Miss Hardcore Love Daily

The two alcoholics woke up one after the other.

Wanyin Jiaye was the one at the back, and when she lay down on the table from the front of the hall to figure out what was going on in a daze, the people on the opposite side had already left first, leaving only the leftovers of the table and the crooked dishes.

His head was dazed, and even hurt a little. The drunk stared at the outer edge of the porcelain cup in front of him that was almost touching his nose, and it took a long time before he moved.

But maybe it was too hard, the woman who had been operating here for six years without losing her composure made a stupid move.

She arched the wall of the cup with the tip of her nose, and the touch of the icy ice formed an excellent isolation from her own body temperature, and a slightly strong smell of alcohol emanated from it.

Wan Yinjiaye took a look, there was still half a cup left.

These jars of wine are not expensive wines, but rather commemorative from other places——

This was brewed in the year she first opened the izakaya. Even when Kyuubi grabbed the village for a while, she didn't find the jars of wine she buried underground.

She dug it out from the backyard, and moved it here for Zilaiye to drink.

How should I put it, Wanyin Jiaye seems to be trying to find an explanation for his behavior, probably to end the favor involved this time? ?

After all, for a person like her, death is not the final destination. If she still has to remember the people and things she has been involved in before like reading a novel, she always feels that the shitty things she did before are tormenting people.

Miss Wan Yin slowly stood upright from the table, and at some point the clothes she was wearing slipped off—this was the clothes she put in the back kitchen—she saw a few candles lit in front of her. After candlelight go to see the only sky that can tell the time.

"Ah, it's dark..."

The woman with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes was a little confused. Although she had prepared herself to die of drunkenness for a long time, she was stunned for a few seconds when she saw the night sky full of stars.

Ji Lai also woke up early, which is probably related to his habit of drinking, but this guy has done a lot for her.

In addition to covering herself with a piece of clothing and lighting a candle, she also tidied up the small copper stove by the door and the window, and even the door was covered with various door panels to prevent guests who came at night from disturbing her. The tavern is temporarily closed.

She smacked her lips and felt the smell of wine in her mouth. She couldn't help but stretched while laughing, and moved her arms and legs that were numb from the pressure, and then slowly packed up the things she had made. Rubbish.

The collision between the fish bone and the porcelain plate made the crisp sound of jingle bells and palm nuts, and a pile of fish-eye bubble-shaped white foam gathered in the sink in the back kitchen. I yawned.

She was a little sleepy.

But the work that needs to be done can't be postponed until tomorrow. Besides, even if the proprietress gives herself a day off, wouldn't she at least take care of the door panels that were randomly piled up by Zilai?

The streets at night are somewhat dim with street lamps. The woman's five fingers seem to be artificially pinched around the boards used in the store, and her long golden hair that is slightly scattered is like a flowing river.

This was what Kakashi, who had just strolled out of his house, saw.

Handing in the task today, it was rare that he didn't pick up the next one immediately. He remembered that he had turned this way unknowingly because of distracting things today.

He scanned the decorations on this street, from the big signboards of the stores to the small unknown weeds that just emerged from the cracks in the ground, and he watched them all inexplicably familiar.

What a strange phenomenon.

This thought was like a goat grass seed accidentally dropped in his barren heart.

It's just that before he sprouted and grew up, he saw the proprietress of the izakaya.

She looked different today from what she had seen in the past, and she always felt that the gentleness and elegance of the past contained a bit of secular charm.

Kakashi noticed what he was thinking, and always wondered if he fell in love with the proprietress of a tavern at first sight.

"Is it closing already?"

He watched the woman slowly tidy up the store, and felt that he might have come a bit late, although as far as he knew, it was common for taverns to stay open until the early hours of the night.

But maybe it's because the proprietress is a woman. If something bad happens late at night, single women are generally much more dangerous than men.

The woman in kimono stepped on clogs, as if she didn't expect someone to talk to her at this time, her water-colored eyes were a little surprised, she turned her head and saw the silver-haired young man's eyes narrowed.

Wanyinjiaye's eyes moved, but a smile returned on her face. She turned around, and the loose coat slipped off her shoulders.

She pulled her shoulders back and turned her back to him: "There is no wine today. If this ninja-sama hasn't had dinner yet, there is still some red bean soup and boiled food. Would you like to come in?"

Kakashi didn't expect that he would have such good luck. Although he was surprised that there was no wine in the tavern, he also felt that he still had some food to eat so he didn't have to go back and worry about it.

"If you can."

The proprietress of the izakaya nodded and put down the door panel she was holding in her arms: "Then please sit down as you please."

