"It's you?!" Looking at the micro rafters, Fuji was a little stunned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wei Sheng's footsteps paused, his face was slightly stunned, and he looked a little surprised, although it was pretended, but it really looked like it. Then he nodded slightly, and placed the noodles on the tray on the table, "See you again." ”

Fuji's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, he met this person on the night of Sakuraichi's disappearance, and based on his rude behavior towards Sakuraichi, his impression of this boy was really not good. But Fuji also understands that Sakuraichi's disappearance has nothing to do with this person, and it seems a little immoral to take his anger out on him for no reason.

Thinking like this, Fuji's face turned slightly pale, and he sat down with his back against the isolation table, "Thank you." ”

"Good English." The micro-rafter sat down across from him, his fingers crossed against his jaw. He didn't speak Japanese, so he used English at the beginning, and watching Fuji pick up some chopsticks to prepare for the entrance, the micro-rafters suddenly had a sense of schadenfreude, "My name is the micro-rafters, Chinese." Aren't you afraid that your parents will worry about coming home so late? ”

"Fuji Zhou help...... I told my family. As he spoke, he opened his mouth and took a bite of noodles, and after a pause, an indescribable taste exploded in his mouth, and in an instant it filled all corners, especially the choking ...... Wasabi flavored !!

The corners of his eyes jumped, he likes to eat mustard, but this bowl of noodles ...... Put all the bottles of wasabi in there, right? Moreover, this noodle is very old and hard to chew, there is too much salt, and the green onion is a little long chopped, as if there is still ...... A little familiar taste.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Suddenly, a hoarse and low voice sounded in front of the right, and when he looked up, he saw an old man who looked like he was over seventy years old, and he quickly stood up and said, "It's okay, if it's hot......"

The seventh master waved his hand, "Don't say those good things, I know this better than anyone else." More salt, old boiling, more ingredients, less soup, in addition to the good placement...... And that mustard!! Speaking of this, the seventh master's voice couldn't help but rise a lot, quite a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

In the kitchen, Sakuraichi was not angry because of the words of the seventh master, all her attention was on Fuji, how could she listen to what the seventh master said? Actually, she really wanted to go out, but she still dispelled this thought, she didn't want Fuji to know that she was here, and if he knew, he would definitely talk about her again.

Fuji looked at the two people in front of him who looked like grandchildren, and felt a little inexplicable. It stands to reason that if the old man said this, Wei Shengrin would not be angry and his face would not be too good-looking, but the fact is that Wei Shengrin smiled and his shoulders trembled, as if he didn't care about the old man's words at all.

Didn't he cook the noodles?

Fuji glanced at the kitchen in confusion, and seemed to ...... There is no fourth person.

"If you can't eat it, don't be too reluctant, I'm really not good at cooking." Wei Shengrin said this after laughing enough, and at the same time stood up and reached out to take the face in front of Fuji.

"No," Fuji gently brushed his hand away, "the soup is good." There was a faint sourness, which he could detect though it was masked by the strong mustard smell. The taste is somewhat familiar, much like ...... The fish soup that Sakuraichi made during the make-up exam!

But there are some differences.

Fuji picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat, chewing them carefully as if they were experiencing the taste. He didn't eat the dish when Sakuraichi made up for the exam, but he still remembered the taste wafting out when it was cooked, and it was also a little sour, not strong, which was within his acceptable range.

Although this bowl of noodles also has a slight sour taste, there is not much left under the impact of mustard, and too much mustard causes the taste to be a little strange, but it is not very difficult to eat, it can only be said to be average. But he can still eat it, not for anything else, just because of that little bit of familiar taste.

"You're really done!" Watching Fuji eat a bowl of noodles, the two couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and Wei Shengrafter leaned over to take a closer look, and even drank the soup. Raising his head and looking at Fuji, he said with a strange face: "Don't you think it's hard to eat?" ”

"Well, I think it's pretty good." Fuji put down the napkin, opened his eyes, his ice blue pupils were shining, he smiled lightly, and his voice was soft: "It's a little like my fiancée." ”

In the kitchen, Sakuraichi stiffened for a short time, his eyelids were arcing, his eyebrows were shallow, and he was quietly leaning against the wall through a door, listening to the sound of Fuji coming from behind the door, waiting for the wind to gently blow around his body, feeling the coldness of the moonlight pouring outside the window, and also feeling the faint warmth from Fuji's words.

