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Two hours later.

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The three members of Kurosawa's family had a New Year's Eve dinner. Although there were not many people there, it was not too deserted.

Red lantern pendants, Chinese knots, and small peppers were hung all over the walls, making it extremely lively.

It is also rare for the elves to sit on their seats and enjoy the New Year's Eve dinner quietly with their families.

A program was playing on the TV, and the voices of the hosts and guests became white noise during the meal.

Seeing his parents smiling happily, with uncontrollable joy on their faces, Kurosawa once again expressed how lucky he was to be able to return smoothly before the Spring Festival.

For some reason, in this moment of joy, a huge figure hidden in the darkness suddenly flashed across his mind. He didn't know what happened to her.

In that huge empty dark temple, will she feel lonely after she leaves?

But soon he shook his head and laughed.

What happened to me? On this rare good day, that terrifying figure appeared.

Although she didn't make things difficult for herself, she had something to do with her being trapped for several months. It was impossible not to feel resentful. Now that she couldn't help but think of her again, maybe she was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.

?

No anti-theft

It wasn't until Ms. Tao waved her hand in front of him that Kurosawa's thoughts returned to reality.

"Son, why are you giggling? Remember to get up early tomorrow and accompany your dad to the high-speed rail station to pick up your uncle, aunt and others."

"Oh, cousin, are they coming too?"

"Yeah, I'm going to stay for a few more days, and the old house happens to be vacant, isn't it? Your cousins ​​said they want to come and watch you play."

Kurosawa nodded to express his understanding.

In the past, about every other year, the Kurosawa family would go to Ms. Tao's natal home to pay New Year's greetings, and they were expected to do the same this year.

But considering that on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the main competition of the Haitang Winter Games was about to begin, my grandfather was very considerate of Kurosawa and did not let them travel all the way. Instead, he asked his uncle and his family to come visit relatives.

"Take your cousin to play around tomorrow. Be more enthusiastic. Don't let people think that we look down on our relatives because we are rich..." Mother nagged, and Kurosawa agreed with a smile.

...

Early the next morning.

Kurosawa accompanied his father in the recently purchased SUV and headed to the high-speed rail station to meet his uncle and his family.

But he didn't get out of the car, but sat in the car and waited.

To prevent the congestion caused last time after entering the station.

During the Spring Festival, the flow of people in Haitang City has increased visibly. People who went out to work and go to school have returned to this inland town.

Colorful flags were flying in the streets, and the crisp sound of firecrackers resounded in and out of the alleys.

Speaking of firecrackers, Kurosawa remembered that during the New Year's Eve at twelve o'clock last night, the whole city's firecrackers and fireworks exploded in an instant. The noise was so loud that the elves who were still wrestling in the living room were startled.

Thinking that danger was coming, Kurosawa comforted them for a while before they calmed down.

Not long after, Kurosawa's father pulled the box and led his uncle and his family to the car.

Kurosawa put on his mask, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then opened the car door and walked out.

"Uncle, aunt, Shuling, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Ozawa, I have grown taller and become more handsome." My aunt looked at Kurosawa, raised her other hand to touch his head, and said with a smile on her face.

Kurosawa has grown slightly taller than when we met half a year ago.

At that time, he should have been 1.83 or 4 meters tall, but now he is 1.88 meters tall. The smile on his face is very friendly and makes people feel very comfortable.

"Get in the car first," Kurosawa's father said.

He noticed that several people next door seemed to be constantly glancing at Kurosawa, who was wearing a mask, and whispering something.

It would be troublesome if you were stopped.

The temperature in the early morning was a bit cold.

Tao Shuling tightened her white scarf and leaned closer to Kurosawa subconsciously.

His body was constantly radiating warmth like a human oven.

Tao Shuling raised her head and glanced at her cousin. She, who had always been carefree, suddenly became shy.

Half a year ago, she and her grandfather came to watch a Kurosawa game, which was the finals of the summer competition. However, at that time, because she knew too little about elves and elf masters, she didn’t have deep feelings about many things.

It’s like a layman looking at flowers in the fog.

But as she got to know him over the past six months, she finally understood what her cousin's talent meant.

No wonder most of the citizens of Haitang City have become cousin’s fans.

After knowing all this, she also felt a little shy and uneasy. Although her cousin took her to the countryside to catch tadpoles, spin weavers, and make landscape ecological bottles when she was a child, those things had been in the past for too long, and now she faced the Kurosawa family.

The feeling of inferiority can't help but emerge from the bottom of my heart.

In my cardamom years, my mind is particularly sensitive, and I can't help but care about these trivial things.

Kurosawa sat back in the back seat and while chatting with his aunt, he lowered his head and noticed her expression.

After contacting her again and seeing her lively appearance, Kurosawa smiled knowingly, wondering why he suddenly felt shy.

He waved his hand to summon the little Shining Spirit and placed it on her lap.

"I'll take you out to play in the afternoon."

Kurosawa thought it was because of her father that she couldn't let him go, but he never thought that it was because of him.

Tao Shuling touched the little Shining who had become extremely beautiful. She raised her head and met Kurosawa's smiling face. Suddenly her cheeks turned rosy and she lowered her head. With her head lowered, she exhaled a long breath of warmth, feeling much more settled.

It seems that my cousin has not changed much.

"Um."

...

"Bah bah!"

On the two-way carriageway, traffic jams formed a long snake.

It was originally the first day of the Lunar New Year when we were visiting relatives. The drivers were troubled by the sudden traffic jam, and the horns blared one after another.

"Why is there a traffic jam?"

On the navigation software, the road that was originally green suddenly turned red.

Kurosawa's father stuck his head out of the car window to see what was happening ahead.

Unfortunately, the queue of vehicles was too long and he didn't gain much.

Kurosawa looked forward and narrowed his eyes slightly.

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Two hours later.

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After a brief hesitation, the security guard nodded simply.

"Yes, yes. But can you two sign for me? Of course this is not a condition. It doesn't matter if you don't agree."

The two looked at each other and nodded.

According to his request, I signed my name on the shirt inside my coat.

The two entered the venue smoothly.

"He must be your ardent fan, I just happened to do it." Ji Qingwen laughed softly.

"How should I say? This can be seen?"

"I noticed it at a glance. My eyes were all on you. I asked you to sign the clothes in the middle and I was at the bottom." Ji Qingwen pretended to be jealous.

"Haha." Kurosawa smiled but said nothing.

There is no way, this is the influence of D-level charm.

People who are neutral or already have a favorable impression of him can easily be positively led to a slightly fanatical mood.

The two quietly came to the top of the stands and looked around, having a panoramic view of the conditions in each arena.

"Have you found that the auditions have become much more intense now?"

"A little bit." Kurosawa replied thoughtfully.

Very obvious changes.

In the command areas on both sides of the arena, the decibels of the elf masters' shouts were obviously one or two levels higher.
To be continued...