Bird: K of Green

With the sound of fluttering wings, a few feathers fluttered down, and the kingfisher landed leisurely in Wujo Mansion.

Wujo Mansion is holding a breakfast tea party, and the ballroom is crowded with a lot of people.

One was the daughter of the Minister of National Defense, who shyly asked for a chat.The young woman is exquisitely dressed, with a reserved and shy smile, and a dignified and polite manner.Sukuna valued her father's position, so he didn't have the nerve to shirk it, so he had a few words to spare.The sharp-eyed ones in the crowd were the first to see the big green macaw that fell to the window sill.

Light and full.

What does a great green macaw mean in this country?

Big green macaws mean that someone in the dark is watching you!

So it was passed on from ten to ten to a hundred, and everyone fell silent.Sukuna raised his forehead, hurriedly looked around the center of the incident, and rushed over.

When he got to the window sill, he didn't know if Kotosaka was deliberately playing tricks on the growing child, and shouted loudly in the bird voice: "Sakuna forgot the promise, Sukuna forgot the promise, Suku is an idiot!"

Sukuna slapped the window lattice, "Stupid bird!" Immediately he jumped up, "I really forgot!"

He didn't have time to say hello to the minister's daughter, he left her and turned around and ran out of the ballroom, Qin Saka flew after him, and did not forget to throw a few bird droppings in the air.There was only a room full of people looking at each other in dismay, neither leaving nor saying no, a few nympho girls were still whispering about the long legs of the lord, and by the way ridiculed that so-and-so who relied on his father's official shit to know what was good or bad. Cover your face with a gauze fan so that you don't show your white teeth.

"Why didn't you remind me?" Sukuna said to Bird while running, looking ahead.

"Cut, cut, cut! Sukuna knows everything! Just don't get distracted! Don't get distracted!" Kotosaka scolded with a smile.

Sukuna knew that the connection with Kotosaka was completely cut off, so he could only sigh repeatedly, and said to himself: "It's not like you don't know that I'm busy." Arm yourself with sunglasses.

When he arrived at the supermarket, the seventh row and the second row of the fruit and vegetable section, he found Mucun first.

Pushing the shopping cart, Kimura was still shopping around, picking out pears and apples according to the purchasing experience shared by the TV life channel.There was a gust of wind in the air, and she knew who it was when she looked up and saw the tall and straight figure, but she was drunk so fast.

Sukuna urged, "Hurry up, the artist will be here in an hour." I complained in my heart why I had to go to the supermarket at such a critical moment, but then I realized that it was a bad idea that I had seen every day for years. , it's no wonder who, busy looking for Liu.

The parrot didn't follow, and jumped around the fruit freezer alone.Kimura said, "Stop making trouble." Lines appeared on the corners of his mouth.At this time, the small green eyes that were blinded turned around twice, and when Kimura saw it, he smiled lightly and said, "You see, the young master is in a hurry."

When Suku finally turned to the children's area in a hurry, he saw Zi's back first.

Zi tied up her hair today, sat cross-legged on the tatami, and watched the battle with her face propped up.Sukuna hurriedly slowed down his steps, as if he was afraid of being disturbed, he walked slowly to Zi's side without making a sound.As soon as Zi saw people coming, he just smiled and continued to watch from the sidelines.

"This step is wrong, you should go here."

Pointing at the chessboard, Liu picked up the piece just laid by the opponent and placed it in the position he thought was right, with his usual stubborn voice.The other party was a little baby, puffing up his cheeks and cursing: "It's boring, the chess is getting more and more chaotic! What are you doing nonsense!"

"It's to let you live longer." Liu said solemnly.

"You are so weird!" The little doll, who was only six or eight years old, choked again, picked up the child that had been touched, and put it in a new position.

Liu ignored him, stared at the chessboard, and said sincerely, "That's not right either, deadlock."

He just has the ability to piss people off.

Later on the way home, Zi and Kimura brought up this issue, and it was inevitable that they would be meddling in their own business.Liu Wo lay in his arms and pretended to close her eyes to rest, "I want to make that game of chess last longer."

Zi plucked her lover's bangs, kissed his left eyelid with fluttering eyelashes, "Okay, you are amazing." After saying that, she hooked her back and loosened the braids she had tied up earlier, spreading her fragrant hair all over her shoulders.

"I want crispy fragrant rice," Liu said, eyes still closed.

It is inconvenient for Zi to hold Liu.Sujiu straightened his arms to reach the plastic bag, turned over the crispy fragrant rice, and unpacked the large package and then the small package, and then delivered it to the courier.

