"Brother, I saw my classmates, and they told me to play together. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The Hibara Festival is not a Kanda Festival, and the people who can participate in this small-scale festival are the people around you, so it's normal to meet acquaintances, especially these energetic elementary school students.

"Male or female?"

Poisoned by some anime works, mentioning the words festivals, classmates, men and women, Miyahara couldn't help but think of some scenes that were inappropriate for children.

Could it be that he is too dirty?

In addition, there is a shameful declaration in his mind that "elementary school students are the highest", which is constantly echoing.

"Of course it's a female classmate." As she spoke, Ruri Miyahara pointed not far away, and sure enough, she could see a few girls of her age.

Just when Ruri wanted to run over there, Miyahara Jing grabbed her.

"Wait, don't you need pocket money?"

In the United States, the most beloved figure is definitely Jeremy Franklin and, of course, William McKinley.

In Japan, it is Yukichi Fukuzawa, followed by Natsume Soseki.

Therefore, in order to show that he likes his sister more than Fukuzawa Yukichi, Miyahara Jing took out his wallet and then took out six or seven or eight Yuji and stuffed them into Miyahara Ruri's hands.

Seeing his strength in stuffing pocket money, Natsuki Shinohara's eyelids on the side kept shaking.

"Hee-hee, thank you, brother."

"Let's play, but it's not too late, and when you've had enough, go find us at Hibara Shrine."

"Got it."

With the pocket money in hand, Ruri Miyahara happily ran away.

"It's too much."

After Miyahara Ruri left, Shinohara Natsuki whispered in Miyahara Jing's ear, she didn't see clearly how much money Miyahara Jing stuffed her sister just now, but at least it was more than 50,000 yen, she didn't think it was appropriate to use so much money at this kind of festival, or to stuff such a large amount of money into a child without blinking her eyes.

"What?" There weren't too many people at the Hibara Festival, but it couldn't be said that there were too many, and the noisy environment made Miyahara Shizune not hear what Natsuki said clearly.

"I said I gave too much pocket money."

"Yes?" Miyahara Jing has no concept of spending money on his sister.,Since he was a child, his pocket money has basically gone into Miyahara Ruri's pocket.,And because of the impression of the previous life.,Japanese prices.、The face value of the yen and purchasing power, etc., make him feel that the yen is not very valuable.。

"It's okay, now I'm a high-income person, and I can contribute a considerable part of my tax revenue to the National Tax Bureau every year." He said a little indifferently, he didn't know what to say about the tax rate he received, and he had to contribute a small half of his income, which was really hard.

However, the traverser can't deal with the tax bureau, which is inevitable, the time-traveler of the Celestial Empire can't deal with the tax bureau of the Celestial Empire, the American time-traveler can't deal with the U.S. tax bureau, and the Japanese time-traveler can't deal with the Japanese tax bureau.

There are two things in the world that are eternal, one is death and the other is taxes, aren't they.

"I've always heard that cartoonists earn a lot of money, but how high is it." Natsuki and Miyahara asked with some curiosity as they walked forward in the crowd.

By this time the sky had begun to darken, the lights on the street had turned on, and the stalls on both sides had begun to open, and the two of them walked past the arch sign that spanned the street, and on the top of it was written the word Hibara Matsuri.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, but when one foot stepped into the other side of the arch, Miyahara suddenly felt as if it was more lively.

"Jingjun?" Natsuki, who was walking in front, saw that Miyahara Shizune hadn't answered his question, so he stopped and turned around and asked.

"Oh," Miyahara Shizune immediately came back to her senses, and then said, "This score, my words must be very good, after all, the number of manuscripts I produce every month is very large." ”

And because of his identity, the price of the original manuscript given to him by the Hibiscus Society is not a newcomer's price, but a middle price.

"Really? Then there is Jingjun to treat you today, and a poor high school student like me can rely on you. ”

"No problem at all, leave it to me." Miyahara opened her mouth and agreed, what can you buy at this kind of festival? It's nothing more than some snacks

What kind of shaved ice, parfait, apple candy, takoyaki, yakisoba and the like, for Miyahara Shizun, it doesn't cost much to eat it open.

Miyahara said that although Hibiscus Society is a poor ghost, he is already a local tyrant.

However, Xia Xi said that she was a poor high school student, Miyahara Jing disagreed, with her family's situation, she was absolutely unable to lack her pocket money, not to mention anything else, just say that she had this yukata on her, although Miyahara Jing didn't understand this thing, but at a glance, this fabric felt that there were no hundreds of thousands of dollars that could not be taken.

Unlike Miyahara Ruri's playful and cute cherry pink feather coat, Natsuki Shinohara's navy blue yukata with dark red patterns today looks a little different from the maturity of high school students when she wears a navy blue yukata with dark red patterns and her black hair coiled on the back of her head and fixed with a vermilion wooden hairpin.

Of course, with Miyahara's own understanding of Natsuki, he can be sure that this is not her taste in dressing, and it is likely that her mother chose it for her.

If she wants to wear it herself, it turns out that it is estimated that it is not much different from the elementary school student Miyahara Ruri.

Miyahara Jing walked behind Natsuki's side, one step behind her, because of his height, from his point of view, he could see Natsuki's slender neck exposed after curling his hair, and his gaze probed down from the neckline king behind, and he could also see a small piece of white back.

Well, Miyahara Jing has to admit that although it is very troublesome to wear, things like kimonos and yukata can indeed show the graceful beauty of oriental women.

Miyahara snorted, as if he had smelled something called girlish breath.

"Jingjun, what are you looking at?" Since Miyahara Shizune had not made a sound, Natsuki turned her head again, and then she noticed that Miyahara Shizune's eyes had been looking at the back of her neck.

"Is there anything behind me?"

She thought there was something glued behind her, so she stretched out a hand and touched her back, but naturally there was nothing.

Natsuki's face is delicate today, and Shizune Miyahara can see that she has just the right amount of makeup and a touch of lip gloss on her face.

With her somewhat confused look, she looks very cute.

Miyahara seemed to feel her heartbeat slow down a few beats.

"Jingjun? What's wrong? Miyahara Shizune didn't react, and Natsuki shook his hand in front of his eyes.

"Ahem", Miyahara Jing coughed a few times in a vain attempt to quickly hide her embarrassment.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something...... I mean, today's yukata suits you well and is beautiful. ”

It's incoherent, this sentence is obviously late, he should have said it when he first saw Natsuki.

"Thank you, Mom helped me choose."

However, the effect was very good, and Natsuki's face turned red slightly.

"It's complicated, isn't it, are you wearing yourself?"

Miyahara Jing felt that he was a little brainless to speak today, he really wanted to give himself a mouth, why could he openly explore her steps with the girl to dress?