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

The library in the afternoon is surprisingly quiet, only the slight sound of pages turning and lead rubbing against the paper.Akashi wrote the last number, raised his head and moved his shoulders and neck, the sun was lying softly on the table, and Saionji Fuyuka was sitting on the other side of the sun, still writing and calculating numbers quickly.

Akashi Seijuro blinked, and his expression was a bit like a child. If he hadn't been too aggressive, many people would have joked and called him "a junior high school student who got into college by mistake".He didn't know what Xiyuan Temple Donghua's plan was, but it was inevitable that she had some kind of purpose.Being in the same class for three years, although he doesn't know much about Donghua of Xiyuan Temple, he can still be labeled with several labels - taciturn, master of shogi, excellent grades - that's all.

Except for the exam and the Teiko Festival, Akashi never spoke to her again, and Saienji Fuyuka herself seemed to be quite content with being alone, without the slightest thought of pushing her own field outside.However, it is such a person who would take the initiative to contact him after entering high school, which is simply abnormal.

At this time, Donghua also finished the exercises under her hand. She looked over the bright sunlight and glanced at Akashi's calculation herb - the completion time was earlier than her. Donghua retracted her gaze without emotion and moved her fingers.

Today, she braided her long hair into a loose braid, hanging down her shoulders, and her thick eyelashes were half down. Coupled with such good sunshine, it always makes people feel that the inaccessible arrogance on her body has also faded.Probably because the fluffy hair scratched her cheek, Donghua blinked slowly, raised her shoulders to wipe off the itching, the clerk was right, many of her unconscious little habits revealed a sense of laziness Persian cat attitude.

Akashi shifted his eyes indiscriminately, and shifted his attention from her to the window. The girl was already a little baby fat, and she made such an action that she seemed a little cute.

——It was only later that Akashi tore off her stern disguise, and thoroughly tasted the sweetness that no one had ever known.

She lowered her head and opened the zipper of her schoolbag, and took out her wallet from it. Because there was a librarian not far away, she used a breathy voice: "Akashi-san, I'm going downstairs to buy a drink, do you want a drink?"

Donghua is very eager for a can of iced black coffee now. She is afraid of heat. In order to take care of all kinds of students in the library, the air conditioner is turned on at a moderate temperature. She has already taken off her coat and only wears a short-sleeved shirt. , and it was still too hot.

Originally, there was a beverage vending machine on this floor, which had been placed at the corner of the stairs, but it broke down recently, and the school hadn't called someone to repair it, and the students could only run downstairs.

"I don't need it." Akashi shook his head.

Dong Hua nodded, stood up according to the hem of her skirt, and walked through the gap between the tables, her waistline was as thin as a piece of paper.Akashi watched her bow to the librarian before disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

She moved very quickly, and Akashi just flipped through the words boredly for a while, and she was already back, not only a bottle of black coffee, but also a pack of green tea in her hand.Dong Hua put the green tea in front of him and sat back gently. Considering the problems in the library, she specially bought bottles and paper packaging.

Akashi looked down at the green tea placed in front of his face. He usually does not drink sugary drinks, the only exception being this brand of green tea. He raised his eyes and looked at the girl opposite.

Donghua turned sideways, hugged the bottle, drank half of the bottle in one gulp, pursed her lips and found Akashi's gaze, his red gold pupils were surprisingly bright, and the gilt-like eyes were very similar The feline at the top of the food chain, Dong Hua paused immediately, her eyes rolled around for two weeks, and she asked cautiously, "...don't you like drinking?"

It's because I love to drink.

Akashi Seijuro calmly withdrew his gaze, did not reply with words, but poked into the straw the next moment.Only then did Dong Hua loosen her body, and rubbed her fingertips against the cold and foggy bottle of black coffee, the skin on that side quickly lost its body temperature.She saw Akashi's left hand resting on the table. Decent people always have a pair of hands that are pleasing to the eye. The boy's palm is slender, clean from fingertips to fingertips, without thick joints, and it doesn't even look like he is playing sports. .

Donghua's eyes moved, and she saw the watch he was wearing on his left wrist. Limited by the position of the two of them in the classroom, it was the first time for her to see the whole picture of the watch so carefully and carefully. The silver strap and black dial were not Publicity, but the sensitivity and style are full, very "Akashi Seijuro".

She was in a good mood, her dark gray pupils melted, revealing the texture of milk chocolate, the phone vibrated suddenly, Donghua pressed the light to check, the moment she saw the writing clearly, the warmth was suddenly frozen in her eyes, she suddenly felt a little Embarrassed——in front of Akashi, even though he didn't know the content of the email, Saionji Fuyuka still felt that she had been stripped of her last decency.

She pursed her lips and nodded to Akashi: "Sorry Akashi-san, there is something urgent at home, I have to go back now."

Akashi Seijuro had just put down the green tea bag, and he became serious when he heard the words: "Is it serious? Do you want me to give you a treat?"

Dong Hua was momentarily at a loss for words, she moved her eyes away as if to escape, and bit her lower lip tightly.Akashi Seijuro immediately understood that he didn't mean it, and he couldn't empathize with the situation of the Xienji family. His parents have a very good relationship. Until now, his father has not remarried, and his mother's photo is hung at home.

