5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

I'm sure - I don't know him.

"……What's your name?"

I tried to make sure again, what if it was a name I had heard before?

He seemed to have misunderstood me, straightened up and sat up to introduce himself.

"I'm Mishima, Mishima Yuya. I'm currently studying in the third grade of Teidan High School. My family consists of my parents and my younger sister. I have excellent grades in school, a good family background, and no bad habits—"

It seems that his phrase "asking for dating for the purpose of marriage" was not a joke, and he even reported his personal situation like a blind date scene. However, I am not an employee of a blind date agency, let alone a single woman who is planning to get married now.

I quickly interrupted him: "Wait, it's Mishima-kun, I understand."

However, when he said this, I can guarantee-"I really don't know him".

Yuya Mishima claimed to be the older brother of the girl I saved in the accident two years ago.

I still remember a little bit of the child's appearance. Judging from the appearance, the teenager in front of me is indeed somewhat similar to her, but apart from whether he is a suspicious person, the biggest problem is-he is too young. It looks like a high school student, no matter how morally corrupt I am, I can't do anything to a child who is so much younger than me.

The short black hair was pasted on the delicate forehead, and the lines of the cheeks followed a perfect trajectory along the way.A pair of eyes shone brightly under the light, and the unusual vitality of the young man was radiating aggressively outward.

Faced with such a childish face, the words of refusal are almost ready to come out.

He seemed to have seen my intention immediately, and said, "I am definitely not a suspicious person. My sister is also here today... If you are worried, you can go to see her and verify my identity... Please believe me."

"Excuse me, how did you know my surname?" I looked at the delicate rose in his hand, and I really didn't have the guts to continue.

Speaking of which, wasn't that guy Orihara Rinya also there?

It can't be related to him, right?

Holding the rose in his hand, the boy lowered his head and confessed to me: "The bride at the wedding is my younger sister's elementary school teacher. I just found out about Miss Yizhi when I went to her with my younger sister in private."

Me: "And before that?"

The young man scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, and explained: "I had planned to ask the police about the list of hostages at that time, but I also knew that such a child's play would be rejected... It seems that it is too much to ask a private detective, who? You don’t like being prying for information like this, do you? So I gave up, but I didn’t expect to meet you again today, and my love for you has revived again.”

After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that I would worry too much, so he took the initiative to confess again.

"If you say that you are sorry, there is indeed one thing... Well, Mr. Orihara is your acquaintance, right?"

Seeing the boy's cautious expression, I resisted the urge to raise my eyebrows.

So it's really about him?

"I'm worried that Ms. Yizhi already has a boyfriend. If she rashly proposes to pursue you, it may cause trouble to you...so I just entrusted Mr. Orihara to find out if you are still single for me."

"……is that so?"

Could it be that Orihara Lin also came to the venue because he had other things to do, and on the way, he met this young man who gave him a commission, so he simply made some extra money?

He nodded blankly, and asked me: "Did it... make you feel uncomfortable? If so, I must apologize to you."

As he spoke, he held the rose with one hand, and before I could stop him, he bowed deeply to me.

This is difficult... It seems that he has made up his mind to pursue me seriously, so of course I have to refuse.

Love without a future is the chief culprit that makes people fall into Avici Hell. I have already half-footed on the edge of the abyss, so I can't let the people in front of me repeat my mistakes, right?

I thought about what to say so as not to hurt the child, but before I could think of an excuse, our conversation was interrupted by life.

The door next to the wall was opened, and a girl with short black hair poked her head out. Her round black eyes searched back and forth between the two of us, trying to understand the current situation, and the two of us were reflected in the clear pupils.I still remember the appearance of this child in my heart, and at a glance I recognized the girl who was saved by me in that horrific incident.

At that time, she was covered in blood, only her eyes were black and bright. Now she changed into a clean little foreign dress, and she was unsurprisingly a cute child.

"...Brother?" She shouted at the young man, then glanced at me again, her deer-like eyes slightly widened, and she exclaimed in a low voice, "It's a big sister who can use magic!" After finishing speaking, she immediately covered her mouth , aggrieved and apologized to me: "Yuko said she slipped her tongue..."

"So your name is Yuko." I smiled at her.

In the terrorist attack, Yuko’s family left the department store first, and were lucky to avoid being taken hostage, but Yuko was not so lucky. Because I have limited mobility, I usually avoid the most violent crowds .When I went downstairs alone, I met Yuko who was injured by the stampede. I just used my supernatural power to partially divert her injuries.

