The king of the net relies on Echizen Ryoma

Chapter 386 Life After Marriage
Chapter 386 Life After Marriage
In the bedroom of a second-floor apartment in New York, USA, the cool breeze of early autumn blows into the room through the open windows, and the warm yellow gauze curtains are blown away.

There are a few chrysanthemums in full bloom in the vase placed on the window sill. The light pink slender petals are extremely rare. When the wind blows, the unique and elegant fragrance of chrysanthemums permeates the entire bedroom, refreshing.

On the large bed, the girl was curled up in a corner and fell asleep, her purple-gray long hair messily scattered on the sheet, her breathing was steady.

Perhaps feeling the sudden coolness in the air, she opened her eyes in a daze, pulled up the quilt that slid down to her waist and wrapped herself tightly, and soon fell asleep again .

Soon, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and a boy with dark green hair came in from outside. Unlike the girl who was still sleeping in pajamas, he was fully dressed and seemed to be about to go out.

He walked to the bed, pushed the "weird rice dumpling" on the bed, and sighed lightly, "How long will you sleep? Wake up."

After finishing speaking, the girl moved, turned over and changed her position again, narrowing her eyes lazily and frowning dissatisfiedly, muttering "No, I haven't slept enough..."

"Get up quickly." The boy involuntarily tore off her quilt and pulled her out.

But she closed her eyes recklessly and was still in a state of confusion. She fell forward and fell into the boy's arms, and continued to sleep with her head covered.

The young man looked helplessly at the person who collapsed in his arms... It seemed that normal methods of waking up were useless to her.

So he had no choice but to take out his trump card, leaned into the girl's ear and said semi-threateningly, "If you don't get up, then I will fly to France by myself in a while."

As soon as the words fell, the girl who was still wandering in the dream one second suddenly jumped up from his arms like chicken blood, and the boss stared at the light gray eyes, "Don't, I'm going! I'm going now! Just get up!"

Before she finished speaking, she jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom in a panic.

Looking in the direction of the bathroom, the boy smiled and shook his head, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

When Hotaru finished dressing and went downstairs, the Echizen family was already seated at the dining table. Rinko brought a few cups of hot milk from the kitchen, and when she saw her, she immediately smiled kindly, "Xiaoying is awake!" , Just in time, breakfast is ready, come and eat quickly."

"Yeah." She nodded obediently, and walked towards the dining table. When she passed by Nanjiro's seat, she saw that he was setting up the newspaper on the table in a serious manner, with his whole head buried in the newspaper, and from time to time, he would make obscene smiles. Voice.

Needless to say, he must be peeking at H Magazine again.

As usual, she leaned over like a child, and whispered behind him, "Ah? Old man... Aunt Lunzi is looking at you..."

After finishing speaking, she immediately ran back to her seat, propped her chin up with her hands and grinned sinisterly at Nanjiro who was frightened. The dimples on her cheeks showed that her smile was extra sweet, but only Nan Jiro knew that since his daughter-in-law got married, she took pleasure in scaring him every day, and she never tired of it.

He really inherited his son's advantage of always using H magazines to threaten him, and further developed it...

"Damn it, Xiaoying, you lied to me again?" Nanjiro put down the newspaper sadly, and wanted to teach this girl who didn't know how to improve, but he didn't dare to do it with Rinko and his son by his side, so he had to endure it.

Hotaru blinked harmlessly at Nanjiro, shrugged and said, "If you didn't do something wrong, old man, why would you be afraid of me scaring you? Hey, Ryoma?"

Ryoma was sitting quietly eating his own breakfast. Two big cats, Carubin and Kebin, were rubbing against his ankles on the ground. He raised his head and said "MADAMADADANE."

He has long disdained to care about the quarrels between his father and Xiaoying. Xiaoying is okay to say, because she is young, and she is also the kind of character who likes to play pranks, but her father is so old It's simply incomprehensible to make trouble with her.

Hotaru, who had lost interest, stuck out her tongue in displeasure, and was no longer prepared to continue arguing with Echizen Nanjiro.

In fact, there is a reason why she likes playing tricks on her current "father-in-law" so much.

I still remember that after she was kicked out of Atobe's house two months ago, Ryoma returned to New York with her and two cats.

