Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

Sakuraba Mitsuki wrinkled her nose cutely. It was the first time she saw the other person with such an expression.

It seems like dissatisfaction, like incomprehension, but there seems to be no way to refuse the helplessness.

That's right, she didn't understand this kind of family love.

The family love that should exist in the world of ordinary people.

"Then I can just give you a dad and a car."

She said so.

Oreki Gen's eyes widened: "Don't do that."

"what happened again?"

"You want to scare him to death? He has never ridden in a luxury car in his life, and he has never expected to be rich. His only wish is for his family to be safe and healthy. If you do this, he will only think that I am doing something bad outside, or that I have kidnapped a rich girl. Won't he beat me to death?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki was even more confused. She should be surprised by such a gift, so why would she be shocked?

In response to this, Sakuraba Kentsuki turned his head and expressed his own opinion.

"Strange father and son."

Oreki Gen smiled, leaned back in his chair and raised his head.

"Maybe, but they are just ordinary father and son."

"So what kind of person is your father?"

"My dad...how should I put it, he's boring, but...very cute."

"cute?"

"yes..."

-

"Sakura, don't tell Dad that you took so long to get dressed and that you won't come with me to pick up your brother."

The middle-aged man in an old-fashioned polo shirt didn't have anything special to wear. He had a strong body, but his face was full of wrinkles and wrinkles, and many old scars could be seen on his exposed arms.

Facing this door, Oreki Haruzan said helplessly.

A tender girl's voice came from inside.

"Of course! I haven't decided what to wear yet... Dad, you can just go and pick it up. Going out will ruin my makeup. It's so hot."

"...What are you going to dress up for when you meet your brother?"

"Oh, Dad, you don't understand! Go pick it up quickly, it's getting late!"

"knew..."

Oreki Haruzan is a fairly famous man in the nearby village. He is famous not because of how handsome he was when he was young. On the contrary, he is obviously very handsome, and he was familiar with crafts such as carpentry, masonry, and welding when he was young. However, he ended up marrying a woman who was ordinary in both family background and appearance.

And he has never done anything dishonest, not even having a habit of playing cards.

He is not good at dealing with people with fancy words and is surprisingly honest, to the point where he is even described as dull and unsophisticated.

This middle-aged man who supported a family with his own hands, suffered many injuries, but still adopted an orphan, calmly went downstairs, drove his car which he had been driving for who knows how many years, started from the yard, and drove towards the only Shinkansen station in Baishe Township.

He didn't have much expression, and even looked a little stiff when he arrived at a crowded station.

He looked at the crowds of people dragging their luggage out of the exit.

In slight thinking.

What does that boy look like now? Has he grown taller? Has he gotten a tan? I heard that the sun in Sakura City is very strong.

But it doesn’t matter. Men who are darker look more manly.

It should be like yourself.

So what should you say when you meet?

The man frowned slightly.

A hug?

Forget it, that's too pretentious. I can't do such a thing. It's too weird for two men to meet and hug each other, even if they are father and son.

I patted him on the shoulder and said he had grown a little taller.

That's it.

The man didn't imagine too many plots, but he didn't know why he felt inexplicably nervous.

I felt a little irritable and wanted to smoke a cigarette.

But he still restrained himself because time was running out.

Finally, he saw a familiar figure appear at the exit.

He immediately raised his hand and waved it with an unnatural expression.

“Oreki, over here!”

The handsome young man who had just left the station heard something instantly, looked over, and then smiled. He walked towards here slowly.

Oreki Haruzan raised his arm, wanting to pat the boy's shoulder as he had expected, but he didn't expect what happened next.

"boom!"

The young man stretched out his hands and hugged himself.

Oreki Haruzan was stunned. What was this?

He felt extremely uncomfortable, but he also felt that the boy seemed to have become much stronger.

This made him feel somewhat relieved.

He looked at his son who was so close and seemed to have become even more handsome, and was about to say something.

But suddenly I heard another voice.

"Hello uncle, I'm Sakuraba Mizuki, Oreki Gen's girlfriend."

Oreki Haruzan originally thought this was some kind of prank, but he never expected that the moment he turned around and looked at the other person.

But he saw an unimaginable beautiful girl who should not appear in the real world looking at him with a calm expression.

Oreki Haruzan was stunned for a moment, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.

Such a beautiful girl, and you say she is your son’s girlfriend?

Not only is she good-looking, but she's also so elegant?

The way she dresses... she doesn't look like an ordinary girl at all! How can a pig raised at home get such a cabbage?!

