The girl's cheerful words floated lightly in the night sky of the city, from Keio Department Store to Odakyu to Shinjuku West Exit, whether it was the brilliant neon lights or the dark alleys, it seemed to be dyed with her own happiness.

The white and slender little hand, sometimes holding the hand of Kyosuke Hojo tightly, sometimes boldly holding his arm, the girl is like a happy bird, chirping and jumping.

She even bought a crepe with two strawberries regardless of her weight, but after licking the cream twice with her little tongue and taking a slice of strawberry with her lips, the crepe was handed over to Kyosuke Hojo.

So, at the entrance to the first floor of the subway station, Glass stood there quietly, smiling with crooked eyebrows, watching Kyosuke Hojo eat the remaining crepes.

She knew he had a sweet tooth and would buy expiring toast to make his own Rancy toast, even when he was in deficit.

He knew that she liked sweets, and he knew that what she preferred was the time when she stood at the subway entrance to share food and dessert. So he eats very slowly, and every bite he has to raise his head and tell her with his eyes, "I'm really going to eat", and then she will purse her lips and smile softly, as if to say that you are happier to eat than I am to eat myself.

In addition to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, one of Tokyo's most famous night-view spots, there are also mid-to-high-end department stores and electronics stores, so the number of visitors is very high, and there are a lot of izakaya delicacies, so Tokyo office workers flock here like zombies after work.

A middle-aged man in his thirties walked on the stairs with a tired face, and the moment he walked out of the subway entrance, he exhaled heavily, he wanted to relax, but the smell of Zena's energy drink made him shake up, as if he was back in the overtime scene. He hadn't slept in two days, and if it weren't for the support of energy drinks, he doubted that he would be able to get on the train accurately and get out of the demon maze Shinjuku Station safely, although it would be difficult to walk in a straight line.

Now he's going to have a good drink of a cold beer and get some sleep. Although they are both browned, the difference between beer and Zena is heaven and hell!

Thinking so, Feng Lu Song also exhaled again, then took off his coat and put it on his left hand carrying the document bag, and his right hand loosened the bow tie vigorously, and did not dare to untie it directly, for fear that the minister would come to work overtime again. Every time he wore a tie, it was like putting his neck in a sling, and he didn't want to taste it twice a day if it wasn't necessary.

Vaguely, he suddenly felt the mobile phone in his pocket vibrating, and he quickly took out his mobile phone while his heart was groaning.

Fortunately, it's an illusion.

Because I'm so tired......

He thought in a trance, as he put the phone back in his pocket, as if he had caught a glimpse of something of concern. Before he could muster his energy to see clearly, a cough came from behind him, and he hurriedly took a few steps forward to make way for the passage, while apologizing.

“…… Intimate Marseille. ”

Standing next to the trash can, he looked up and finally saw what he had just cared about.

A young couple.

This is Shinjuku, and there is no shortage of couples for both locals and tourists, but he doesn't know why he paid attention to the couple alone. I care so much that I can even drink the beer later.

For some reason, he stepped back again, forcibly merging himself with those who were wandering in front of the subway station. He usually disdains to do that, and he thinks that the people who are hanging around here are either the NEET who are idle and devouring their parents, or the life victory group that can easily get everything that he can only dream of without working. And he belongs to neither the former nor the latter, he is a man who gritted his teeth and gained a foothold in this labyrinth city with his own efforts.

But now, he did not hesitate to hide in these people, and he also wanted to take a good look at the couple.

The boy was very tall, and there were some tall foreigners at the subway entrance, but when he walked past the boy, he always felt that he was much shorter. It's like, as if everyone in the club bows to your boss and says hello, no matter how tall you are, you can't be taller than your boss. The boy is also very handsome, but he subconsciously wants to ignore this, and he does not pay attention to the couple because of this.

The girl was very beautiful, dressed simply and brightly, perfectly setting off her slender and full figure, but the most noticeable thing was her temperament. Obviously just standing there ordinarily, but everyone who saw her felt a quiet power.

Hearing aid?

Feng Lu Song also frowned subconsciously, but soon his attention was pulled away again. Because whether it is the tall and handsome boy or the quiet and cute girl is not the reason why he noticed the couple.

The boy was holding a crepe, and there was so much cream and strawberries that were about to fall. He thought to himself.

The girl stood quietly to the side, staring blankly at the boy.

Why on earth do I care so much about them? Feng Lu Song also asked himself, and he didn't know either.

Is it because the boy eats crepes and looks up at the girl from time to time?

And the happiness on the girl's face?

Feng Lu Song also pondered, and then after seeing a couple walking down the stairs by themselves, he understood.

There's a pure beauty in that crepe couple.

Whether it is an office couple or a student couple, or a life victory group full of jewels, Fenglu Pine can also feel a "sense of fashion" from them.

They are talking about the hottest izakaya on the Internet recently, carrying the latest trendy clothes in their hands, and the smile on their faces is sweeter than honey, and they will smack one from time to time, which is as sweet as bees.

But Feng Lu Song also looked at them without the slightest wave in his heart, because he knew that he would be like them, he would find a female companion who was loving and sweet in front of outsiders, would hang out in the department store after his work before marriage, and would go to the supermarket to buy big on the weekend after the wedding.

But it can never be as precious as this crepe couple.

The girl obviously likes desserts, but she still gives the only crepe to the boy. She looked at him, and there was nothing else in her eyes, as if she had the whole world in her eyes.

The boy obviously hates desserts, but he still can't bear to refuse the girl's heart, and every time he raises his head and wants to push the crepe out, he runs away in the girl's gaze and continues to enjoy the crepe full of love.

Neon flashes, lights are red, and crowds are surging.

They stood there holding a crepe, as if they had found an island in the middle of the ocean, and although they were only strong enough to stand on it, they were happy and content.

