Ms. Morita and Mr. Atobe

47.

When he saw the boy coming to the store, Morita was quite surprised. No matter what, the little girl who bought cakes and gave gifts to boys every day just finished walking away crying yesterday. Why can I see this little boy today?

This can't help but make people feel like "ah, it really is a complicated story."

In any case, most people still prefer the more beautiful finale. The rain did not stop yesterday. Although it was a little smaller today, it was still colder than the previous day because it was the second day.

"Please come in." Another clerk who was lazy yesterday, Li Yu seemed to want to make up for yesterday's laziness today, and then greeted him very enthusiastically.It's a pity that this delicate boy looked between her and Morita, and then took the initiative to come to Morita.

"Excuse me, was there a girl yesterday..."

"Ah, I know who you are talking about, Li Ke." Morita rolled his eyes.

To be honest, Morita doesn't believe that there will be any kind of deep hatred or sadomasochism between two junior high school students. Morita still likes the pairing of childhood sweethearts very much.

And... whether this kind of pure feeling is like or sad, there will be no way to experience it again in the future at any time.

Love that does not involve anything is too extravagant.

The boy sat at the table and rejected the cake, "I don't like cakes, neither sweet nor bitter."

... Tsk, it really does seem like a hard-to-handle type.

By the way, uncle, you come here so hung up that you don't eat cakes and don't talk about your thoughts, do your parents know?

Of course, just to talk, Morita still prepared a hot drink, and then pushed the quilt over, "Hurry up, I only have a cup of tea to listen to the story."

...Finally, I have finally spoken out this kind of fresh and artistic pretense, but it is a pity that I still don't have that glamorous and noble feeling.

Of course, the little boy didn't know what Morita was thinking, but he just had a hot drink and took a sip.

I have to say that at this age, Yan Zhengcheng is such a man?Morita secretly controlled the salty pig's hand back, and then looked at the boy with a serious face.

But he still looked like he was hanging on his face, and then looked up at the sky outside the window melancholy.

"It's raining outside, there's nothing to see," Morita twitched the corners of his mouth, and continued to complain with a righteous face (?), pointing to the center by the way, "Also, if you're here to see the scenery, just go outside Well, it’s still HD and uncensored.”

First of all, don't care about how bad Morita said to Xiao Zhengtai. The first thing we know is... Morita doesn't even know the rotten stalk of "before XXX, I will pretend to look at the scenery", we can only say that she is actually It's a bumpkin.

... Well, don't worry about the trivial matter that the heroine is a bumpkin.In short, the parties concerned are not aware of such things that are becoming more and more strange.

The boy looked at the scenery for a while and then looked melancholy, "I don't like eating buns."

...Wait, what's wrong, what kind of development is this!

"Even if I don't like cake, whether it's sweet or bitter, I can still eat it."

... What kind of development is Weiwei, Kouhu, the home of gourmet food?How can there be such a wonderful development? Then you have just watched the scenery for so long and are hesitating whether you should say it or not.

"Although steamed stuffed buns are sometimes very tasty and make people feel full, but there are too many and I still can't bear it."

...Please don't talk like this in such a melancholy way, I really have no slot to vomit, thank you.

The boy looked at the expressionless Morita sadly, then sighed, and finally...he left.

Leaving in the drizzle and wind and rain, with a look of melancholy and indescribable sadness and worry.

Hey, hey, he really left!So what's the point of his coming? He just came to the bakery to express his aversion to steamed buns, and then to support the bakery.Not touched at all, bastard, what is going on with such a weird thing, boy, are you stuck in your head!

Watching his thin figure slowly disappear, Morita became thinner.

What an insane world.

"Sure enough, it's good to be young. It's really touching." The store manager commented.

I really don't know what is worth touching, Morita has no energy to do other things, the materials prepared for Aoki by staying up late yesterday have already taken a lot of her physical strength, she doesn't want to waste the rest of her strength here.

