I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Yu Quan and I, who were traveling with us, slept soundly all the way. Only Wuma Xingjin could see these scenery.

Wuma Xingjin couldn't help but wonder, is Senior Kobayakawa living in this moonlight like him at this moment?

Steam filled the air, and the train stopped slowly. After a brief stop, it drove off into the distance in a cloud of steam.

In the late night of winter, the platform was deserted, and only the arrival of two people broke the tranquility here.

The snow covered the tracks, and if you don't count the howling wind from time to time, the steam whistle of the train starting up is probably the only sound here.

Hokkaido is much colder than Tokyo and Kyoto. Even Yu Izumi, a native of Shobai Banner, Hokkaido, was so cold that he stomped his feet when the snow-covered wind blew. He held Wuma Xingjin's hand and trotted into the waiting train. hall.

The heater was still burning in the waiting room. There was a basket of coal next to the heater, and facing the heater was a long row of old benches.

Behind the long row of benches is the only reception window in the waiting room. There is an old man crawling inside and falling asleep.

The dim lighting effect of the chandelier was not as good as that of a heater, and the visibility was very poor, unable to fully illuminate the small waiting room.

The wind and snow whined, making the windows tremble, and the gaps between the newspapers were blown open to let out air.

Dilapidation is the most appropriate metaphor for this waiting hall, but no matter how dilapidated it is, it can still protect travelers from the cold.

Looking from the inside out, only a few scattered lights in the distance can be seen in the windows through the mist.

Wuma Xingjin shoveled a few pieces of coal and threw them into the heater. When the fire became more intense, he sat on the bench in the first row with Yu Quan and Wumei to warm their hands.

After a while, the heat transferred to the body through the heater, and it became slightly warmer. Wuma Xingjin took out a few pieces of sweet potatoes from his backpack, wrapped them in tin foil and threw them into the burning stove.

Yu Quangaimei leaned over with a smile: "I didn't expect my boyfriend to prepare everything. He even prepared my favorite roasted sweet potato."

"And it's like a treasure chest."

"If I were a brave man exploring the dungeon, I would definitely not let you, the treasure chest monster, go."

"Is there a monster as handsome as me?"

"Bah, bah, bah, don't be ashamed!"

Having said that, Yuquan Gami looked around and secretly kissed her beautiful boy.

Wuma Xingjin wiped his face and remained unmoved. He had to pay attention to the heat of the sweet potatoes at all times and must not be distracted.

"Why don't you talk to me~"

"..."

"You're just a log."

"No, don't touch!" Yu Quanwomei lowered his voice.

In order to prove his love, Wuma Xingjin took action, and the effect was very obvious. The latter honestly stopped causing trouble and squatted aside with his chest covered, like a groundhog.

Wait a moment and use the fire tongs to remove the sweet potatoes.

Peel off the tin foil, and the outer layer of the fragrant sweet potato is slightly burnt, revealing a bright yellow color, making it look like your index finger is wide open.

Yu Quanwomei couldn't wait to pick up a piece, and blew on it when it was hot. She put her white fingers on her cheek to cool down, and looked at Wuma Xingjin with watery eyes.

Wuma Xingjin laughed dumbly, sprinkled some sugar, dug out a piece of sweet potato with a wooden spoon, cooled it slightly and fed it to Yu Quan Wo Mei.

If you don't look at the age difference, Yuquan Wami looks more like a child being taken care of.

Yu Quan, I'm so beautiful, ate it in one bite, with a happy face:

"As expected, you should eat roasted sweet potatoes in winter."

“But sprinkle sugar on a baked sweet potato, that’s the abomination of dessert pie, it’s heresy!”

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Give me another spoonful..."

Chapter 151 What does it mean to steal a home?

The snow outside is falling harder and harder, and the weather is extremely bad. Only polar bears can go out in such heavy wind and snow.

"So what to do now?"

After eating half a piece of roasted sweet potato, Yu Quanwo Mei patted his belly, not worried about where he would end up tonight.

Anyway, in her opinion, as long as her boyfriend is here, all problems can be solved.

Leaving a piece of baked sweet potato for the old man behind the counter, Wuma Xingjin cleaned up the crime scene, patted his clothes and stood up.

There was a crunching sound of snow being crushed by winter wheels.

Car lights penetrated the snowy curtain.

A woman in a suit stepped out of the driver's seat. Her hair was tied up and she looked heroic. This woman was Zhu Qianhe.

Zhu Qianhe put his hands on his thighs and bowed: "I'm late."

Large swaths of snowflakes hung on Zhu Qianhe's hair and turned into silver frost. Wuma Xingjin put her back in the car and wiped the snowflakes on her hair with a towel. Zhu Qianhe was good at everything, but he was too stubborn.

"There's a lot of snow outside, there's no need to get out of the car."

"I can do it myself."

