How to break the author's bad taste

67. Time whizzes forward

On the noisy street, the beautifully dressed young girl raised her wrist and patted around, her face excited, and she exclaimed from time to time.The girl took the photos very carefully. She took pictures of the short street less than 50 meters away for half an hour, from the roofs paved with brown tiles to the bonsai randomly placed on the street in broken bowls and pots. The iron doorplate with a plastic flower inserted in the house, and the tiger cat lazily sleeping on the window sill, all these became rare and wonderful scenery in the eyes of the girl.

Old residents and new residents coming and going on the street, or people who are tourists like the girl, passed by the girl, smiling knowingly at the girl's keenness to take pictures, and kept walking.In just a few years, the eighth district, which was regarded as a marginal area a long time ago, is like a pearl that has been wiped off the dust, blooming with its unique brilliance, originally because the unidentified dangerous area has been developed because it is extraordinarily primitive The fresh environment has become a rare scene of the Federation, with its unique wild charm and peaceful atmosphere, which has attracted many investors. With the arrival of various personnel, the eighth district has been greatly developed, and it has now been ranked among the top three in the Federation. Ranking of livable areas.

On this basis, the Mecha Senior High School, which was already well-known, became famous because of a mecha genius, and became one of the popular schools.

"Boss~ Excuse me, where is the nearest suspension car hub? Wow! It's so beautiful!" The girl squatted in the corner and was observing a mimosa plant. Asked in the store, unexpectedly found that this is an origami shop, in which there are all kinds of exquisite and small origami hanging or displayed, the girl couldn't help the surprise in her eyes, and raised her hand to take pictures.

"Go forward a hundred meters and turn left." The voice from inside the store was so clear that one couldn't help but feel quiet.

"Eh? Thank you, Boss... Boss, how do you sell the origami here?" The girl was stunned by the voice, and she replied thank you reflexively. It can be seen that the tutor is excellent. Her eyes revealed curiosity, but I was ashamed to inquire about the boss's news too directly, and when I raised my hand, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I pretended to ask casually.

However, it didn't work out.

"Fifteen federal dollars, whether it's on the wall or on the display case, one price." The one who answered her was a tall and stern young man who came behind her at some point, his eyes glanced at her coldly, and he stared at her. Looking at the fully intelligent artificial processor in her hand, "Some products in the store are not allowed to take pictures, please be careful."

"..." The well-proportioned words of advice were abruptly uttered as a warning.

The girl stared blankly at the young man walking past her to the store, and the instrument in her hand was turned off consciously under the young man's eyes just now.

"..." The young man who was walking unhurriedly stopped suddenly and said, "The junction station stops at twelve o'clock."

"...Eh?" The girl was still a little stunned, her mind reacted slowly, and suddenly a line was connected, "Ah?! Ah! Twelve o'clock! Ahhh! It's terrible!" The girl swept her hand He glanced at the instrument, screamed in a low voice, and rushed out of the small shop. The tourists on the street looked at it curiously, and then continued to focus on their own affairs.

The shop was quiet again.

The stern appearance of the young man suddenly warmed up after entering the small shop, and there was a bit of a silly smile in his smile.

"Little Light." He called out in a low and warm voice.

The thin boy sitting with his back was about sixteen or seventeen years old, his bones hadn't grown yet, and he was still a little immature, but his focused appearance made him look very charming.His hand bones are slender and the knuckles are well-defined. Because he doesn't see much light, he is a little too white. Because of the need, he has short nails that are well trimmed and well-maintained. They look round, small, and cute.The fine, soft black hair hangs in front of the drooping little head, slightly covering the eyes, but the owner doesn't care about it, and occasionally it feels itchy when it is brushed on the face, and it will only be blown vigorously, and even the hands are thrown away. I'm not in the mood to flirt.

The young man looked at the young man with amused face, puffed his cheeks and blew again, and called again: "Xiaoguang!"

"...Ah?" The young man paused, staring blankly at the crumpled origami in his hands. After a long time, his eyes focused and he recovered. He looked back at the young man with a soft expression on his face. Laugh: "Phil."

Time flies, a few years have passed, Phil is now a graduate of the Federation's First Mecha Academy, Mi Guang also has his own shop, Avril is still Phil's junior, and Auntie is still guarding the orphanage. But now that the funds are sufficient and more people are helping, the work on her body is pitiful, just like what Mi Guang said about Qingfu.