Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Hoshimi jerked her head back and saw two huge suitcases leap into her field of vision, stacked on top of each other and almost filling the hallway.

"Mom?"

Mikoto Hoshimi appeared straight from behind the suitcase and looked at Hoshimi lying on the sofa on her side with a smile, "I'm back, Miho." ”

"Oh."

"What's your reaction?" Seeing her daughter respond coldly and immediately lay down on the sofa, Mikoto Hoshimi was slightly disappointed and shouted at her angrily.

"Welcome home!" Hearing his mother's majestic voice, Hoshimi immediately turned over and stood up, picked up his slippers scattered on the ground in a panic, bowed meekly to express his sincerest greetings to his mother, and then skillfully pulled the box forward and put it into the cloakroom.

"Tell me why you're so unmotivated?" Mikoto Hoshimi changed into shoes and walked to the end of the sofa and sat down with her legs crossed, full of momentum.

Xingjian sat down next to the sofa with a shy face, and diligently handed over the water cup on the coffee table, and when he was about to put it in his mother's hand, he suddenly withdrew it, "This is cold water, I'll pour some hot water." As he spoke, he prepared to run away with his cup in hand.

"Stop! I'm not thirsty right now, put the cup down. Mikoto Hoshimi pointed to the coffee table and stared at Hoshimi's movements, and saw her obediently re-do it on the sofa before she slowly spoke, "Why are you sitting so far away?" Sit here. Seeing Hoshimi sitting against the other end of the sofa, Hoshimi Mikoto frowned, reached out and patted her side gently.

Hoshimi moved slowly and sat on the sofa with his waist straight, "What does Mom want to ask?" ”

"Let's talk about how I don't have energy."

"It's just that I'm a little tired at night. Did Mom eat? It's tiring to rush back from the airport just now, so it's better to-"

"Why don't you tell me where you spent the night last night?"

"Huh?" Hoshimi took a half-step back, his eyes straightening.

"Eh, the administrator didn't see you coming back last night, so he called me. When I called you yesterday, didn't you say you'd be home soon? ”

"Is Mom here for this?"

"It's not just because you don't come home at night. It's Christmas Eve, have you forgotten? ”

"Nope. I stayed overnight at Hiya Xiang's house yesterday, and I decided on the impromptu basis, thinking that it was too late to tell you. ”

"It's okay, I found out about this matter from the Zhongyuan family this morning. You forgot that our group of parents also have email exchanges. Mikoto Hoshimi's fingers tapped rhythmically on her knees, and her sharp gaze scanned up and down Hoshimi.

"And what else does Mom want to ask?" Xingjian subconsciously began to change the topic, "Why don't you pack your luggage and take a bath first." ”

"Don't slip away, think about what else you haven't told me."

"What? Is it a debut list? Hoshimi raised her eyebrows when she saw her mother hearing the words 'debut list', and there was an uncomfortable sticky feeling in her palm, "I thought my mother would receive the news directly from the company, so I didn't notify you again." ”

"I received the message, but I would prefer that you inform me. Miho," Mikoto Hoshimi paused, and saw Hoshimi Mibu seriously looking sideways at her before continuing, "Failure is not something to say sometimes, especially this kind of thing is not a failure, it is just a failure, and the loss of one opportunity does not mean that there is no other. ”

"What do you mean?" Hoshimi's expression gradually became a little solemn, his dark pupils were deep and bottomless, his fingers were clenched on the sofa cushions, and his eyes were firmly glued to his mother.

"It doesn't matter if you don't make it to your debut, you just have time to try something else. I only knew you were interested in photography, but I didn't know that you could also storyboard and shoot videos yourself, and you didn't seem to have shown me your photo album. ”

Hoshimi didn't answer, still silently waiting for Mikoto Hoshimi's verdict.

"You should know that most TV stations are controlled by newspapers, and cooperation with newspapers and magazines is a common thing, if you want, I can give you a chance to observe and learn. If you just like photography, I can ask an assistant to take you to the set for future events like shooting, and if you're interested in going behind the scenes, I can also ask someone to take care of you. ”

"How to take care of it? Mom already has a plan. Hoshimi let out a sigh of relief, and his straight waist finally fell back in frustration, 'Is Mom starting to think that I'm not suitable to be an idol?' After much thought, she didn't ask the question.

"Anyway, you fell out of the selection, there should be more time in time, it's better to follow the shooting team of the magazine to work, I will talk to the staff, I hope you go to observe with a learning mentality, don't cause trouble."

"I see, when will it start? Do I need to say hello to my agent in advance? Hoshimi silently closed his eyes and took a breath before slowly opening them again, turning his head to look at his mother who began to swipe the phone.

"It's just a part-time job, if it doesn't conflict with the itinerary, there is no need to say, the specific time and address I will ask the assistant to send it to your mailbox." Mikoto Hoshimi neatly pressed the phone aside and threw it aside, turned her head and asked loudly, "Miho, what do you want to eat?" There was an indescribable sense of excitement hidden between his eyebrows.

