119. Rainy day, gazebo, Miss Yukino's feet, 'Asakusa Kid'.
That hug on the playground directly caused Hoshimi Rinko to be labeled a "lost dog".
This incident also became the most interesting gossip at the end of the semester, and brought a perfect end to the first semester of Kitagawa Academy this year.
When I got up on the morning of the first day of summer vacation, Izaya Fujiwara heard the sound of rain outside.
I looked out the window and saw that it wasn't raining heavily. It would take two minutes to get someone wet standing on the road without an umbrella.
When I got out of bed, my cell phone rang.
"Brother~"
Mrs. Kasahara's charming and passionate voice was so hard to hear so early in the morning.
"Hello, sister."
"Come out and go shopping with your sister."
"It's raining today..."
"Miko is here too."
"...I didn't wake up."
"There are only three of us."
"Time address!"
"At noon, Takashimaya Shinjuku store, see you there, ua~"
After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Izaya stretched himself comfortably.
"Ah~"
After washing up in shorts and sandals, I put on my sweatpants and went down to the first floor.
There was a thin layer of mist in the air, and the white T-shirt clung to his body. As soon as he reached the entrance, he could already feel the moisture on his skin. He bent down in front of the shoe cabinet to change his shoes, and just before he was about to go out, he
I glanced at the shoe cabinet.
Miss Yukino's three pairs of shoes were lying quietly inside.
A pair of blue canvas shoes, a pair of black patent leather pointed-toe high heels, and a pair of white casual sneakers.
Three pairs of shoes are there, which means she didn't go out today, so she didn't open a store... But she was not seen on the second floor, so she should be in the courtyard behind.
Fujiwara Izaya closed the shoe cabinet and walked to the back door.
Pushing the courtyard door open, one can see through the dense humidity that a small green courtyard spreads out, surrounded by the smell of water vapor and earth. Even though it is raining, wild birds are still chirping.
On the edge of the small rippling pond, a small pavilion comes into view.
Rain fell on the tiled path.
The damp floor tiles slightly reflect the color of the leaves.
The demure woman with long hair reaching her waist was raising the beer to her mouth and glanced at him gently.
Wearing a thin blue coat, a white shirt and a short skirt, Miss Yukino looks like the gentlest full-time wife in the world.
"Hello Fujiwara-kun."
Yukino Riho greeted with a smile.
Her voice was a little childish, but very pleasant, like the wind blowing through an entire forest.
"Why don't you open the store today?" Fujiwara Izaya walked through the green leaves, walked into the pavilion, and sat down on a bench on only one side. Between the two of them, there were two cans of beer, a cup of coffee, some chocolates and biscuits, a brown
There are several magazines in the paper bag.
Yukino Riho smiled hoarsely: "There are no guests anyway."
"Business is still not good..." Fujiwara Izaya smoothed his raised hair with his hands and smiled helplessly. Then he reached into the cookie box, took a cracker and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Click~"
The crisp chewing sound was loud in the rain.
Yukino Riho pursed her lips slightly, then patted her forehead helplessly: "People in Tokyo are too busy to have breakfast."
"I told you a long time ago that it's better to turn it into a coffee shop than just selling bread. Half of the blood of Tokyoites is salad dressing and the other half is coffee. If you don't listen to me, you will suffer now."
"I can't make coffee."
"You can learn it, it's such a simple thing..."
Yukino Riho tilted her head slightly and looked at him with a helpless look like "Do you think I can learn how to make coffee?"
"Oh, that's right..."
Fujiwara Izaya laughed.
Having lived here for so long, he probably has a good idea of what kind of person Yukino Riho is. She is pure and beautiful, and her personality is as simple as her appearance. She is inexperienced in worldly affairs, and has a somewhat contrasting childlike or silly look.
She really has no business talent, and the bakery's business is not good. At first, Fujiwara Izaya may have to comfort her every day, but after getting to know her, he will inevitably tease her a few words.
The turnover from selling bread is not enough for her to eat for a day.
Fortunately, she has other livelihoods. I heard that she teaches music lessons and earns a lot of money, so she can afford to rent this small building with a courtyard. The reason why she opened this bakery is not because of life pressure.
