I still found the wrong target for the strategy today [Comprehensive]

Hong was called back urgently by his sister's phone call. If the man named father had called, he might not have compromised so quickly.

No accidents were trained.

The reason was impulsive and reckless, but after the lesson, Hong didn't miss the pride in his father's eyes.

His son did something that was praised by the society, and he made enough preparations in advance and did not cause a catastrophe. The loss was considered to be within the controllable range. Of course, as a hero, his father would not stop him from saving people, let alone him. Angry at himself for going head-to-head with criminals for the rescue.On the contrary, it will make the man extremely proud.

As soon as he came into contact with such gazes, Hong felt that all these things seemed to be labeled as "did this because he was Andeva's son".

Coming out of the Japanese room, he stood on the porch for a long time, and a fish jumped out of the pond in the courtyard, creating continuous ripples on the water surface.

My sister passed by by chance and seemed to want to come over, but she left without saying a word.

The phone vibrated, and Hong didn't intend to check it, but the moment he raised his eyes, he saw the hyacinths planted in the courtyard.

"Hanase, that's my name."

The expression and tone of the girl's words are still clearly in my mind.

Hung ghostly took out his phone.

[I got a new phone, boom.Will you still come to see me? ] Hong remembered that when he registered in the hospital, the guardian's phone could not be reached, and after Hanase woke up, he didn't even think about telling his parents. After a long time, I gave a reply: [Are you alone in the hospital? ]

After all, they are friends who share weal and woe. Shiina Hanase has a very good sense of fighting, and it is the first time that he cooperates with him, but it is rare to be in such a good fit. At the last moment, he was pulled out, and it was appropriate to visit.

Boom thought so.

[Friends and friends' moms are here. ]

Bang's gaze swept across the hyacinths in the courtyard, and there were crabapple flowers growing in clusters on the side.

[I won't go there. ]

[But I want to see you. ]

"..."

Hong maintained his original posture, standing in the corridor without moving.

Before he could figure out why, new news jumped in: [Excuse me, can I exchange Line accounts? ] So the communication platform was shifted to Line.

Hanase's Line portrait is a cat with a wreath on its head. From the border of the photo, half of her finger can be seen, which should be formed by her own manipulation of the petals.

She likes cats.

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Bakugo came over with a dinner for two, dissatisfiedly took away Hanase's cell phone, looked it up and down several times, picked up the medical record, and made sure that he didn't see any scary words before letting go Come.

"Hua Jiang, you are too inattentive to yourself." Bakugo Mitsuki sighed and touched her head, the face that was so fierce in front of Bakugo turned out to be very beautiful, she lowered her head against Hanase's forehead, very She smiled lightly, "...But, you did a good thing."

Hanase's face turned red in an instant, and she was not good at parrying. The crimson color spread to her neck immediately. She took a light breath and said solemnly: "You are so kind, I really want to marry you if I have the opportunity."

Bakugo yelled angrily: "Hey, my dad is not dead yet! What kind of nympho are you there!!"

Bao Haoguang slapped him back with a slap: "Slow down, you bastard!!!"

"Your voice is louder than mine, old woman!!!"

"Dare to talk back to your mother, do you want to be kicked out of the house?!" Bao Haoguang pushed him, "You are here tonight with Hua Jiang, anyway, I can't control you at home!"

"Huh?!" Bakugo looked over in disbelief, his eyes were wide open, but his pupils were a little smaller, making him look less like a good person, "If you're worried about being with her by yourself! Why do you let me be a favor? !"

"You brat is really stupid!"

"Better than you, old woman!"

Hanase: "..."

What a fun way to get along.

Aunt Bakugo's omelet rice is a must, and Hanase eats it to her heart's content, but Bakugo's face is not very good the whole time, so Hanase has to say that she doesn't need someone to take care of her when they are arguing endlessly.

"I have no problem at all." Hanase shook her arm to show that her movements were not restricted, "Xiao Sheng has to go to class tomorrow, and Auntie has to rush back to work, but I can still handle this level."

"You..."

For some reason, Bakugo lowered his shoulders very weakly. When facing his son, his aura was high. However, when he looked at Hanase, he always seemed to be extremely distressed. In the end, he didn't say much, just reached out and touched her head. .

Xiaosheng's mother is different from Izuku's, carefree type and traditional gentle family type, but no matter which one she is, she has given her great care and played an important role in Hanase's growth process.