"I also have instant noodles and vegetables at home." Hoshimi got up and looked at the refrigerator, crossed his fingers and said, "Vegetables cost 300 yen for one organic tomato two days ago!" I made up my mind to buy it, so let's eat the tomatoes today. ”

"Okay, mom cooks today!" Mikoto Hoshimi grabbed Mikoto's shoulders and pushed her back to sit on the couch.

Hoshimi, who was forced to hold the remote control, was a little surprised, glanced up and down at his mother, frowned in embarrassment, and said, "Huh? Is Mom ready to order a meal? Obviously, there are still vegetables at home, and if you don't eat it, it will be bad, which is a waste. ”

"I said I cooked, my mother cooked it herself today, and Miho just had to rest and wait in the living room."

"Really?" An ominous premonition spread around Hoshimi, and her mother's words struck her head like a thunderbolt from the sky.

"No problem at all, I took advantage of the flight to buy a cookbook at the airport bookstore, read it for several days, and learned a lot. And isn't cooking also said to be related to genes? Since Miho can master it quickly, then Mom can too, so leave it to me. Mikoto Hoshimi rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen, and when she saw Hoshimi's worried eyes following her, she was quite resentful, and closed the kitchen door directly, not giving Hoshimi a chance to peep.

"Okay then." Hoshimi fell on the sofa with his head up, and there were some black spots on the chandelier, which were the remains left by the moths chasing the light. She shook her head and silently turned up the volume of the TV, blocking out the sound of ping-pong pots and pans colliding from the kitchen.

Hoshimi picked up the phone lying on the coffee table and suddenly lit up, it was an email from Wakatsuki to confirm whether she had arrived home.

After replying, she received a holiday greeting from Wakatsuki, and at the end of the email, she asked what she wanted for Christmas.

"Hey, is this really an extra sister? And the kind that comes with a 'sister-in-law'? Hoshimi frowned and whispered a grumble, his fingers tapping lightly on the screen, borrowing Minami Hoshino's usual answer, 'It's very ordinary, nothing special.'

News anchors on TV are interviewing passers-by who are immersed in the festive spirit, and busy cars and pedestrians blend in with the Christmas tree lights. The Hoshimi family outside the TV is in a holiday predicament.

Hoshimi watched as her mother brought the food to the table, let's call it a dish, and the burnt eggs and peeled tomatoes made a striking visual impact on her. Hoshimi set up an egg that was so black that he couldn't see the main body, swallowed his saliva, and plucked up the courage to propose, "Mom, let's order takeout, although it's a waste, but at least it's safe." ”

"You haven't tasted it yet, sometimes you can't just look at the appearance. Come on, try it first. Mikoto Hoshimi brought the plate to Hoshimi's mouth, her eyes shining with anticipation and confidence.

"I don't have to." The smell of burnt paste all crept into Hoshimi's nose, causing her to hold her breath and take half a step back without leaving a trace. The next second, his lips were forced against the cold edge of the porcelain plate, and Hoshimi stubbornly picked up a piece of tomato and put it in his mouth.

"How?"

"I want to gargle!" Hoshimi bites on salt-baked tomatoes and rushes to the kitchen, turns on the faucet, and rinses frantically.

Mikoto Hoshimi was still holding the plate, leaning on the kitchen door and looking at Hoshimi with an innocent face, "Is it so unpalatable?" She didn't believe in evil, she stuffed an egg into her mouth, and the next second she threw down the plate and pushed away Hoshimi, who was still hunched over the edge of the pool.

Hoshimi came back to his senses, stared at the plate for three seconds, and then turned to his mother, who was holding the faucet, and shook his head, "How much salt is this?" Mom doesn't know how to tell the difference between salt and sugar. I finally know why my mother and Ikuta have such a good relationship, because they are completely the same kind! ”

Hoshimi Mikoto propped up the edge of the pool and defended weakly, "It's not because Miho doesn't like to eat sweets, I put a few more salts." Hoshimi didn't refute her, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he silently poured out the monster on the plate and took care of the kitchen.

"Miho, is the phone still in the cupboard? Today, mom has a treat, let's order pizza, and if you want to eat fried chicken, it's completely OK. ”

"Then eat fried chicken, I want sweet and spicy, and let the store send another mayonnaise."

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Blog:

Christmas Eve has arrived. Merry Christmas to all.

I heard that someone called me a chatter idol? Who is out there ruining my reputation? Lying children will not receive gifts from Santa Claus. So, if you don't receive a gift tomorrow night, you need to reflect on whether you are not well-behaved, such as not being obedient when my fans are retweeting next door. (PS: It's okay to add a push, but not to retweet.) ）

Someone asks me what Christmas gift I would like to receive, and I'll answer you here. You turned the front camera on, did you see that? Inside was my most wanted Christmas present.

I've always called myself a photography blogger, so let's bring my guest model to give you Christmas gifts in advance on Christmas Eve.

Theme: Incense sticks

Appearance: Zhongyuan Ri Bud Xiang

Photo: The Stars Are Not Moving

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It's winter, it's daytime, and I still want to watch the fireworks together.

Happy holidays, even if you are occasionally unhappy, be sure to run towards tomorrow together.