Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 908
【Part [-]】

In the early morning, the wind seems to speed up, passing through the streets and alleys, over the high walls, swaying the green cherry leaves, shaking the clothes to dry, on the white walls, one or two geckos hurriedly climbed over, hiding In the daytime, where they should go, they are gone.

wow——

Buer opened the curtain on the right, and the warm yellow morning light slid in instantly. He just opened the window a crack, and felt the breath rushing towards him. Because it was early in the morning, he didn't feel a trace of warmth. Feeling a little cold, frowning slightly, still a little cold.

He turned his head and glanced at his little wife who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and saw that she was sleeping soundly and was not disturbed by the coolness, so her slightly raised eyebrows were calmed down.

But I still pulled and closed the window on the left, and opened the window on the right alone. I didn't open it much, and opened it at an angle of [-] degrees.At this angle, when the wind blows in, it will not blow to the head of the bed.Rao was slightly swept after the refraction, but it was not enough to make her catch cold.

"A wonderful day."

Feeling comfortable, Buer stretched his arms and felt the morning air, which was very clear and moist after the rain.

Time flies like running water, and before you know it, it is already mid-April, and the rainy season in Tokyo has begun again before the flowers bloomed yesterday.The fine flowers outside the window were knocked down by the rain, hanging scattered on the branches, revealing the verdant greenness on the branches.

ding ding ding-

Suddenly, the bell of the bicycle came from outside the courtyard wall, and Buer looked over, and saw Yuta riding on the bicycle, waving his arms towards him, and shouting loudly, "Hey, brother, you..."

When do you go to school?

Before the words were spoken, Buer put his index finger to his lips.

—a gesture of silence!

Yuta was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized.With a curl of his mouth, he said "Cut~", and as soon as he stepped on the pedal, the bicycle slowly left.It's a natural process, and it seems that I have already adapted.

The back that Yuta threw at him was still the same as before, with a little displeasure and contempt.And this situation has been going on for a long time, from the time he took care of Yingyi carefully until now, it has not decreased but increased, and perhaps it will continue forever.

Although Buer felt helpless, he didn't feel anything, which didn't affect the relationship between their brothers.

Yuta is 19 years old this year, and Fuji himself is also 20 years old. He was admitted to the Department of Photography at Tokyo University three years ago. Photography is his biggest hobby besides tennis.

He likes to take pictures of his little wife, and records the photos of him and her growing up in his photo album.From the first photo of her alone, to the photo of him and her together later, it preserved the traces of their acquaintance and love to marriage bit by bit, which was his second most precious thing.

And most precious...

It is his little wife - Yingyi.

It's been seven years, from the time we met until now, time flies like a flash, and it's been seven years in a blink of an eye.In the past seven years, there have been extravagant hopes, palpitations, happiness and sadness. I don't know how much is warm and how much is heartache.

The heartache again and again, the regret again and again, life is impermanent, half of the memory is kept, and the other half is still going on.Here, everyone will be associated with happiness and tainted with pain, and then wash away the bitterness of life with tears, and use time to precipitate emotional fragments.Life is extended in motion, and the soul is peaceful in the hustle and bustle. It's just the affection she gave, and he still doesn't know it in this life.

Fortunately, he knew how to think, how to feel with his heart, and to love with his heart. Only then did he cut off all his escape routes, just to keep her by his side.After experiencing life and death, he finally left her in his own world, and then lived a plain and simple life, resting his heart on the harbor where she was waiting, guarding this plain time.For example, the tea you drink has less bitterness, more peace, less youthful atmosphere, more mature taste, more warmth of a family, and deeper, which is the only emotion of loyalty.

Exhaling a breath, he turned his head and saw his little wife who was sleeping peacefully.

Still the same, with blue and white hair scattered wantonly on the bed, a little messy, most of which were done by him.The face now also has a delicate outline, and as time goes by, it grows more and more refined. Under the morning light pouring from the window, there is a slightly warm milky white. The appearance of Enron is quiet, unbelievably soft, and has a nascent look. As peaceful as a baby.

Sakura one,

His beloved wife...

Slightly pursing her lips, she came to the side of the bed, with her hands resting on her sides, the bed sank a little.He lowered his head and kissed her side lightly, feeling her breath that was so light that it was almost inaudible, sweeping the fluff of the pillow and following it up and down, he couldn't help smiling, he was in a deep sleep.

"Sakura, it's time to get up." There is still one and a half hours before class, and if you go to sleep, you will definitely be late, and you will inevitably be punished to stand, so you whispered, and your breath swept over Yingyi's face.

Feeling some itching on her face, Sakura frowned as soon as she opened her eyes, reached out to touch the quilt before she opened her eyes, and then grabbed the quilt and pulled it up. , the whole person shrunk into the quilt, leaving only the head outside, and then looked around with one eye, and then frowned lazily, looking half asleep and half awake.

Bu Er smiled, her ice-blue pupils reflected her sleeping appearance - there was a faint shadow under the long eyelashes, the slightly lowered chin was graceful, and the comfortable sleeping position was very comfortable, but the arm and the On the chest, those bruises are a bit eye-catching.

They are all traces of tossing too late last night, not only distressed but satisfied.

Perhaps thinking that the light was a bit dazzling, Sakura closed it again, turned over, pulled hard with her hand, and buried herself in the quilt.

She doesn't remember yet.

Having come to this conclusion, Buer thought about it and was still not willing to wake her up. After wrapping up the quilt for her, he prepared to go downstairs to make breakfast.

"Zhou Zhu," just as he walked to the door, he heard a voice coming from under the quilt, with the softness of waking up in the morning, "I want to drink porridge."

"Okay, I'll call you later." Fuji agreed, but didn't hear a response from the quilt, knowing that she fell asleep again.Smiling helplessly, Buer turned and walked downstairs.

At the door of the kitchen, Baluru was sitting there wagging his tail, tilting his head, looking at the figure with big cat eyes, watching him busy with this and that.

"Meow~" Balururu stretched his neck and let out a cry, it was hungry now.

Buer turned his head and glanced at it, then took out the cat food from the bottom shelf of the fresh-keeping cabinet, and was about to open it, when Baluru suddenly jumped over and ran away with the cat food in his mouth.

Looking at its brisk back, Fuji shook his head.I don't know when it started, Baluru and his two children stopped eating at home, and ran outside as soon as they got the cat food, and ran to his mother across the way to sleep.

After washing his hands, he uncovered the pot, and the rich black rice fragrance came to his face in an instant. There was a faint sweetness in the fragrance, which was Sakura's favorite taste.I took a spoonful of it with a spoon and took a bite. The glutinous rice grains were completely soft. Obviously, the porridge was ready.

(End of this chapter)