Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

The little girl smiled slightly, and said something to the man that made him feel hot all over:

"But uncle, you don't seem to be able to live much longer?"

After the words fell, the man's mind instantly woke up.

Raising his hand, what caught his eye was wrinkled skin and dry skin.

Even though it was just a time for a conversation, he was as old as a dying old man.

"What exactly is going on?"

The man gasped and asked, what was spit out from his chest was not air, but black smoke.

There seemed to be a flame burning under the shriveled skin, which made him extremely painful.

Covering his throat, the man knelt down powerlessly on the ground.

The match in his hand was thrown not far away, and the flame on the head of the match was burning quietly, without any influence on the surrounding things.

"Cough cough!"

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

Although the man coughed violently, the flame on the match began to flicker.

Just like this flame. . . .

It is the fire of a man's life.

At some point, the flame of the match burst into flames.

A hot flame suddenly ignited from the man kneeling on the ground.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The howling man rolled on the ground, but there was no trace left on the ground.

Lifting his head with difficulty, what the man saw was not a cute little girl, but a scorched black corpse.

The scorched corpse gave him a gentle smile, just like that little girl.

Soon, the flames were extinguished.

Gently sweeping away the black ash on the ground, the little girl picked up a few matches and put them into the basket.

The little match girl died in that cold night.

However, when people found her body, they were surprised to find that she was burned to death.

On that cold night, the little girl lit matches one by one in order to seek warmth.

In the end, she burned herself like a match.

Humming a happy ditty, the little girl left the park.

Chapter 320 Meeting the Parents

"Ding dong~"

"I'm coming."

After the doorbell rang, Yui Hirasawa immediately put down the guitar in his hand and trotted all the way to the door.

"Mom, let me come."

After talking to his mother, Yui Hirasawa stepped out of the entrance on slippers.

Because it is well taken care of at ordinary times, the courtyard of Pingze Yui's house is quite clean.

Even running barefoot is not a big problem.

"Good morning, Zhen."

After opening the door, Hirasawa said happily to Luo Zhen.

Naturally ignoring Hirasawa Yui's messy hairstyle, Luo Zhen said to Hirasawa Yui:

"Good morning."

After leading Luo Zhen into the house, Hirasawa Yui kept talking to Luo Zhen.

Speaking of this, Yui Hirasawa felt that he had endless things to say.

"Wei, go and wash up first."

Before he could say a few words, Yui Hirasawa was stopped by a mature lady.

This is Yui Hirasawa's mother, who is very similar to Yui Hirasawa in terms of hair color and face.

Especially when smiling, Luo Zhen felt as if he saw an enlarged version of Hirasawa Yui.

When the two laughed, they were completely carved out of the same mold.

However, there is no similarity between the two in terms of temperament.

Hirasawa Yui is the kind who looks silly and very happy.

Mrs. Hirasawa is a very gentle feeling.

Well, forgive Luo Zhen for his lack of words, he can only come up with this kind of adjective.

Maybe there is another Yamato Nadeko who can describe it?

I don't know how many times Luo Zhen felt that his vocabulary was lacking, and decided to improve himself after going back.

"It's Senior Luo Zhen."

Ping Zewei's face poked out the girl with eight points of imagination.

This is Hirasawa Yui's younger sister Hirasawa Yuu.

A lively and cheerful girl, her personality is much more mature than Yui Hirasawa's.

Sometimes Luo Zhen thinks that Hirasawa Yuu is the older sister.

After all, Yui Hirasawa is usually taking care of Yui Hirasawa, and Yui Hirasawa is even making lunch lunch.

Hirasawa Yui, the elder sister, is only responsible for enjoying the care of her younger sister.

The three women of the Hirasawa family.

The mother is gentle, the elder sister is silly, and the younger sister is steady.

Three people, three personalities.

To put it bluntly, Hirasawa Yu's character is more like a mother.

"Sister! Hurry up and wash up!"

Yui Hirasawa who was being pushed by Yuu Hirasawa stood in front of the sink in a daze.

Although she also knew that Luo Zhen was going to be a guest today, she had to get up early in the morning to wash up.

But she just can't get up!

Even though Hirasawa Yuu had yelled several times, it was still the same.

The quilt was too warm and comfortable.

"I'm sorry Senior Luo Zhen, my sister practiced guitar a little late last night."

This is a lie.

Hirasawa Yui was busy playing last night and didn't practice at all.

This is just an excuse Hirasawa Yu made for his sister.

For this unreliable elder sister, Hirasawa Yuu really broke his heart.

"nothing."

Smiling, Luo Zhen lifted up the fruit in his hand and said:

"I bought this on the way, please accept it."

"Ah, thanks."

Before his mother could speak, Hirasawa Yuu took the fruit.

Yu Hirasawa is also a frequent visitor to Qingyin Club because she often needs to give things to her sloppy sister.

He is also often fed (crossed out) by Qin Chui, and invited by Qin Chui to eat some snacks.

Luo Zhen, a boy who has a good relationship with his sister, is also very familiar.

Although she hasn't been in contact for a long time, she can also feel that Luo Zhen is a nice person.

Otherwise, she wouldn't worry about her silly sister.

"Worry, go and see Wei."

Mrs. Hirasawa said to Yu Hirasawa.

She is also very curious about this boy.

After all, Hirasawa Yui didn't have many male friends since she was a child.

This time, I suddenly heard that my silly daughter actually has a very close male classmate, and I have known him since junior high school.

Mrs. Hirasawa was naturally curious.

"Ok."

Nodding, Hirasawa Yu trotted into the bathroom.

Then Hirasawa Yui's complaining voice came from the bathroom, and Hirasawa Yui's vague excuses.

In fact, the voices of the two of them are not loud, but Luo Zhen's hearing is really good.

Even if you don't listen to much, you can hear some.

"Please sit down."

Sitting on the sofa, Luo Zhen couldn't find anything to talk about for a while.

Maybe Joseph would be very surprised if he was there.