This morning's sunlight shines through the glass window on the south side of the bookstore, and against the backdrop of the deliberately placed greenery in the room, it spills onto the log table between the man and the woman.

Maybe it's because the flawless faces of the two are too conspicuous, or maybe the sudden appearance of a beautiful person with a completely different style in this elegant bookstore is really eye-catching.

In just a few minutes of stay, this business model can be called a high-end atmosphere + ridiculously expensive bookstore, and it is already full.

"So ......"

The girl put the coffee she had just ordered aside, ignored the waiter's astonishing gaze, and looked at the man in front of her who had only ordered a cup of hot water.

"Is there anything wrong with this gentleman?"

"It's nothing, I'm just here to ask for books."

Chihara, who was sitting across from her, put away the book that had been settled in her hand, gently stroked the title page, and felt the mimeograph marks on it with her fingertips, regretting the few Natsume Soseki she had just lost.

Why did you settle the bill first!

"yes, and thanks to your copy of Fate/Zero, I bought a new copy of Harry Potter." The girl shook her head and sighed.

"But that FZ was signed by Lao Xu, and I didn't buy it myself." Chihara sighed for a long time, "If I don't come back, I'm afraid that some moon nerd friend will kill me." ”

The girl thought for a moment and reminded, "Actually, I'm also a fan of the moon. ”

"But that doesn't mean much to me, I just look at Tsukihime's ......"

Chihara took a sip of water with a wistful sigh of sorrow, reached out and touched his wallet, only to find that his good partner, who was still bulging when he came, was so thin that he couldn't even squeeze the 10,000 yen Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Glimpsing his embarrassment, the woman's eyes couldn't help but darken, and then showed a wry smile of sympathy: "This month's salary has not been paid yet, so I have to save money to buy this textbook now......

"That's right."

When Qianyuan heard this, he consciously spread the coffee money on the table, "It's just a thank you gift for the last time, anyway, I lost enough today, and it's not bad." ”

Seeing that he pretended to be generous and a little reluctant, the woman couldn't help laughing: "If you have this kind of gentlemanly attitude after meeting for the first time, I believe that I won't feel that I have met an idiot." ”

Yes, if it was the current appearance of an innocent and melancholy beautiful man wearing a yellow Pikachu sweatshirt and taking a sip of water, maybe she was the one who was tempted at that time.

The premise is not to play the two-dimensional ship mother game in your hand, especially the appearance of a disheveled broken paper man, which really drops points.

Chihara sighed and put down her phone: "Yes, originally I thought I met true love and fell in love at first sight......"

He paused, and then said slowly: "Who knows that now, there is no longer that heart-pounding feeling, it seems that the expiration date of hormones and dopamine has passed." ”

After half a month, I have forgotten all the feelings I felt at the beginning, and I may remember that she kicked out a spring that was valid for one night in her memory, and then it seemed that there was only the idea of meeting again.

Other people's [love shelf life] is at least as long as three months, how can the dopamine hormone only take effect on Mr. Chihara for one afternoon and one night.

It seems that there is really nothing to say, the two of them are obviously sitting in opposite seats, but one bows his head to repair the ship and admires the beautiful girl's photo, and the other bows his head and sipps coffee and turns the page of "Burriman Human Body Structure" in his hand, and suddenly wants to make a few strokes to make a note, but finds that there is no pen.

Chihara consciously took it out of the pocket he was carrying and put it on the table, and played it by the way.

"The pen can't be erased, it can't be erased."

She shook her head.

"Pencils too." Chihara digs again.

In addition, he held up a small object and shook it, tilted his head and asked, "Do you want an eraser?" ”

Nodding for him to put it on the table, the woman turned and asked for a piece of paper in the direction of the bar.

When she returned to work, the two of them returned to their previous state, each sitting and doing their own thing.

Melodious music is also played in the bookstore. As the so-called bottom level crushes people, the in-ear headphones are smaller than the head-mounted type, and the head-mounted type is smaller than the big speaker, and at the level of the speaker, he burns not the equipment, but the size of the house.

