I owe the female honor system a billion

Chapter 193 Extra Story: The end of the if line

"Hey, Miyamura, your friend is here to pick you up."

A female policeman outside the detention room repeatedly checked the information in her hand, and then said this to Miyamura Feiyu who was handcuffed on a chair in the room.

Miyamura Feiyu, who had been in the cell for a few hours, raised his head in a daze, let the policeman unshackle his hands, and then followed the policeman in front of him out of the detention room.

Miyamura Feiyu originally thought that the "friends" the police said were Fuma Sakura and the others, but outside the bail cell, Miyamura Feiyu saw a small white figure sitting on a chair outside holding a document. .

"Hello, your friend has been brought out, now you can leave."

The policeman opened the locked cell door behind him, and then said to Miyamura Feiyu behind him.

Miyamura Feiyu looked at the white-haired boy sitting on the stool in surprise. At this moment, his cosplay makeup has faded a lot, and the cloak that originally belonged to cosplay on his body has also become a daily short T-shirt and summer clothes. day shorts.

His fat and muscular thighs outline a charming appearance, his legs are slightly put together, and he is sitting upright on the chair, until the policeman next to Miyamura Feiyu speaks, he hastily said Standing up, he looked at Miyamura Feiyu who was beside the policeman.

His deer-like eyes looked Miyamura Feiyu up and down, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with her expression, he let out a breath of relief, and bowed generously to the policeman beside him. bowed and said,
"Excuse me."

"No, you're welcome." The policeman beside him nodded, and inevitably looked at the very attractive young man.

As if feeling the sight of the policeman beside him, Miyamura Feiyu stood in front of the policeman with some displeasure, unconsciously blocking the policeman's sight.

The police girl was stunned for a moment, and after glancing at Miyamura Feiyu, she turned her head and returned to the detention room without saying anything.

The boy glanced suspiciously at the policeman who had quietly returned to the detention room, but he didn't delve into it. He smiled and said to Miyamura Feiyu, "Your friend came here just now and paid the bail for you. .But the elder sister with eyes seemed to have something urgent to do, so she went back first, and the other two also went back first."

"Ah, so." Miyamura Feiyu looked at the boy with white curly hair in front of him, and in a daze, he combined the boy in the T-shirt with the small voice in the dream wearing a cloak and holding a wand.

She was somewhat unavoidable short of breath for a moment, and then walked to the boy's side a little at a loss.

"Well, are you a student of the University of Tokyo?" The boy said as he walked outside with Miyamura Feiyu, "Just now your friend seemed to tell you to go back to school quickly."

"It's okay." Miyamura Feiyu's playful face flashed in Miyamura's mind, and she said to the boy beside her.

The boy glanced at the girl next to him, but happened to see the little mole of tears under her eyes.I don't know if he thought of something, but the boy smiled a little, "Since you're not in a hurry, why don't you let me buy you a cup of coffee? There's a pretty good coffee shop near Tokyo University."

After finishing speaking, seeing the girl staring at him in a daze, the boy waved his hands in a panic and said, "Ah, what I mean is, after all, I caused you to be caught by the police. So I want to compensate you with a cup of coffee .”

"Let me invite you." Looking at the little boy in front of him, Miyamura Feiyu's feeling of panic and worry slowly dissipated.

Is he the boy in his dream?

This doubt gradually disappeared without a trace as the young man waved his hands in a panic.

Miyamura Feiyu didn't know the answer to this question, but in her dream, when she was unconscious, when she thought of that figure in the dream, her heart would be overwhelmed by a sudden, great sadness and grief.

It seems that there is some regret.

It was as if he owed that figure something.

It seems that I failed to give him a perfect and happy ending.

She often wonders if God gave herself a second chance, a second chance to make up for it.

That's why she desperately held the hand of the boy in the comic exhibition, grabbed him, and didn't want to let go.

Only this time, Miyamura Feiyu didn't want to leave any more regrets.

"After all, I wasn't the one who grabbed your hand?" Miyamura Feiyu said, but it made the boy in front of him blush slightly.

He turned his head away, with an imperceptible tremor in his tone, he said,
"That coffee shop is not far away. Let's go"

The name of the coffee shop is Fanxing.

In fact, the name of the store is a long string of Greek characters called Αστρι.

Naturally, most people would not understand the specific meaning of such a complicated foreign language.Just like most of those non-mainstream personality signatures on social platforms.

Although it was written on the outside, it was actually for my own reading.

But will there be a day, a moment, in every corner of the world, when you see these things, you can clearly understand their meaning?