If Shinjuku Station is a labyrinth of demons, then Tokyo is a man-eating cave, and in such a materialistic psychedelic city, there are still such simple couples and such pure love!

Feng Lu Song also sniffed hard, only to feel that his eyes were unusually sour, and suddenly, he had a realization in his heart.

It turned out that I was looking at my lost youth, and Feng Lu Song's heart fluttered, and he only felt as if he was about to fly. When I was in high school, I also had such pure love, a crepe can be happy all day, and a slice of strawberry has to be divided into three bites.

She......

Ay? Who's the girl? The smile on Feng Lu Song's face froze, he couldn't remember the name of "her"! Why, why can't he even remember the name of the girl who ate crepes with him!

What about the face? What does she look like? The student's head, occasionally tied into a small braid, is fastened with a green hairpin. She was never reprimanded by the head teacher for her skirt being too short, because she had very good eyes and could get away with it every time, and then she would stick her tongue out at herself and show a playful smile.

Wait, did she look at me?

Feng Lu Song was also stunned, and his Adam's apple struggled to move up and down.

Why do all my memories of "her" be from the perspective of a third person? Why is there never a memory of her talking to herself!

Yaga!

Feng Lu Song also scolded in his heart, and as his memories continued to be excavated, he finally remembered that he had not experienced the "crepe couple incident" at all in high school. He'd know that the tall, handsome boy hated crepes because he hated them himself.

And the reason why he hates eating crepes is because he once saw a girl he liked eating a crepe with a baga.

Yes, that's what I'm going to do, just like that, and I'm just watching it blankly.

Feng Lu Song also scolded in his heart, as if his tired body and chaotic head had woken up.

He kicked the trash can next to him.

Bastard, why put garbage cans here, isn't this a waste of taxpayers' money! If there is garbage, you won't take it to your home and throw it away! Bastard trash can, bastard garbage, bastard prime minister.

The drunks and NEET people who were sitting on the ground chatting around heard the sound and turned to look at it, and soon turned back with a calm expression, just a waste wood crushed by life, not worth caring about.

Feng Lu Pine also remembered that the reason why he ate a slice of strawberries in a few bites was because he really liked to eat strawberries, but they were very expensive, so he was reluctant, rather than having a cute girlfriend who would eat with him.

On the afternoon of his sophomore year of high school, he spent a lot of money, spent two weeks of pocket money, bought a super luxury crepe, and wanted to confess to the "xxxx" in the class, and when he walked to the place where the female classmate told him, he saw xxxx and a boy together, xxxx handed a crepe to the boy opposite, and then stood aside with a gentle face and watched the boy eat, and from time to time the white handkerchief helped the boy wipe the cream stained on his lips.

What a crepe, that kind of sweet and greasy thing that the ghost likes to eat! Who is eating that kind of thing, why haven't crepe shops all over the world closed down, Doraemon, and if the phone booth was brought in, the world would become a world without crepes!

The vague memories became extremely clear, with a screaming sound and a painful momentum, cutting his tired heart into one million and eight thousand pieces like an incomparably sharp sashimi.

Bastard!

With another angry curse in his heart, he cheered up, and his bloodshot red eyes looked very fierce.

Rudely squeezing through the crowd in front of him, he walked towards the couple who were still tired of being together.

As soon as the lights from the subway station dimmed, Glass turned her head blankly, and the somewhat terrifying face startled her.

Kyosuke Hojo swallowed the cream in his mouth, he liked to eat cream the most, and the better quality cream was very sweet. The leftover cream from baking at home was all scooped and eaten by him, spoonful by spoonful.

The man in front of him looked abnormal, and if he hadn't confirmed that this was a daily world, he would have wondered if the zombies were going to unfold.

After all, this is Shinjuku, Shinjuku in the Demon City, and you can find everything here except normal people.

Just as Kyosuke Hojo was about to reach out to block the glass behind him, the girl suddenly raised her hand.

The plain white handkerchief poked into Kyosuke Hojo's mouth, gently and gently, carefully wiping the cream off his lips.

After doing this, Nishinomiya Glass took a step back, obediently stood behind Kyosuke-kun, and carefully folded the hand towel.

Meeting Kyosuke Hojo's gaze, she smiled sweetly, and one hand had reached into the handbag and held the anti-wolf spray.

Seeing the girl's cute smile, Kyosuke Hojo sighed heavily in his heart, if it weren't for the zombie man in front of him, Nizu-chan would definitely use his fingers to help him wipe off the cream, and maybe stick out his little tongue to eat it. If your conscience is a little stronger, then ......

Ahem, no, I can't think about it, it's not really the end of the world, so I still have to be a little restrained. Don't get carried away by lust, Kyosuke Hojo!

The wordless tacit understanding and intimate gesture of the two suddenly stimulated Feng Lu Song's heart for a while, thinking that back then, the "she" he liked was also like this......

Bastard! Damn crepes! Damn pure, damn love!

"What's the matter?" Kyosuke Hojo frowned slightly and spoke calmly.

The man on the other side frowned equally, not even frowning, but both eyebrows were all mixed up, just like his complicated mood.

A trace of displeasure arose in Kyosuke Hojo's heart, and he was sweet and sweet with the glass, and suddenly a nervous disorder appeared.

He didn't plan to say much at the moment, he took the hand of the glass and planned to go around it.

This is still a good temper of the glass, if Sakura is disturbed like this, he will definitely kick it directly. Right behind the subway station, after kicking and turning around, there is absolutely no one in Shinjuku Station, which is called a devil's labyrinth, and no one can follow a person. Even if Sherlock Holmes is resurrected, he can only say "lost it".

Alomatsu also moved to the side to block the way. (End of chapter)