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It was nearly twelve o'clock in the morning, and the hustle and bustle of the shopping street showed some signs of desertion.

The restaurant began to clean up the tables and chairs, and the food festival stalls outside were more or less ready to move away.

The wind suddenly became strong in the middle of the night, and the weather forecast said that there would be a wave of rapid cooling tonight, at this time, Morita Maki stood at the door of the Morita noodle shop, and when the wind blew and the whole person shivered, he deeply realized how much the temperature had dropped.

There were no customers, so she could finally go upstairs to find a scarf to protect her from the wind, but Maki Morita was just about to take a step when the clear sound of conversation passing by the door of the store made her subconsciously pause.

Two men who looked like reporters with cameras on their chests excitedly discussed.

"Chef Xia's Christmas food festival stall tonight is really popular, and a whole truckload of red wine was sold out half an hour ago!"

"It's not just Chef Xia's stall, tonight in this neighborhood, the business is terrifyingly red, and when the report comes out tomorrow, it is estimated that the entire Dongying food industry will look sideways. ”

"If you want me to say, Chef Xia's price for snacks is too close to the people, 500 yen a glass of mulled wine, a bag of roasted chestnuts, elementary school students have purchasing power, so the size of the queue is so terrifying, really, I would rather price higher, it's better to scare the other guests away, and let us repeat the free tasting, that's great!"

"Hey, don't dream, this is a holiday gift, I don't know when I will wait until next time!"

It wasn't until the sound was far away that Maki Morita took another step.

Wow!

The pace of wearing small boots, inexplicably brisk, Morita Maki was in a happy mood, and when he went to the boudoir and stood in front of the makeup mirror to put a scarf on himself, his eyes couldn't help but glance at a gift box on the dressing table.

The gift box is tied with a bow, and it's not a chic thing inside, just a knitted scarf, do you want to say the meaning, this is a girl in the Polestar Liao dormitory, stayed up late to knit a stitch and a thread, and the band-aid that is still tied to her fingers is accidentally pricked by a woolen needle when she stayed up late and napped.

"Didi, Didi, Didi......"

Suddenly, the alarm clock sounded in the room, and Maki Morita said, of course she would not forget the reminder alarm clock she had set herself, and patted her forehead, "It's only 10 minutes before twelve o'clock!"

"Don't be afraid, Maki!"

Holding the claw machine with both hands, the girl muttered to herself, cheering herself up, her face was so firm.

Open the LINE app.

"Are you there?"

“……”

As soon as this message was sent, Morita Maki looked at the historical news that had not been replied to before, from last night to late tonight, it seemed that there were about seven or eight "are you there" messages, she stuck out her tongue, her cheeks flushed with two lovely red clouds, she whispered in shame, and stomped her feet, "Ah Yu is really, he hasn't replied to me since yesterday, what are you doing!"

The girl vaguely realized that if she posted similar "are you there" nonsense like this, I am afraid that she would not want to get the response she wanted.

Summoning up his courage again, his fingers trembled a little, and he typed out a message with difficulty:

"If you see it, please come to that place, you know, I have Christmas presents for you!"

"I must come!

Syllable!

After locking the screen of the mobile phone, I can't see the chat box, the rapidly beating heart gradually returns to the normal frequency, the girl holds the phone and closes her eyes and opens her eyes, inhales and exhales, and so on, and after two or three minutes, the whole thing calms down.

I found the gift bag and filled the gift box, of course, in addition to the towel and two boxes of Christmas snacks marked with her personal mark of Maki Morita, one box of chocolate candies and the other box of Christmas cakes.

Carrying the bag, he went downstairs, and the footsteps alarmed Morita's mother in the kitchen, and he poked his head out and shouted at the girl who rushed out of the noodle house: "Maki, what are you going to do?!"

The girl didn't answer, but moved a small cardboard box in the corner of the store, so she took a lot of things in her left hand and right hand, and her figure disappeared into the wind of the shopping street.

……

Xia's Christmas food festival stall closed the stall.

Just disposing of empty red wine bottles is enough of a headache, and the cooking pot and wok have to be moved back to the backyard, and it is worth mentioning that tonight's snacks of the Yuchuan sisters and Zhu Qing also sold well and were well received, and sold out.

The customers of the storefront walked and scattered, but there was a car parked in the dark on the street outside.

The driver is a professional driver in a suit and is taciturn.

In the back seat of the car, Alice, who was wearing a dress, bit her lip and fidgeted, lit up the mobile phone screen from time to time, looked at the chat box with no news, and gritted her teeth and scolded: "Pretend to be dead, pretend to be dead, tell you to play dead!"

Angry enough to kick the seat, the driver in the front seat looked straight ahead, not squinting.

With an angry tremor in his fingers, he knocked out another message:

"My good good good lecturer, do you want my Christmas present? I'm right outside your door, get out of here!"

"It's within reach!"

It's just a bold statement, and the style is perfectly in line with the success of the last almost night raid.

After sending the message, Alice glanced sideways at the complete gift bag next to her, and after confirming that there was no situation, she exhaled, showing a little apprehension and expectation, "The lecturer will come, right? I'm at his door, if I don't come......"

Meanwhile.

Hakone, a suburb of Tokyo.

In the mountains and forests, Chiyo Shrine, Erina Nagikiri holds the vermilion railing in her hand, looking at the small town under the mountain with fireflies, with a lingering shame in her eyes.

I remembered that I waited for him at the door for an afternoon but was deflated, bang!

Kicking on the railing, for a long time, the small breasts that are quite large and undulating tend to flatten out, and Erina is expressionless, unlocking the phone screen, which is still a familiar chat box interface.

The avatar of the chatter is a star-studded photo of the Sapporo tournament winning on the stage.

Historical chat records with the same strong sense of déjà vu as Maki Morita.。

Are you there?

Is it there?

Don't play dead, come out and squeak.

The latest piece of news was sent by Erina on the way to the Hakone Chiyo Shrine in a special car to participate in the winter school, and she was angry and indifferent: "I threw away the Christmas gift in the trash, don't read it!"

Changed the place and mood, and looked at this news again, a wisp of fluctuation appeared in Erina's eyes, her fingers were withdrawn, but the words did not move, and her shoulders collapsed slightly and finally gave up.

What to do?

Erina, who frowned and bit her lip, kept slapping the railing, regretting it in her heart. The impulse of anger really kills someone, how to tell that annoying guy that she put a Christmas gift in such and such a place, and let such and such pass it on?

……

"Whew!"

Listening to the midnight bell ringing in the store, Xia Yu finally wiped the sweat on his forehead after moving the stove, revealing a smile that he thought was pure: "Christmas Eve has passed, I can be regarded as a successful escape?"

Today's unexpectedly calm, calm beyond words.

Tut!

I have to secretly praise my wisdom and martial arts, these little girls, with tender skin, dare not stuff gifts in front of them, and their mobile phones have become a channel for transmitting messages. Therefore, Xia Yu had a prediction yesterday, threw the mobile phone at the bedside to charge it in advance, turned it off all the time, and didn't take it with him.

What was it like yesterday?

To be honest, curious.

After 12 o'clock, at Christmas, Xia Yu finally calmly went upstairs and found his mobile phone at the bedside.

The boot animation flashes.

Ding!

The push bar pops up a message, and sure enough, it's from the chat software.

But when he opened the software, a bunch of avatars in the front row, and the number of red unread messages he carried, made Xia Yu hiss, "Damn, this amount is a bit of a bad feeling!"

At that time, Xia Yu shivered, and sensed a strong resentment rushing towards him.