5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"Get married..."

At this time, I was at the wedding venue. Apart from familiar classmates, most of the guests were strangers. They were a quarter of the people the bride and groom encountered in their lives. relationship people.If it wasn't for a wedding, I wouldn't have been in the same closed environment with so many strangers.

Listening to the love vows of the bride and groom on the stage, and the vow of never being separated from each other, got into my ears.

The phantom of me asking Gojo Satoru what he thought about getting married in the kitchen last night overlapped, and then separated immediately, as if to prove to me that these two things have nothing to do with each other.

...How did Gojo Satoru answer me back then?

I don't even remember much.

I just remember that the omelet rice he made was delicious. When I tried it, he fed me a big mouthful with a spoon, but when I let go, the ketchup dripped on the sweater.

Bright red.

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I sat in the banquet below, surrounded by the bride and groom's high school or college classmates.

Before going out, Gojo Satoru helped me choose a skirt, which was bright and magnificent red. I was sitting by the bedside to check my prosthetics. He deftly took out this pleated skirt from the closet, which was decorated with flannelette and gold thread. .The man draped it over my lap, as if just so he could imagine what I would look like in it.

Gojo Satoru praised me with a blank face: "That's not bad—just look at it together like this, the strong contrast between the two colors is really quite powerful, and the skin color seems to be dyed red."

"If it's really red, won't it look like a skin disease?" I subconsciously touched the back of my neck, and then looked up at his smiling eyes.

Gojo Satoru followed my complaint and began to analyze it carefully: "It depends on the situation-the part that is dyed red, the depth of red, the condition of the surrounding skin... However, in the end, it goes well with red, so in most cases They'll all look great."

"Is that a compliment?"

"It's a real compliment."

However, in the end, I still didn't wear the red dress.At other people's weddings, I still wanted to dress a little lighter, so I picked out a pumpkin-colored plaid skirt, put on a coat, and randomly wrapped a scarf of the same color.

Now I am sitting in the venue, listening to the chatter of the men and women around me, pinching the hem of my skirt with my fingers boredly, playing some unknown games under the table.When the newcomers on the stage come down hand in hand to stay in front of each wine table and greet people, the smile on their faces is like a signal to everyone that "I will never regret this marriage".

I held my chin and watched the newlyweds shuttle through the banquet, and when they came to our table, I had to drive, so I replaced the wine with fruit juice, put on the same smiling face as everyone on the table, and said blessings Their auspicious words lasted forever, and finally they drank the cold liquid in the cup in one gulp.

After they toasted and finished the ceremony, I left the table and leaned against the wall outside the venue to feel the calmness after leaving the atmosphere of joy and joy.

I reached into my pockets, trying to warm myself up.

"Out?"

Familiar voice.

Orihara Rinya's leather shoes made a rhythmic sound as he stepped on the ground. He stopped in front of me, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it at me. I caught it with my backhand—it turned out to be Qixing again.

I glanced at it and threw it back to him.

The young man deliberately asked in an unbelievable tone: "Did you quit smoking?"

"I quit smoking." I said, "I want to live a few more years, so it's better to quit."

"It's a pity." He said so, without showing any regret on his face, and put the whole cigarette case in his pocket.

I was just about to ask him why he appeared here, and then I remembered that we are students of the same level, so it is not surprising that he was invited.

I looked into his face and said the truth: "I thought you wouldn't come."

After all, everyone is not so good.

"Don't say that--" He stretched out his hand to cover the wall next to him, and sighed against the white wall: "All kinds of people are nested in the room on the other side of the wall, and anytime, anywhere among them may be If there is an unexpected chemical reaction, especially at a scene like a wedding where the emotions fluctuate so much, maybe something interesting will happen.”

Is this some kind of human observation subject?

"Don't you believe it? Such hurtful eyes."

"You're not a guy who gets hurt so easily." I said.

Orihara Rin is also considered to have a very tenacious vitality among the people I know, in all aspects.But based on what I know about him, nothing good will happen wherever he appears. That's right, I have a clear prejudice against him, and I have no plans to correct it for the time being.

"Student Yizhi." He suddenly changed into a tone we are familiar with, which made my skin crawl. "Why did you quit your high-paying job and switch to work as a back office?"

In general, it's never a good sign when someone you've been in a distant relationship with suddenly starts caring about what's going on with you.

I said, "What does this have to do with you?"

"No, it doesn't matter." Orihara Rin also smiled mysteriously, "I'm just curious, and Yizhi is also one of my observation objects."

When he said this, his expression was frank and confident.

Every time Orihara Rinya showed such an unpredictable smile, he was definitely thinking about something unpleasant.

Are there any topics that can disrupt his rhythm?

Have.

"Orihara-san." I thought to myself, and I happened to use local materials, so I asked him, "When do you plan to get married?"

After Orihara Rin heard my question, his expression froze for a brief moment, and then he recovered, and began to play a roundabout tactic: "Why don't Ichie-san answer this question first?"

It seems that even people like Orihara Rin are not 100% ready to face this topic.

I raised my eyebrows and asked him: "I see, Orihara-san doesn't have a girlfriend yet, right?"

Orihara Rinya: "It's really sharp."

Next, the two of us actually spoke at the same time——

"So I'm right?"

"I know a lot of girls."

The two sentences are intertwined.But I subtly felt as if I had won.

"A classmate."

"Ok?"

"Are you single?"

"...That's right."

In the next second, he immediately put on a "kind" and "magnanimous" expression, and said, "Student Yizhi is also single, so don't say such sarcastic remarks about me."

...It seems that he really doesn't like this topic.

