was sitting next to the father, flipping through something in her hands, her face was terribly gloomy, she was so engrossed in flipping through the pages, that she didn't even hear the man shouting a few times in a row.

But maybe my father is really in a good mood today. In the past, they might have pinched again, but this time my father just frowned, and continued to slap his mother's hand in a good voice.

"Come here." The mother squinted at the past, her voice was cold, and it was more like calling a kitten that no one cared about than calling her daughter.

Dong Hua was already quite accustomed to this attitude, without saying a word, she obediently got up and went to her mother's side.

Mother threw her the booklet in her hand unhappily: "Read it for yourself." After that, she crossed her legs and looked at the spine of the books in the bookshelf in a daze—but everyone present could see that Her deliberation, she is deliberately letting go of herself.

Fuyuka opened the booklet incomprehensibly, but unexpectedly, the first page was Seijuro Akashi!All the boy's information was displayed in front of her in a one-inch photo. In the photo, the red-haired boy had an indifferent face, no emotion could be seen from the corners of his lips and brows, and a pair of red and golden pupils were dark in color. She was suddenly startled and looked at him reflexively. to father.

The man remained silent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, motioning for her to continue flipping.

Dong Hua was not as comfortable as her father at all, she paled quickly, took a deep breath, held back the trembling of her fingertips, and turned to the second page - Keigo Atobe.

She fell silent suddenly, stared at the aggressive young man in the photo for a while, and closed the booklet expressionlessly.

The mother's overreaction before, coupled with the list of children of the same age as her, what else can Donghua not see?

"What do you mean?" Dong Hua raised her head and met her father's eyes.

"Can't you see?" The man spread his hands, "You are also old, how many girls from famous families marry late? And...the Xiyuan Temple family can't raise you for nothing, and you should do it for the Xiyuan Temple family. Time to contribute."

Dong Hua suddenly felt cold all over, even though he didn't like her, even though he never regarded her as his daughter, she never despaired of this blood relationship.But now, all kinds of people regard her as a bridge in exchange for the connection between the family and the family, completely ignoring her feelings.

She took a deep breath, and glanced at her mother unconsciously. The woman's back was still straight, and her back was still slim, but she somehow tasted a bit of stubbornness from that back, and piled it up with all her strength. self-esteem.

"These are all from Japanese families who are in the same family as Xiyuan Temple, and are about the same age as you. They are not engaged yet, so hurry up and order whoever you think is good." The man took the pen on the side and smoothed it on the document in hand signed his name.

Dong Hua felt that everything from her throat to her lips was covered with glue, not to mention talking, it was difficult to even tear her lips.Lips and teeth are sticky, so don’t say anything, Dong Hua blinked, and she suddenly wanted to ask her father a question: “If you were married to that Miss Bai Yueguang, her daughter, you would throw her a flower like this.” The roster, let her choose her future husband from the roster?"

But she didn't say anything in the end, just glanced at her mother again, then bowed to them, turned and walked out of the study door.

Dong Hua was in a daze, and when she returned to the room, her footsteps were sloppy, all the blood on her face had faded, and she looked a little sick.

As the only heir of the Xiyuan Temple family, she has already made such an awareness as long as she can remember, whether it is life-long happiness or other things, but she did not expect this scene to come so quickly, which made her unable to resist.

The girl sat sleepily on the edge of the bed, when her phone vibrated suddenly, she slowly frowned, and then slowly opened it up, but felt that the previous troubles seemed to fade away in one breath, and then came a more ferocious heartbeat.

Donghua looked down at the messenger.

Or coincidentally, I met them on the roster just now.

Fuyuka shook her head mockingly - it was Seijuro Akashi.