From Fujiwara Izaya's observation, she seemed to do this to adapt herself to a more ordinary lifestyle.
This view is not groundless speculation.
Miss Yukino's life has not yet reached the point of being stretched thin, and she enjoys running a bakery that is losing money.
"...yesterday morning, a fight broke out between a Korean restaurant and a Chinese restaurant on the other side of the river, over the origin of kimchi... and the signboard of the drugstore next door was blown off by the wind, almost hitting a pedestrian... Ryoko the day before yesterday
She said she wanted to move in with me, and said she was afraid that you would harass me at night, haha, I deliberately said that I was already yours, and she was still sad all night..."
Fujiwara Izaya ate cookies and listened to her chattering about little things. He occasionally chatted with her. The wind shook the trees, the light and shadow danced and the rain fell. In the peripheral vision, Miss Yukino's legs swayed slowly.
, gradually, his attention was attracted.
She was wearing a pair of very ordinary slippers.
He crossed his legs and swayed up and down as if doing nothing.
The feet are slender and delicate, smooth and white, the toes are slightly tilted, the instep is almost transparent, and the blue blood vessels are clearly visible. Looking at these pure and innocent feet, Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously thought that Xuebao was wrapped in white stockings.
The little feet should look like this.
The trees exuded a refreshing fragrance after being wet, and with a pair of beautiful feet in front of them, Fujiwara Izaya was in a very happy mood.
At this time, Yukino Riho put her hand on the edge of the bench, leaned over slightly and asked: "Why are you so stunned?"
Fujiwara Izaya had already judged her actions from her movements, and replied without thinking: "I think there are many trees, just look at them like this."
When she said this, the corner of her eye still did not leave her feet.
The simple-minded Yukino Riho didn't notice anything strange, but looked at the courtyard with satisfaction: "The trees here are very beautiful, I have carefully maintained them."
"It cost a lot of maintenance fees." Fujiwara Izaya replied absentmindedly.
"It does cost money, but..." Yukino Riho replied, and then her toes curled up with anger, "Can you not be so worldly!"
"Too."
Fujiwara Izaya nodded with a slight smile on his face.
At this time, he remembered something and muttered as if talking to himself: "If the bakery goes bankrupt, Miss Yukino can become a shoemaker."
"Hey," Yukino Riho seemed a little sleepy, "Why?"
"I always feel that you lack a pair of beautiful shoes." Fujiwara Izaya sighed.
"I have never had beautiful shoes..." Yukino Riho looked down at her feet, and then smiled, "When I left Hokkaido, my deceased grandma took me to a shoe store in this town.
Bought me my first pair of shoes. After that pair of shoes broke, I no longer care about whether the shoes are beautiful or not, as long as they can be worn."
Fujiwara Izaya looked up at her: "That's why I want to be a shoemaker!"
Yukino Riho asked puzzledly: "Why don't you buy a pair?"
"How can the shoes bought on the street match Ms. Yukino's feet?" Fujiwara Izaya said seriously, "But custom-made shoes are very expensive, so I have to become a shoemaker myself."
"Isn't it enough to just work hard to make money!" Riho Yukino clenched her fists.
"It's so worldly." Fujiwara Izaya replied to her.
The two of them smiled knowingly.
There was a faint thunder in the distance, the wind blew by, and dense water droplets fell on the small pond, creating a ripple.
Yukino Riho turned her gaze to the water, picked up the beer and took a sip. Fujiwara Izaya stretched his legs to his heart's content, looked at the scenery idly, and listened to the rhythm of the raindrops falling along the pavilion. The rhythm played by the water droplets was quite pleasant to the ear.
After looking at the scenery for a while and listening to the sound of rain, Yukino Riho continued to drink.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her slender fingers holding the beer can.
The liquefied water droplets slipped from the fingers and dripped on the ground together with the rain.
Noticing his gaze, Yukino Riho turned around and asked: "Want to drink beer?"
"Yes."
"Why do you, a high school student, drink all day long..." Riho Yukino pushed a can to him.
Fujiwara Izaya picked it up and took two sips.
Chilled ice beer is refreshing and has a smooth taste.