Is there such a person who can know what you know and think just by looking at your eyes and watching your movements?
Is there such a person who is happy as long as you are happy?

Maybe it will.

Just like this cafe, Miyamura Feiyu likes the design of many books in this coffee shop. The large floor-to-ceiling windows not only isolate the noise outside the streets of Tokyo, but also allow people to see the outside scenery all the time.

He likes it here too.

The proprietress was standing in front of the bar, while wiping the precious gold coffee cups placed on the shelf behind the counter, she smiled and said to the two young people who looked like lovers who had just entered the store,
"You two, what would you like to drink?"

"Ah, thank you for a latte."

"latté."

The young man turned his head to look at Miyamura Feiyu, who was beside him and said the same drink at the same time, at the same time, she also turned her head in surprise, and looked at herself beside her.

"Allah, you really have a good heart. Please sit down, the drink will be ready soon"

The proprietress commented with a smile, and put down the silk to wipe the cups in her hand, and prepared the drink to drink.

The young man nodded with a rosy face, and sat in the corner of the window sill with Miyamura Feiyu beside him.

The rain in Tokyo has gradually decreased a lot, but there are still water stains on the streets. Pedestrians with umbrellas are hurrying, separated by the soundproof glass on the floor-to-ceiling windows into another world.

"I'm sorry. I was impulsive today." Miyamura Feiyu's eyes broke away from the scenery outside the window, and when she turned to look at the boy, she found that he was actually looking at her all the time.

Seeing himself watching the other party being discovered, the teenager waved his hand awkwardly, "Nope"

Miyamura Feiyu was silent for a while, looked at the facial features and expressions of the young man in front of him engraved deep in his soul, and said, "You may not believe it if you tell me, um, did we know each other before?"

"Huh?" The boy froze for a moment.

"No, what I mean is" Miyamura Feiyu hesitated for a moment, but wanted to say it anyway, "It seems that we have met and been with each other in a dream. Even if I wake up from the dream, I still remember it. don't want to forget"

"So, when I see you today, I will."

The rain outside the window was pattering down, and the sound of melodious classical music inside the house was neither too loud nor too soft, just covering the entire coffee shop. The coffee came, and a little cream was added to outline a beautiful pattern on the brown surface .

The boy opened his mouth and stared blankly at the girl in front of him.

Miyamura Hiu laughed,

"It's okay...Maybe, I just had a dream and it bothered you."

She raised the cup and drank the coffee in the cup without any sense of taste, letting the bitter coffee wrapped in a small amount of cream enter her mouth, allowing her taste buds to savor the astringent bitterness.

so bitter
Lattes shouldn't be this bitter.

Miyamura thought so.

"That...isn't a dream"

The boy opened his mouth and suddenly spoke.

Hey?
The aroma of latte lingered in the mouth for a long time, and after the bitterness of the taste buds dissipated, the sweetness of the cream suddenly surged up, causing Miyamura Feiyu to gently hold the coffee cup in his hand.

"Actually, I had a similar dream before." The boy laughed, looking at Miyamura Feiyu's beautiful hair, and under those beautiful eyes, there was a little bit of charming tear mole.

"In the dream, you were an idiot. Even though you were slandered by others, you wouldn't refute.. You didn't say anything, but you were still nice to me. Even though your heart was riddled with holes, you didn't worry me at all."

"I remember it very clearly"

"I don't know if all this is true"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, until I can hardly remember what you looked like in my dream, and what you said to me."

The boy raised his head, looked at Miyamura Feiyu's rosy eyes, and said suddenly,
"I can't remember your name but I still remember, I remember your kindness, I remember the time we were together"

"Are you the same, Mr. Brave."

Miyamura Feiyu looked in disbelief at the young man whose words were trembling in front of him, his mind was blank, but his palm was inevitably raised, and he held the white palm of the young man in front of him.

She suddenly remembered a lot of things, and thought of the promise about the money bag, the promise she had made to the young man, which had not been fulfilled.

She thought of the gentle boy with a warm smile, the boy who brought redemption to herself under the dazzling golden sunlight in the afternoon.

She thought of the sorrow and pain of not being able to save the lost life of the boy that afternoon.

The rain outside the window gradually decreased, perhaps even the dark clouds that had been covering Tokyo for a long time disappeared slowly.

No one noticed that in the coffee shop on the corner, the girl tremblingly held the hand of the boy in front of her.

She let the tears fall on her cheeks, as if she was rejoicing, thanking, repenting, and excited.

Finally, she held the man's hand again.

So, she said,

"Me too."

(End of the book)

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