"Your level of appreciation...... It's unique. I don't know how Sakuraichi is feeling at the moment, Wei Shengrin asked knowingly: "I just saw you coming over there, are you working on that construction site?" ”

"Hmm." Fuji nodded and took out the money from his pocket, "This is the money for the meal." ”

"Give what? This kid originally made it for himself, and he didn't plan to sell it. The Seventh Master pushed back, "What are you doing at such a young age, working so hard?" It's better to study hard first, and talk about marriage later. I'm sure your fiancée will be considerate of you. ”

Fuji shook his head, didn't take back the money, and let it sit there. spoke, the voice was shallow, like the wind blowing through the water, without a trace of ripples, but it could fall into people's hearts, "I am a serious person and work hard, so that one day when I stand by the side of the person I love, whether she is rich or nothing, I can open my hands and embrace her calmly." She is rich and I don't have to feel like I am tall, she is poor and I can feed her with my hands. ”

She doesn't want to work, then he goes to work, all the money is given to her, and she can buy whatever she wants; She doesn't know housework, it's okay, he will, and doesn't need her to do anything related to housework. He wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do, there was only one thing she had to do - stay with him.

This is the meaning of his efforts!

The only meaning.

"That kid ......" And at this moment, the air flow seems to be instantly still! It makes people feel a little suffocated, and the seventh master's gaze suddenly rushed to Fuji, and his sharp gaze seemed to have found something! Said coldly: "She has killed people!" ”

Fuji's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes suddenly became cold, with a hint of terrifying cruelty, but his face still had a smiling expression: "Do you know who it is?" ”

"I've seen you all the way," the Seventh Master narrowed his eyes, and nodded secretly in his heart to Fuji's reaction. But he spoke, "I can feel that the qi on her body has a strong smell of blood, and she must have killed a lot of people." Such a person, whose hands have become dirty, and even his soul is not clean, would you still like it? ”

"If you like someone, you have to like that person's dirty place together." Fuji's gaze gradually became cold, ""

The seventh master scolded angrily, "But she is a murderer, and one day she will go to prison." You are guilty of not reporting it! ”

"So what," he said, looking at the teacup in front of him, the light brown tea reflected his face, his eyelashes trembling in the water, his eyes soft, the corners of his mouth curved softly, and when the ripples stopped, he said, "She's my wife, that's all." ”

She's my wife, that's all......

With her back against the wall, Sakuraichi suddenly wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Just leaning against the wall quietly, touching her soul with the words that touched, lingering, entangled, she just wanted to listen quietly, the deepest tacit understanding between the hearts, deep or shallow intersections, flooded in the bottom of her heart. She suddenly realized that she really wanted to see her.

"You ......" The seventh master opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything, but in the end he waved his hand and said impatiently: "Get out, I'm going to close the door." ”

Fuji was stunned, although he was surprised by his words, the ruthlessness and killing intent in his heart did not dissipate a bit. But his face was still the same smile as before, "...... just now"

"Just now?" The seventh master raised his eyebrows, "What happened just now?" Do you still hate the unpalatable noodles made by this kid? ”

Hearing this, Fuji understood what he meant, smiled faintly, took his backpack and bowed, "Thank you for your hospitality today." ”

"Roll !!" Seeing Fuji walk out of the door, the angry appearance of the seventh master just now changed in vain, and he twisted his beard with a smile, "Yes, both are good." ”

"Ran away." Wei Shengrin pointed to the side of the screen and reminded the old man, "I went out through the window." ”

The old man laughed for a moment, and then his old face was full of anger, "Little bastard, you have washed the dishes for me!!! ”

At the end of July, there was no chill in the night, only a pillow of fragrance. The wind came, just ripples, and then calmed down, and he walked alone under the street lamp, the shadow swirled under his feet, waiting for a piece of his own field, and the footsteps stopped and walked in the dark, the unstable night, the unstable distance, the unstable heart, he now, I really want to see Sakuraichi.

Suddenly, there was a pause, and the bicycle stopped ten meters away from home, and the young man looked at the courtyard wall not far away with a stunned expression.

The man's long body leaned against the wall at will, crossed his arms and looked down at the patterns on the edge of his shoes, standing next to the wall of his yard, turning his head to look at him, his red eyes were clear, and she must have heard the sound of him stopping his bicycle just now. However, she tilted her head, pressed the brim of her hat, and whispered, "I...... Passing through, really ......"

Before she finished speaking, her body was instantly hugged tightly by the young man in his arms, and the fragrance of arid plants shrouded her like an invisible net, leaving her voice when her heart was weak: "Really...... Just passing by...... That's it......"

Inexplicable emotion spread in the bottom of my heart, hugging her, my whole heart was so satisfied, burying my head on the top of her head, taking a deep breath, and my voice was low and quiet: "Sakuraichi ......"

In the middle of the moon, Yanagi walked on the way home, and behind him, Fujiwara followed step by step. Although she knew that Yanagi was good, she could never rest assured that she would return to Kanagawa alone, let alone that it was still so late.

"Yumiko." Suddenly, there was a shout in the darkness, and the two of them paused, turned their heads to look over, and saw a figure running quickly towards this side.