When Hashimoto returned to the living room with the freshly soaked noodles, Hoshimi Mibu was gulping the instant noodles she had just looked disgusted with.

Hashimoto pulled out a chair and sat beside her, shook his head helplessly as he watched her gobble up, and asked, "Is this bowl still new?" She reached out and pushed the cup in front of the star.

Hashimoto looked at the water droplets that fell into the noodle bowl and asked worriedly, "Miho?" You okay? Are you crying? She hurriedly took out a tissue from the table and handed it in her hand, but was blocked by Hoshimi raising his hand.

Xingjian didn't raise his head, hiding his red eyes, his voice was hoarse but unexpectedly steady, "I'm not crying, it's my hair dripping." With that, Hoshimi continued to roll the noodles into his mouth in a big gulp, chewing mechanically.

Hashimoto sighed, not believing Hoshimi's words at all, but asked, "I'll help you blow your hair, I was going to blow it just now." She stopped in time to say no more, reached out and picked up the hair dryer that she had set aside, turned the wind up to the fullest, and let the sound of the fan hum, drown out the sound of the rain outside the window, and drown out the sound of water droplets splashing in the bowl.

Hashimoto gently held Hoshimi's hair, watching her half-dried hair silent, still holding the hair dryer carefully to sweep away the residual moisture. The faint watermark on Hoshimi's shoulder has long since disappeared, and the droplets of water on the tips of his hair are hard to find.

Hashimoto looked at the ends of his fingertips that were already dry, and sighed helplessly and turned off the hair dryer, and the room instantly fell silent.

Hoshimi pushed the empty noodle bowl forward, then picked up the noodle bowl and drank it, the noodle soup was already cold and thorough, and the cold soup poured down Hoshimi's throat, through the body and into the soles of the feet.

She put down the bowl and looked at the steaming noodle bowl on the other side, grabbed the tissue that Hashimoto had just given her and wiped the corners of her mouth indiscriminately, her strength was a little strong, and her lips were red. Hoshimi looked back at Hashimoto, who was arranging the hair dryer wires, and shouted with red eyes and a crying voice, "I'm full." ”

Tears slid down Hoshimi's cheeks in a reluctantly manner.

Hashimoto looked at her innocent and pitiful appearance and smiled a little, put the hair dryer aside and replaced it with a tissue, walked straight to the star meeting, bowed and gently wiped the tears hanging on her chin, and coaxed softly: "If you are full, you won't eat, just pour it." ”

Hoshimi bit his lip and cried indistinctly, "But there won't be any more." Tears fell down without money, bullying the thin tissue in Hashimoto's hand.

Hashimoto continued to coax in a low voice: "Why can't there be, there are still several bowls at home, you can soak it again when you are hungry." Looking at Hoshimi, he couldn't open his eyes crying, and the smile on the corner of his mouth accidentally flooded.

Hoshimi's eyes were full of tears, and the Hashimoto in his eyes became blurred, and he could only vaguely glimpse the smile on Hashimoto's face that could not be ignored, and the grievances in his heart spurted out uncontrollably, knocking off Hashimoto's finger leaning on her cheek and pointing at her and protesting loudly: "You still laugh at me, bad woman, you are so ruthless." ”

"Okay, okay, I'm not smiling." Hashimoto lowered his head and tried his best to restrain his smile, his lips pursed red, and after a while, even his cheeks turned crimson.

"You're so ruthless...... Hoshimi began to sob, complaining about Hashimoto's viciousness unrelentingly, and the cold soup that had just been poured down seemed to have an effect, making her shiver cold, and hiccups in shame, and the clear and transparent voice finally pierced Hashimoto's hard-held bun face, making her smile so hard that she covered her sore lower abdomen, and her other hand still helped Hoshimi wipe her face uneasily.

"You're still laughing..."Hoshimi's eyes were as red as a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered, and her ears drooped so cutely that she shivered and couldn't help whispering to Hashimoto in a trembling voice, "It's cold, you want to hug it." ”

"Okay, hug." Hashimoto poured out Hoshimi carefully into his arms, and put his warm palm on Hoshimi's back, feeling that the villain in his arms was trembling gently, he couldn't help but hug it tighter, so that Hoshimi's head was obediently buried in her shoulder socket, and a little wetness came from her collarbone.

Hoshimi raised his hand and hooked Hashimoto's shoulder from behind, and couldn't help but gently beat her, and after burying it in Hashimoto's arms, her voice became muffled, and she choked up: "If you want to hug you, you will only hug!" You can't touch your head! After saying that, he angrily slapped Hashimoto, buried his body closer, and shrunk into Hashimoto's arms.

Hashimoto couldn't cry or laugh for a while, so he could only promise repeatedly: "Okay, good, touch your head." Hashimoto gently rubbed the top of Hoshimi's soft hair with one free hand, and continued to hold Hoshimi's back with the other.

The weather in the rainy season is cloudy and uncertain, like a girl's little temperament, it comes and goes quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the pale orange light dyes the sky with joy, and the rain stars follow the dark clouds to shift their positions, giving up the territory to the menacing bright skylight.

Maintaining the same posture all the time made Hashimoto's waist a little sore, and she couldn't help but move her body a little, and Hoshimi in her arms sensed something, and opened her eyes and looked at her with an ignorant look, and there was a wet mist in her eyes.

"I seem to be asleep." Hoshimi gently pushed Hashimoto's shoulder slowly, and the next second he pounced again, pressed Hashimoto against the back of the chair, and explained innocently, "I'm sorry, it seems that I slept for too long, and my legs are numb." ”

Hashimoto raised his head to support his forehead, his hand still stained with the smell of shampoo on the top of Hoshimi's head, sighed helplessly, reached out and pretended to be angry and knocked on Hoshimi's forehead, leaving an inconspicuous red mark.

Hoshimi frowned, raised his hand and touched his head, and protested dissatisfiedly: "Knock me again!" I'm not a drum, it's a head! ”

"So it's a head, I thought it was a faucet, look at my clothes." Hashimoto picked up the placket of his shirt and pointed to the pale gray water stains on it and teased at Hoshimi, "You gave me back the few glasses of water you just drank." ”

Hoshimi pressed his legs back, leaned back on the back of his chair, beat his knees as if nothing had happened, and whispered in response, "I don't know, I just fell asleep, Nanamin may have fallen asleep too, I may have dreamed just now, and I dreamed that I became a water switch." ”

Hashimoto stretched out his hand and rubbed his waist, looked at Hoshimi pretending to be funny, and teased: "Yes, you also ate a big bowl of instant noodles in your dream, and you cried when you cried about eating the second bowl." ”

Hoshimi nodded stupidly, and praised with a red face: "Nanamin's dreams are so rich, it must be the credit of her usual love of reading, Nanamin, it is worthy of you." ”

"Don't make a fuss, go wash your face, you're all a little cat, don't forget to apply ice water to your eyes, they're all swollen, there's a show shooting tomorrow, don't let others think I'm bullying the guests." Hashimoto got up with his waist up, and after cleaning up the table, he couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of Hoshimi's hair again, before leaving with the cutlery, leaving Hoshimi alone with his head drooping, regretting his humiliating performance.

Hoshimi walked outside the kitchen, leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Hashimoto, and only then did he muster up the courage to ask, "Nanamin, am I in trouble?" ”