Zhu Qianhe's face turned red, and he wanted to take the towel, but when he touched Wuma Xingjin's hand, he shrank back as if he was electrocuted.

After receiving the order from the elders in the family, this woman from the Wu family, who was always known for her calmness, was so upset that she could not control herself when she saw Wuma Xingjin.

Why sacrifice one's own body for the happiness of the master's family?

It’s a shame they can tell!

But this young man had already seen her through. She was already a woman no one wanted.

Besides Wuma Xingjin, who else could she choose?

Besides, the eldest lady often wants her to help...

The single-threaded Zhuqianhe felt that his brain was about to burn out.

Tch~

Yu Quan Wo Mei was sitting in the back seat, a little dissatisfied. Is it too much to be affectionate in front of her?

I am a decent girlfriend, but this woman seems to be Kawaki Yoko's bodyguard, and she came out of nowhere. I really can't relax for a moment.

She took off her shoes, stepped on his shoulders with her pantyhose-wrapped feet and shook her, saying in a lazy voice:

"Let's find a place to rest first."

Zhu Qianhe said coldly: "Don't offend him."

"There are things between us that are more extreme than this." Yu Quanwomei raised his eyebrows: "Besides, my boyfriend likes me to do this."

"Are you right? Xingjin~"

Zhu Qianhe's eyes widened. How could anyone like feet? !

This is so perverted.

Are you going to use your feet to serve him in the future?I have never learned that kind of knowledge!

"How is that possible? Don't listen to her nonsense."

This is not Sapporo, but a small town by the sea, called Tobetsu Village, Yuizumi's hometown. Further north is Cape Soya. The former is the northernmost rice growing area in Japan, and the latter is the northernmost rice field in Japan. Northern city.

Sapporo, where Wuma Xingjin is going, is further south, and tourists are basically concentrated in cities near Sapporo.

For example, those who like skiing will go to Asahikawa, and those who like to enjoy the scenery and prosperous commerce will go to Hakodate.

As for Yuanbie Village, it can be said that it is as remote as possible. You can hardly see a few people walking on the street in broad daylight. Although it is a bit exaggerated to say so.But people who are accustomed to the noisy life in Tokyo will find it difficult to adapt to the slow-paced atmosphere when they first arrive.

Wuma Xingjin asked Tang Dao Xishui, who was far away in Kyoto, to find a hotel in advance, so there was no need to worry about the collapse.

The visibility was very low, and the windshield wipers were swinging wildly to sweep away the snow on the windshield. For safety reasons, Zhu Qianhe drove very slowly to prevent the tires from slipping. Although there were flat country roads around, no one wanted to Trapped in a car during a blizzard, waiting for rescue.

After checking in, it was already around 9 o'clock.

"Miss Zhuqianhe's driving skills are very reassuring. Thank you for your hard work."

Wuma Xingjin dragged Yu Izumi's suitcase into her room. When he returned to his room, he saw Zhu Qianhe sitting upright on his bed like a statue, and wondered why she didn't go to rest.

Zhu Qianhe lowered his head, clenched his hands on his thighs, and was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.

Just when Zhu Qianhe was about to take action, a cup of steaming milk suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You must be very tired on the road. Milk is very effective in helping you sleep. You can have a good sleep after drinking it."

"It's not good to have your nerves tense like this all the time. You should relax properly once in a while."

"Excuse me!" The old-fashioned bodyguard lady took the milk flattered.

As a woman from the Wu family, how could she let her beloved husband take care of her? This was against the rules.

"Miss Zhuqianhe is so polite. I thought our relationship was very good and we weren't so distant."

Wuma Xingjin joked and poured her another glass.

This time Zhu Qianhe didn't drink anymore. His face was as red as a cooked crab. He stood up suddenly and said vaguely:

"You're right, it's time to relax."

As he spoke, he took off his serious suit, revealing his healthy body, and removed the straps one by one. The shock of that night at Wuhou Temple suddenly emerged, but Zhu Qianhe shyly used his arm to press out the traces, so he could not get a full view of it. .

What he poured was milk, not wine. Why did that cold Zhu Qianhe...

A remote town, an active woman, and an adolescent boy.

No matter which story it is placed in, it can erase the spark of love, but it is a pity that Wuma Xingjin is not here.

He was not in the mood at all until he was sure of Kobayakawa Akane's safety.

"You are tired, go to bed early."

However, this time Wu Ma Xingjin irritated Zhu Qianhe, who pushed him away and turned his back.

The smooth back shone vividly under the illumination of the bedside lamp, trembling slightly. The feeling of being denied filled Zhu Qianhe's heart, and an indescribable shame surged up along with it.

As a woman from the Wu family who is not good at words and reserved, you can imagine how long Zhu Qianhe thought about it before making such a bold move.

Zhu Qianhe, who had his back turned to him, felt that his dignity had been trampled on and was a little emotional.

"It's like this again!"