Mi Xia [Net King]

Hirano Bixiang is boiling milk, the smell of toast wafts in the kitchen, the morning sun shines through the window, and outlines a faint arc on the counter, and the cold utensils seem to be slowly diffused Warm taste.

The child leaned against the door with sleepy eyes and stood dumbly. The bathrobe was loosely draped over his body. His long, soft purple-gray hair covered half of his pupils, and his head was tilted to reveal his white and slender neck.

Hirano Bixiang smiled, and brought the breakfast out to the dining room.He stroked the child's head casually, turned around and looked at the dim sunlight falling on the floor for a moment, and opened the door to enter the yard.So the child stood up again as soon as he sat down, and followed her out step by step.The kitchen is facing the side door, and the sunny side is full of tall floor-to-ceiling windows, which look bright and clear, and you can see the garden full of flowers at a glance.

Hirano Bixiang picked a few roses still stained with dew and cut them off, and picked a few bunches of baby's breath and delphiniums, carefully gathered them up, and heard a gentle voice when she stood up: "Good morning, Miss Hirano."

She blinked, turned her head and saw a tall figure vaguely through the vine-covered fence.The man approached slowly, holding a watering pot in his hand. He was slender and gentle. He was wearing a white shirt and tie. looking at her.

"Morning, too, Dr. Umeda." Bixiang Hirano bowed slightly, greeted her with a smile, and asked, "Don't you have to go to work today?"

Neighbor Umeda Nozomi pushed his glasses: "Ah, I'm on shift today and I'm only going in the afternoon. Ms. Hirano seems to be in good spirits."

"Doctor Umeda, too."

"That's..."

Hirano Bixiang followed his line of sight to see the child, and paused: "Huh? It's a child of a distant relative, who will be fostered at my house for a few days. Please forgive me if I accidentally disturb Dr. Umeda."

Umeda looked at it for a while, the smile on his lips didn't change at all, he just commented objectively: "Very cute."

The two bid farewell to each other politely but slightly distantly.

Nozomi Umeda is a good neighbor.Treat people with kindness and politeness while maintaining an appropriate distance, neither near nor far, neither salty nor bland, will not disturb others, and occasionally willing to help some small favors within their ability.He has moved here for less than three years, but he gets along well with his neighbors. Because he is a doctor, it is very convenient to come to him for help sometimes, and the reputation among the neighbors is also very good.He and Hirano Bixiang get along surprisingly well, or because the two have similar personalities, they pay attention to each other's privacy and coordinate with each other's habits even though they are separated by a wall.

Hirano Bixiang led the expressionless child back to the house.She took out the cleaned glass bottle filled with water, trimmed the flowers and plants in the living room, and then slowly inserted them.The child sat back in the chair very quietly, and began to eat breakfast without saying a word.

"You have to finish drinking the milk, otherwise you won't grow taller."

Accurately hitting the heart, the child withdrew his gaze from silently staring at the milk glass, and slowly stretched out his hand.

After breakfast, wash the dishes and go back to the room to change clothes.He stretched out his hand to tidy up the slightly wrinkled marks on the bathrobe for the child, rubbed it with his hands to smooth it out, changed into a purple floral bathrobe, pulled his hair up high, put a fresh rose on the hairpin, and tidied it up later. With a purse and a handbag containing communication tools, the two went out.

The Hakone area has a very strong antiquity, and there are quite a few people wearing simple yukatas or formal kimonos on the street, and such outfits will not look abrupt.It's just a delicate and handsome child like a doll, and a beautiful and beautiful girl who can be painted, holding hands, this combination is very eye-catching, and the rate of turning heads is extremely high.

Hirano Bixiang was trying to chat with the child.Walking at a slow pace on the modern streets with a slight sense of antiquity, the clothes are swaying, and the waist is graceful. They are out of tune with this world and are clearly immersed in the turmoil. What comes from each style is not only a state of mind, but also a touch of sentimentality. .She is always used to watching the world quietly and gently with the gaze of a bystander. Sometimes, even a gravel on the side of the road can be gazed at for a long time, observing and witnessing, dialysis and exploration, Seriously feel the world itself from a perspective that ordinary people have never noticed.

To her surprise, the child next to her who suddenly broke into her life also had the same characteristics.The difference is that he is indifferent, isolated, and disregards the world without any expectations, as if he has torn apart his connection with the world, standing in the dim light with broken threads of fate all over his body. In the place where they are, silently watching the bustling scene at the other end, what is out of place is the silent refusal of not wanting to approach.

Hirano Bixiang felt that she might understand, but it was hard to imagine that the gorgeous and dazzling Keigo Atobe she saw at that time would still be at such an age.

"Why are you always silent?" She asked softly as she walked forward, "Don't you like talking?"

The child didn't even have an ups and downs in his voice: "Because I don't need it."

"But there is no one who doesn't need to talk." Hirano Bixiang said, "When a person is born, it means that you have already connected with various social relationships, and you have to communicate with them, communicate with them, Humans have language, which is the medium through which they connect with each other."