Therefore, Mr. Chihara is not willing to give up this rare opportunity to enjoy the ultimate elegance.

He took off his headphones and lay down on the table, tapping his hands on his upright phone, and then his hands trembled wildly.

Tanaka, his mother!

Frustrated, he lowered his hand, took out a few candies from his pocket with great difficulty and spread them on the table, the sound of the candy and packaging hitting the wooden table was crisp, in addition to the White Rabbit toffee and other fruit juice gummies.

"Eat?" He asked, rolling one open.

"Eat."

Her long, slender fingers carefully peeled off the sticky candy wrap seal with their fingernails.

Those hands are quite beautiful, and people can't help but stretch out their own comparison.

Well, sure enough, Mr. Chihara's pair is more perfect.

However, the toffee is sticky to the teeth, and the gummies eaten by this person taste average, when will the salary be paid next week? I kind of want to try the German Jiayun candy.

The woman took one into her mouth, biting and chewing gently, tilting her head thoughtfully, slapping her legs under the table, swaying leisurely, and waving the pen in her hand a few last times.

After a while, she sighed softly, "Your pocket is a bit like a small warehouse." ”

Chihara nodded affirmatively and said with a smug smile: "If I can, I hope to seal a four-dimensional pocket on my stomach next time." ”

"That's a fitting answer for your clothes."

She shook her head, then held up the work she had just finished in her hand and handed it over, "It's a thank you gift for coffee." ”

"Although I paint oil paintings, sketching is also basic, and I still have some confidence."

Slowly flipped, Chihara, who had been lying on the table for a long time and was a little sleepy, barely opened his eyelids, and then looked at the portrait on the A4 white paper in a daze, and his pupils gradually widened as if they were lit.

At that moment, Mr. Chihara finally understood why there were painters in the ancient Chinese draft to depict women?

The young man on the paper was originally dressed in a yellow sweatshirt that was lightly smeared, the black ear corners on the hat were clearly painted and colored, the sunlight outside the window pierced the glass and quietly sprinkled on the corner of the table and his shoulder, the young man's eyes were still half-squinted and half-open, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

A name is also marked in the lower right corner of the paper.

To tell the truth, this one must be stronger than the one drawn by a certain little sister, although there is no physical comparison, but Chihara is absolutely confident.

Chihara scratched his head and said against his will: "What a name!" Miss He Chongtian ......"

"That's a kind, don't read it separately." Taneda helplessly held his forehead, and said weakly to the person at the other end of the table: "Because I don't know your name, I left it to you to make up for yourself......"

That's easy to say.

Taking the pen, the boy completed the line at the bottom.

"Taneda Risa Gift Chihara"

……

Walk out of the store, look down at the portrait again, and look sideways at the reflection of the glass.

It's time to cut her hair, and Chihara touched her mane, which was already half-covering her ears.

Say goodbye and say "see you next time", but Tokyo is very large and has a ridiculously large population, so the chance of meeting again by chance is very small.

Then, a distant "beep" horn interrupted his thoughts.

Following the sound, a low-key silver-gray high-end supercar was parked on the side of the road.

The windows of the car were lowered, and the face of a certain Heavenly Demon King fell into a cold sex, he wore dark sunglasses, like the most cold-blooded and ruthless killer in a Hollywood movie.

"Chihara, where's my book!" Honnoji Yakiniku reminded loudly.

I'm super! Forget about this stubble!

Chihara hurriedly rushed back to the bicycle parking place, hurriedly inserted the key into the lock hole, and then frantically drove the pedal with the fastest pace in his life.

Regardless of the old man's shout of "You are retrograde".

"The Miss Hezhong in front of you, etc., add the line first, report the home address, and I'm the one who won't die if the book is gone!"

Seeing that Shimada Nobunaga shouted excitement and secretly rejoiced, fortunately, there were not many people riding bicycles today, otherwise this kid would really die.