Rinko was visibly surprised when Ryoma brought her back, but soon realized that this was the last choice her son made.

She felt sincerely relieved that the relationship between the two had finally settled after going through so many ups and downs, and she took on the role of mother-in-law very enthusiastically.

But Nanjiro was different, when he saw her for the first time, he smiled obscenely, and she still remembered clearly what he said.

"Youth, have you finally decided? Haha... I knew you would choose Xiaoying in the end. Since the Atobe family has no objections...you should have done everything you should do, right? Hmm...then Just get married!"

What should be done should have already been done?
She almost died of anger when she heard this sentence.

Later, he learned from Ryoma that what they did on the night of her escape from marriage was all told by Nanjiro the day before he returned to Japan!And he also said something that was quite irresponsible and misleading to pure children!
Teenagers, if you want to get Xiaoying back, you must learn to eat each other up when necessary...

You don't need to think about it, but you know that when you say this, Nanjiro must be laughing in an unprecedentedly wretched way.

No wonder Ryoma didn't hesitate at all when he was doing that kind of thing for the first time. Although it was jerky, the process was exceptionally smooth. It turns out... It turned out that it was taught to him by Nanjiro himself!
This old man!

Are you not afraid that your son will use this kind of impure knowledge to go out and do bad things?
Of course, her dear Ryoma would not go out and do bad things, that was another matter.

So after marriage, when she learned that she would change her name to Echizen Hotaru, she felt an unprecedented excitement in her heart!
Because they are in the United States, the two of them have relatively few friends here, but they can't go back to Japan to show off when they get married, so there is only one ceremony for this wedding, and there is no grand and gorgeous wedding banquet.

But it doesn't matter to them, as long as they can be together, everything is nothingness, it's better to be simple than flashy.

So, two months later, that is, now, after Longma finished the U.S. Open not long ago and won the championship without any accidents, he finally decided to accompany her to France for a long-lost trip, which can be regarded as compensation for his post-marriage The vacancy of being in the game all the time and not having time to hang out with her.

If there is any place in France that is most attractive, people will say the name of the capital Paris without hesitation, because there is the Eiffel Tower in the civilized world.

Of course, in addition to the Eiffel Tower, Paris also has many fascinating attractions such as the Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral, and the Arc de Triomphe.If tourists who go to Paris do not visit these places once, they will definitely leave great regrets.

However, after Hotaru and Ryoma arrived in France, they did not visit Paris for the first time, but directly transferred to Provence in southeastern France.

I heard that there is also a very romantic alias called "the hometown of lavender".

People always yearn for romance, especially girls, and Firefly is no exception.

Anyone standing in the endless sea of ​​blue-purple lavender flowers facing the breeze will be dazzled by the incomparably gorgeous scenery, and will even have a sense of attachment that never wants to leave.

It's a pity that due to the late season, the lavender in Provence is far less attractive than the blooming period, and even the lavender in some areas has withered, leaving only large patches of green, which is extremely monotonous.

The two searched for a long time before they found a field of lavender flowers that was still open.

The girl stood at the end of the flower field. She wore the same pure white sun hat on her head. The wind blew up her white skirt, and her hat was almost blown off. She pressed the hat with her hand and looked around in surprise. Go, the blue-purple ocean stretches from the foot to the distance, until it disappears under the shimmering light in the distance.

She had never seen such a large sea of ​​lavender flowers!

For the first time, she discovered that there is also a kind of flower, which is small and exquisite, delicate and elegant, but it is more fascinating than the fiery red rose.

The surrounding air seemed to be filled with the light scent of lavender. Taking a deep breath, she smiled contentedly.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she excitedly grabbed the sleeve of the boy next to her, like a child finding her favorite toy, lost interest, "Hey, Ryoma! Isn't it beautiful!? Really beautiful Ah... I've never seen so many flowers!"

In the past, Keigo Atobe often liked to plant roses in the garden, but even so, she had never seen such a magnificent sea of ​​flowers in her garden at home.

Ryoma lovingly rubbed her hair, raised the corners of his lips, and nodded slightly.

It's really beautiful, so beautiful that even he is a little obsessed with it.

