The undercurrent is surging, the wind is whistling, the girl is belatedly in the sight of the young man, and the falling leaves are swept into flowers, and the shadows are full, some illusory and unreal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing still in front of the young man, Sakuraichi narrowed his eyes slightly, formed a more slender red line through the brim of his hat, looked at the lunch box in the boy's hand, the expression on his face was a little weird, and when the young man's elegant smile became softer and softer, he sat down as soon as he pressed the brim of his hat.

"Why is my bento here with you?"

"Now, Sakuraichi," Fuji stretched out his hand and handed her the lunch box in his hand, a faint smile on his delicate and beautiful face, "You forgot to bring it in the morning." ”

Is it?

Looking at his reflection on the glass bento box in his hand, Sakuraichi raised his eyebrows slightly, could he be so negligent? It's impossible, wait・・・・・ when Sakura touched the smooth glass under the box, she couldn't help but pull her eyelids, where are the chopsticks?

Looking at the girl's movements, Fuji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the faint silhouette was cast on the eyelids, and she said softly, "What are you looking for?" ”

Sakuraichi raised his head and glanced at him, put down the lunch box in his hand, and frowned slightly, "No chopsticks." ”

"Really?" Fuji took Sakuraichi's bento box and looked at it, "Sure enough, there are no chopsticks, na, Sakuraichi," Fuji bent his knees and laid one leg flat, a little closer to Sakuraichi, "I'll feed you." ”

Sakura's whole body froze, shivered coldly, glared at Fuji, and snatched back the bento in his hand, "Bastard, who wants you to feed." ”

"Really? It's a pity," Fuji held back a smile and opened his bento, and at the same time took out chopsticks from under the bento box, tilted his head, and smiled softly at Sakuraichi, "Now, Sakuraichi, I won't care about you." ”

The dark red pupils reflected the chopsticks in the second-hand hand, Rao was as indifferent as Sakuraichi, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, "I said... Sakuraichi said coldly, his voice a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"But..." Fuji glanced at his chopsticks, as if hesitating, and finally turned his head to look at the small lake on the side, and said in a reluctant tone, "If I give it to Sakuraichi, I will be useless." ”

Hearing this, Sakura raised his eyebrows, stared at the young man in front of him, chestnut hair gently brushed his delicate and beautiful face in the breeze, obviously a young man as elegant as the wind, but the tone of his voice made Sakura have the urge to slap him to death, so the tone of his voice was already quite unkind, "Shouldn't men let women?" ”

"Really?" Fuji turned his head to look at the fried Sakuraichi, God knows how much he wanted to laugh, but because of Sakuraichi's annoyance, he had to endure it, and although the cat is a tame animal, it will inevitably bite if it is in a hurry. So, he put down his lunch box and stretched out his hand to Sakuraichi, "Na, Sakuraichi, I'll feed you." ”

Looking at Fuji's white-sleeved hands, Sakuraichi narrowed his eyelids, to give or not to give? If you don't give it, you'll be hungry all day today. But why let this guy feed himself? Furthermore...

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Just when Sakuraichi was entangled, Fuji had already taken her bento, opened it under her depressed gaze, and when she saw the Chinese food inside, the curvature on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but deepen a little, Sakuraichi, sure enough, I like to eat Chinese food the most. I wanted to think about it, but the movements in my hands were non-stop, I took the chopsticks, picked up the food and handed it to her mouth.

The red eyes under the brim of the hat reflected the dish in front of him, Sakura's red eyes blinked and blinked, and then, raised his head to look at the boy who was about ten centimeters away from him, the golden sunlight sprinkled down through the layers of leaves, dividing the shadows into mottled shadows, sticking to the young man's delicate and beautiful face, when the wind blew, the shadows swayed, quiet and quiet.

Pulling his eyelids, Sakuraichi withdrew his gaze, opened his mouth slightly and chewed the food on the chopsticks, and after a pause in swallowing, the young man's chopsticks were handed to his mouth again, so he opened his mouth again, took it in, and chewed it・・・・・・

Wow -

The sea of trees surging with the sound of the waves, the fallen leaves fluttering down, fluttering in the wind, forming a flowing canopy, covering the sight of many people, hazy, leisurely and elegant.

Fuji fed methodically, always stopping for a moment while Sakuraichi was chewing to let her ease up, and after she said 'okay' indifferently, he put away the lunch box, took out a tissue and gently wiped the corners of her mouth, moving slowly and gently.

The pupils reflected the delicate and beautiful face of the young man, and Sakura tucked his eyelids, but did not speak, and let him move.

The April wind was blowing quietly, with a faint coolness, but it brought his subtle dry-like plant fragrance, lingering on the tip of her nose, forming a seed called dependence that quietly took root and sprouted in the bottom of her heart.

The action is very soft, without the girl's resistance, the fingertips quietly caressed the girl's smooth cheeks, the soft feeling began to diffuse from the fingertips, delicate and delicate like flowing water across the fingertips, jumped over the skin, flowed to the heart, containing layers of ripples.

Shaoqing, retracting his hand affectionately, smiled softly: "Na, is Sakuraichi going back?" ”

"Hmm." Sakuraichi nodded slightly, she wanted to find a place to sleep, the rooftop on the left side of the teaching building must be occupied by Echizen, and the rooftop on the right, Fujiwara They should still be eating there, so ・・・・・ should go to the housekeeping club, after all, Kitajima is the president, it is more convenient there, and there is a sofa.

"Hey, let's go." Sakura snatched the lunch box one by one, glanced at the dwarf holly not far away from her without a trace out of the corner of her eye, and then turned to leave.

After Sakuraichi left, Fuji reached out and touched it under his lunch box, and when he stretched it out, a pair of white ivory chopsticks appeared in the palm of his hand, the moment the green leaves slipped off, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his elegant smile became softer and softer, "Na, Sakuraichi, I'll give it back to you next time." ”

Under the dwarf holly tree, the white light flashed away, and he quickly jotted down the data that made his heart beat faster in his notebook, muttering in his mouth, good data, good data, good data・・・・・

Wow -

However, with a small sound, Kan saw the white light in front of him flicker, and the notebook in his hand disappeared, and when he raised his head, he saw Fuji standing in front of him, the smile on his face was extremely soft, "Gan's energy... ”

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes fell on the notebook that was not second-handed, and he slowly stretched out his hand, "Fuji, this..."

"This notebook, let's put it here with me." Fuji said as he rolled up his notebook and put it in his purse.

"No..." Looking at his movements, there was a sudden pain in his heart, his data, his date, his datum...

"That's it, Qian, that's right," Fuji finished speaking, and was about to leave, but suddenly turned around as if he remembered something, and smiled softly, "Qian, remember to keep it a secret, of course, in return, I won't tell you about Haitang." ”

He? And Haitang?

Looking at the back of Fuji leaving leisurely, his eyebrows twitched, what are the unsightly secrets between him and Haitang? If so, how could he not know?

"Sakuraichi."

As soon as he stepped into the housekeeping, Fujiwara, who had been waiting here for a long time, stood up and opened his mouth, but did not speak. Seeing this, Sakuraichi narrowed his eyelids slightly, sat down beside her, and said indifferently, "It's Sanada's business." ”

"Hmm," Fujiwara nodded, and said coldly, habitually, "Cousin Genichiro invited us to attend his sword ceremony tomorrow afternoon. ”

"Yes." Sakura's tone was still as indifferent as frost, and she couldn't hear any feelings, and after a long time, she slowly spoke, "Let's go together." ”

"Uh-huh."