After Hoshimi Mibu and Nakamoto Hiyaka parted, they began to wander along the pedestrian street through the shops full of Christmas atmosphere. The black bag was slung cross-body on her shoulder, and the excessive weight urged her to pull the shoulder strap from time to time, and across the pedestrian street was the subway station, and the bright subway sign could be seen when she looked up.

Hoshimi paced boredly, slowing down more and more as he approached the subway station, and finally turned on his tiptoes and went straight to the last jewelry store on the pedestrian street. Ten minutes later, Hoshimi walked out of the store with a small bag and an apple in his hand, the apple was a gift from the merchant, Hoshimi threw the apple into the plastic bag, took a breath and walked down the stairs at the entrance of the subway.

Hoshimi grabbed the pull ring with one hand, resting his chin on his arm, swaying with the subway, like a flying snow with nowhere to settle and wait to melt. Her afterglow glanced at the red apples in the bag, the apples that were originally full of joy were discarded by her in the bag and stained with a layer of haze, Hoshimi looked up at the flickering site, took out her mobile phone and quickly tapped it and deleted it word by word before clicking send, and jumped down the moment the subway door opened.

When she walked to the bottom of Wakazuki Yumi's apartment, Hoshimi leaned her forehead against the painted wall and regretted it, she slowly ducked in the shadow cast by the street over the corner, and squatted down, her anxious fingers tugging at the brim of her shoes, leaving a deep and shallow crescent mark on her black Martin boots, and frantically searching for the standard opening sentence of a chat for a while in her mind.

When Yumi Wakatsuki and Reika Sakurai returned from shopping and walked downstairs with their bags, they saw such a strange picture. Ruoyue felt familiar when she saw a ball in the corner of the wall in a blue coat from a distance, and when she got closer, she saw that it was really Xingjian.

Wakatsuki gently pushed Sakurai, who was pressing half of her body on her, pointed to the small lump in the shadows, looked at Sakurai's confused eyes and smiled dotingly, and shouted at Hoshimi, who was still hanging his head and hugging his knees, "Mibu-chan? ”

"Huh?" Sakurai straightened up and stared at her eyes wide, her surprised voice that made Hoshimi's heart, which was already apprehensive, tremble.

Hoshimi gritted her teeth, the cold wind blew her hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks and wrinkled her little face, she sighed muffled, and the moment she looked up, the depression and anger had long since disappeared, leaving only a look of surprise, "What a coincidence, do Wakatsuki and Reika live around here?" ”

"Yes, but only Yumi lives here, we just went shopping, and we're going to have dinner with Sister Yumi in the evening." Reika Sakurai took Wakatsuki's hand and introduced it naturally.

"Yumi?" Hoshimi raised his eyebrows and whispered.

"What did Mibu-chan just say?" Wakatsuki seemed to hear her name, but unfortunately Hoshimi's voice was too small for her to hear clearly.

"I said by coincidence." Hoshimi watched Sakurai snuggle intimately next to Wakatsuki, the bag in her hand was only half of Wakatsuki's bulge, and she only felt a tingling pain coming from her back molars.

"Why is Weibu-chan here?" Wakatsuki asked seriously.

"Passing by."

"Then why squatting on the ground? Is something wrong? Wakatsuki frowned and looked at her worriedly.

"The laces are just loose." Hoshimi's fingers behind his back circled helplessly on his back, and finally pinched the corner of his coat tightly before suddenly letting go, taking out the weak and helpless apple from the bag and handing it to Wakatsuki, "Peace fruit." I just bought something and gave it away, and I just gave it to you. The coming year will be safe. ”

"Thank you—" Without waiting for Wakatsuki's voice of thanks to stop, Sakurai frowned and pretended to be angry and shouted, "What about mine?" Is Miho only for Yumi? Do you not bless me with peace? ”

Hoshimi jumped between his eyebrows when he heard the word 'Yumi', nodded silently with half-squinted eyes, and smiled when he saw Sakurai's slightly open pupils after getting his affirmation, "I definitely won't bless you, it's just that the store only gave me one, and I was troubled before Ruoyue invited me to dinner, so I gave it to her first." Besides, Wakatsuki will definitely give the apples to Reika. ”

"Really?" Sakurai turned his head to look at Wakatsuki, and after getting the other party's approval, he let Hoshimi go with satisfaction.

"Will there be anything going on with the undone sauce? If Auntie hasn't come back yet, let's have dinner together. Wakatsuki changed hands while carrying the bag, and Hoshimi caught a glimpse of the red marks on her fingers and shook her head, "No need, I still won't bother, you guys go up first, I'm going home soon." ”

"I won't bother.,Didn't I say before that I would like to have a sister like Weibu-chan.,Didn't Weibu-chan refuse? Why don't we celebrate the holidays together today? ”

Without waiting for Hoshimi to respond, I heard Sakurai say dissatisfiedly: "Yumi is too much, I also want to have a well-behaved sister like Miho, this is obviously the first to go!" Sakurai glanced at Wakatsuki indignantly, then turned his head and encouraged Hoshimi with great interest, "Miho might as well be my sister too, and I'll send you back after dinner today." ”

The thin thread that was pulling Hoshimi after receiving Ruoyue's traction broke instantly, and she shook her head a little regretfully, "It's really a pity, I still have something to do, so we can't eat together today, next time." ”

"Okay, next time we'll go out with the three of us." Sakurai said and reached out and gently touched Hoshimi's slightly drooping head, and the comforting words echoed in Hoshimi's ears until she returned home alone and opened the dark door.

"Three people...... What the hell! Hoshimi slapped the switch on the light hard, and the dark living room instantly lit up, and she held on to the shoe cabinet and kicked off the shoes on her feet angrily, but the annoying Martin boots hung resolutely on her ankles, and she couldn't kick them away even if she shook her sore feet. Hoshimi let out a lament, squatted down in frustration and slowly untied the laces that had been tied to death by throwing his shoes, and forced himself to put the shoes back in the cabinet neatly.

Hoshimi felt depressed and angry, and at the moment she just wanted to fall into the soft sofa and sleep in the dark. In fact, Hoshimi also took immediate action, and just as she screamed and fell into the sofa and buried her head in the pillow on the side, one of the slippers flew to the entrance, and the other was kicked down on the carpet by her.

Hoshimi clenched his fists and hugged the pillow, burying his head deadly, and at this moment, only to hear a click, the door was opened again-