However, seeing her such a happy smile made him feel far more satisfied than seeing this beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

Hotaru squatted down, stroking the small purple-blue flowers near her feet, carefully picked off a cluster, and put it in front of her nose to smell its fragrance. After a long time, she reluctantly stuffed it into Ryoma's hand." ...Have you heard of Ryoma? There is a legend about lavender..."

She tilted her head and looked at him playfully, her eyes were filled with starlight, which was incomparably brighter. Regardless of the family's objection, he insisted on keeping the young man at home to recover from his injuries. Later, the young man's injury healed, but the girl fell in love with him irresistibly..."

Having said that, she looked at the young man opposite again, and after successfully noticing his probing eyes, she smiled and continued, "Until the day the young man was about to leave, the girl finally decided to leave with the young man. An old woman handed a young girl a bouquet of lavender flowers before she left, and asked her to use the bouquet of lavender flowers to test the sincerity of the young man."

"So in a valley full of lavender in the early morning, the girl threw a large bouquet of lavender flowers on the young man, and just like that, the young man turned into a puff of purple smoke, gathering and dispersing, leaving only the lonely figure of the girl alone. Disappointed, not long after, the girl disappeared. Some people said that she followed the fragrance of flowers to find the young man, while others said that she was also transformed into a wisp of green smoke by the young man and disappeared in the valley."

"I remember reading a book that said that lavender represents love and commitment, just like its words...waiting for love." After telling the legend of lavender melancholy, Hotaru slowly wrapped her arms around Ryoma's He leaned his head against his neck, listening to the solid and powerful heartbeat coming from his chest.

"Waiting for love?" Long Ma looked at the little flower in his hand, feeling puzzled.

"Well, although lavender is beautiful, I don't think it's suitable for us..." Hotaru took the flower in Ryoma's hand, carefully pinned it on the pure white hat, and smiled brighter under the boy's strange eyes." Because I've been waiting for love..."

"Also, Ryoma, you won't disappear suddenly like the legendary youth, will you?"

"Don't keep thinking wildly, it's just a legend." He embraced her again and said calmly.

"I'm not thinking wildly..." Yingying got out of his arms dissatisfied, pursed her lips and complained, but soon, her thoughts were pulled away again, a silver light flashed in her eyes, she was excited Pulling his arm, he left the purple-blue sea of ​​flowers full of lavender involuntarily, but he kept complaining that he walked too slowly.

So for the next whole day, Ryoma took Hotaru through the streets and alleys of Provence, seeing all kinds of strange people and things.

I have to admit that although Provence is famous for its rich lavender, the various delicacies with strong regional colors here are also a highlight that can attract most tourists' attention.

For example, the French bread made with tapenade, the "cream" mixed with mayonnaise and garlic, and the most famous local bouillabaisse, all of which made Hotaru very satisfied and happy to eat, and praised it again and again Can't stop talking.

Unlike Hotaru, Ryoma has participated in the French Open twice before, and has already been to France at that time, and will stay here for a long time after each match. France should have been a place he has visited many times, even if he has not The United States and Japan are familiar, but they are no longer unfamiliar.

This time the location of the trip was chosen entirely according to her preferences. To be honest, he didn't really find it very interesting before coming here, but after coming here, he realized that compared with the previous two times, this time he really wanted to go. Much easier and happier than ever before.

In fact, sometimes, people are so easily satisfied. Beautiful scenery and delicious food can make a person smile from the bottom of his heart.

When you really wait for love, you will find that as long as you are with the one you love, everything you experience can be regarded as a beautiful memory and cherished doubly.

After staying in Provence for nearly three days, the two finally decided to get on the right track and visit Paris, the capital of France.

After all, she finally came to France, and going to Provence to see lavender is just a branch of the trip, and the Eiffel Tower in the capital is also what she most wants to see with her own eyes.

After arriving in Paris, the two booked a room at the hotel and started their tour in Paris.

If she had longed for and admired the buildings she had seen on TV and books before, then when she saw them with her own eyes, she was not only yearning for and worshiping them, but joy, excitement and satisfaction.

Ryoma is no different from the best playmate on a foreign trip, because tennis matches need to travel around the world, he is very familiar with most countries, and although he seems indifferent to everything, once he is careful, he can Reached a point where anyone would be amazed.

He would give her a bottle of water when she felt thirsty, he would take her straight to American Street when she felt hungry, and he would propose a rest when she felt tired.

