The setting sun spits out the afterglow from the cracks in the tall building, leaving an orange-red halo on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the building, like a blood orange that has been cut by a sharp blade, which is gorgeous and attractive.

Xingjian took the external sightseeing elevator and jumped straight to the upper floor, and the frosted glass rubbed away the edges and corners of the crowd on the bustling street below, leaving only vague dots, and slipped away. When she passed the front desk, there was no one to stop her, and she pushed open the glass doors one after another smoothly and came to the front of Hoshimi Mikoto's office.

But before she could knock on the door, she could hear the sound of an argument inside. Hoshimi stepped back, turning to look at the other editors who were sitting at their desks, as if they were all accustomed to such a scene, and they were deeply affected, each lowering their heads deeper than the other, not giving her the slightest chance to ask for help.

Hoshimi was about to go back to the front desk to find a seat when the glass was opened and a black shadow slammed into her, followed by a scattering of manuscript paper.

"I'm sorry!"

Hoshimi was not hit hard, but it hurt a little from the sharp corners of the folder, and he couldn't help but subconsciously rub it.

The man who hit her hurriedly said a few words of apology, straightened his crooked gold-rimmed glasses, and asked about Hoshimi's situation worriedly.

"I'm fine." Hoshimi waved his hand and squatted down with the man to pick up the scattered manuscripts again.

Hoshimi picked up a discarded paper manuscript and drew a manga character that she was very familiar with, but for her who didn't read the manga, it was difficult for her to remember the character's exact name for a while, so she could only ask uncertainly: "Under the cherry blossom tree... What pharmacist? ”

The other party looked up at her in surprise instantly, and shook his head up and down affirmatively: "It's a magic apothecary under the cherry blossom tree, you've read this comic!" ”

Hoshimi noticed the way the other party's eyes lit up, shook his head slightly in embarrassment, and added before the other party lowered his head in disappointment: "But my friends around me are watching, such as... A beautiful girl. She quickly swallowed the name of Nanase Nishino and changed the pronoun.

"Really?"

Hoshimi nodded, handed back the paper manuscript in his hand to the other party, looked at the man's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, pointed to the glass door and took the lead in speaking, "Can you go in?" ”

"It's okay, there's only the editor-in-chief of Hoshimi inside, are you looking for the boss? New to the intern? It doesn't look like ...... age," the man looked at Hoshimi with some surprise.

"Hmm... Can I be let in? Hoshimi looked at a person who was trying to guess her identity in his own words, and couldn't help but look up and point to the door behind him and remind.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Sakurai Yoko immediately stepped aside, moved his position out of the way, and watched Hoshimi push the door in before curiously returning to his workstation and continuing to revise the manuscript.

Hoshimi Mikoto noticed that the door was opened straight without knocking, and she lowered her head and frowned and was about to remind her, when she suddenly remembered the message sent by her daughter and herself in the morning, and panicked to put the instant food wrappers scattered on the corner of the table into the trash.

Xingjian Weibu looked at her actions and sighed funny, she pointed to the packaging box in the trash can and said, "Don't take it, I saw it, why did you eat these again at noon?" ”

Hoshimi Mikoto didn't say anything, and only complained with a hint of grievance for a while: "Because no one made me a bento." ”

Xingjian retorted: "The company is slowly having a canteen, you just don't remember to go to eat at all." Her eyes were quite disappointed, and she saw that Mikoto was weak, and she noticed the box next to the closet and pulled it straight to her side, and then asked, "Is that it?" ”

Hoshimi Mikoto wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end she only nodded.

"Thank you," Xingjian walked to the door with the box in tow, grabbed the doorknob with his hand and let go of it, turned around and said, "I'm not angry, and I haven't communicated with you, but... But I don't want to go back yet, I want to think about it for myself and figure out what I want to do, so I'm staying in my old apartment for the first time. ”

At the end, Hoshimi couldn't help but add: "Remember to eat on time." After saying that, he dragged his suitcase and walked out without looking back.

Hoshimi Mikoto quietly looked at her daughter's long back, and suddenly realized that the other party was about the same height as herself, so she nodded at her daughter's back with a rare requirement, the tip of the pen flew, and then tore off the note and pasted it on the photo on the left side of the desk, pasting it very carefully, not covering the corner of the girl holding the little doll in the photo.

Hoshimi dragged the box and ran towards Hashimoto in the hall, and slammed into it from behind the other party, almost scaring Hashimoto, who was looking intently at the library book.

Hoshimi excitedly called, "Let's go home." ”

Hashimoto wrote down the page number and put the bookmark on it before closing the book, and then raised his hand to invite Hoshimi to eat a chestnut, and raised the corner of his lips and teased: "You got the things, did you forget to do anything before you moved?" ”

"What?" Hoshimi looked at Hashimoto suspiciously, there was no information related to it in his mind, and he was stunned for a moment and guessed, "Do you want to change the lock?" I've made an appointment for the staff to change the door, the door is broken, and I have to find someone to check the facilities, and many things must not work. As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and carefully wrote down the precautions for moving in a memo.

