My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

　　 Kitahara Hideji was unknown, so he asked strangely: "What's wrong with you, Xueli? Why didn't you come?"

　　 Xueli shook his head quickly, "I can't touch that knife, so I have to stay away."

"Can't touch this knife?" Kitahara looked down at the knife in his hand, and saw that the scabbard leather was old and dull, unremarkable, nothing special, but he turned around and put the knife back in the knife. On the shelf-can't even touch your own daughter? so serious? Did you commit any taboos?

He put the knife back, the snow licked on his knees, and relaxed a lot. The duck sat in front of Hideji Kitahara, but with a pair of big eyes gleaming, he kept tilting his head and peeking at the four-layer knife holder. He was dressed in white. The feet of the socks were curled up, like a cat saw a hedgehog, but he didn't dare to go up and play.

　　 "Xueli, this knife...is there anything special?"

Xueli's attention is still on the knife holder, but she started to count with her fingers, and replied less confidently: "This seems to be used by my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's younger brother?" She was not sure. Looks like, after counting for a while, he turned to ask Kitahara Hideji, "Do you think it's right?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji looked at her speechlessly, do you ask me about your own ancestors?

Xueli is a refreshing girl. She can't figure it out for a while and just don't count it. She just said cheerfully, "Anyway, it was one hundred and fifty-six or seventy-eight years ago. Our Fuze family came here with a group of big people. In the war, I settled here after winning. But it seems that winning is winning, but it didn’t take advantage of it. The benefits were eaten up by the big guys above, and many people died in vain. Since then, we Fukuzawa People at home are not allowed to contribute to the government anymore."

Hideji Kitahara calculated silently for a while, suspecting that the Fukuzawa family ancestor had participated in the downfall war, but Xueli was vague, and he was not sure—if it was true, the Fukuzawa family seemed to have moved from Kyushu or Shikoku. of.

But these are all old almanacs. After a little calculation, he didn't care, and apologized to Xueli: "Sorry, Xueli, I didn't know it was such a commemorative knife. I picked it up and looked at it when I was curious... …"

Before he finished speaking, Xueli interrupted him as soon as he waved his hand, still happily saying: "It's okay if you take it, but I can't touch it. My father said, let me not touch the real knife for the rest of my life, if I dare to touch the real knife. The knife won't let my surname be Fukuzawa, and he won't even let me cut the edge of the wooden knife I use."

After she finished speaking, she pondered for a moment, then glanced at the four-layer knife holder, and said depressed: "I really want to pick it up and play with it, but although I was young at the time, my father said it very seriously. My surname is Fuze and it’s over! People can’t live without a surname. Without a surname, there is no home. Without a home, one can only be called a lonely widow. No! No!"

　　 However, she is obviously still itching, looking at the knife and then at Xiuji Kitahara, she seems to be considering how likely it is that Xiuji Kitahara will give her the surname Kitahara in case she can't be named Fukuzawa.

　　 Kitahara Hideji looked at her and immediately became scared, and quickly changed the subject: "Don't talk about the knife, Xueli, what are you doing with me?"

Xueli patted his head, then he remembered the business, and quickly said: "I heard that you had a fight, of course I will care about you. I am very loyal! If you don’t believe me, you can inquire about it. I am definitely loyal. Take it! That... I heard that there are many people on the other side, are you at a disadvantage?" As she said, she took a close look at Kitahara Xiuji, and saw that his face was blue and white, and she was surprised: "Your face is so ugly. Lost?

She didn’t wait for Hideo Kitahara to answer, and immediately began to blame herself, “I should go to you to ask you when I go to school today, but my dad ordered Yan Jin last night and my sister and I were not allowed to find you in school because of this. It’s troublesome or I’m asking about it, saying that it’s not good for you...I don’t know where it’s not good, eh, if you’re at school, just ask you, then this afternoon we will go straight from school to take revenge. Lest I run back early and wait for you at the intersection."

She kept talking there like a child, but Xiuji Kitahara felt a little warm in his heart--he didn't expect that he escaped from the snow in the club training because he was worried that he would suffer a loss. As a result, Dongmei's little carrot head was directly caught back.

　　 His voice softened involuntarily, and he whispered softly: "I didn't suffer, I made you worry, Xueli, thank you!" Few people remembered him this way in his two lifetimes, and he was a little moved.

"Don't be brave, you are my friend, I will help you!" Xueli didn't believe it, and said to pat the white rabbit, and the white rabbit trembled very face-to-face, "I've never been watching a friend. Those who suffer, if you suffer, let's get back to face and beat up the gang."

　　 "I really didn't suffer!"

　　 "Then why is your face so ugly?"

　　 "This...I was a little uncomfortable just now."

　　 "You were fine the day before yesterday. You were injured, otherwise, why are you sick? Isn't that a loss?"

　　 "I really didn't suffer!"

