Cologne remembers that it was a summer night, and Emilia was about to extinguish the fire in the toaster after a busy day.

He sat at the counter and waited for her to take care of everything, and they could go back to town together.

There was a screaming and smashing sound in the room.

When he rushed into the bakery, all that was left was a wide open window, bread tongs scattered on the floor, and a human bone pendant that seeped through at the sight.

Emilia is not his fiancée, it's just that his wording has misunderstood many of his brothers.

In fact, he has been fond of Emilia since he was thirteen.

"Unlucky, it's a thunderstorm again!"

Pedestrians on the street also hurried, and before long the rain crackled down.

Cologne snuggled under the window edge next to the bakery, sheltering from the unfortunate rain, and he had the last set of clean clothes on his body, and if he got wet, he would have to put on his dirty clothes again.

Oh, you say umbrellas? There is only one umbrella at home, which my father only needs to go to work, and that thing is a bit expensive, but not one for everyone.

In order to save money on water bills, his mother always washed her clothes once every half a month and used a large bath.

He is actually about to drop out of school, and today will be his last day of school.

He stood in the corner, quietly waiting for the rain to stop or if it was lighter, and he didn't like school anyway.

Margarita, an old witch, what else would she do besides criticizing him for being ugly like an earthworm?

Grading his homework? It's impossible, she will only tend to correct the homework of those noble boys.

Just as he was thinking, a young girl approached, holding a pink umbrella and her hair in a long braid.

She walked straight up to him, stood with him by the window of the bakery, and put away her umbrella.

She looked at the school badge on Cologne's clothes.

"Gray Middle School in the East Side? It's a student. ”

Her soft voice spoke.

That lovely fair face seemed to have magical powers, and it made his heart pound as soon as he approached Cologne.

"Yes, it's Gloro Middle School in the East City, you illiterate!"

He recoiled his heart.

"Ha, I'm sorry, I haven't read much, it's raining, lend you my umbrella, remember to give it back to me, I'll wait for you here!"

She smiled embarrassedly and slipped the pink umbrella into Cologne's hand.

Then she took out the key and opened the door of the bakery.

She's going to start preparing Uncle Ogari with today's dough and all sorts of condiments.

Cologne didn't speak, he felt something warm in his chest, swollen, sweet, very comfortable.

He clenched the small pink umbrella in his hand, blushed on his face, turned around and ran towards school.

"Hey! You haven't held an umbrella yet! ”

Emilia reminded loudly.

"Long-winded!"

The boy's melodious voice passed through the rain, and the man had already run away.

Emilia waited from day to night at the bakery, for several more days, and never saw Cologne again.

Cologne was lying on the bed, with a small, messy pink umbrella in the corner of the bed, and his mother complaining about him as she drugged him.

"Why are you so worry-free, and you fight with Pierre, it's the last day of school, so you can't get through it well!"

"He wants my umbrella!"

Cologne argued to his mother.

With a "snap", Cologne's ass hit again.

"Where did you say you got your umbrella and stole other girls' things?"

At this time, Cologne seemed to have been greatly wronged, with two tears in his eyes, and cried: "Even you don't believe me!" It was lent to me by my sister at the bakery. ”

A few more days passed, and Emilia had an extra little tail.