There’s no smoke coming out of the ancestral grave!

And he said she was his girlfriend? Wait... could it be...

He immediately turned to look at Oreki Gen.

"Snapped!"

He slapped the boy on the back of the head.

"Have you committed a crime, kid?!"

"Hiss...what!"

I knew it, the boy rubbed his head and grimaced.

Just say it would be scary!

The boy sighed helplessly: "She's not my girlfriend, she's just a classmate... She said she was too bored at home and came to our place to see the scenery..."

Oreki Haruzan looked at his son, then looked uncertainly at Sakuraba Mitsuki who seemed very cold, noble and had a unique temperament.

"Well... Miss, if my son committed any crime, even against the law... I would definitely not protect him. I would cooperate with you to put justice above all else and let him reform as soon as possible. But if possible, I hope you can give my son a chance..."

Oreki Gen: ...Who is your son?!

Meanwhile, in that room.

She is an exceptionally tall girl with perfectly proportioned body and a pair of extremely long legs.

She kept looking at the mirror in front of her, fiddling with her posture and her dress, and posing in various positions, just like a model practicing.

She looked slightly distressed.

"Wouldn't that be too childish?"

But soon her distress automatically disappeared and she revealed a smug smile.

"Why do you have to dress up so nicely for your stinky brother? He has never seen a beautiful girl. If he had a sister like me, he would wake up laughing in his dreams~"

She hummed a little tune and admired her face in the mirror again. Although it looked a little immature, it was already incredibly beautiful.

Oreki Sakura raised her eyebrows, then looked at the family photo on the table...

"Hmph~ You're so beautiful!"

(Originally it should be two chapters, but it doesn’t make sense to separate them, and since it’s a transitional chapter, I didn’t want to waste everyone’s patience, so I combined them together, so it’s more than 4,000 words~ I’ll see if I can add more tomorrow~)

2: Fighting? (Additional chapter 14!)

It took Oreki Gen a little time to explain clearly, but of course, he couldn't tell the truth completely.

After all, the relationship between him and this beautiful girl from Sakura City named Sakuraba Mizuki is so complicated that it can be made into a TV series.

He just said that this girl was a classmate and friend he met at school. He had nothing to do during the summer vacation, and his hobby happened to be painting, so he followed Oreki Gen to Baishe Township to take some pictures and avoid the heat.

This explanation was not very good, and it was full of loopholes. Oreki Haruyama looked at his son with a suspicious look in his eyes.

But what can we do?

You can't really do something like killing your own relatives for the sake of justice, right? Besides, this girl is indeed special enough.

Although I can't imagine how it could be related to my son...

She has a unique temperament and she is not nervous at all when looking at me. She has the aura of a young lady. Even Oreki Haruyama needs to be cautious and polite when facing this girl.

Before getting into his old Sylphy, Oreki Haruyama felt a little embarrassed.

Oreki Gen felt familiar with the car, but he thought that Sakuraba Mitsuki would probably just turn around and leave when he saw the old and narrow car.

However, he didn't expect that the girl would turn her head and look at him first.

　 "Where's your coat?"

"..."

Things had come to this point, and Oreki Ken naturally couldn't really let the girl take another car by herself. He had no choice but to sacrifice his coat again and become the girl's cushion.

Oreki Haruyama looked at the two young men through the rearview mirror.

Even though I am knowledgeable and experienced, I still can't figure out the relationship between these two people.

They were just ordinary classmates... How could that be possible? A young lady came all the way to Baishe Township with her son.

They could be a possible couple...but there didn't seem to be any more intimate actions, and the emotions her son showed seemed more like helplessness.

All in all, maybe I don’t understand today’s young people.

Oreki Haruyama, who was not very good at socializing, just drove the car obediently. It was not his job to gather information.

Gradually, the car left the station where the crowds were still quite dense and began to head towards the narrow and rugged countryside.

It can be seen that things like tall buildings have disappeared without a trace. At this time before dusk, the light is at its best.

You can clearly see the green mountains and large tracts of farmland in the distance.

It seemed as if the breath of the countryside could penetrate the glass, and the fresh air seemed completely different from the cherry blossoms.

Although Sakuraba Mizuki is not a person who likes to follow the trend, but looking at such a wide view and the blue sky and white clouds in the distance without any obstruction, she truly felt an indescribable sense of freedom.

The further away from the urban feeling, the deeper you go into the countryside, among the countless farmhouses.

The boy next to me seemed to be becoming more and more dull, and it seemed that I had never noticed such a temperament in this boy before.

What to say.