Hashimoto looked at the other party's obvious forgetfulness, and amusedly reached out and shook it in front of her eyes, focusing her attention back to himself, before gloatingly reminding, "Did you forget to buy origami?" You're going to have to fold 46 rabbits for everyone. ”

Hoshimi's pupils dilated instantly, and he retorted anxiously: "How did it become 46 for each person, isn't it one for each person?" Nana Min remembered wrong, after folding 46 origami papers to everyone, I could really join the urban legends. ”

Hashimoto pointed to Hoshimi's pocket and smiled, "I'm not lying, you can look at your phone yourself." ”

Hoshimi looked at the information on the phone in disbelief, gasped, and pleaded with Hashimoto with a sad face: "Nanamin, can you help me and Mai to intercede, I didn't mean to fold the magazine she just bought, you know, there are often those unclaimed magazines on the table, I thought that no one wanted to tear the origami." ”

Hashimoto Yoshimasa verbally refused: "Who told you not to look at the release time of the magazine, it seems that Mai was hard to buy, and it is said that you haven't had time to read it yet, so you might as well accept your fate." ”

Xingjian stared at the exclamation mark filled with a dialog box on his mobile phone without love, and shuddered coldly when he remembered Shiraishi's blackened appearance, and began to send an apology message to the other party as if resigned to his fate, revealing a strong desire to survive between the lines, but Shiraishi was unmoved, and did not have the slightest intention of relenting.

Hoshimi put down her phone again and looked at Hashimoto, "Nanamin, it's really not good, my hands will be wasted, my dreams are-" She couldn't remember what her dreams were for a while, so she could only drag out her long tail in embarrassment, and noticed the staff walking quickly beside her, and affirmed: "My dream is to become a great artist, and I can't do it without my hands." ”

Hashimoto clearly noticed her stumbling appearance, looked at her amusedly, and asked, "There are also artists who don't need to use their hands?" ”

Hoshimi immediately retorted, "Then how can it be done! I'm not an ordinary artist, I, I'm someone who wants to be a famous photographer, how can I have no hands. In the future, Nana Min will find me to shoot, and it will be all 99% off, how about it? She gestured to Nine in her hand and looked at each other expectantly.

"You're too picky, it's ninety-nine, it seems that we don't know each other very well." Hashimoto shook his head, picked up the bag at his side and prepared to go out.

Xingjian hurriedly gritted his teeth and said, "Eight folds? Looking at Hashimoto's unstoppable footsteps, she beat her chest and bargained: "Seven folds!" 6% off! 50% off? She followed the bridge itself with a small step, noticing that Hashimoto was completely unconscious, and a smile was wrinkled, and her right hand trembled to convey her fear to her master.

Hoshimi could only grit his teeth and shout loudly: "It's free!" As long as Nana Min has a need, she can shoot it for anyone, it's free! ”

"Deal." Hashimoto turned around and raised his hand to hit Hoshimi's raised right hand, and the crisp high-five was Hoshimi's heartbroken voice.

Hashimoto took out his phone, waved it to Hoshimi a few minutes later, and confidently helped her pick up her luggage and walk towards the station. Hoshimi hurriedly followed and was about to ask, but the next second the mobile phone message prompt sounded, and the message of Shiraishi's relief unfolded on the screen.

Hoshimi stared at his phone in surprise, unable to think of anything for a while, and just wanted to applaud Hashimoto's powerful voice in front of Shiraishi.

Hashimoto looked at Hoshimi's stunned appearance, smiled and knocked her on the head, dragging her away.

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Shiraishi looked at the fragmented scheduled magazine in front of her distressedly, the magazine she had been looking forward to for a month had become a mess of shredded paper and a few rabbit origami at the moment, and she gritted her teeth and was ruthless enough to resist the continuous tender attacks of Hoshimi, and stubbornly pressed her right hand, which suddenly had a sense of independence, and threw the phone aside.

Unexpectedly, it was not long before I received Hashimoto's message, and as soon as the information was opened, Hoshimi was holding the instant noodle cup and shedding tears, and his right hand suddenly rose up, and he didn't have time to reply to Hashimoto's message, so he directly agreed to Hoshimi's request, and left behind the magazine he had been looking forward to for a month.

After sending the message, he still held on to his phone, intently waiting for the follow-up of Hashimoto and Hoshimi, his eyes almost glued to the screen. The hour hand ticked in circles on the dial, and for a long time, Shiraishi couldn't help but fall on the bed and yawn, and the message of gratitude from Hoshimi that she was looking forward to or the photo of Hoshimi crying with joy from Hashimoto's side arrived.

Shiraishi turned over helplessly, catching a glimpse of the fragments of magazines still lying on the square table, and dissatisfaction condensed in his heart again......

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Hoshimi grabbed the handrail and couldn't help but shiver coldly, and Hashimoto noticed that she was suddenly trembling and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" The body subconsciously blocked the air outlet of the subway.

Hoshimi sniffed in wonder, and didn't feel anything abnormal, so he could only respond helplessly: "It's okay, it's just, I suddenly have an ominous premonition." ”