"Miss Yukino also likes to drink?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"I don't like it very much. It tastes neither good nor bad..." Yukino Riho looked up at the leaves above the pavilion, and then said as if she remembered something: "This is just like life."
"What?"
"Finding something worth savoring from the daily life that tastes good or bad is life." Miss Xueye's expression seemed to feel that she had stewed a pot of good chicken soup for the soul, so she showed a proud look.
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya, "How is it? What I said is great, right? Isn't it like a famous quote that only a great writer can say? Look, you still call me a stupid woman..."
"These words have the flavor of Takeshi Kitano!" Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed.
Yukino Riho shook her snow-white legs happily, and her eyes moved to the rainy sky above: "Who is Kitano Takeshi?"
At this time, she had a pretty face, manners, and so on, just like a child... Fujiwara Izaya admired her childishness and chatted with her.
"Takeshi Kitano is a bad old man."
“The one who writes books or the one who makes movies?”
"Make movies. Also write some books and play some music."
"music?"
"Hmm, do you want to hear it?"
"Hurrah."
"Drink up the wine and give me the empty can."
Yukino Riho drank up what she had in her hand and handed him the beer can.
"Let me think about it..." Fujiwara Izaya held two empty beer cans in his hand and knocked them to find the rhythm. Then an idea came to his mind, "Let's just "Asakusa Boy"!"
The raindrops fell, making a pitter-patter sound. Amidst this natural accompaniment, the young man's pure and emotional voice slowly unfolded.
?Meet you in Zhongjianshi
?That whale meat shop that only serves cooked vegetables?
?we talk about dreams
?The promise disappeared in the bubbles of sparkling wine
?In Asakusa where the lights dimmed
?Bought the same suit for the first time
?Made the same bow tie
?But there is no money to buy the same shoes
The leaves were rustling, Yukino Riho was sitting on the bench, motionless, squinting her eyes and listening to the rain.
?Put the one hundred yuan coin entrusted with your dream
?Send it out and pray seriously
?Childlike innocence appears on your face
?I'm attracted to you again
Hearing this, Yukino Riho opened her eyes and smiled as brightly as a flower.
Her smile at that time...
How should I put it? Fujiwara Izaya searched hard but couldn't find the right words. That was the first time he felt the purity in her stupidity.
?Don’t say
?We have abandoned our dreams
?We obviously are
?Two people who have no other choice.
"It sounds good!" Riho Yukino clapped her little hands, her eyes reflecting the green leaves and morning light. "It has a very strange smell of vicissitudes of life, just like when it is sung by a forty-year-old uncle."
"My singing can be sold for money." Fujiwara Izaya said proudly.
"Haha." Yukino Riho felt very happy, holding the chocolate on the bench with both hands, "Here, I'll give you some chocolate."
"Don't want this."
"It's unreasonable to refuse someone else's chocolate."
"I don't want to eat something so sweet this morning."
"Then let's drink coffee." Riho Yukino pushed the coffee towards him, "This is a true feedback to the people who live together."
"Thank you...but," Fujiwara Izaya joked, "drinking beer, coffee, chocolate and biscuits, what kind of trend is this?"
"I originally planned to drink by myself." Riho Yukino smiled sheepishly, "I went out to go to the bakery factory in the morning for coffee, chocolate and biscuits, but it rained on the way and I couldn't go, so I bought some for breakfast.
eat."
Fujiwara Izaya opened the rim of the paper cup and sipped the coffee.
The temperature is slightly cool, the au lait with milk foam and no sugar has a slightly bitter taste.
"Isn't it delicious?" Yukino Riho looked at him nervously.
"No, it tastes great. Thank you for the hospitality." Fujiwara Izaya gently raised the cup, saw the smile on her face again, and asked: "You haven't had breakfast yet?"
Yukino Riho raised the chocolate in her hand: "Just eat this."
"If you drink beer and eat chocolate in the pavilion on a rainy day, you will be considered a weird woman." Fujiwara Izaya teased her, got up and walked into the house, "I'll get you something to eat, just wait for me."
"Thank you Fujiwara-kun!"
Yukino Riho shook her little feet and looked happily at the wet courtyard.