Although I told Yuko not to mention this to others, she was only about five years old at the time, and I didn't think she would be able to hide it, so I didn't think of blaming her.

"Sorry, big sister." The little girl pinched the corner of her brother's clothes dejectedly, not having the courage to look at me.

"It's okay." I reassured her, "I'm not angry."

However, if even the child shows up, the rhetoric I used to escape from the scene will have to be changed.It's a pity that my plan hasn't been implemented yet. A few children sprang out from behind the door. They looked about the same age as the girl I rescued. They were a girl and three boys. Among them, the short-haired girl with a long hairpin said in a low voice He said "Huh?" Then he looked at the siblings and asked, "Yuko, is this your brother?"

"Yeah." Yuko nodded, and her eyes drifted to me again.

The girl with the hairpin clenched her hands into fists, and followed her line of sight to look at me——

"Big sister must be the 'big sister who can use magic' that Yuko said!"

Her words seemed to trigger some switch, and several children next to her also came up. I was watched by a group of children with complicated eyes, and for a while, I didn't know how to leave here.

"Yuko, don't cause trouble for Ms. Yizhi." The boy squatted down and taught his sister gently.

"Sister, sister—so you really know magic?" The older child was quite concerned about this matter, and he stretched out his hand excitedly, as if to make me turn my attention to him, He compared his hands in the air: "Is it like in the cartoon that you need to transform with a 'snap—'?"

Another boy with thin freckles on his face actually continued what he said: "But there is no way to transform here, right?"

"If you can use magic, can you make my wish come true?"

"...Genta's wish must be to eat a lot of eel rice."

I felt that if the topic continued like this, it would really be out of control, so I put my hands on my thighs, and then bowed and told them: "I'm sorry, my sister doesn't know magic. But, Christmas is coming soon, and Santa Claus will give Well-behaved children who behaved well this year will have their wishes come true."

I'm not very good at coaxing kids, so I've left everything to Santa.

This corridor is not within the range of the heating system. Several of us chatted here for a long time, and soon I felt cold, and I inhaled a lot of cold air. I felt that my throat was a little dry from the cold wind, and I was about to talk. It turned into a shallow cough.

"Cough cough..."

Yuko immediately let go of her brother's clothes, walked over and looked at me worriedly: "Sister, are you sick?"

"No." I quickly denied, and then put my hands into the pockets of my jacket to try to cover the heat, "...it's just a little cold."

Thinking of this, I immediately constructed an escape plan in my mind.This time I deliberately covered my mouth with my hands to look weak, coughed a few times, and then said to Yuko: "My sister is a little unwell, I'm sorry to have to go home first."

Then I had the opportunity to "go home sick" to say goodbye to my children, and I could leave logically, so that I didn't have to say hurtful or refusing words in front of them.

As long as Mishima Yuya is smart enough, I think he will be able to understand the implication of my words.

The disappointment of the children was written on their faces.

"Huh? Can't you see Big Sister using magic?"

"Do magicians get sick too?"

"Shhh—" The boy wearing glasses who seemed the calmest and said nothing all the time made a silent movement. When I looked at him, the boy pulled out an awkward smile, and then pulled his The little friend said, "Let's go, big sister wants to go home and have a good rest, and we don't want to make trouble."

Little Yuko asked timidly: "Sister is going back now... Yuko hasn't thanked her sister yet, and brother..." The girl's eyes turned to her brother again, and the rose he held in his hand, even if it was Such a child probably knows what this means.

Mishima Yuya maintained a very high self-restraint, he said softly: "Let Miss Kazueda go back and have a good rest, Yuko."

Yuko still grumbled reluctantly: "But, I want to be friends with my sister... I also want to invite my sister to my house to play. Yuko knows that it is my sister who helped me. Yuko has saved a lot of pocket money and wants to take it to my house. I saved my pocket money to buy my sister’s favorite gifts..." As she spoke, crystal clear tears trickled down from her eyes and landed on the back of her hand holding the corner of her skirt.

"Yuko..." Brother could only comfort her softly.

Letting the child cry is not what I want to see, not to mention that she didn't make any excessive demands, so I walked up to Yuko, knelt down with my hands on my knees, and tried my best to keep my most friendly smile.

"Yuko." I said, "I already know Yuko's heart... It doesn't matter if you don't need gifts. It must be difficult for Yuko to save so much pocket money, right? It's great, I'm as old as you You can't save money at all, you are much better than me."

"Then, is that sister still willing to come to my house to play with Yuko?"

