Chapter 372 That’s Good (2/4)

Chapter 372 That’s good (24)

The three of them went down the mountain without any danger. Fortunately, Matsuura Koharu's home was closer to the shrine than Kasugano's house. They went down the mountain road and walked along the path. As soon as they arrived at the village, Matsuura Koharu felt like a mosquito. The voice rang: "Yes, over there."

Aoki looked in the direction of her finger and saw a brightly lit house standing quietly on the roadside.

"Okay." Although Aokiji didn't shout that he was tired, sweat was already on his forehead at this time - walking on the mountain road in such a dark time, in addition to the physical consumption, the mental consumption seemed to be greater.

Aokiji carried her to the door of the house and pressed the doorbell.

Not long after, the door was pushed open. A middle-aged woman who looked ordinary but seemed amiable opened the door. She glanced at Aokiji warily, and then exclaimed because he was carrying Matsuura Koharu on his back. Make a sound.

"Xiaochun? What's wrong with you?"

Aokiji carefully placed her on the ground. She stood awkwardly holding one foot against the door. Her cheeks were red and she wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground. She whispered: "I, I have a sprained foot."

"Who is this really?" The middle-aged woman frowned, her voice elongated in an accusatory tone, she supported her, and looked at Aoki Si with curious eyes.

"Yes, it's Si."

Matsuura Koharu's words made the middle-aged woman's eyes widen slightly: "That child from the Aoki family?"

"Yes." Matsuura Koharu's voice was subtle and her answer was brief.

"It's been such a long time!" The middle-aged woman looked at Aoki Tsukasa with some sigh: "Do you still remember me? Matsuura Aoi, you used to call me Aunt Aoi."

"Sorry, I really can't remember much." Aokiji smiled apologetically: "My memory of childhood is a bit vague, and I can't remember many things."

"It doesn't matter, I still want to thank you for sending Xiaoharu back. Come in, come in and sit down, Auntie will make you a cup of tea." Matsuura Aoi warmly entertained, Aokiji waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I have to go back with my sister quickly. Go home, if it's any later, my family will be anxious."

"Oh?" Matsuura Aoi looked at Qiong, a little curious about her identity, but it was freezing outside at this time, and the door was open, and the air-conditioning gave her goosebumps. Seeing that Aokiji didn't want to come in to talk in detail, She could only say politely: "Do you want me to see you off?"

"No, Auntie, please take Xiaochun in quickly. Is there any medicine for sprains at home? If not, I will send some over later."

Only then did Aokiji remember that he still had a bottle of medicated oil in his bag that Busujima Saeko gave him. Although the medicated oil was a three-no product with no outer packaging and no label, the effect was surprisingly good.

At least my body, which was still in excruciating pain yesterday, only had a small pain of muscle tearing when I exerted force today, and was generally fine.

"No, I have some at home, so I have to work hard to bring her here." Matsuura Aoi had a lot of doubts about why Aokiji appeared here and why he sent Koharu back, but she felt that Matsuura Koharu would definitely explain it to her. I won’t bother Aokiji anymore for the time being.

Aokiji smiled and nodded: "Then I will definitely come and visit Aunt Matsuura in the next few days. I can't remember anything else, but when I was a child, it was really thanks to Xiaochun's care that I became what I am now."

"What you said is too exaggerated, she," Matsuura Aoi said mid-sentence, stopped, and changed the subject: "You are welcome at any time, it is best to come home for a casual meal. Auntie is also very curious about how you are doing lately. .”

"Okay." Aokiji said goodbye to her and saw her helping Matsuura Koharu back to the house. He gestured to Matsuura Koharu, who was hesitant to speak, with a cell phone contact sign, and closed the door for them.

Turning around, he saw Qiong standing by the door, his little nose sniffling.

Her expression at this time was full of resentment, and she just looked at Aoki Si, very unhappy.

Aokiji smiled bitterly and rubbed her head: "She is injured, I can't just watch."

"I know." Qiong Yi turned his head and swung his two silver ponytails in the air, leaving him with the back of his head: "Let's go, I'm hungry."

Aoki Si hurriedly followed her. This time she did not take the initiative to hold Aoki Si's hand, but Aoki Si held her. She broke away for a while but did not break away, so she stopped breaking away, but she still looked at the road with an angry expression. On the side, not looking at him.

"I'm sorry. I originally wanted to accompany you, but ended up chatting with them for a long time and not talking to you." Aokiji looked at her apologetically.

Qiong's expression softened a lot because of his gentle voice, but he still had a sullen face: "Why are you apologizing? I'm not angry."