Back on the second floor, Fujiwara Izaya opened the refrigerator to look for food. He found some leftover cod roe, so he roasted it in the oven. Then he kneaded two rice balls with last night's leftover rice, and added prunes, pork floss and
Grilled the fish roe and rolled it up with seaweed. Then he beat the eggs, tore open a bag of white stock for seasoning, and made a stock egg roll. Then he prepared some pickled vegetables, divided the food into two portions, put them in a lunch box, and returned to the courtyard.
"You have always cooked for me, so this is considered a gift in return." Fujiwara Izaya opened the lunch box.
Looking at the exquisitely presented bento inside, Yukino Riho showed a puzzled expression.
"Are you stupid?"
"This...did you go out and buy it?"
"How is that possible? I made it in the kitchen!"
"ha?"
"Are you surprised?'
"Hmm." Yukino Riho stared at the rice balls, "I didn't expect you to be good at cooking."
"Please enjoy!" Fujiwara Izaya began to eat first.
Yukino Riho studied the rice ball carefully for a long time, then picked it up with her fingertips and took a small bite.
After chewing a few mouthfuls, a look of surprise appeared on the delicate face: "The food you cook is actually so delicious!"
It's because the food you made tastes terrible... Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, this is all a foil.
"I know how to cook, but I'm always busy in the kitchen..." Yukino Riho complained to him while eating the rice balls in small bites, as if she couldn't bear to finish them all at once.
How can I put it, she seemed to be enjoying it so much.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but stare at her profile for a long time.
Is it that delicious?
When he tasted it himself, he felt that the taste was very ordinary. Compared with the fast food sold in street shops, the taste should be no different.
Yukino Riho slowly finished the simple breakfast and stared at Fujiwara Izaya: "Fujiwara-kun is evil!"
"Why do you say that?"
"You deliberately asked me to make those unpalatable things for you to laugh at my stupidity, right?"
"Say it like you're not stupid."
"Miss Yukino warns you, don't look at her with the expression 'This woman is so stupid.'" At this point, Yukino Riho chuckled. Looking at that innocent smiling face, Fujiwara Izaya secretly shouted in his heart.
Voice: Ah, that’s not good!
"Why can you make such delicious food?" Yukino Riho asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"Because I have a pair of cooking hands."
"What?"
"There are some people in this world who are born with cooking skills and can automatically make food delicious."
"So strong!" Yukino Riho believed his words sincerely.
It's hopeless, so stupid... Fujiwara Izaya laughed and explained to her: "There are no cooking skills in this world, I just do it seriously..."
"..."
Yukino Riho's face flushed slightly.
"Shameful, very shameful!" She clenched her fists and banged on the bench in protest, "Fujiwara-kun always takes advantage of my ignorance to deceive me. This behavior is wrong! Please change it, change it immediately!"
"Haha..." Fujiwara Izaya leaned back in his chair and smiled.
Yukino Riho took a few breaths angrily. Seeing him looking overjoyed, she couldn't help but laugh: "I thought you would answer me something like 'because it's full of sincerity'."
"What's the use of that?" Fujiwara Izaya said, "Didn't Miss Yukino show sincerity when she cooked for me? It's not the same..."
Having said this, he shut up.
"..." Yukino Riho knew what he wanted to say next, and couldn't help but puffed up her cheeks in anger.
The wind blew the raindrops and fell on her reddish face. Then she sighed softly and murmured: "Sincerity alone may not be enough. It is difficult for people to feel invisible emotions. If there is a little more love, maybe
I can make delicious food."
"Even if there is love, eyes can't see it."
"Okay, I get it, I just can't do it."
"What does Miss Yukino mean?
"Cooking." Yukino Riho sighed and pushed her wind-blown hair to her ears with her fingertips. "No matter how hard you try, even if you cook it according to the food show, the taste will be ordinary. You don't need to comfort me."
I, look at the complicated expression on your face when you eat the food I cooked, I know everything."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her slender fingers running through the dark hair and said, "But your nails are beautifully manicured."
"g?" Yukino Riho subconsciously looked at her pink fingertips, then clenched her fists as if to hide her nails, looked at Fujiwara Izaya and said, "You really don't sound like a high school student sometimes.
Well. Even if you say that, I’m just a woman who knows nothing but how to cut beautiful nails!"
