"Yoshizawa-san, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't come here!!"

Seeing that Sawakawa's caring hand was about to touch her, one hand grabbed his wrist.

"It's none of your business what happens to her!"

Shota stood between the two of them and blocked him, secretly straining in his hand and already having the answer in his heart. Sawakawa felt Shota's strength, and although his brow furrowed, he kept the smile on his face.

"May I ask who you are?"

"I'm her boyfriend!"

Hearing this, Yoshizawa, who was flustered behind him, suddenly calmed down, looked at the figure in front of him who was about the same height as himself, and silently hid behind him.

"Oh! Yoshizawa-san's boyfriend? I saw it last time, but not you. ”

Sawakawa still had a smile on his face, but Shota felt his arm quietly trying to break free.

"I know him too, but that guy is dead!"

For this guy's drama of hiding a knife in his smile, Shota is really gritting his teeth and insisting, if it weren't in public, if it wasn't in front of everyone, if it wasn't in front of Yoshizawa......

He swore that he would let this guy know why the flowers were so red!

"Oh! yes, then I'm sorry. ”

As he spoke, he had a somewhat sad expression, which made everyone around him feel more noble, and Shota scoffed at them.

"There's nothing to regret, damn that guy!"

The somewhat compassionate crowd who were still infected by Zechuan just now was choked by Shota in an instant, and everyone looked at him angrily, and at this time Shota also took off the hood on his head.

If Sawakawa is the warm light of March, then Shota is the wind like scissors in February, and with that scar, his violence is completely written on his face, clearly telling everyone that now he is almost just a spark that ignites a barrel of dynamite, and if he ignites it, everyone will die together.

Everyone was chilled when they saw him like this, and they retreated timidly.

Shota didn't hide this, as the power in his body awakened, he hit harder and harder, and even his own psychology was distorted, if this guy really dared to hurt Yoshizawa again in front of him, Shota would definitely kill him regardless of it.

I don't know when he began to feel no longer afraid of killing, but full of anticipation, but this point is not guilty at all in the heart of Shota, who is now angry.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and in the end, Sawakawa was defeated, and he finally opened his eyes and looked at Shota with a cold expression.

"Can you let go of my hand now?"

Only then did everyone realize that Sawakawa's wrist held by Shota had turned black and purple, but they could imagine how terrible Shota's strength was, and when they looked at him again, everyone's eyes were much more complicated.

"Originally, I wanted to send Yoshizawa-san, but since your strong boyfriend is here, the teacher's concern is a little redundant, and Yoshizawa-san's work will also be done in the future!"

said that he really made a cheering gesture, but the action that should have been approved and imitated was overwhelmed by the current aura of Shota, causing his solo show to become a little embarrassing, and in the end, he could only scratch his head helplessly and leave the crowd.

Shota glanced at the surroundings viciously and scared them all away, then took Yoshizawa's hand and left directly with his head held high.

On the way, neither of them spoke, and they kept this quiet tacitly until they came to the park.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

At the same time, bow to the other person and apologize.

"I'm sorry for the trouble."

"That's him, it's because of him that night. Forgive me for not being able to do anything to him now, but please give me a little time, and I will definitely avenge this revenge for you! ”

He said apologies, but Shota clenched his nails and dug them deep into his palms.

This feeling of revenge almost drove him crazy, and for a moment he thought of Shan Lan, the man who had forced him to this path.

Originally, he just wanted to be an idle crane and live a leisurely and ordinary life, but now he lives in hatred, in battle, and in battle with all kinds of people, which is contrary to his original plan, and what is even more tragic is that he can't stop at all.

He could only grit his teeth and endure everything and continue to walk, like a girl he had once seen: Heaven and hell have no right for me to choose, only the fate I was chosen, I can only walk on the path that fate has chosen for me, I have no other way.

You can cry, you can laugh, you can cry, you can even despair, but in the end, you still have to go down, and now Shota has experienced this feeling.

After that, there was silence between the two, and Shota looked at the slightly sad look on Yoshizawa's face, and suddenly felt guilty in his heart. It has nothing to do with the affection between men and women, but is simply a protective instinct, which he understands to mean that with great power comes great responsibility.

Yoshizawa didn't ask Shota why he was here, and Shota didn't continue to dig deeper, helping her to go to the supermarket with the pile of dripping boxes.

"What do you want to eat at night?"

As if forgetting everything that had just happened, Yoshizawa quickly put on a smile on his face again in the supermarket, it was a smile that Shota had never seen before, and at this moment he suddenly felt a little more about the woman in front of him.

"Do you want to cook?"

"Didn't you say you haven't seen me cook, I just happened to show my hand today."

As she spoke, she rolled up her arms to reveal bruises and purple scars, and after reacting, she quickly put her hand down and stood behind in silence.

"Whatever you do, as long as you can feed me."

As if he hadn't seen anything, Shota turned around and pushed the cart and continued to walk inside, Yoshizawa stood there looking at his back, suddenly his eyes moistened, nodded heavily, ran forward, grabbed his arm, and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Hey! Take your head off. ”

"I don't!"

"Take it away, it's disgusting."

"Ahh You dislike me! ”

Although he said disgusted words, Shota didn't show any movement, and he didn't even look at her as if he acquiesced to her movements, and Yoshizawa seemed to understand.

Although Shota said reluctant words, she hugged her tighter, as if he would disappear as soon as she let go, and the two of them enjoyed the quiet evening strangely, and at this moment no one bothered them.

"You wait, the meal will be ready soon."

Back at the place where she lived, Yoshizawa went straight into the kitchen with the dishes, and Shota didn't stop her, but sat in the living room and watched her back with interest.

What is this? What is it called? Maybe he didn't think so much about it, after all, he knew what he wanted, and he knew what his path would be, but he appreciated the scenery along the way.

He has verified how short a life is, and it is precisely because of this that he wants to experience a variety of different lives.

The vicissitudes of life, the good fate. Even if you can't ask for it, thank you for being with you all the way.