Thirty Mulberry

He only greeted Saito: "Saito-kun, I'll take a step first!"

Chong Tian walked up to Gui Qing, tightened the loosened rope, but left a hidden loop in an inconspicuous place below.

When the two of them went back, Xiao Chun had long since disappeared.The sun is setting, and the sunset glow in the sky is yellow and clear.The immature young trees on both sides of the road were drooping their leaves listlessly after being exposed to the sun for a day.Okita, who was walking under the tree, felt that he was the biggest leaf on the tree.

"Xiaoyi, I'm very surprised. Watanabe is not your opponent at all. Why have you been fighting him for so long and still haven't defeated him? And that little surname is not worth mentioning." Angry: "Xiao Chun still needs to make a move!"

"Miss Chun is indeed very..." Saito paused, "Brave! But it is precisely because of her many cute features that you like her, right?"

Saito looked up at the sunset in the west, his eyes were filled with the orange color of the setting sun, warm and gentle.

"Besides, if I quickly defeat Watanabe, how can you be a hero in front of Miss Chun?"

"Sai, Teng, Yi." Okita gritted his teeth.

Saito didn't even lift his eyelids: "Why are you calling me brother?"

The two of them seemed to think the surroundings were too quiet, and as they walked, they punched and kicked each other into a ball.

The moonlight tonight is beautiful, as bright as half the sun.The gate of the Springfield Medical Center near the outskirts was closed, and the surrounding walls were painted dark brown and red, which was dull and solemn.A boxy yard like a small drawer, without a cover, will always collect dust or fly in small insects such as mosquitoes and flies.

Okita looked at the wall in front of him, and lowered his head with a contemptuous smile.He took a few steps back, followed the run-up, kicked off the wall, clung to the top of the wall with both hands, turned over neatly, and landed in the yard steadily and lightly.He is very familiar with this place, tiptoeing carefully to avoid the flowers and plants in the clay pot, and an old camellia plant at the base of the wall.

A shadow fell.Chong Tian's whole body tensed up, his eyes didn't dare to move around, and he slowly raised his head after a while.Xiaochun was shaking a wooden stick as thick as an arm, and was looking at him with his head tilted.Chong Tian laughed dryly, and suddenly opened his arms, and rubbed his chest in front of Xiaochun with salivation: "You hit, you hit. Hitting is kissing, scolding is love, that's what you said."

Those who wear shoes are afraid of those who are barefoot, so Xiaochun gave him a hard look, then turned around and went back to the house.Okita followed behind her step by step.As soon as he entered the room, he hugged her tightly from behind, leaned close to her and smelled the fragrance of her body, and was fascinated: "I miss you so much! I really haven't seen you for a day, like three autumns."

"Did you take a shower?" Xiaochun asked him in a low voice.

Chong Tian whispered in her ear, "I washed it in the village."

"Sleep." Xiaochun pushed him away, lifted the quilt and got in.

By the light of the lantern, Okita saw two quilts spread out on the floor, separated by a palm.The one against the wall, with a saucer and teacup beside the bed.The plate was piled high with little brown biscuits.

The quilt is soft and comfortable.He smelled the quilt, and there was still the dry air of the sun's sun.Okita stroked his hands and feet, and the small particles of cheesecloth rubbed against his skin densely. The just-right sharpening made him feel more deeply what happiness is.After eating a piece of "biscuits before going to bed", he quietly reached out and lifted Xiaochun's quilt.Xiaochun turned his back to him, and his remaining anger was still there.

"Did you dry out the quilt every day, and then spread it out for me? My 'before bed biscuits' are also placed on the bedside every day, right?" Okita touched Xiaochun's back with his hand.

"I don't understand what pigs say." Xiaochun didn't even turn his head.

"It's okay, as long as the pig can understand what you say." Okita quickly slid into Xiaochun's quilt.He buried his head in Xiaochun's neck, gently picked up a little skin with his teeth, and then sucked the kiss hard.

Xiaochun was made anxious and painful, raised his elbow to push him away: "What are you doing? Be honest. Sister Chundai is already asleep."

Okita straightened her body, pressed her hands beside the pillow, and replied shortly, "Make a mark."

Like a picky artist, he is always satisfied with his work being the next one, tirelessly "planting" red bumps on Xiaochun's neck.

"Could you be thicker-skinned?"

"Yes. How thick does the little fairy need to be?"

The shoji door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap two fingers wide, and a gust of breeze slowly blew in, shaking the soft paper bag on the desk.Slight "crash" "crash", persistently, the paper package was finally blown away, and a piece of flower curtain paper lay on the crimson Ru skirt, like a skirt patch.Painting a dragon has to be eye-catching, the flower curtain paper is precious and elegant, but the writing style on the paper is majestic and thin, and there are four words written on the paper: A hundred years of love.

The proprietress raised her fingertips, carefully and carefully folded the red skirt: "Saito-kun, you don't know, this skirt is actually a wedding dress!"