"It's just a technical problem that the food doesn't taste good." Fujiwara Izaya comforted him.
"Yeah?"
"Whether you can cook well or not is the same as how good your makeup looks. It requires experience and inspiration, both are indispensable."
"Ah, this is the first time I heard this theory." Yukino Riho came over and winked at Fujiwara Izaya, "Do you think my makeup looks good?"
"A lot of effort was put into it," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile, "There is almost no trace of makeup on it."
Yukino Riho looked a little embarrassed, rubbing her earlobes with her little hands: "Because I have to meet Fujiwara-kun every day, I put a lot of effort into putting on makeup every day."
"Really?" Fujiwara Izaya said in surprise.
"It's fake." Yukino Riho laughed and leaned back on the chair as if powerlessly, "I let you think of ways to tease me all day long, and I also learned a few tricks from you."
"Miss Yukino has become evil!" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her proud eyes sadly.
"Haha, but when it comes to makeup, I've never been called stupid by anyone..."
That's because you can't even see the makeup you put on... Fujiwara Izaya was amused by her silly pride.
"Fujiwara-kun is so good at cooking, why not become a chef in the future." Riho Yukino said jokingly.
"That's not bad." Fujiwara Izaya replied casually, "Anyway, no one can say what will happen in the future. If you can't become a priest, you can become a chef, or even a pastry chef."
"No, no, I'm just kidding." Yukino Riho shook her head quickly, "I still think Fujiwara-kun is the most suitable person to be a priest!"
After that, she added in her mind: Even if the priest and the monster are mortal enemies.
The rain has become lighter.
The cheerful chirping of birds can be heard all around, accompanied by raindrops falling into the water.
The conversation stopped temporarily, Yukino Riho took out the magazine from the paper bag, put it on his knees and opened it.
Seeing a magazine about cake making, she recently wanted to try making a cake herself to see if she could eat it. If so, she could use this performance to refute the hateful Fujiwara-kun... Thinking of this, she turned her head and glanced at Fujiwara.
Lin Ye.
The boy lowered his head, holding her notebook and drawing something on it. The soft sound of the pencil sliding across the paper was very beautiful.
That's great... Yukino Riho sighed.
But then, she thought again that after the summer vacation, Fujiwara-kun would be moving out, and a gloom arose in her heart, and her originally bright mood slowly sank.
When she first came to Tokyo from Hokkaido, she stayed with Mrs. Furukawa.
It took me a full ten years to get to know the world, and I left Mrs. Furukawa five years ago and started walking alone. But she was just a bit stupid snow girl. Over the years, she has never been able to walk her own path well. When I think of even
I can't even drive a motorcycle well, so I feel ridiculously stupid.
Thinking about these things, she stretched out her hand outside the pavilion and could faintly feel the fine rain particles close to the mist.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was sitting next to him, recalled a pair of Kawashima Miki's shoes in his mind and slowly drew on the paper. Burnt brown formal women's high heels, with straps on the ankles, and a darker black heel.
The height is about five centimeters.
After finishing the painting, he felt that it was not enough, so he tried to decorate the ends of the straps with ice crystal-like decorations. With such decoration, when the legs swayed, the ice crystals would also swing.
While drawing, Fujiwara Izaya raised his notebook and looked at Yukino Riho's feet in slippers.
In his mind, he tried to put these Kawashima Miji shoes on her feet, imagining the beauty. He suddenly wanted to go out and buy materials.
Asakusa is the Mecca for Japanese shoemakers, with rows of shoemaking shops offering everything from buying leather to finding tools.
Right.
Make her a pair of shoes.
Think of it as a reward for Miss Yukino's kindness.
You need to hold an umbrella when it rains, and you need to wear shoes. Beautiful feet need to wear a pair of beautiful shoes.
When this thought came to his mind, Fujiwara Izaya felt a surge of energy coming out of his body.
"I said..."
Yukino Riho's voice suddenly came.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was observing her ankles and toes and secretly sketching these beautiful feet, quickly lowered his head. His eyes couldn't show any strangeness, otherwise Miss Yukino would definitely regard him as a pervert. He was indeed a foot master, but he was not a pedophile.
Abnormal!