　　 "Then why is your face so ugly?"

　　 "……"

　　 Kitahara Hideji said, it took ten minutes for Xueli to believe that he was the one who beat the group, not the group.

But Xueli was full of regrets, "The other party doesn't seem to be too strong!" Then she said seriously: "No matter what, anyway, if you are bullied in the future, tell me that I have more than 20 little brothers, and I promise to beat each other all over the floor. Find teeth!"

Hideji Kitahara feels weak--grandma is on her legs. It turns out that the bully in your neighborhood is you. I really didn't see it, disrespectful and disrespectful--he nodded and said: "Next time I am bullied, I will notify you as soon as possible. "He has given up struggling, and she will do what she says.

　　 I have never seen this kind of fighting for someone else.

"That's right!" Xueli was very happy, took out his phone and said: "I will give you my email address and number. You don't have to be polite with me, just call me if you have anything to do. The righteous word is the head!"

　　 Hideji Kitahara confessed his fate to find out his mobile phone and turned on infrared transmission, and exchanged his email address and phone number with Xueli—the way you cut a knife for your friend was to force him to fight a fight? This is really simple and rude.

After the two parties exchanged numbers, Xueli put away his mobile phone and did not rush away. Instead, she asked sympathetically, "Are you locked up here by my father because of a fight? Do you want me to help you find a monkey? How many comics to relieve your boredom?"

　　 There is a room of books here! Hideji Kitahara couldn't help lowering his head and said, "No, your father lent me this place to study."

　　 "Do you read the books here? Many books here are not in Japanese, can you understand?"

　　 Talking to Xueli can’t go around in circles, let alone be humble, otherwise it will be very troublesome, and Kitahara Hideji directly nodded and said, “I can understand!”

　　 "Wait!" Xueli got up and ran away. In a blink of an eye, he ran back with a book and handed it to Hideji Kitahara, and asked expectantly: "Can you read this book?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji took the book strangely. It was a collection of ancient stories, "Nanshan Night Talk", in traditional Chinese. He has no obstacles to reading, but he doesn't quite understand what Xueli wants to do.

　　 "Do you want to hear stories?" Wouldn't it be better to tell this guy a fairy tale? Isn't this kind of ancient Chinese literati talk inappropriate? I am a Chinese who looks strenuous.

"I want to hear you read this. My father used to read these books to me." She said that her innocent and pure face showed a child-like smile. "When I was a child, my father loved me the most. When I play, I will read this kind of story to me, so I miss it-my sister was so angry at that time, and because of this anger, she went on a hunger strike for several meals, and my mother coaxed her for a long time before she agreed to eat."

Then she pointed to the door of the library, haha ​​laughed: "I remember one time I rode in on my father’s neck, but my father came in, but I didn’t come in. That time I fell asleep. All day long, now I think about it so warm."

　　 Didn’t you fall stupid back then? Xiuji Kitahara whispered in his stomach and flipped through the book in his hand. He glanced at it and found that it was quite boring. No wonder I had never heard of the title before~www.NovelMTL.com~ But since Xueli wanted to hear it, read it to her. Anyway, she was punished to kneel just now because of herself--maybe she fell asleep after hearing a few sentences.

　　 He asked, "Then I started reading?"

　　 "Can you really read it?" Xueli sat upright, with a look of admiration on his face, full of admiration, "I didn't expect you to speak Chinese. It's really amazing!"

"It's nothing, Chinese is not a minority language." Hideji Kitahara unnaturally moved his butt, a little embarrassed, a sense of guilt for deceiving this innocent girl—he started speaking Chinese without remembering anything. He didn't feel anything special. Yes, I didn't expect that it would become an advantage to run to RB, and I even made Xueli Worship +1.

　　 He hurriedly read, read a sentence in Chinese and then explained the meaning in Japanese to Xueli. Xueli listened very carefully, but she lowered her head after listening to it for a while and began to say something. Xiuji Kitahara was a little strange. He stretched his ears to listen through the gap between the passages and found that Xueli was vaguely repeating a word he had just said, "Wolf-hearted, dog-hearted, dog-hearted, dog-hearted..."

　　 Kitahara Xiuji's face is about to crack, so you learned those messy idioms like this!

　　 He had an ominous premonition, and felt that the word "wolf-hearted and dog-hearted" would not fall on his head one day - "Wow, you are really wolf-hearted and dog-hearted, man and cruel!"

　　 But this kind of unlucky thing is coming, he took his mind, read to Xueli by the way, and tasted the meaning of the book himself. For a while, there was only his slightly hoarse voice in the library, and it was rare to not laugh in the snow, listening quietly next to him, like a virtuous and elegant girl-even if he occasionally bowed his head, the memory was still beautiful.

　　 Gradually the sun set down on the mountain, and the pale orange afterglow obliquely shone into the library, leaving a gold border on both of them.