"Okay, but next time, okay? My sister is not feeling well today, and it will be bad if the infection is transmitted to Yuko."

Yuko's sobs gradually subsided, and she rubbed her red eyes from crying.

"Then I want to exchange contact information with my sister..." She asked me with red eyes: "Is it okay?"

I sighed inwardly.

"it is good."

Yuko's phone was covered with a rabbit-patterned velvet phone case. She took out the phone and carefully exchanged contact information with me.Seeing that I had saved her information in the address book, the expression on that face turned into a childish smile, and she waved at me contentedly——

"Then Yuko is going to play with her friends! See you next time, big sister who knows magic!"

Accompanied by the sound of the little leather shoes going away, this sudden sitcom came to an end.

Yuya Mishima was always by my side, showing me an apologetic expression.

He said: "Yuko is actually a very lively child."

"I know." I said.

From here I looked at the window outside the main entrance. Snowflakes were already falling outside, and it was undoubtedly another cold winter night.When I was talking to Yuko, in order to make her happy as much as possible, I took my hand out of my pocket, and now it was so cold that it turned pale.I said to Mishima: "Mishima-kun, I have to go."

The boy's body froze for a short time, he should have remembered my vague refusal just now.

"May I ask why? Do you think I'm inappropriate for my age, or are you dissatisfied with me in other aspects..."

"Neither of them." I said, "Don't belittle Mishima-kun, I just already have someone I like."

"That's it..." The young man felt relieved, "I understand. It's just that I have a small request, and I hope that Miss Yizhi will not refuse. Can you accept this bouquet of flowers? Just treat it as me as Yuko's elder brother A paltry expression of gratitude, not a gift of status as a suitor."

He said it all for the sake of it. Obviously, if I don't accept it today, I will be a sinner through the ages.So I had no choice but to take the bouquet of fragrant roses from him, thinking about finding a chance to dispose of them on the way back.

It must have been a long time, and the petals of a few roses beside them have curled slightly.

In short, let's accept it first, as for how to deal with it... slowly think about it on the way home.

"Then, Mishima-kun, goodbye." I said goodbye to him.

"I see...it's snowing now and the road is slippery. Please pay attention to traffic safety when you go back."

When I got to the parking lot, I found the car and put Rose in the passenger seat.Turning on the phone, several messages have been received.The first thing to bear the brunt was the traffic warning report of heavy snow weather, and then the news in the work group. Yizhi and Kazama briefly talked about the trivial work details.And condolences from Kazama.

[Kazema: It's snowing heavily, Miss Yizhi better go home early, there have been several traffic accidents, please be very careful. 】

The news was 10 minutes ago, when I was still talking with the Mishima brothers and sisters, so naturally I didn't see it.

I replied: [Thank you, I will carefully observe the road conditions when I go back. 】

……

……

"...bad luck."

Due to an unknown malfunction, my car won't start.

I sat in the car, looking up at the roof in a daze.The lights in the car shone on the velvet roof, and I stared at the bulging velvet, feeling speechless.

Before going out, I received a cold weather alarm, but I didn't expect it to be so cold that the car froze and broke down.

After the car was turned off, I first called the after-sales service. They suspected that it was a problem with the battery. They asked me to find a nearby small shop to have a look.However, I called a nearby small repair shop, and their employees came to check and found that the problem was not with the battery, so I had to wait for the insurance company to tow the car to the designated repair point.

After such a set of procedures has been completed, more than an hour has passed quickly.

The towing service of the insurance company is not so fast. Fortunately, there is a repair place designated by the insurance company nearby, and the distance is not far away, and there is no need to pay extra fees.

What is uncomfortable is how to spend the time waiting for the insurance company to come over.

I was in the open-air parking lot. As long as I poked my head out of the car, I would be pushed back into the car by the howling cold wind and snow.Looking out the window, I couldn't help but think of the reason why I broke up with my ex-boyfriend two years ago, and subconsciously felt emotional——

"It's another snowy winter night..."

I turned on my phone, and it was past ten o'clock in the evening. I would most likely be taking a shower at this time, but now I can only sit alone in the car with the cold air as a companion.

The bouquet of roses placed in the co-pilot had a slightly weaker aroma, and the wrapping paper shone brightly under the lights in the car.I opened the storage drawer next to it, and there were only cigarettes in it for giving away when socializing, not the brand I was used to.

But when I think of Gojo Satoru, I will ask me: "Didn't you quit smoking?"

I have the intention of giving up with the hand holding the cigarette.

He has a good nose, if I smoke outside, I can definitely smell it.