"When will Fujiwara-kun go to training?" Riho Yukino asked without interest.
"In a few days..." Fujiwara Izaya carefully glanced at her feet with his peripheral vision and drew on the paper.
"The whole summer?"
"Probably so."
"oh."
The sound stopped.
The rain was blown by the wind and poured down.
Fujiwara Izaya stopped writing, closed his notebook, closed his eyes and thought about what kind of shoes he should make.
Straight-grained shoes, carved slip-ons, open and closed wings, low-cut shoes and long boots... He likes many kinds of shoes, among which the ones with straps and empty back can see the heel.
High heels are his favorite.
"When I come back from summer vacation, the shrine will be built." Yukino Riho sat next to him quietly.
"Yes."
"Are you moving back?"
She has been living here for more than two months, and this is the first time she has discussed this topic.
"Of course," Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes and looked at the layers of green leaves above his head, "I have caused you so much trouble, why do you have the nerve to stay here and not leave?"
Yukino Riho cheered up and smiled: "Finally I don't have to be scolded by you anymore."
"There is one less friend to study with." Fujiwara Izaya spread his hands helplessly.
In the past two months, he has learned that Miss Xueye is a person who likes to read. Perhaps in order to better integrate into the world, she reads almost any book. Many people who like to read have a very bad habit of always reading.
She would not recommend books to others, which is quite rare to be honest.
According to her, you have to discover the books you like on your own. Isn’t listening to others’ recommendations the same as going on a blind date?
Thinking of this, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly looked at Yukino Riho, who was obviously depressed, and asked her: "Have you ever been on a blind date in Tokyo for so long?"
"What do you think?" Yukino Riho asked him strangely, probably not understanding why he suddenly asked this.
"Have you ever?"
Yukino Riho laughed and said, "I don't even know what a blind date is, so how can I ever go on a blind date?"
"The so-called blind date is when two people sit down and discuss their favorite things and the future together..." Fujiwara Izaya explained to her seriously, "There is also the matter of two people going shopping together and enjoying the rain in the courtyard together, which is often seen in TV dramas.
This kind of scene.”
"That's it..." Yukino Riho's expression seemed to understand.
"What we are doing now can be considered a blind date."
"Um?"
Yukino Riho turned her head, as if secretly observing his expression.
To say that she was not frightened by Fujiwara Izaya's bad tone would obviously be a lie.
"Sorry, sorry..." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled and apologized repeatedly, then stood up and looked down at her delicate face, "At times like this, you only need to say two words to shut up the other person, Miss Yukino knows
What is it?"
"What is it?"
"suki!"
"?"
Yukino Riho's expression was very subtle, mixed with uneasiness and confusion.
"You don't understand, right?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled and walked back into the house: "Stupid woman, you will suffer a lot if you do this!"
In the pavilion, Yukino Riho used her fingertips to brush away the hair that blocked her sight, looked at his back, and smiled slightly.
If you suffer a big loss, just suffer a big loss. There is nothing you can do about it.
After all, she is just a snow girl who has no feelings and doesn't understand what it means to like.
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After leaving the door, Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of the vending machine, hesitating between the 150 yemutantao and 120yemu shirt types, and finally chose Coke.
Pull the ring open.
He took a sip.
"Uh-"
Happy water is refreshing!
Hold an umbrella and drink while walking.
The puddles on the road reflect the bustling lights of the city, the water droplets on the windows of the shops facing the street shed light, and the lights of the mixed-use buildings are particularly clear. This scene is intoxicating.
After entering Asakusabashi Station, I finished my Coke and threw the can into the trash can.
While I was standing on the platform waiting for the tram, rainwater dripped down my umbrella and wet my trousers.
The yellow carriage of the Sobu Line tram slowed down and entered the station, and the carriage was packed with people.
After getting into the passenger compartment, even the metal poles next to the seats were covered with moisture. The wind from the air-conditioning outlet blew past the tip of my nose, carrying the pungent smell of mothballs on the suit of the passenger next to me.
This is what it looks like on a rainy day.
Fujiwara Izaya doesn't hate it, on the contrary, he likes it very much.
He has always been very sensitive to smells, but he can smell the different smells of life on such a rainy day.