In a few days, they visited various interesting attractions in Paris.

"Ryoma Ryoma! Come here!" Yingying stood in front of a bronze statue and waved to Ryoma. The bright sun shone on her face, and the light gray eyes shone with unconcealable brilliance.

Ryoma walked over and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, "Are you tired?"

She nodded pitifully, hugged his neck and rubbed against his shoulder, and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm tired, I'm tired... Longma, can you carry me on your back?"

Longma hesitated for a while, looked around at the passers-by coming and going, and turned his head reluctantly, allowing her to rub against him, "There are too many people here..."

"What does that matter..." She pretended to be angry and got up from his shoulders, turning around and ignoring him.

Ryoma had no choice but to resign himself to his fate, went around and knelt down in front of her.

Yingying looked at him amusedly at how helpless he finally chose to compromise, and knowingly patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What is this for?"

"Didn't you want me to recite it?" His voice was muffled, as if he was extremely reluctant, and even the roots of his ears were a little red.Because just after he squatted down, the eyes of the surrounding tourists began to glance at them from time to time, and he didn't feel the girl's movements for a long time. He was obviously dissatisfied and said, "It's fine if I don't want to recite it."

After all, as soon as he got ready, he felt a sudden warmth on his back. Yingying lay on his back and closed his eyes with great enjoyment, "I didn't say I don't want you to carry it..."

Carefully took hold of her leg, and carried her up steadily... so light.

I really don't understand where she usually eats so much food, why not only is she stunted, but she doesn't even gain weight?She has always been so thin and weak, and those who didn't know thought she was being abused.

Of course, this complaint is purely in someone's heart.

Carrying her on the sidewalk on the sidewalk of Paris, he walked straight towards the hotel, ignoring the envious and probing eyes of passers-by around him.

"Hey, Ryoma, let's go back to America the day after tomorrow."

"Have enough fun?"

"Well, I want to go back to the United States to rest for a while, and then go back to Japan to see my brother."

"If there is no game, I will go back with you."

"Um……"

"Where do you want to go tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Well... let's play tennis! I haven't played tennis in a long time."

Early the next morning, the two took their rackets to the street tennis courts in Paris.

To be honest, public places like street tennis courts can be seen everywhere, especially in one of the four major tennis tournaments, where they are an indispensable part.

Fortunately, when Longma came, they habitually brought rackets, otherwise they could only go to the tennis club. I don’t know why, but I always feel that playing in a tennis club is more restrained than playing in a street tennis court. It may be because I am used to the free atmosphere of street tennis courts, so I am particularly sensitive to restraint.

Because I came early, there were not many people in the street tennis court. Ryoma put the bag on the chair, took out two rackets from the ball bag, and handed one to Hotaru, "My racket is relatively heavy."

"It's okay, it's just for fun anyway." She smiled at him, and began to try to swing the racket in her hand. After only a few swings, she muttered with a mournful face, "Ah, I don't feel anything at all."

"I haven't touched it for three years, how could I feel it right away." Longma walked over to help her tidy up the net cable on the racket, and then put it back in her hand. "Get used to it slowly."

She stuck out her tongue, feeling extremely regretful.

If I had known it earlier, I would not have come to play tennis. The process of slowly mastering the feeling is so boring. With so much time, I might as well go shopping. However, since I have already come, there is no reason to leave immediately.

At this time, she suddenly heard the sound of hitting a ball not far away.

It was a very familiar voice. She held the racket and walked over to find the source of the voice. Ryoma saw her running away suddenly, and didn't know what she suddenly became interested in, so he had to follow silently.

Passing through the B field in the middle, the two saw a group of children who seemed to be only seven or eight years old at the end of the field C.

In a uniform movement, several children stood in a row, holding rackets in their hands, and kept hitting the small ball in front of them. The small ball was hit against the wall and bounced back, and they hit it back again.

Practice hitting against a wall?

Hotaru blinked in surprise. She didn't expect that French children are so keen on tennis. She turned her head to look at Ryoma, and said with a smile, "These children are very similar to you..."

After all, after seeing Ryoma's puzzled expression, she smiled even more happily, "Isn't it like that? When I first saw you, you were also practicing hitting against the wall, but you were alone , They are a group of people, and your game skills at that time were much worse than these kids."

