Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

The moment she was pushed away, she felt a strong reluctance.

Then he watched his brother talking, watched his lips moving, and saw that the distance between them was not too far.

So... I stood on tiptoe.

"What... is this doing?"

Oreki Gen asked stupidly.

The girl's cheeks were as red as the fiery clouds in the sky.

"This... this is courage for you!"

"courage?"

Oreki Xian subconsciously reached out to touch his lips, as if he couldn't believe the slightly moist touch.

Oreki Sakura immediately grabbed Oreki Gen's hand.

"Don't touch it! It won't work if you touch it!"

"Does courage still work?"

Oreki Sakura nodded vigorously, even though she looked like a red-hot steam princess.

"Of course! Yes, this is my blessing to my brother... Um... Aren't you going to her place anyway? Go ahead! Come on! I believe in you!"

In fact, she didn't know what the other party was going to do. Anyway...she wanted to be alone now, not to calm down, but to carefully recall everything that had just happened.

"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell, you just trust me... Stop pushing, I can walk!"

"boom."

Oreki Gen was pushed out of the door and watched it close.

He was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the endless dark corridor.

The boy clenched his fists.

That’s right, now I have the courage given by my sister and such a strong backing.

What are you afraid of!

Sakuraba Mizuki! Sushi!

16: First courtesy, then force

Walk through the lighted corridors.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor made Oreki Xian feel like he was crossing a bridge.

Oreki Gen had not walked across many bridges in his life, most of which were when he was in Baishe Township.

I remember that the bridge was made of stone, and there was no difference between walking on it and walking on the ground. The only difference was probably that the river water irrigating the farmland passed under the bridge. The closer people on the bridge got, the more obvious they could hear the sound of the rushing river.

That’s right, not a trickle, but a torrent.

It was then that Oreki Gen realized that all things can speak, and not just those that have human language can be considered as speaking.

As for what he was talking about, whether it was anger or a calm mood, it was not unnecessary to know. Oreki Gen felt that humans were not qualified to know.

At this moment, the corridor in the garden looked like a bridge. What kind of bridge was it? Oreki Gen thought of the Naihe Bridge.

There was dim light all around. The light was not a dazzling white, but rather a dim yellow like at dusk. When a person walked on it, the scenery in the distance could only be seen vaguely, and everything seemed a little dim and chaotic.

Maybe it is exactly the same as the Yellow Springs Road?

He hasn't been there, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know.

He only knew that he needed to try his best to get a chance to survive and pass every level.

Since you are still alive, you cannot say that life is too difficult. At least it has not forced you to death. No matter whether the thread of fate wants to laugh at you or tease you, the purpose of life is nothing more than to figure out the meaning of your existence, or to prove it to the creator who, if he exists, must be high above and indifferent.

You can be responsible for every choice you make.

"Dong dong dong."

Oreki Gen stopped and knocked on the door in front of him.

"Come in."

The familiar light voice of the girl came from inside.

As calm as meeting a subordinate who came to report on work.

Oreki Xian gently pushed the door open.

Unexpectedly, Sakuraba Mitsuki didn't do anything strange. She certainly couldn't read a book, but she didn't lie on the bed and browse her phone either.

In the warm room with air conditioning on, the girl doesn't need to wear too many clothes.

A simple black suspender with white lace edges outlines the arc of white thighs.

It seems like the lines have souls, and the luster in every place seems to be jumping and flickering with vitality.

Her clear shoulders were bony, but her sunken collarbones did not give her a skinny look.

The fruit placed on the chest looks heavy. Although it is not as fruitful as others, it is already quite talented among peers, not to mention that its shape and color are both of top quality.

You will never forget it after just one look, not to mention the feeling of holding it in your hand.

The appearance of this girl was enough to make Oreki Gen's mouth dry instantly and give rise to many thoughts as he stood at the door.

However, in an instant, Oreki Xian suppressed all these feelings and forced himself to convince himself that he was a man who had experienced many storms and would not be disturbed by such elementary temptations.

At this moment, she was resting one elbow on the table, and with the other hand holding a pen, she was drawing something on a piece of white paper.

"Are you drawing?"

Oreki Xian walked over, looking over the other's shoulder, trying not to look at the spring scenery which seemed even more exaggerated from this angle. The white arc outlined the shape of the snow valley.

What was drawn on the drawing paper...Oreki Gen could tell it at a glance.

