When Yuichi Fujisawa called his special assistant, Mr. Yang from China, I leaned casually against a stone pillar and peeled off a snack paper with my head down.

As soon as he peeled off a small corner, he took the snack from his hand.

I looked up. He wrapped the handle of his cane and a dial-up phone in the palm of his hand, just to free up one hand to peel off the snack paper, and even then, his movements did be surprisingly smooth.

I leaned over, pulled my phone out of his hand, and tiptoed it to his ear. He leaned down, raised one hand, and offered me a piece of pastry.

I took a bite and it was a sweet mung bean cake.

Yang came quickly.

We got in the car and sat side by side in the back seat. As soon as I sat down, Yuichi Fujisawa reached out and hugged me, and I leaned into his arms. When our heads touched, Yu Fujisawa turned his head to one side, his thin lips grinding against my sideburns.

Yang silently put the partition down.

The fingers of my right hand climbed up to Yuichi Fujisawa's hand, and he chuckled as he flipped my palm down, in a ten-finger interlocking position. His palms are broad, and his fingers are thin and long. I've always had a low body temperature, even in the palm of my hand, and those lines that I can't distinguish spread between the two compartments.

He has a pair of beautiful hands, and when they shake each other, it seems that the best view in the world is in the palm of my hand.

This hand has just peeled the mung bean cake for me.

I also remembered the sweet mung bean cake in my heart.

As I drove through Shijo Kawaramachi, I looked out the window at the familiar scenery and spoke to him softly.

"Now," my index finger tapped in the palm of his hand, "Mr. Fujisawa." ”

He snapped his fingers and tapped in my palm in response.

I drew a circle in my mind and said, "Yesterday I told my colleagues at the café about the new bakery that had opened around the corner of the café, and this shop sold a kind of hot cheese bread, which was also called happiness cheese bread, which attracted many people to queue up to buy it. ”

"And then, you went and ate bread together?"

"I was laughed at." I shook my head, "A colleague of mine said that the store was there before I came to work part-time, and it has been on several variety shows and has always been famous. ”

After listening to me, Yuichi Fujisawa didn't speak, but leaned over to pull the partition.

I took his hand: "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

"Go buy bread. Hot, fragrant cheese bread. He said, "How can a piece of pastry fill your stomach?" ”

"Ah...... It's not you ...... yet."

I didn't finish, the culprit was me.

"Now, listen to me, Mr. Fujisawa." I pulled his hand back, and the words poured out of my mouth, "I've never looked closely at things around me before. Most of my classmates who have been in the same class for several years can't be named, and I met a completely unfamiliar face on the road. I am mostly indifferent to the world, and in my opinion, except for the glamorous clothes, the world is a black and white photograph. But that's no longer the case. ”

"Mr. Fujisawa, because of your appearance, my world has become a color photograph."

He looked at me, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth throughout, and he didn't speak, just looked at me with his eyes.

There was a long silence.

He reached out and hugged me into his arms, my face pressed against his chest, feeling the temperature of his palm rubbing his hair, and those calm and stable strengths, through his caress again and again, went straight to the depths of my heart.

At this moment, he did not speak, but it was better to say many.