Arrive at Shinjuku Station and get off.
Fujiwara Izaya was mixed in with the crowd and looked up at the sky where the roof of the platform was cut into louver strips. The Yoyogi radio tower stood in the hazy rain, much like a scene that would never be absent from Makoto Shinkai's animation.
I really want to fly for a while.
But he can't do it now. The two ladies have made an appointment with him. If he doesn't go, he will be scolded.
Fujiwara Izaya walked out of Shinjuku Station from the south exit.
Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, he thought of the two beautifully dressed ladies waiting for him, and immediately he didn't want to fly. Men are really fickle.
After passing through the dense humidity, Fujiwara Izaya arrived at the Takashimaya (Shinjuku) shopping mall and stood waiting at the door.
The luxurious black Maybach slowed down slowly and parked in front of the shopping mall.
Pedestrians, customers, store clerks, and security guards all turned their eyes in unison, and Fujiwara Rinya did the same.
The car door opened, and a black patent leather high-heeled shoe slowly poked out, and then the curvy calves and round and delicate knees appeared in everyone's sight. As the heel stepped on the ground, the owner of these sexy legs came out.
Wearing black jeans and a loose baseball uniform, Mrs. Kasahara stepped out of the car. Her young and beautiful face and fashionable and handsome appearance made her look like a female college student who had just stepped out of society.
The door on the other side also opens.
Mrs. Hoshimi, who was wearing a short skirt and a long-sleeved T-shirt, stood up and waved towards the door of the mall: "Wait a minute, Brother Fujiwara."
Two ladies. One is elegant and refined, the other is exquisite and beautiful.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw the handsome and delicate young man coming to greet him. The beautiful and noble wife, the tall and handsome young man, the three of them stood there, forming the most romantic scene in the world.
"Aren't Asuka and Rinko here?"
"Himeko and I didn't call them." Mrs. Hoshimi replied.
Her voice was clear and sweet, like the rain falling outside.
"Why?"
"Today is our date with our son-in-law. How boring to call our daughter." Mrs. Kasahara smiled affectionately.
"That's right." Mrs. Hoshimi put her hand gently on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, her voice was particularly clear, "Your task today is to take good care of our two mothers, and don't think about your daughter."
The eyes of people coming and going suddenly became strange.
Many people are thinking in their hearts: Is this the circle of rich people? It’s really enviable... No, it’s really lewd...
"Asuka will be angry again when she hears this." Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache.
"Then I don't care," Mrs. Kasahara put her hands in her trouser pockets and raised one elbow slightly, "If you make me unhappy today, I will tell Asuka later that you want to be frivolous with her mother."
No wonder the school girl framed me as soon as she appeared. It turns out it's hereditary... Fujiwara Izaya looked at her raised elbow and thought, if you ask me to hold your arm, should I hold your arm? That would be so shameless.
Just stretched out his hand.
Mrs. Hoshimi grabbed the arm first and looked at Fujiwara Izaya dissatisfied: "Rinko has become a loser, why don't you care about Rinko's feelings?"
Before Fujiwara Izaya could quibble, Mrs. Kasahara immediately said: "In front of Asuka, Rinko is destined to be the loser." After that, she looked at Fujiwara Izaya again, "You can't carry Asuka and Rinko behind your back.
A super-friendship relationship occurred.”
Mrs. Hoshimi immediately retorted: "It's obviously Asuka who would have a super friendly relationship with Fujiwara-kun behind Rinko's back!"
Right, right, right.
Sister Hoshimi is so right.
And it’s happened more than once. Please advise your sister and let her take the initiative... Fujiwara Izaya bent down slightly and said with a smile: "Sisters, please."
"Haha~"
The two ladies smiled crisply and walked into the mall holding their arms like best friends.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was following behind, looked at their swaying waists and hips, and felt the noble charm that they inadvertently exuded with every move, and felt both enjoyment and tangle in his heart.
'Fujiwara-kun, hold on, these two may be the mother-in-law!'
'You can't be hopeless!'
'What does it matter?'
'Aren't we all one family?'
There was an event being held in the lobby area on the first floor, and there were many people standing under the stage. The three of them didn't like to crowd in, so after some discussion, the two ladies decided to go to the second floor to buy yukata.
