Ms. Morita and Mr. Atobe

Sure enough, watching it live is different from watching it on TV. Morita couldn't help but always have a feeling of wanting to laugh, and then stretched out his hand to point to Aoki, "I remember you were there at the time, it was the boy Matsumoto That time the protagonist slapped him, he was able to edit it so cruelly."

It was Matsumoto who wanted to show his innocence, and it was the man who kept pestering him, so he deleted the time when the boy slapped the hand, because the effect was not good enough, and the director team really cruelly re-recorded it several times. I didn’t expect to put it together Play, I feel really shocked.

Morita can still recall Matsumoto's fake worry at the end of the performance, "Oh, is it hurting... I can't feel it for a while."

I can't find the feeling, this sentence really made Morita start to laugh silently.

Aoki looked along Morita's fingers, but glanced at the TV roughly without much interest, and then turned his gaze back to Morita, until he looked at the other person a little hairy, and then smiled and raised his eyebrows, "I don't remember."

When did his eyes leave her, and what did other people's affairs have to do with him.

"It's getting late, I'll go first too," Aoki nodded, then frowned again, "You should be more careful by yourself."

...This is just like a normal Aoki.Morita waved his hands skillfully, "Hey, I got it."

In fact, this situation is a bit interesting. Although Aoki is taller than Morita by more than a head, but how old is he younger than Morita, he has a mother-san expression on his face.

On the other hand, Morita...has become more disorganized since he arrived in country Z, and he has simply thrown the title of shrewd and capable director to nowhere.

Aoki knew that the other party would definitely not take it to heart, so he gave some serious instructions, and finally left without hesitation.

Seeing Morita standing on the balcony waving goodbye to himself, Aoki suddenly felt like smiling, and then waved to her, and suddenly turned his back and accelerated the pace of leaving, leaving behind a dazed Morita.

Morita would not know, at this time, Aoki, whose face was slightly flushed, had no choice but to leave in this way, otherwise, he might stand there in a daze or know that the other party was watching the direction of his departure, nervously holding hands together feet or something.That's even worse.

Panting slightly, Aoki saw from the dark place that there was still an orange light flickering in Morita's place, but his heart was filled with emotions of the same color.

Don't want, don't want to let go...even, even...

Back into the shadows, the boy's expression was blurred in the dark, but it was a coolness that could be guessed by the senses.

Of course, don't guess what Aoki Sao Nian was thinking, but Morita continued to go back to watch his own TV series stupidly. The beautiful, fresh and suspenseful sci-fi (?) was regarded as funny and funny.

However, I don’t know if Matsumoto always has this ability. Even if she is arrogant and unreasonable in the theater, once she really starts to work, she really changes a person. If she is not schizophrenic, then... this person is really There are many sides to it, and even I can't control the many sides.

It's really...it's weird just looking at it.

This is why Matsumoto can't always act like a traditional heroine. She always easily brings out the saddest part of people's hearts.Then with casual ridicule, Morita sometimes felt that Matsumoto was living a little bit of life with his own script.

This feeling is kind of indescribably weird.However, she is willing to believe that Matsumoto is not as hostile to Matsumoto as she was at the beginning, probably because... she feels that this kind of person disdains to lie in front of her. Morita didn't think he would be stabbed.

Still in a daze, Morita went to the cake shop again, and after thinking about changing jobs for a while, or staying at home, this kind of life is really not something to enjoy for me, this is probably an offense Type and defensive type difference.

Although I didn't know it very clearly, I probably knew it from the store manager. The store manager was really waiting for someone.Although it sounds very romantic, but at this age, even if you wait until you are all old people, you must have your own concerns, and it is impossible to really be together. What is the meaning of it?

Naturally, he did not dare to tell the store manager these words, Morita could only silently define "romance that he does not understand" and then sighed that everyone has their own way of life.

Fortunately, the benefit of this kind of life every day is to exercise your brain. Everyone who comes here to buy cakes seems to be a person with a story. Is this the so-called flocking of likes?

"I only have a cup of tea to listen to your story." ——Say this sentence coldly and noblely, and then put on an expression that I understand a lot, Emma couldn't be more praiseworthy!Then a few words will become the source of the other party's solution to the problem, or just a few random words will make the other party suddenly open up or something!This is the real goddess, the direction of my life's efforts!

Then open a shop, there are very few people, and only those who understand bitterness can understand what... Morita suddenly felt that she was one step closer to the boss (Da Wu).

However, compared to that, when Morita had just imagined that situation, it was raining heavily outside.