At the end, she couldn't help covering her mouth and giggling.

Ryoma depressed the brim of his hat, and threw her a sentence "They are still MADAMADADANE." He walked towards the group of children who were practicing batting, and chatted with them after a while.

Looking at the excited eyes of the children after seeing Ryoma, and then gathered around him asking questions, Hotaru guessed that they must have recognized the person in front of them as Echizen who dominated the US Open again not long ago. Ryoma, that's why he acted as excited as if he saw an idol.

Ying was taken aback, and couldn't help thinking that maybe he was embarrassed by what she said, or maybe it was because he felt very kind after seeing these children's obsession with tennis?Otherwise, with his personality, he would not take the initiative to talk to a group of strange children.

So for the next half a day, the two voluntarily taught this group of children about tennis skills.

Listening to the group of children saying "Brother Longma" and "Sister Ying", Ying couldn't help but feel very comfortable, and smiled very kindly and brightly.

It's no wonder that after they got married, they were still called elder brothers and sisters by children eleven or twelve years younger than them, thanks to the fact that the two of them didn't look very mature.

After getting along for a day, Hotaru finally regained her feeling for tennis, and by the way, she discovered another side of Ryoma, that is, he is very patient when dealing with children, which is really unbelievable.

It can be seen that the harvest on the last day in France is not small.

Back at the hotel in the evening, after taking a shower, Hotaru sat on the bed and watched Ryoma pack up and salute. The flight back to the United States was booked yesterday, and the plane at noon tomorrow, so I had to pack up and salute in advance, otherwise it would be too late.

"Ryoma, I want to go to Italy next time." She lay on the bedside and watched Ryoma put the tennis racket into the suitcase, and squinted her eyes longingly, "Venice, the city of water, is really romantic, I want to see it."

"Aren't you going back to Japan first?"

"That's right, I'm only going back to Japan to visit my brother, and you must really want to see Senior Taocheng and the others, but you don't have to stay for too long..." She tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "If you have a competition , it doesn’t matter if the plan is delayed.”

"There shouldn't be any big competitions until the end of the year." In between speaking, Ryoma had already packed up and saluted, put the suitcase beside the bed, came over and sat down.

Hotaru's eyes lit up, "So you can go to Italy in winter?"

"As long as you're not afraid of the cold."

"Of course I'm not afraid of the cold." She leaned over and hugged his neck and kissed his side face. "I knew you were the best."

After successfully eating someone's tofu, Hotaru suddenly recalled the way Ryoma got along with the group of children in the morning. It was indeed not in general harmony, and even though he seemed reluctant to hold back the various demands of those children, face, but also followed suit one by one.

The most important thing is that he took the initiative to ask to guide those children who he said were still MADAMADADANE.

Thinking of this, the knot in my heart that I always felt that something was missing after more than a month of marriage was finally opened...

She suddenly sat upright with a serious face, "Ryoma, Ryoma! I want a child." After saying this, she was not only not shy, but stared straight into Ryoma's eyes. expectations.

At this time, she really didn't think much in her heart, and always felt that if there was a child, the picture of Longma getting along with the child must be very loving.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but come up with this idea. Besides, having a child after getting married should be a normal order in her eyes.

Ryoma was startled, and suddenly lowered his voice and asked her, "Do you really want it?"

"Yeah!" She nodded with a smile.

Then, unexpectedly, he suddenly turned around and pressed her whole body on the bed, followed by a breathless and passionate kiss.

"Hey, hey...Although I said I want a child, I didn't say I want it now!"

"It's the same all the time."

"But...but we have to get up early tomorrow!"

"I'll wake you up."

"No, it will hurt!"

"to beat."

She finally discovered that no matter how calm and introverted, cold and aloof, and indifferent to everything, when encountering such a problem, a person will directly transform into an unstoppable hungry wolf!

After that, no matter what excuses she made up, he stopped talking, and instead concentrated on working hard for their baby plan...

The lights in the room are very warm, and the sunset in the evening cuts through the sky red and red, as if trying to do everything in its power to bloom into flowers, which are beautiful and charming.

She looked at the pair of charming eyes facing her, and was willing to be intoxicated in it.

The days to come are still long.

They all understand that as long as they are with each other, that is the simplest happiness.

(End of this chapter)