Nana Ming is also under special attack today

The season has come to late spring and early summer, and the weather is warming up.

This was the first time I saw Nanami-san in normal clothes.

An open black shirt, at night it is not clear whether it is a beige or a cold white windbreaker, and the usual suit pants.

Mr. stood in the overnight warming wind, waving at me in the halo of street lamps.

I ran to his side in three steps and two steps. The husband glanced at the phone and said, "The restaurant recommended by my colleague is nearby. I have already reserved a seat. Miss Long Island, do you want to take a car or take a walk?"

"Let's take a walk, just to exercise." I jumped forward and couldn't help speeding up my pace. "It's actually a restaurant that needs to be reserved. Hurry up, sir. I'm so curious."

Mr. Nanami allowed me to speed up my pace, always keeping pace with me, and said, "I heard it's a very popular shop."

"Then I look forward to it even more!"

Along the long bridge across the river, the lights of off-duty cars flickered and cast shadows on us. I have never walked this road at night, looking around to see the sparkling river.

Mr. Qihai was always standing on the outside, with the posture of a protector. I couldn't help but want to jump a few more times, so that he could feel more of a sense of accomplishment.

...Then he almost tripped over himself, and was quickly stopped by Mr.

The wind on the river picked up the corners of my husband’s clothes and made the windbreaker rattle. When it slapped me, I quickly dodged it and smiled at the gentleman who raised his hand to straighten his clothes: “The windbreaker looks very handsome too, Mr. Nanami You should try wearing more regular clothes."

"If there is a chance." The gentleman's eyes are full of rare leisure, looking over my shoulder to the river, and suddenly asked, "Miss Takishima, can you draw this place?"

"Huh? Here?" I compared my hands into a frame, squinted my eyes and looked at the lights of ships in the distance, and the long and slow "woo" sounded from below us, blending with the bass flute from nowhere , adding a bit of tranquility to the night.

"It's really beautiful." I immediately took out my mobile phone and told my husband, "Wait for me, let me take a picture, and draw when I have free time when I get back...or bring the drawing board here."

I raised the phone, and the fixed-focus frame on the screen was constantly changing, and the scenery on both sides of the river was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred in the sudden bright light.

My husband stood behind me, leaned over and quietly looked at the ever-changing fixed-focus frame on the screen, until I changed the angle from front to back, left, and right, and finally took a satisfactory photo, and then said: "It's beautiful."

Mr.'s deep voice lingered very close to my ears: "It's beautiful."

I squeezed my phone tightly, and accidentally took another picture. I hurriedly put the phone back and distanced myself: "Let's go quickly, it's okay to be late."

"Has the filming been finished?" The husband is still looking at the river.

I nodded without looking at the photo: "It's done."

"Okay, it's in the commercial street ahead." The gentleman turned around and pointed at the tall black building.

...Why do I always feel like Mr. is regretting.I was two steps behind, secretly wondering.Does he want to watch the river for a while?

I looked at the water on the other side across the surging motorway.

Do you like it very much, sir?

I was distracted thinking about this question, until my husband grabbed my arm and went around the electric pole, then I smiled and rubbed my head. My husband reluctantly pulled me to stop by the door of an izakaya, and opened the curtain for me: "Go through Yes, here it is."

"Wow, it smells so good!" I blinked and put the question behind me, followed the waiter sitting in the small cubicle with the wooden sliding door, and the husband sat opposite me, took off the windbreaker and folded it beside him, Said: "Miss Takishima, order."

"Then I'll give the menu to my husband after I read it." I unfolded the menu and browsed through barbecue, sashimi, cold dishes, etc., and my mind began to automatically add the delicious-looking examples to the future recipes of my kitchen.

"By the way, I recommend the matcha tofu and buttered foie gras here. I think it will suit Ms. Takino's taste, and..." The gentleman rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing half of his muscular arms, Supporting the side face with one hand, he read the name of the dish with a relaxed expression.

Seeing that he had done his homework, I chose a dish and asked him to confirm it, and tried to push the menu over, but the gentleman just looked at me with a smile and shook his head: "I don't have any taboos, please feel free, Ms. Takishima."

The walls of the room echoed Mr.’s voice repeatedly, carrying the heat of early summer, which reminded me of many scenes for no reason, such as big birds carefully holding warm eggs on soft spring mud and branches, such as elders Use snow water and cherry blossoms to make gurgling tea soup for your children.

——Reminiscent of many, those scenes that I have never had, all the scenes that I can only live alone, those when I was young and alone, in the rotation of spring wind, summer rain, autumn leaves and winter snow, I kept holding all kinds of flower demons and tree demons. All kinds of monsters bowed down and prayed, asking them to bestow on me, the so-called family scenes.

The husband is still patiently explaining to me the dishes I have long been familiar with. I hold my face and concentrate on catching every word of the husband. I get strange pleasure from the names and words that I know well. When I asked "Is this okay", I wrote the name of the dish without thinking, and then continued to look at him and smile.

may.

It might be a little strange to compare myself like that.But at this time, I seemed to be holding the bird egg that was about to break out of its shell with both hands. From the palm of my hand, it was so warm that my nose was sore.

It may also be possible that I am actually living in a bird's egg, being held by my husband with a gentle voice. After I tried hard to break through the hard shell that made my head hurt, I suddenly saw the greenery and greenery leaking from the crack. sunlight.

Pecking through all the shells, rolling under the feathers of my parents, or in the open hands of the man who held me.

Then, I will open my eyes for the first time and see that person looking seriously into my eyes.

I opened my eyes that I didn't know when I closed them.

light.Colorful poster.Mr. Seven Seas.

The gentleman's voice had disappeared, and when he sat down, he was still much taller than me, so he lowered his arms, leaned forward slightly, and made his eyes parallel to mine: "Miss Takino?"

"How about these dishes for now?"

I looked back into his eyes, my eyes were a little straight, I nodded hurriedly, slapped the order paper, grabbed it, got up and walked out: "I'm going to order!"

I opened the door and then slammed it shut, leaned my back against the door, raised my head and blinked, and asked through the door, "By the way, do you want anything else to drink, sir?"

"Ha... If you can, please help me order a bottle of sake, and beer is also fine." The husband's doubtful voice floated out.

The sore eyes and nose finally felt a little better. In order to prevent my husband from worrying, I didn't bother to think about what to drink, so I scribbled sake on the paper and wrote x2 on the back.

The waiter took the menu with a sweet smile, I touched my face, opened the door again and sat opposite Mr.... Then I turned my face and stared at the leaflet on the wall.

First, sir, why is he still looking at me? I don’t want to look into his eyes now.

What about the food?waiter? ?Serve soon, woo woo woo.