He insisted again and again that he didn't need to be accompanied in the bed. When Bakugo left, he was still very worried, and told Hanase to call her if there was something to do——Bakugo, who was watching, couldn't hold back, and complained impatiently, and ended up being rewarded again There was a chestnut.

After they left, Hanase was really bored, so she sent a message to Lugu to tell her current mobile phone number, and then sneaked downstairs. It was already dark, and her ward was a single room, and no one disturbed her, so she sneaked downstairs It's not difficult to walk around twice.

Hanase walked across the tree-lined avenue, and she was very concerned when she was in the room. The small garden of this hospital was so beautifully built that she couldn't help but want to come down and take a look.

Perhaps because her personality is flowers, Hanase has a natural affection for flowers and plants. When looking from a distance, she can see hyacinths in full bloom. In such a dreary environment like a hospital, the flower language of hyacinths sounds especially beautiful.

Hanase bought a can of mango juice by chance, but didn't open it. She held it in her hand and looked for an empty bench. It happened to be the time for walking, and almost none of the seats were full, except for the one who sat alone under the shadow of the side. There is still space next to that person.

Due to the double blessing of shade and backlight, the place looked extraordinarily dark, perhaps that was why it was left empty.

"May I sit here?"

Hanase walked over with a bunch of bandages on her hands. She didn't think she looked any better than the gloomy one in front of her. If you judge her heart from her appearance, she looks more like a terrorist now.

The hooded man nodded.

He is very thin, obviously not very short but habitually hunched over, looking very weak, he didn't make the slightest sound from the beginning to the end, he just kept his head down and didn't know what he was thinking.

Hanase caught a glimpse of the cracked lips that could not be hidden under his hood, so she handed over the mango juice in her hand: "Do you like mango juice?"

"..."

For some reason, the man's whole body movement stopped completely. If it was in a state of silence before, now there is a feeling of a trigger, dormant on his hand that followed the sound and looked at Hanase.

Hanase felt a little strange, but fortunately the man stretched out his hand.

He didn't use the five-finger grasping method. This small movement was not worth noting at first, but the man deliberately lifted his middle finger so as not to touch the surface of the can. This made Hanase think that his hand was injured, so he couldn't help but take a second look. This is the conclusion.

...It's like, something terrible will happen if you touch it.

Hanase felt strange about her own thoughts.

The man didn't speak any more, and Hanase just sat there without moving at all, enjoying the quiet time intently, with a faint smell of blood at the end of her nose, which was covered under the smell of Hanase's own wound, so that she didn't realize it until this time.

The man's hand was indeed injured.

But it wasn't the fingers, but the arm hidden under the black hoodie. The blood flowed down the texture, and Hanase looked at him blankly.

"you……"

As soon as the syllables came out, the man suddenly drew his arms closer to him as if he was frightened by something, and it looked more like he was curled up.Hair that is a little too long for a man jumped out of the hood with his movements, Hanase silently watched his extremely resistant performance, cautiously did not speak immediately, but did not make a distant retreat action.

Although he is not young, it makes people feel as if he is facing a child.

Hanase couldn't help but pay attention to his wound, the bright red blood dripped and gathered on the bench, making her very uncomfortable to see.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

This time, Hanase's tone was deliberately lighter. On the contrary, she did not see such a resistive reaction from the man. Hanase raised her still intact right hand, and the petals emerged from her fingertips, gradually condensing into a bunch of flowers.

"...I feel happier when I see flowers." Hanase didn't touch him directly, and gently leaned the whole bouquet of petals on the back of the bench, "I hope I can help you."

She was almost silent from standing up to leaving, and she thoroughly implemented the "do not disturb" standard, and did not take any more actions towards the man who was still curled up beside her, as if she felt insecure.

The man on the bench raised his head slowly, just in time to see the back of the girl in front of the corner, slender and weak.

He raised his hand to pick up the bouquet of flowers. If someone was there, they would definitely look sideways at his gesture of deliberately not closing his five fingers, and he could see more clearly how the man tried to close all his fingers, but in the end he just moved his dry lips together. Tightening it tightly, he embraced the bouquet of flowers in a way that he didn't know how to take care of them rather than being rude. A few petals were knocked and scattered, and the man tightened his hood and walked away.

Only the ominous pool of blood and a lonely can of mango juice remained on the bench.

The author has something to say: Yes, this is Brother Diao√

To put it bluntly, Huamei is a take-all type

Hyacinth flower language is to ignite the fire of life