The child did not speak again.Hirano Bixiang thought for a while, and felt that his silence should mean acquiescence.She suddenly had a feeling that he actually understood everything, and he had even thoroughly interpreted these theoretical things—so, just because of the thoroughness and understanding, whether to answer or not was no longer a matter of consideration for him. up.

He had always been terribly precocious.

Hirano Bixiang blinked, and keenly discovered the problem: "Is it because there is a lack of people to talk to? Do you think that the topics and thoughts among peers are too childish, and you who stand on a high ground don't want to, and you don't want to talk to them. Disdain to participate, so you don't speak. And among adults, no one is willing to put you in the same position, listen or communicate with you seriously, so you retaliate with silence. So you don't like to talk, you think Those who should understand will naturally understand, and the answer is unnecessary. Is that so?"

The child's expression froze, and he twitched the corners of his mouth silently, but he still didn't speak.

Hirano Bixiang laughed: "The reason why dialogue requires at least two people is because it requires different ideas to communicate. When one person cannot get an answer, communication cannot proceed. For example, if you talk to one person, If you keep silent, the other person is bound to think about the purpose of your silence, whether it is approval, opposition, or ignorance—you see, the original simple problem will become complicated, wasting time and energy.”

"……so what."

A slow sentence, even in a calm tone, still stubborn, proud and domineering, even the tone of rhetorical question doesn't bother to confide.

Hirano Bixiang stopped, touched his head with his backhand, looked down into his eyes and said: "This is polite. Just like looking into the other person's eyes when speaking, answering other people's questions is also a necessary politeness. This is conventional logic .A proper silence in a conversation can be an expression of some kind of emotion, but you can’t never stop talking. A dumb person is always the object of sympathy for normal people, and you don’t want sympathy.”

She smiled, her brows and eyes stretched, elegant and quiet like a gentle breeze: "Indifference can be a kind of character. But more, it is just a means of protecting oneself, or a bargaining chip of pride. The superior has the right to be indifferent, because overlooking People at his feet must have the ability to interpret the meaning of his every look and every movement. That is to say, you can keep silent, but only when you have enough strength. In this world, not everyone They all have that kind of patience.”

The child paused for a while, but found a loophole in her words: "These are based on the need for dialogue. If I don't talk to people, don't I have to think about these?"

The child's face is serious, and the stern face adds a little cuteness.The eyebrows were raised slightly, still with a little childish pride.

Hirano Bixiang's smile deepened: "But you can't live without talking. In fact, most of the time, there is only a thin layer of membrane between you and the world, why not take an extra step to break it? ?”

She sighed softly: "Remember, you have a good family background, you have a smart mind, this is your greatest capital. Don't be afraid of the alienation of this world, and believe that if you can make new rules one day , then the environment will not force you to adapt.”

The child pursed her lips and said nothing, but subconsciously tightened her hand, as if she was thinking seriously.

Hirano Bixiang didn't bother him either.

It wasn't until she caught sight of a familiar storefront that she squeezed his palm to attract attention: "This is it, we're here."

It is a children's clothing store, with inside and outside, formal, home, and basic clothing complete, which can be solved at one time.The address I found on the Internet seems to be of good specifications and grades, but I don’t know it anyway, so I just think it’s pleasing to the eye.

The two pushed the door open, and a store clerk greeted them with a smile.

Hirano Bixiang let go and stroked the child's head: "Choose yourself?"

He looked at her and nodded slowly.

Hirano Bixiang sat on the chair by the window, waiting for the child to finish choosing clothes.The sun shines in through the glass window, bright and soft, reflecting clear lines on the back of the hand. Looking at it, it reminds me of when I was a child a long time ago - what kind of mood was it at that time?

Xu Shi was used to being independent, and made decisions quickly and accurately, without even having to try on clothes. After a while, the child had already been chosen and stood in front of her.Hirano Bixiang stood up and swiped the card to pay. She glanced at it naturally and found that they were all clothes with simple and clean lines. The style was very classic, but it was too rigid.

The clerk, who felt that he hadn't played a role at all, stood aside awkwardly, with a helpless expression on his face. He obviously felt that such a cute child had a bit... weird taste.

Hirano Bixiang laughed again, and glanced around the store, pointing to the hoodie hanging on one side, the slanted-neck cardigan on the side, the overalls, the small tie, and then pointing to the one on the model: " Take his yardage. Add it together."

The clerk's eyes lit up, obviously agreeing with her vision.Hastily turned around and went to fetch it.The child's face twitched slightly, and his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything after all.

After paying, check the time.Bow your head and discuss with him: "It's still early. I can catch up with today's part-time job. Would you like to go there with me to finish the day, or go home now?"

The dark blue pupils seemed to be sprinkled with broken diamonds, bright and beautiful, without making a choice, just said: "Together with you."

The corners of Hirano Bixiang's eyes were slightly raised, and she left the address at the cash register, asking people to send the bought clothes home on time, and then led him out to continue walking.