Comparing his feelings, Qiong squatted in his room in this barren countryside and waited for Aokiji for a month. He finally looked forward to the stars and the moon to bring him here, but as soon as he went up the mountain and saw his old friends, he chatted happily. He also carried another girl down the mountain.

Aokiji scratched his cheek in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

If it was Busujima Saeko, he might hug her and say something nice and pass by, but he wouldn't dare to do that with Qiong.

But we can't just let her be so unhappy.

The sound of her sniffling came to my ears again.

Aokiji turned around to look, her little face was blown red by the night wind.

"Do you have a cold?"

She was already weak, and she was exhausted from going down the mountain. She was sweating all over, and if she was hit by the cold wind, she might catch a cold.

"No." Qiong's voice was as clear as the tinkling of spring water, but also a little cold.

Aokiji stopped and looked at her face, which was still looking away. He stretched out his hands to hold her chin and asked her to look at him: "Idiot, just tell me what you want. You can't explain it to me if you hold it in." .”

"Si doesn't need to explain anything." Qiongkou avoided his eyes with a duplicity.

Aokiji touched her face and then her forehead. There seemed to be no sign of fever, but she was just a little cold.

"Ah, really?" Aokiji just looked at her with a smile: "Forget it, I originally wanted to explain to you who she is."

"I'm not curious about who she is." She spoke lightly, but the lower lip she bit unconsciously showed that she felt a little depressed at this time.

Excellent people like Ujima Saeko and Teruhashi Sumimi were originally ambiguous with Tsukasa, but now a childhood sweetheart suddenly appeared, and in the end, they seemed so affectionate in just a few words. Qiong didn't feel sad, how could that be possible.

Moreover, Aokiji took a break yesterday and returned to Chiba, but he still stayed in Yachiyo City for a day. Just thinking about it, Qiong knew that his previous vague explanation must be because of Busujima Saeko or Teruhashi Komimi. It must be because of them. One of the two didn't come to her immediately.

She was obviously the first person to come into contact with Aoki Si, and she was also the one he cared about the most, but there were always people who kept taking away the tenderness that should belong to her, which made her angry and a little aggrieved.

Obviously those people are so good, they can live well without Si.

Why do you have to come and fight with her? She obviously has no other happiness except Si.

Seeing her eyes gradually turning red, Aoki Si looked pitiful like a little animal that just wanted to be thrown away, so he could only sigh and hug her in his arms.

She didn't say anything and hugged Aokiji gently.

"I know." Aokiji said a little embarrassedly: "Qiong likes me, I know it, but I really can't respond to you casually."

"I don't want to give Qiong any false happiness, nor do I want to make Qiong unhappy, but if I feel that I am too greedy, I will lose everything in the end." Aokiji frankly expressed his feelings.

Qiong still didn't speak, just let out a soft sob.

"I can't lie to you." Aokiji's expression was also a little melancholy: "I also want Qiong to be happy, but at the moment, the most I can do is to stay with Qiong as much as possible."

"Si" she finally said.

It's just that the voice is trembling.

"Has Si ever, even just for a moment, treated me no longer as a boring tartar or a poor sister, but as a girl who likes you?"

She raised her head, her small cheeks still full of mist and pleading eyes, staring closely at Aokiji's violently shaking pupils.

In the night sky, the leisurely floating clouds finally covered the crescent moon.

On the dim road, the only dim street lamp left could not illuminate the appearance of the two people. On the roadside, Aokiji squatted down and lowered his head slightly, while Qiong held his cheek and looked at it carefully, as if he was here. For a moment, there was nothing else in her world.

The dim light dragged out two slender shadows, disappearing into the darkness.

Have you ever? Aokiji raised the corners of his mouth with a somewhat bleak expression. He was asking himself at this moment. Her eyes were full of begging and longing for the real answer, and he could no longer pretend to be mature and calm.

".Um."

He lowered his head. The guilt and self-blame in his heart almost turned his long-standing determination into a mess.

It was like opening Pandora's box. At this moment, Aokiji, who did not hide his true thoughts, soft-hearted and cowardly expressed his true feelings, knew that from today on, he would never be able to tell the truth confidently. Everything is just a temporary solution, self-comfort, and self-escape.

What he is facing now may be a multiple-choice question.

But the answer requires him to find the blanks outside the options and fill in the blanks himself.

Qiong held his cheek and gradually raised the corners of his mouth.

Her cold face was like a lily that suddenly bloomed in the winter night.

It is like a flame that has been frozen for thousands of years after the iceberg melted.

Her warm lips slowly came close to Aokiji's lips.

A gentle voice, full of joy and happiness, gradually floated into the air.

"That's good."