Spring rain is still relatively rare, and Morita couldn't help but feel a little chilly. Unfortunately, he didn't bring a thick coat, and the temperature in the store could barely last. Morita looked at the girl who had fallen asleep at the front desk over there, and then looked at The store manager, who was staring at Yu in a daze, suddenly felt that there was really no tomorrow for this store. Although he had complained about it several times, Morita still couldn't help but want to complain again.

This misty and rainy afternoon is indeed very suitable for sleeping. Morita is also a little sleepy, and he barely pulls himself together, and then he is a little depressed why the store manager can't even get a computer.

Anyway, no one would doze off for a while, but just as he was thinking this, he saw a vague figure running towards him outside the glass window.

Are you a guest?Morita rubbed his eyes, then opened the door that had been closed because he was afraid of the cold, and saw the drenched girl, and... a distressed face?

No, no, it's not just that I'm embarrassed because of the rain, but, how should I put it, it looks like something very sad just happened.When something really happened, Morita really didn't have that kind of pretentious literary and artistic "you only have a cup of tea time to tell a story", but hurriedly greeted the girl in, and then took the spare towel from the store come over.

"Is it cold?" Morita avoided sensitive topics, and then handed over a cup of hot cocoa, "Have some."

The girl nodded, but her expression was numb.

Morita suddenly realized that this was a girl who didn't come to the store a few days ago, and it should be easy to recognize, but because this expression was really surprising, Morita didn't even recognize her for a while.

Instinctively, Morita thought that what the girl did had something to do with the boy she sent the cake that day.

It's a pity that I can't ask anything, I can only sit next to her, and then see the purpose of this girl here.

"Can I have a piece of cake, the one I always buy."

Morita nodded, then quickly went to get it, hesitated for a moment, then picked the smallest piece from the cake, and put it on the table, watching the girl's originally numb expression suddenly become vivid, like some kind of machine, finally got a power supply.

With a big gulp, those bitter cakes were all swallowed.

He didn't even take a sip of the cocoa Morita handed him.

Morita silently accompanied the girl, watching her eat all the cake, then looked up, "Is there any more?"

Morita shook his head, "Our store is relatively small and there are no similar ones anymore, but if you want, you can make cakes with me."

"Cake?" The girl looked at Morita with a little confusion.

"Well," Morita nodded, "what's better than something you make yourself?"

Not knowing if she was bewitched by these words, the girl nodded and went to the back hall together.

Morita handed over to the girl what to do.

Full of light milk flavor and bitter sweetness, it is the unique taste of this dessert shop.

When a small thing changes from rough to delicate in your own hands, it is a unique sense of accomplishment.

A long time ago, Morita's impetuous temperament made it difficult to concentrate on doing things that required hard work. Just like Atobe, they only do things that they think are meaningful, but they don't know that some things are not meaningful. It can be expressed clearly.

When living together, although Morita seldom did things quietly, he still didn't understand some things until he came to this store.

Although until now, Morita is still disgusted and wants to find other more challenging jobs, but at this moment, she has to admit that this store has taught her something that is difficult to learn.

"When you create something interesting, even if no one sees this achievement, it is a happy thing."

When the little cake was carefully taken out, the girl's eyes lit up slightly.

A small piece of the fork was inserted into her mouth, and the girl burst into tears, "It's so bitter."

Obviously, when he swallowed those much bitter cakes in big mouthfuls before, he still looked expressionless, but now he can shed tears for a small bite.

Morita couldn't help but smile, "This is the specialty of our shop."

When the girl's brother took the girl away, Morita looked at the back that disappeared in the foggy weather, and then thought of the girl's last tears stopping a little bit, "Sister, my name is Li Ke, and I will come to bother you."

What a rogue character.Morita narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing why his mood, which had been eager to change jobs, suddenly settled down.

The rainwater hits the glass windows, leaving twisted and twisted marks, which gather together with other rain and dew, and then become the winding path left by the rainwater.

Suddenly, those twisted and twisted routes were lightly breathed out, leaving behind a hazy mist, and then a pair of male palms with well-defined knuckles wiped away the mist, revealing the young man's delicate collarbone, delicate face, curved eyebrows and eyes, with With the moisture of spring rain.

The eyes were so clear that Morita couldn't help but chuckled, and then put his hands opposite each other through the glass, and could even feel the warmth seeping from the opposite side.

"Aoki..." Morita said.

The author has something to say: Well, life is not like in novels, there will always be someone who will give you warmth when you need it most.

At this time, we must learn to take good care of ourselves.

Wait for his arrival.