By the way, that girl obviously cried so much yesterday, if the two children were arguing because of the steamed stuffed bun...haha.

It's really touching and naive. Morita still remembers a newlywed couple in the news who got divorced because of eating Malatang.

This is completely different from the world of adults. Morita, who unknowingly attributed himself to the adults who "things are very complicated", nodded silently, and then felt an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes and a tragedy of age.

If...if it's me, I can like whoever I want to like, and I can also quarrel with the boy I have a crush on over whether the buns are delicious or not, um... my sister will deal with the boy silently before the quarrel It's gone, Morita Fu forehead.Although I seldom meet my eldest sister after kindergarten, but every festival, the little boys from various families who are obviously good to themselves will get into subtle troubles... Morita still knows.

Uuhhh, that girl had a brother who came to pick her up yesterday, maybe the elder brother doesn't know that the girl already has a male god, what if the elder brother gets jealous and beats Zhengtai up, and falls into the trap of "as long as my sister has me, it's enough" Come on, you little brat, get out of here." Growing pains like this?

Can't keep thinking about it.Recently, my mind has really opened up.

Morita tapped his head, and then cleared those things from his mind, but was brought back to what just happened by the voice of the store manager.

"It would be great if young people can cherish it well, although conflicts are what young people should look like haha."

"But generally the love in teenage years can't have a very happy ending," Morita quickly found a perfect excuse for not having a puppy love (?), and then said this sentence leisurely with a disillusioned look on his face.

So when it comes to envy, jealousy, and hatred, we use "envy" as the starting point, and then the end point is "hate", which is a more impressive and connotative emotion.

"I think you are still very blank in this regard." The store manager laughed, and then seldom discussed himself, "I am 40 years older than you, and there are things that you have experienced more , and see more clearly.

"I feel that I already love it very much, and then I can't stick to it anymore. I gave up because of objective reasons... In general, I don't think it's worth it. The importance of the two things in my mind is not comparable, so I am decisive. gave up on love. I did."

It's just that I don't think it's worth it.

"It was only later that I realized what I had lost, but when I think about it carefully, I probably liked the feeling of falling in love with myself at that time."

What I like is just a self-righteous feeling of falling in love.

"Hey, who can explain this kind of thing clearly."

The smile finally froze on the lips, and then forced a smile, Morita said, "Really."

Those self-righteous feelings of vicissitudes, or even if you can't say it, you can feel it, and the underestimation of those childish loves is just... because you don't understand.

Those heart-wrenching feelings are just assumptions made for yourself and others?

It's just to allow myself to stand in a weak or a place with a relatively high sense of morality.

Because no matter how you say it, the abandoned person can always be sympathized and cared by others.

It feels like something is being uncovered, but not all.

Also, how deep can this kind of relationship built hastily in a few months go.Those are just likes and attachments based on status, looks, status and talents.

After all, it is weak, that's why he left so gracefully, although he showed a very painful appearance, but in the end he still made a firm choice.

Those "truths" buried in the heart are "secrets" that I dare not tell at all.

His face paled slightly until Aoki came to pick him up.

"Morita, what happened?" When did Aoki stop addressing himself with honorifics, and started a conversation as a peer.

Morita frowned slightly, then shook his head, "I probably caught a cold yesterday."

"Do you want to go to the hospital? Don't bear the pain." The boy helped Morita into the car and sat down in the driver's seat. "I have some medicine here. Let's take the temperature first."

When... did you grow into a reliable man?

How did you grow up from a boy to a man?

How will that boy grow up, where Aoki grew up in an invisible place, and what kind of youthful past Atobe has.

So now, Morita closed his eyes.

Are you growing yourself?

Morita didn't know, he just felt a little tired.

The author has something to say:

Wowowo dare to say that the real lady is actually Mrs. Wang Kaijun in my head _(:з」∠)_

Although she is not a rotten girl, Wowowo is still a fan of him (face).