Thinking of this, I became irritable again-if I smoke, I will smoke, so what?

He doesn't care about this, and he doesn't care about it, does he?

However, I wanted to light a cigarette several times, but my movements were not very agile. In the end, I couldn't hold the cigarette and dropped it on the ground.The confrontation with myself ended in failure, and the irritability prevailed over loneliness at the moment, so I had to half open the door and stare at the passing crowd in a daze.

I saw that the number of cars in the parking lot decreased and then increased, and then I remembered that there were several hotels and high-end restaurants nearby. In Shinjuku, this point is no different from the daytime. Night workers and people who are accustomed to night life are just starting to move out.

"It's so slow..." The trailer didn't come, and I couldn't leave the scene, so I could only sit and waste time.

I feel like I've been waiting for a long time, but only 10 minutes have passed.The cold at night began to increase, I sniffed, turned on the phone, and scrolled down the address book.

Except for the former colleagues, the people I contacted recently are all work-related, such as colleges, conjurers, police officers... and students.I opened the call log, and sure enough, it was much better than Gojo Satoru's record.

"I don't know what he's doing now."

Shall I call and ask?

It’s easiest to think wildly when you’re alone. For example, I started looking at the call log and recalled what I was doing every time I called. ...especially the frequency of calls has increased a lot recently, and instead of simply asking "when will we meet", it has become "what to eat" or "do you need to buy anything".

Or "Where are you?"

and "What are you doing?"

Conversations shortened from extremely distant to beyond my imagination.

Incredibly close.

I held my mobile phone, thinking whether to call him, I just missed him a little bit.I think this kind of missing is due to the coldness, and it is easy for adults to look for a person or thing to pin their missing when they are alone, which creates a sense of support.For me, there are no parents who can throw themselves into their arms to act like a baby after returning home, and there is only an empty house. If I have to think of something to make myself feel better, I can only think of Wujo Wu.

In this way, whether my relationship is love or dependence has become vague and ambiguous.

However, before my mental construction was completed, the mobile phone rang first.

Gojo Satoru’s name lit up on the screen, causing my rational analysis of my feelings to collapse. I held the phone and pressed the call button, and stuck it on my reddened ear——

"--Hello?"

The voice transmitted by the mobile phone is naturally slightly different from my own, with distorted microwaves, Gojo Satoru's voice seems to be transmitted from a very far away and very close place.

"You." He always said that he would pause for a while before continuing to ask, "Are you still outside?"

He asked this, it seems that he knew that I was not at home, that is to say——

"Are you at my house now?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer directly, and I heard the sound of doors closing heavily on the phone.

God, hope he treats my front door well - this guy has a history of accidentally breaking a window handle.

"You didn't bring an umbrella?" he said. "The snow is falling and it looks like there will at least be enough snow tomorrow for 'Anna and the Snow Queen' in Tokyo."

"I didn't bring an umbrella, I was driving back and forth anyway. What is 'Anna and the Snow Queen'?"

I seem to have asked a question about stepping on a landmine, and the five Wutiao jk-style rhetorical questions came from the other end of the phone immediately.

"—No way, haven't you seen the movie?" Gojo Satoru's astonishment didn't seem to be feigned. He said, "That's the 'letitgo~letitgo~', didn't it also play at the Red and White Song Festival?"

Gojo Satoru even sang intoxicatedly, seeming to take it for granted that "everyone has seen this movie".

Listening to Wujo Satoru singing over there, I got a little impression.

"I seem to have heard it on Red and White. It turned out to be an episode of a movie..."

"Sounds so pitiful. But I happen to have the DVD, I'll bring it to you tomorrow." After he finished speaking, the topic returned to the right track again, and he asked me, "How long do you have?"

I realized he was referring to how long it would take me to get home, so I had to tell the truth.

"Something went wrong." I said, "The car won't start. I have to wait for the tow truck to come and take over and then I can go home. After the tow truck is in place, it will take about four or ten minutes for me to get back by taxi..." But the snowy day The road conditions will be worse, and it may take more than an hour. I checked the time and said, "I will be back around midnight."

"Are you alone now?"

His words reminded me - I always spend more time alone, just like now, every time a weak mood comes to my mind, I am pressed down again by myself, discarding the parts I think I don't need, and "myself" One person can handle everything" as a guideline to act.

At this moment, a thought called me, which made me suddenly see the light.

Properly open a hole in one's own world, and there may be accidental retraction.

I tried to answer him in a teasing tone: "Yeah, I'm alone."

I said, "...are you coming to see me?"