"So you're really just here for an ordinary wedding?" Even a wedding of a classmate you don't know well.

"If I say yes, you won't believe it." Orihara Rin put his hands in his pockets, his clothes didn't look thick, and he said, "Well, I have something to confirm—although it's troublesome, it's It's also what the employer asks for."

"Employer's request?"

I know he's in the business of information brokers, but this is just an ordinary wedding scene, what information can his employer need?

"It's an extra free service from me." Orihara Rinya said to me with obvious joy in his voice, "After all, he is a very generous employer, so it would be too dissatisfying not to satisfy such a small request. Sounds like a story."

I wasn't interested, so I just followed his words and asked, "Is that so? Then you've got the information your employer wants?"

His gaze rested briefly on my face for a moment.

"Yes." He replied softly, "It's clear."

Although I still have doubts in my heart, this episode did not affect my mood too much.After returning to the venue, I simply ate something. It was already past seven o'clock, and it was already dark outside. I turned on my phone and found several messages popping up on Line.

Mr. Kazama took a photo for me, full of scented candles, and he seems to have bought all the ones I recommended to him.

[Kazema: Thank you very much for Miss Yizhi's recommendation, I will try each of them. 】

Looking at the neatly arranged scented candles, I couldn't help laughing and sent an OK expression.

Recalling what he said earlier about the double blow of overtime and insomnia, insomnia is not so easy to solve, but if you don't work overtime, the quality of sleep should improve, right?

[Me: Mr. Kazama, are you still busy at work these days? 】

After the message became read, there was no reply for a long time, and it took several minutes to receive his reply.

[Kazama: No, the previous accumulated work has almost been dealt with.Miss Yizhi, do you need to find me? 】

[Me: I'm just asking casually. 】

【Me: After not working overtime, you should be able to sleep well, right? 】

[Kazema: ... yes. 】

He also waited for a long time before replying this time, could it be that he is busy?

[Kazema: Thanks to you. 】

[Kazema: Well, what is Miss Kazue doing now? 】

[Me: [picture]]

【Me: I'm attending a high school classmate's wedding. To be honest, I already feel like going home... It's the most comfortable thing to be alone in the quilt. 】

[Kazama: ... Are you sleeping alone in the quilt? 】

He returned quickly this time.

[Me: Yes. 】

The next reply was also very fast, and changed from the previous concise style, it turned out to be a long paragraph.

[Kazama: Indeed, people tend to get tired in winter and just want to stay in a warm place. I can fully understand Miss Kazue's mood.After returning home, take a hot bath, then lie down warmly in the quilt, and sleep comfortably... Just thinking about it makes me feel brighter. 】

It's hard to disagree.

Sure enough, I'd better find a chance to leave first, there's nothing I can do if I stay here all the time, I might as well go back and get under the covers as soon as possible to be happier.

As soon as I said it, I put down the cup, walked to the edge of the corridor, greeted the bride and planned to leave.As soon as I left the main hall of the banquet, before I went out from the corridor of the hotel, I was suddenly stopped by someone.

A young man I had never seen before stopped me, holding a beautiful bouquet of roses, casting a soft shadow under the warm orange light of the hotel.

"Excuse me, excuse me..." I saw that his posture was clearly aimed at me, but I still planned to try to run away.

As a result, the young man in front of me bowed directly to me, his attitude was so humble that I couldn't believe it.

"Miss Yizhi." He said, "I would like to stop you here... Please don't rush away, please listen to me, please? Do you still remember the terrorist attack on the department store the year before last?"

"remember."

I was one of the hostages at the time, and I also ran into my ex-boyfriend.

"The little girl you rescued at the risk...was my younger sister. It's a pity that the situation was too tense and I couldn't meet you face to face, but Miss Yizhi's beautiful image has always been engraved in my heart and I dare not forget it."

I quietly looked at his reddened ears because of nervousness, he didn't look very old, maybe younger than me.

"I didn't expect to come to the wedding today and let me meet you again in the vast crowd... I just ran out to buy the roses. That, I don't mean anything else. I know that if I suddenly talk to you at the venue It may cause misunderstandings or bring you unnecessary attention, so I can only wait for you outside..." He gradually became incoherent, and his delicate face was covered with shy red, "I don't want to You reply to me immediately or something else..."

"... Excuse me, can you give me a chance to pursue you?"

He said: "I want to pursue you on the premise of getting married."

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I must have lost my mind completely. Faced with such a bold and fiery confession, what I recalled was the vague memory of last night.

I finally remembered how Gojo Satoru answered me last night. He said "huh" and then said, "Marriage, marriage, these things are most likely to go with the flow." It depends on which step the state has progressed, and it is ultimately determined by his heart, which cannot be guessed by outsiders, let alone changed.

I replied to him: "You are right, I think so too."

Maybe I will have an idea pop up one day, telling me what I should do next according to my heart.

And then he made a very delicious omelet rice, what is not reconciled is that he cooks better than me, after changing the clothes stained by tomato sauce, I ate the food on the plate clean, I didn't even wash the bowls, like a model student in kindergarten who would be patted and praised by the teacher.

I checked the clothes in the closet over and over again, took out the game cassettes that had already been cleared, and tried to refresh my record. Gojo Satoru also chose to join this cause, until my already somewhat unreliable controller was completely wiped out. By the way, this after-dinner after-dinner activity has come to an end.

Then the heater broke down, so I tucked my hands into my sweater and called his name. I said, "It's so cold, Wu, give him a hug."

There are only two situations where I would call his first name instead of his last name respectfully.

One is when recording his related things in the notebook.

One is now.

So, even though it was snowing outside the window last night, it was quite warm at night.