The other person did have a unique talent in painting, so Oreki Gen could tell at a glance that the person he was painting was actually his sister Oreki Sakura.

There was no color on the Sakura Oreki on the drawing paper, it seemed that only the lines were outlined, and it looked a little rough. It was understandable in such a short time, but just a few simple strokes had already depicted the charm of his sister.

That youthful and innocent smile, that bright and brilliant temperament.

Especially those eyes, which are the best proof.

"Ah."

Sakuraba Jianyue replied casually, then outlined the girl's bangs with a few strokes, lightly and freely.

If Sakuraba Mizuki were put in ancient times, she would probably be that kind of unrestrained and talented woman?

You know what, she really has that kind of temperament.

Oreki asked curiously.

"Why are you drawing Sakura?"

Sakuraba Jianyue didn't look up, concentrating on the last detail in front of him, but it was not difficult to do two things at once.

"In the past, when there were no photographs, when a family member passed away, were the pictures hanging on the walls portraits?"

"...Not really, right?"

Oreki Xian broke out in a cold sweat.

It's only been a short time, and you're already thinking about drawing a portrait for someone's deceased father? Isn't that a little bit perverted?

Sakuraba Mizuki smiled, and he knew what Oreki Gen was thinking without even looking at him.

"Don't worry, I'm just joking with you."

"My heart is not very good, so I can't make some jokes."

Oreki Gen let out a long sigh of relief.

After Sakuraba Mitsuki finished outlining the shadow of the girl's hair, she put down her pen, and the rotating chair turned with her body. She looked at Oreki Gen and tilted her head slightly.

"If I really have such a plan, what will you do?"

She asked without a smile, and it seemed very genuine.

Oreki Gen shook his head.

"You wouldn't do such a thing."

Sakuraba Mitsuki also shook his head.

"I'm not asking you to believe or not believe that I would do such a thing, I'm asking you to assume that if I did such a thing."

Oreki Gen didn't hesitate too much.

"I will not let her be in danger. I will use everything in me to stop this, no matter who it is."

"Even if it's me?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki smiled and looked at the other person, but his narrowed eyes could not give Oreki Gen the slightest sense of security.

Oreki looked directly into the other person's eyes.

"Even if it's you."

Sakuraba Mitsuki leaned back in his chair, his magnificent chest slightly raised.

She looked at the boy.

"It seems that this is your bottom line...but shouldn't your bottom line only be with me?"

"There's no rule that people can only have one bottom line, right? People are so complicated that no one can explain them clearly."

Sakuraba Mitsuki didn't seem angry or surprised at her answer.

She just thought about it and said.

"But your bottom line towards her, is it really just that of a brother towards his sister?"

"I think it is."

“What if one day that changes?”

"Then we'll wait until that day comes. I don't know."

"I hate unsteady men, Oreki Gen, do you like to be indecisive in your relationships? You should know that such people often end up badly, either dying at the hands of a woman or because of a woman. So I don't think the protagonist in such an ending can be called a hero."

She seemed to be very disdainful of such things.

Taking all the tenderness and difficult choices as the indecision of a scumbag is the fatal weakness of a man with a weak mind.

Oreki Gen smiled.

He watched the girl slowly raise her slender white legs in front of him. She was not wearing socks. As she raised her legs, her skirt fell slightly along her silky skin.

At a glance you can see a place with more infinite spring scenery.

Of course there are no safety pants.

It's just that even the shape of the wooden string is very familiar.

But at this time, Oreki Gen just stretched out his hand and familiarly held the other person's crystal clear feet. They were a little cold, as if this warm room could not warm her feet.

"This world has never forced anyone to be a hero, right? I don't want to be a hero either. I just want to live a good life, a happy life. That's all."

Gently knead the other person's soles with your fingers, and use your red and tender hands to slightly warm them up, as if to warm the coldest part of the other person.

But is it her feet or the heart hidden in her chest that is coldest?

Sakuraba Mitsuki narrowed her eyes and looked at Oreki Ken. She was undeniably comfortable now, especially when the boy's big hands covered her feet, warmth spread throughout her body sincerely.

He always brings me incomparable experiences, things that other people would never dare to think about.

But the fair thing is that what I gave him was also unique and unparalleled in the world.

The best proof is myself, called Sakuraba Mizuki.

"If this is really your dream... then you should be better behaved."

Oreki Gen thought about it for a moment.

“Maybe add a little greed?”