The blond woman walked into the back kitchen stepping on clogs, and the sound of her footsteps knocked in Kakashi's ears.The 1.8-meter-old young man followed the woman into the izakaya, subconsciously bent over when passing the fence, but found that the height of the door frame was much higher than other stores.

Even if he straightened his body, he could come in without bending over. When he looked at the strange door frame, he also saw the glass wind chime with a red string hanging on the side of the room.

He looked at the cross-sectional conical glass creation with red goldfish dotted on it, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it. Below the red line of this wind chime was chasing an old wooden board, engraved with those universal blessings, black A lot of ink on this handwriting has been wasted by the wind.

He blinked, then walked into the back room, found a table and sat down.

The proprietress served the dishes very quickly, and while he was looking at the structure of the store, Wan Yin Kaye lifted the curtain with the ukiyo-e painting on it with one hand, and walked in with a tray.

"The boiled ingredients are daikon, burdock and beef tendon, and this is rice cake and red bean soup."

The daughter's shop is always much more refined than the taverns opened by those uncles. These thick disks of different shades of blue form a beautiful landscape, and the pleasing color matching can not help but whet the appetite.

He took out a pair of sharp metal chopsticks that had just been put down by the proprietress, and the cool touch aggravated his desire to eat.

Kakashi looked at the food brought by the blonde woman, and just put a chopstick into his mouth when he heard her say, "Is the taste okay?"

Kakashi looked into the woman's eyes, Manin Kaya pretended to be in a hurry, and looked a little embarrassed: "Because you are late, Mr. Ninja, if you don't mind, can I sit here."

The white-haired young man was being watched by a beautiful woman, not to mention that he was single and had no experience in love, so he felt his mouth was blocked for a long while: "I'm causing you trouble tonight, I don't know what to do here The opening hours of…”

The young man who hadn't quite turned into an old bastard holding "Intimate Heaven" still couldn't let go of the beautiful girl, and he didn't want to say anything excessive because he felt that he was not familiar with the other party because of the poisonous tongue he had cultivated since he was a child.

So the conversation between the two became this unusually polite form.

"It's my fault this time. An old friend came to visit in the afternoon, and I accidentally used too much wine. So I missed the opening hours, and I simply wanted to close the store. It should be said that you came just in time, sir."

The woman laughed, and she looked at the young man who had taken off his mask with some confusion. She felt blocked by the facts before her eyes.

Just like what she complained to Zilai, if the kid hadn't said that he liked her and made her soft-hearted, she wouldn't have endured the pain of poisonous hair and waited for six years.

But her chakra is running out, and in a few days, this body will slowly rot away due to the poison of Orochimaru.

Wanyin Jiaye planned to commit suicide before encountering that kind of pain. Now she looked at such Hatake Kakashi, and couldn't help but hesitate.

She used the Uchiha's kaleidoscope to give him a hint, telling the child to forget himself.

I really didn't expect him not to remember the person 'Manyin Kaya' and the bad things between the two of them, but it would have fulfilled him - let Kakashi Hatake approach him without any psychological burden.

It's ridiculous to say that something that couldn't be melted in six years has developed into this in just a few days.

Really interesting, but so what?

She is elegant, this ruthless girl sticks to her own concept of love, and the anger that was aroused by this meek and humorous boy in front of her has cooled down again.

So, there are tens of thousands of men in the world, but in the past 100 years, none of them have found a man who truly loves her.

The white-haired young man was keenly aware of Miss Wan Yin's hidden indifference. He felt something was wrong but couldn't tell, so he talked about the wind chime at the door.

"It's very beautiful. That wind chime... I'm afraid it has been around for a while?" He asked.

Wanyin Jiaye followed Hatake Kakashi's eyes, and a transparent glass product jingled bells and palms rippling among the stars in the night.

It was something that the boy Kakashi brought back from the street and handed it to her at a summer festival in a certain year.

Miss Wan Yin's expression darkened, the young man stopped agitating and took the stick, looking into the woman's eyes, his heart twitched for some reason.

"That's..." He paused, "Is it a gift from a very important person?"

Miss Wan Yin passed through several years of summer time, her golden eyelashes blocked her pupils, and the corners of her lips curled up: "Ah~ that's a scumbag."

"Human, scum?" Kakashi was surprised, and he was completely unaware of Miss Wanyin's teasing thoughts.

After being cheated for so many years, the operation of being able to scold me face to face made Miss Wan Yin very comfortable.

The author has something to say:

Ka (looking for a topic abruptly): That wind chime is so beautiful!

Wan Yin: It was given by my ex-girlfriend.

Card, sudden.

Come grab the sofa!No one even grabbed the sofa!