Masayoshi Kishimoto stood at the door of Natsui Makoto's house, raised his hand and knocked on the door with two "knocks". He thought that if she wasn't at home, he would have to find a place nearby to sit down and have a drink alone.

Moments later, the door was opened by Makoto Natsui. When she saw him standing outside the door, she was both happy and surprised, and she couldn't figure out why the other party had come looking for her.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked in without seeing it, stood at the entrance and took off a pair of shoes on his feet, and then stepped on the tatami mat. He walked a few steps, sat cross-legged on the ground, and put down the plastic bag containing the phone.

After closing the door, Natsui Makoto first took off the red slippers on his feet at the entrance, stepped on the tatami mat again, and knelt directly opposite him.

Masayoshi Kishimoto pushed the plastic bag containing the mobile phone in front of her with his right hand and said, "Here you go." ”

Natsui Makoto took something out of the plastic bag and saw that it was a mobile phone, but she was not in a hurry to open the box. With a smile on her face, she asked knowingly, "Bought it for me?"

"If you have a mobile phone, it will be convenient for us to contact each other in the future. Kishimoto said bluntly.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" said Natsui Makoto's expression with an undisguised sweet smile and happiness.

Masayoshi Kishimoto rubbed his hands exaggeratedly, and sneered with his eyebrows, "What do you say?"

"I don't know. Natsui Makoto saw him pretending to be lewd and lascivious, and knew that he was doing it on purpose. If the two did not formally establish a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, she would definitely not accept it.

She is not the kind of girl who likes to take advantage of small things, and she will not accept gifts and favors from others for no reason. Since they are boyfriend and girlfriend, it is normal for a boyfriend to give a gift to his girlfriend.

"You don't know? It doesn't matter if you don't. Tonight, you'll know. While Kishimoto smiled meaningfully, he also made a pun.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. Natsui Makoto did not directly state that he would stay overnight, nor did he refuse in words. She said with a completely casual attitude.

"I haven't eaten dinner yet. "There is no intermediate barrier between Kishimoto and her, and she can say whatever comes to mind.

"I didn't eat either. Just ready to do it, you're here. You wait, I'll see what's in the Xiaoice box? If you're hungry, I've got some pastries here, you eat first. Natsui Makoto pointed to the pastry box on the small round table.

As soon as Masayoshi Kishimoto looked at the special wooden box, he knew that it was from the Joy Haute Cuisine Pavilion that he had brought her last time. He drooped his head and said, "Can you still eat that?"

"Why can't you eat it? I only ate two today. Natsui Makoto was reluctant to eat it at first. Later, he thought about it seriously, and it wouldn't work if he let it go for a long time.

Rather than let it spoil in vain, it's better to eat it in your stomach. So, she eats one in the morning before she goes out, and when she comes home, she eats another.

Eating one before you go out in the morning is all about cheering yourself up and working hard. When you go home in the evening, you can eat that one as a reward for your hard work.

"I'm still waiting to eat the rest of what you've made. It can't be a dark dish that is hard to swallow, right?" Kishimoto teased.

Natsui Makoto is full of confidence in her cooking skills, after all, she has learned to take care of herself since she was a child. By the time she was in middle school, she was able to prepare her own lunch boxes.

She had already gotten up and walked to her Xiaoice box, and while opening the refrigerator door, she smiled and said, "What I'm going to cook is not dark cuisine, but hell cuisine." Do you dare to eat it?"

Masayoshi Kishimoto pressed his hands back on the tatami mat to support his backward body, and said calmly as if I was not as good as hell, who went to hell: "It doesn't matter." It is better to be a full dead ghost than a starving ghost. ”

Natsui Makoto took out all the ingredients in the Xiaoice box and began to actively prepare dinner for the two of them. I didn't expect him to come in the first place.

Her original plan was to cook instant noodles to cope with the meal. It's not that she's lazy, but she's very good at life. Everything I do belongs to living a small life.

Since her income is not high and she can't open source, she has no choice but to throttle. If you didn't count the money in your hand to get by, you would have borrowed money to get by.

It's not a matter of one or two days that Natsui Makoto lives here, and it's not that he hasn't seen the creditor come to the door to collect debts.

Even she couldn't figure out whether the debtor should be sympathetic to the miserable situation of being forced to kneel down and ask for grace from the other party, or whether she felt that he deserved it?

Natsui Makoto walked out with the ingredients and walked towards the common kitchen on this floor. Shortly after she left, Kishimoto walked to the window.

He looked out, not the bustling scenery of the city, but a sense of dilapidation, after all, it was an old neighborhood from decades ago.

Living in a remote place, in addition to cheap rent, it is inevitable that there will be all kinds of living facilities. Who makes the poor man's time worthless?

Masayoshi Kishimoto suddenly couldn't help but make a comparison between Makoto Natsui and Rie Sakai in his heart. The former has lived this life, and it is indeed really miserable.

As soon as Natsui Makoto walked in the door, he didn't have time to take off the red slippers on his feet, and said calmly: "Now, someone else is using the stove." It's a little longer to wait. ”

"If you're short of money, tell me. Kishimoto looked back at her.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" asked Natsui Makoto with great emotion.

"I'm sure I've got something up against you, you know. Masayoshi Kishimoto didn't like the serious atmosphere and replied with a hippie smile.

"I'm talking to you very seriously. Natsui Makoto didn't believe that he was just trying to make a slap with himself. If he really were that kind of man, when he slept in the same room that night, the other party would reveal this kind of nature.

As a result, in addition to sleeping honestly, the rest of the thing he did was to chat, and he didn't rub oil on himself from beginning to end.

Masayoshi Kishimoto spread his hands and couldn't help laughing, "Do you think I'm not serious like this?"

Natsui Makoto nodded. She was convinced that if he really wanted to do something to himself, he would have done it a long time ago. As long as he does it, he will cooperate with it.

It's just that I can't say it in my mouth, and I'm embarrassed to say it. In any case, girls still have to be reserved.

Otherwise, boys won't take you seriously. Or, in his heart, he thinks that you are just a casual person.

You and I are willing, each takes what he needs, everyone is just having fun, it doesn't matter, there will be no responsible thoughts in the heart, and there is no way to talk about guilt and guilt.