"Sorry." He said softly.

Donghua shook her head, raised her chin almost like a conditioned reflex, and said goodbye to Akashi: "Goodbye."

She picked up her schoolbag and walked quickly to the door, her hair braided like a squirrel's long tail, flicking behind her back.

She walked out of Luoshan quickly, and saw her black business car in the parking area 100 meters away. Donghua raised her hand and ran over.

"What's the matter?" She said anxiously, and quickly fastened her seat belt after getting into the car.

Yamamoto's usual job is to drive, so he can't touch the main house. He carefully looked at the girl's face through the rearview mirror, and said hesitantly: "I heard that the master came home and quarreled with his wife."

The two of them would quarrel when they met, and it would be abnormal if they didn't quarrel. However, how could an ordinary quarrel scare the maid to tell herself that Dong Hua bit her lower lip and frowned eagerly.

When the car finally stopped, Dong Hua hurriedly opened the car door and jumped out, and ran all the way to the main house. When she entered the house, it was a mess, with broken porcelain and books scattered all over the floor, and the maids lined up in a row. Her head stood aside, not daring to go forward to clean up, while her father and mother stood facing each other amidst the chicken feathers.

The woman had lost her face long ago, her hair was disheveled and her eyes were red, and she was panting heavily. The man's tie had also been taken off, and his hair fixed with hairspray was scattered on his forehead.

Donghua moved her toes, touched a few tiles, and made a rattling sound, the two people looked over immediately, she was like a passerby who had entered the battlefield, and she was a little helpless to meet their gaze.

The woman just lost a lot of face in front of the maids without shedding a single tear, but when she saw Dong Hua, her eyes turned red and she covered her face and began to cry——Dong Hua was so much like her, like her vigorous 15 At that time, she really thought that she could become a world-renowned dancer, not a lady who spends her time tending flowers and plants all day long.The gap between dream and reality infuriated her even more. Donghua went to interest classes since she was a child, except for one dance. She couldn't see the sinner who killed her dream and tarnished her belief.

"Is this how your Xiyuan Temple family bullies people?" The woman squatted down and buried her face in her knees. At this time, she was not like a noble lady, but a female high school student.

The man grabbed two handfuls of hair angrily: "Xiyuansi? Isn't your surname Xiyuansi now?! I wish neither of you was surnamed Xiyuansi!"

When the maids saw the master's housework, they were all frightened into quails, wishing they could stick to the wall and become transparent people.Dong Hua sighed, waved to them, and mouthed: "Let's all go out."

As if the lead maid had been granted amnesty, she led the younger sisters out in a file. Fortunately, the father didn't notice this, otherwise the battle line would definitely be stretched infinitely.

As she stepped on the tiles, her heart was blank. Donghua glanced at the two of them expressionlessly for a moment, and the thought of persuading a fight was quickly dispelled. She was about to turn around and go back to her room when she heard her father's furious voice Voice: "Where are you going?"

Dong Hua paused, turned around, and bowed to him: "I'm sorry, Father."

"I'm sorry." He sneered, "Of course you have to feel sorry, you call me father is what you should feel most sorry for!"

Now that it has been blended in, Donghua simply blended it in more evenly. She threw the schoolbag aside casually, walked over to help her mother up, the woman did not reject her hand this time, and stood up straight with her forearm .

This move was taken by the man as an act of standing in line to demonstrate. Something is flowing in the blood. He, like Donghua, is the type who will have no expression when he reaches the peak of anger. He spoke softly to Donghua. Beckoning: "Come here."

Dong Hua paused, not looking at her mother beside her - anyway, she wouldn't show any emotion.She walked over obediently, and just two steps away from him, the man seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and raised his hand to give her a solid slap in the face: "Do you remember your last name? How dare you disobey me so much?" ?!"

The adult man rounded his arms and hit him with what kind of strength. Donghua's head buzzed instantly, and his body shook when he hit him. She stepped on something under her feet, lost her balance, and fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, she was nearby. There were no broken pieces of porcelain, and a few scattered pieces only pricked her palm, but this pain was not worth mentioning in front of the violent dizziness of the brain. She kept spinning, and she even retched twice.

She didn't feel a sharp pain in the palm of her hand until she regained her consciousness. The right half of her face was already swollen and burning hot. The corners of her lips couldn't close. When I looked in front of my eyes, I found that it was blood, and it must have been a tooth that scratched the mouth.

Those two people had already quarreled again, and they couldn't go anywhere in the market, and Yaya was half-throwing and half-embracing, looking uncoordinated and funny.

Donghua got up slowly where no one was paying attention, and limped upstairs. She didn't cry, but just thought it was ridiculous.

The time when she reviewed with Akashi in the quiet afternoon seemed to be a long time ago. When she remembered that it was less than 15 minutes since she left the library, she felt a strong sense of unreality and tearing.

She opened the door of the room, and just about to go into the bathroom, her phone vibrated a few times in her skirt pocket.

Akashi Seijuro: "Are you okay?"

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