The next morning, the rapid "Ding Dong" doorbell woke up Takeshita Mustard, who was dreaming and had a hara on one side of his mouth. With his eyes closed, he didn't get up to open the door, and continued to pretend that he didn't hear it, so that there was no one in the room, and he continued to sleep in a daze.

Two or three minutes later, the doorbell came to an abrupt end. However, his mobile phone rang again suddenly. Takeshita Kusaoke, who raised his hand to grab the mobile phone on the inside of the pillow, connected the phone and put it next to his ear, but heard Kitagawa Kako on the other end of the phone say bluntly: "Right now, I'm outside the door of your rental house." Where are you going again? ”

"I didn't go there, I was sleeping in bed." The hara that flowed out of the corner of his mouth was gasped back into his mouth, and he smacked his mouth twice, still with his eyes closed and confused.

"Then what are you doing pretending to be dead in bed? Get up and open the door for me. Kitagawa Kako, who was stunned for a moment, originally thought that he was going out, but she didn't expect that he would rather wake up in bed than get up.

"Oh" Takeshita grass mustard, half-opened and closed his eyes after hanging up the mobile phone, and casually threw it into the pillow. Uncovering the quilt, he got up and got out of bed, and the whole person seemed to be sleepwalking, walking a serpentine route, staggering to the door, and opened the door directly. Then, the 180-degree rotation of Takeshita grass mustard walked inward like a zombie, and lay down on the bed again to sleep.

opened the door and walked into the house with a travel bag on her back, and closed the door with a backhand "clang". She took off her shoes and walked in, washing, drying, folding and bringing back the pile of "dirty skin" she had taken away from here last time.

Thinking about the autumn season, Kitagawa Kako, inevitably came by car. In the big backpack, he stuffed several autumn clothes to protect him from the cold. She put the big backpack on the tatami mat, staring at the bed with motionless eyes, and then the bamboo grass mustard lying on the corpse suddenly felt sorry for him, after all, it was really hard for this family and for their mother and daughter to live a high-quality, decent life.

"Last night, did you read the book and saw the early morning, or did you write until dawn?" Kako Kitagawa is unzipping the big backpack on the side. took out the clothes inside, put them in the small closet for him, and asked with great concern.

"Neither. Played an all-night game. It was just after dawn that I went to bed. It feels like you've just been lying down for a short time before you're here. You didn't come early, you didn't come late, but you came when I was dreaming comfortably. You ruined my dreams, how can you compensate me? Knowing that as soon as she came, she would be guaranteed to be unable to sleep back to the cage, so she turned over and sat directly on the bed. There is nothing unclear between himself and her.

I heard him say that it was Kako Kitagawa who was playing a game. Holding his clothes in both hands, he was stunned. Thinking that she had misheard, she stared at him and winked at him, and confirmed: "You are neither writing nor reading, but you are fascinated and play for about ten hours without feeling the time passing by you, a whole night game?" ”

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Takeshita Grass Mustard covered the quilt with the Tianling cover and wrapped it around his body. He still hasn't fully opened his eyes. He just nodded at her with a face and said, "Yes." To be precise, it should have started at seven o'clock in the evening and lasted until about half past six the next morning. Nearly twelve hours of looks. ”

"You're almost thirty years old. Why don't you know how to take care of your body? Kitagawa Kako, who was really annoyed by him, didn't interfere with him playing games, after all, it was natural to relax after work. As for which way to choose, it is entirely up to personal preference. I can't accept how he can still be like a person in his teens and early twenties, and he still has such a playful heart.

"I was releasing the pressure. Don't think that a writer can make money just by writing casually. The mental stress is unimaginable. I can't write without inspiration, it's painful. Inspired to write out. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to write well. When you run out of ideas, it's useless to bang your head against the wall, and you even have the heart to die. After I finished writing, I began to fear that I would not get a recognition and understanding. When I was attacked in all kinds of ways, I was not the most afraid. And the most frightening thing is that when everything is said to be good, I can't help but start worrying about whether I have reached the top, and then it should start to go downhill, until I can't write it in the end...... "Takeshita Kusaoke, who began to quibble, just didn't admit that he played the game energetically, so he forgot a time when he should sleep.

If this had been left for more than three years, Kitagawa Kako would not only be convinced, but also encouraged him. It is under the same roof and eats at the same table for a long time...... Getting along day and night, she is getting closer and closer to each other emotionally, and she has a strong premonition that he is starting to fool himself again. Even if what he said was true, he felt that the other party had secretly changed his concept. I'm talking to him about games right now, and why did he get involved in writing for himself?

"Yours is the case. I almost got fooled by you again. Kako Kitagawa, who raised her head and looked at the ceiling, let out a long "ah" voice.

"Kako, you're getting smarter." Hehe, Takeshita Kusaoke, who laughed, couldn't help but shake his body slightly.

"In the long-term struggle with you, if I don't become a little smarter, and I haven't been deceived by you, I will not only help you count the money, but also have to express a deep gratitude to you." Kako Kitagawa, who rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously, walked to the small wardrobe to put clothes for him with her legs again.

Stop laughing, Takeshita Kusaokei with his head drooping, was inspired by the Sakai family yesterday. So, he wanted to come to a gourd to draw a scoop, and the expression on his face was serious: "I will discuss a matter with you." I'm going to set up a dowry fund account for Miyuki. Every year, a sum of money is regularly put into her account, so that she can marry into her husband's family in the future and not be bullied and angry. ”

Kitagawa Kako, who put the clothes in the small closet, looked at him sideways, and said very seriously: "I don't agree." Strongly oppose your proposal. Will she be bullied and angry when she marries into her husband's family in the future? You must be telling me a joke. She doesn't bully and give others anger to Amitabha. Not only is she a big ghost, but she is also a ghost. Three-year-olds see old. I'm starting to lose control of her a little now. As for the future, hey, ......" (To be continued.) )