The light through the curtain filtered out the gold on the surface, and it was silvery white, and the silver white trickle flowed straight to the pillow, stimulating the iris under the eyelids. Gently soothed in the early morning, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Nanase Nishino half-squinted her eyes to welcome the new day. The apartment is not large, the bed is placed by the window, and the integrated kitchen is seen from the straight side, and the cabinets are cluttered with kitchenware and spilled cocoa powder.

Nishino rubbed her eyes in confusion, the sunlight hid through the gap in the curtains, and the fiery red sun leaned out from behind the colorful marshmallow-like clouds to look at the city, and the white light that fell on Nishino's face made her cheeks hot after a while. The winter sun is actually extraordinarily hot, and it has not weakened the enthusiasm.

After getting up, Nanase Nishino didn't rush to wash, and ran to the kitchen barefoot for the first time to open the refrigerator and check the results of staying up late yesterday. After confirming that the chocolate had obediently condensed into a fuzzy wallaby, he ran to the side of the bed to change into slippers, and ran to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his teeth. She looked at herself in the mirror and grinned hard, and the smile disappeared in an instant.

Nishino remembers crying to her brother after school as a child, saying that there is no Santa Claus in this world. But her brother just patted her on the head, hugged her seriously, and said that Santa Claus existed, and said that he had met it before. Later, my brother also carefully guarded this white lie, carefully prepared Christmas cards and gifts for her, and put them in the Christmas stocking next to her bed.

But children will always grow up, and they can't stay under the wings of their parents all the time, and there will always be times when they show their heads and straighten their necks to look at the world curiously. And at this time, no matter whether the world is good or bad, no matter whether others are leaving or staying, it is no longer grandma's sentence, "Our Nana is the cutest child that no one can compare!" It will be solved. Those damn negative emotions are like a broken faucet, stretching out your hands and trying to tighten them in vain, and you can only let the ice water pour out unstoppable.

Just like on the day of her debut, she couldn't remember how many times the staff stood behind her and pushed her, she couldn't remember who and who kept looking at her and encouraging her to reach out, she could only remember that her limbs were like broken glass shards, and she couldn't get back to their original shape no matter how she put them together, so she could only let her body disintegrate in a panic, and let unconscious tears run out of her own eyes, announcing her vulnerability. When the tissue she finally handed out was blocked by passers-by, she could only repeat the action badly, and the same sentence kept coming to her mind: I want to go back to Osaka. Why hasn't the sun set yet?

It's just that the sun doesn't go down suddenly, and in the hazy eyes of tears, she really saw Santa Claus as her brother said. Although Santa Claus in front of her looked very different, she couldn't help but laugh as she watched the kangaroo's ears on the top of her head press against the tips of her shoes. The sun doesn't go down suddenly, because there are still people on the ground selling sunlight.

Nanase Nishino wasn't sure if the 'Santa Claus' who generously brought her sunshine was a star. But the way Mr. Kangaroo shook his head heavily, and the childish sneakers with cherry balls on them shouted at her all the time: "I'm the star!"

Thinking of this, Nishino couldn't help but laugh, and in the end, Hoshimi held her head and stomped away with small broken steps, which was really cute and tight, so cute that she could face passers-by openly the next day, but she didn't want to disappoint that cute ghost and fans, so cute that she kept grabbing every gap to refresh the interface for weeks in a row, just to catch more fat kangaroos' pony feet, such as being dozed off on the Shinkansen by fans, so cute that she felt that the toothpaste foam in her mouth had turned pink.

Thinking of this, Nishino no longer cared about the sour corners of his mouth and the small white teeth that were still exposed, and after hurriedly washing, he took out the prepared chocolate from the refrigerator and carefully selected its wrapper. The trash can at the other end of the kitchen finally breathed a sigh of relief at this scene, and who knows what it had been through in the past few days, how many strange chocolate-shaped things it had filled its stomach.

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'The saddest thing about Valentine's Day is not that no one gives you chocolates, but that you don't know who your chocolates should be given to. These are the words that Mikoto Hoshimi kept whispering in Hoshimi's ear a week ago. Until this morning, before going out, her mother, who left before her, did not forget to leave a big sentence on the whiteboard in the entrance: Don't forget, today is Valentine's Day!

The vibration of the mobile phone almost broke the peace of the classroom, Hoshimi pressed the phone in the drawer in a panic, and set up the textbook with one hand, Hoshimi took out the phone and found that it was his mother's email again, "Miho, don't forget to bring chocolates to friends." ’

"It's long-winded." Hoshimi angrily pressed the screen off, not forgetting to turn off the vibration of the mobile phone, and worried that her mother would not receive a reply and harassed her again, so she could only reply irritably: "I know, the shops on the street have been promoting this recently, and even if I don't remember the day, the atmosphere on the street is constantly reminding me." ’

Hoshimi remembered the painful experience of staying in the store for a few hours yesterday, and his heart was like a knife, and he said in his stomach, "This year's Valentine's Day is really miserable, in previous years, I didn't have to worry about giving chocolates, I just need to prepare the teacher's, but this year I have to prepare dozens of copies, and my wallet is really going to be unbearable." ’

"The stars are not moving!" Mr. Eguchi's stern voice echoed in the classroom, and Hoshimi suddenly jumped up, holding the book in a daze, covering his face, and glancing at Shirakami in front of him, watching Shirakami's fingers quietly slide to the third paragraph of the textbook before calmly continuing to read.

Eguchi-sensei raised his hand and motioned for Hoshimi to sit down, looking at her relieved and throwing away a knife, the sharp knife light flashed in front of Hoshimi's eyes, only to hear the teacher's voice say: "Even if it's popular on Valentine's Day, you should take classes well, don't be distracted by any dating information." ”

Hoshimi looked at the teacher's back to the blackboard and wrote, and angrily put up the book and lay on the table, muttering, "I'm too difficult." ”

After class, after a short break, Shirakami walked to Hoshimi's table and saw that she was still looking up at the sky with her arms on her pillow, and gave her a funny look.

"What?" Hoshimi kept moving without looking back, and muttered.

"For you." Shirakami Yukiye gently placed the two small boxes on the corner of the table.

Hoshimi looked up in surprise at the two small boxes of different colors on the table, "What is this?" Chocolate? She reached out and picked up the blue box in her hand, played with it, and shook it gently in her ear and asked.

Shirakami glanced at her disapprovingly and replied, "Otherwise, what else could it be?" ”

"I can understand you giving me chocolates, after all, you are the only friend in the class, but why did you give me two? Do you think I'm good at eating? Hoshimi raised his eyebrows curiously, and shook a box in one hand towards Shiro.

"It's not for you, the water blue is for you, it's for Mai, please help me transfer it." Shirakami's rare stumbling and inarticulate appearance amused Hoshimi, and she nodded knowingly.

"Okay, I'll send it to you when I record the show this week. But you don't have anything in it, do you? Can I open the check? Although he trusted Shirakami very much, Hoshimi decided to confirm it after thinking about it.

Seeing Shirakami nodding, Hoshimi accepted the chocolate with confidence. Shirakami, who finished delivering the things, didn't turn to leave, still standing in place and looking at Hoshimi as if waiting for something. "Anything else?" Hoshimi tidied up the chocolates stuffed in the drawer and put the gift Shirakami had given to Shiraishi in his school bag.