"Why buy a yukata?"
"It's summer, how can you go to the summer festival without wearing a yukata?"
"oh……"
"I have to buy a swimsuit later."
"...I knew it!"
"Fujiwara-kun are you excited?" Mrs. Kasahara looked over with a smile in her eyes.
"No, no, not at all!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly proved his innocence, "I only have respect for Chairman Kasahara from the bottom of my heart, and I don't have any wrongdoing at all."
"What about me?" Mrs. Hoshimi came over like a little girl.
"Similarly, Chairman Hoshimi is also the person I respect the most." Fujiwara Izaya said affirmatively, "My greatest advantage is that I am honest and never panic."
"Haha~"
The two ladies laughed charmingly, and their laughter echoed in the ears of passers-by.
After choosing five sets of yukata at the yukata shop, the three of them arrived at the swimwear shop. Fujiwara Izaya, who originally planned to follow him in, was stopped by Mrs. Kasahara's arm and blocked the door.
"The time has come to show your respect!"
"Um?"
"Go buy milk tea for your two sisters."
"But..." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the various sexy swimsuits in the store, feeling unwilling to do so.
"Could it be that," Mrs. Kasahara came over and asked in his ear like a close girlfriend, "you want to sneak into my sister's fitting room while she is trying on swimsuits?"
This is boring to say... Fujiwara Izaya blinked innocently.
"Let Mr. Fujiwara follow you in." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile.
Fujiwara Rin looked towards her again.
Sister Xingjian's cold and delicate young woman's face is dazzling under the light, just like an angel!
The next second, the angel said: "It's just enough for Fujiwara-kun to evaluate which of us has a better figure."
"...I'm going to buy a drink!"
Fujiwara Izaya turned around and ran as fast as he could.
"Haha~~"
The two ladies once again laughed crisply and happily regardless of their image.
Anyone who sees this scene will never imagine what kind of powerful strength and noble status they hide under their fashionable and youthful beauty.
By the time Fujiwara Izaya came back after buying three cups of milk tea, the two ladies were already carrying shopping bags and resting on chairs in front of the swimwear store.
"Sisters, please." Fujiwara Izaya handed the milk tea to the two of them.
Then, the two ladies moved their buttocks in a tacit understanding to make room for him, and then in unison, they used their habit to poke the milk tea lid open and make a small slit.
"Well, it's too sweet." Mrs. Kasahara said with a frown.
"I think it's okay." Mrs. Hoshimi looked satisfied.
"If you consume too much sugar, you will gain weight in your lower abdomen!"
"I can't get fat by eating."
"Damn it, you're showing off to me."
"It's just to show off, uu read books www.uukanshu.com If you don't like it, you can eat as much as me to see if you will become a ball."
Listening to the two bickering, Fujiwara Izaya in the middle was leisurely drinking milk tea, looking through the wet glass at the falling Shinjuku sky.
Mrs. Kasahara, who was ridiculed, glanced at Mrs. Hoshimi's small breasts.
"If you can't gain weight by eating like this, then I'd rather not do it." She sneered condescendingly. This woman who stood at the top of her power lay down on the back of her chair and put the milk tea cup on her chest.
While lowering her head to drink milk tea, she stretched her arms and said happily: "I can finally free my hands, it's great!"
Dirty...Fujiwara Izaya doesn't look sideways.
Dirty... Mrs. Hoshimi also looked intently, but instead of looking at Mrs. Kasahara's breasts, she looked at the milk tea cup in her hand.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at her old rival and best friend with a smile: "Don't you dare to challenge?"
"..."
Mrs. Xingjian was so angry that her chest heaved up and down.
The curvature that suddenly expanded seemed to be much larger than usual. Looking at the pleasing waves, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt that it wouldn't be a bad thing to be more energetic, at least it can enlarge the breasts.
After drinking milk tea, the three of them continued to sweep around Shinjuku area.
BBQ tools, beach camping tents, diving props, guitars, violins, saxophones and other musical instruments, drawing boards, brushes, paints, and all kinds of expensive ingredients were packed and sent home... After scanning down the stores one by one, Fujiwara Izaya suspected that the two of them were not going to the south.