Liu said again, "Forget it, you have to laugh when you draw, and eating it will stain your teeth."

"You still know how to draw." Su Jiuna pretended to be angry, and opened his mouth to eat by himself.

Liu opened his eyes but buried his face in Zi's arms, and said quietly: "You forget first."

"I have a dog's memory." Well, Sukuna also fell silent.

This is a coming winter.

Early spring beckons, very happy.The road surface defrosted and thawed, refracting transparent shadows, and the ice skin shattered, and the few surviving ice shells sealed peat moss into the joints between asphalt stone teeth and sewer pipes.A thin sleet is falling outside Tokyo.

When Zi was put into the wheelchair after being put into the wheelchair, he sneezed a little because his nose encountered cold air.Zi tied the scarf tighter for him, and helped him put on the gloves.After a layer of fur, he touched Zi's face, making Zi itchy, leaned over and kissed his right cheek lovingly.

In a courtyard away from the downtown area, they would come here to meet and gather every weekend for a short stay.Walking through the long stone road and returning to the room, Sukuna took off his boots and looked at the daffodils blooming vigorously all winter beside the fireplace, which made him feel a little magical. This flower seems to be the most fragile, but it only needs The water can boil so well.So it is really not derogatory to say that it is narcissistic, people have the capital of narcissism.

Tough, noble, intelligent.

After a while, it was said that the painter had come.Kimura also murmured to the kitchen that if he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder, he would have to sort out all kinds of items of various colors and arrange them neatly and smoothly before giving up.Kotosaka went to urge her, and Sukuna also told her to take care of her.

The person who came was a teacher with white hair and childlike face. He had painted oil paintings for national leaders all his life. He brought a deputy on this trip, who was said to be his favorite disciple.I don't want to be a foreign girl, her cheekbones and brow arches have the characteristics of Turan-Aryan people, she is in her early twenties, with honey-colored skin, purple eyes, and pure and innocent eyelashes like a deer.

Juicy, good and outstanding.Kimura was delighted, embraced her and said, "Look, what a beautiful child."

Liu Zai and Zi were tossing about the new toy, and they didn't lose their minds after listening to the words. They were all focused on the Doraemon, and they were anxiously asking Zi for it.When Zi heard that someone was beautiful, she deliberately looked back.

This pair of eyes doesn't matter, the foreign girl's expression is hurried and vivid, it's almost exaggerated.Due to her status, she was a little cautious, hesitated for a while, and walked up to them.The person in the wheelchair blinked his blue eyes a few times because he didn't understand the current situation; the standing one was taller and more beautiful than a woman.She faltered, "Well, you..."

"Us?" Zi asked, listening to the two standard pronunciations, he praised his facial features.An unforgiving little girl, he thought to himself.

"You guys," the girl looked at a loss, as if she was afraid that she might recognize the wrong person, and also afraid that it would be a pity not to admit it, "you, Kanagawa, did you buy a pot of green radishes by the sea nearly ten years ago?"

——Little Green.

Liu raised his face and looked at Zi, it seemed that there was such a thing.

"... Yes." Zi thought for a while, looked at the girl, "—oh! Are you the little girl who gave us flowers?"

"Hey!" She clapped her hands together, and she was so excited that a series of mother tongue came out behind her.

On the sofa, Sukuna clapped his palms and covered his stomach with joy for such a thing, and when the gibberish Arabic came out, the whole person was even more excited. "Coincidentally," he said.

Liu said nothing, sat upright and nodded.

The girl looked at the two of them.Two left hands, one stacked in front of the body holding a toy, the other brushing up the broken hair on the ears and temples, two circles of titanium-white secrets.The belief of her ancestors caused her to cover her mouth in shock for a moment, but in fact, she discovered the fairy tale between the prince and the prince when she was very young.

The old painter was calling, and before she left, she said to Liu: "Sir, may I ask you, what did you say to me back then?"

Liu played with the Doraemon again and again, and laughed.

A room full of sunshine, full of silence.

END

Foreign Language: Cinnabar Mole or Mosquito Blood?

Titles are meant to trick someone into coming in.The content of this section is irrelevant to the title.

If you do come in, that's me.

I said earlier that there is too much self-awareness between the lines and too much personal color, which can be summed up as a disease.Then I'll tell you, and in the end, I'm just being stubborn, and writing just for you.

Believe it or not.

Apart from life and death, there is nothing to worry about in the world, so I made this bowl of pimple soup.