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After I finished speaking, the husband poured me a little wine in silence, and then finished the remaining bottle by himself under my dissatisfied gaze.

I half pillowed my arms, chatted with my husband nonchalantly, poked my clean wine glass with my fingers, and looked at him through the empty glass: "Doesn't your stomach feel bad, sir?"

"Fortunately, who is to blame for this situation." Mr. Qihai sighed, put his coat on his arm and walked in front of me, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and leaned over to get closer.

I opened my eyes wide and saw Mr. Qihai's enlarged face was very close to me. There seemed to be swirls in his eyes, swirling and swallowing. His shoulder: "Sir, what's the matter, it's so close."

The space shared by two people is so small that I feel a bit suffocated.

Mr. Qihai let out a "huh" and dragged the end slowly. The resonance of the voice made my eyebrows itchy and numb. When I was holding my breath so hard to breathe, Mr. took the lead to stagger the eyes that had been staring at each other for a long time, and dialed I flicked my hairpin with a bow tie, "Hair, messed up."

I saw that his neck and collarbone under the open collar were pink, and I laughed at him: "Mr. is so drunk, there are red everywhere."

"It's just getting hot. After all, Ms. Takishima, who pours a glass of water, has no right to speak of me."

Mr. Qihai gently touched my meatball head, and I quickly covered it with both hands, wrapped the hand that Mr. had not had time to withdraw, pinched his fingers, and said like a policeman, "Don't move! It will fall apart!"

Mr. turned over his palm, pushed my hand away, and gently squeezed my fingers: "Okay, don't move."

He straightened up and asked, "Shall we leave?"

I nodded, touched the pinched place, and followed Mr. out blankly.

What I want to emphasize is that, in fact, as soon as I walked out of the store and blown the cool breeze, my mind immediately cleared up, and all the drunkenness was gone.

I know everything, I can see everything, I can see the lights of thousands of houses and the pedestrians passing by, but because Mr. Nanami, who is walking beside me and supporting me with a rustling windbreaker, is the most beautiful, so I finally decided to look at him and keep smiling.

Mr. first looked at the road seriously, then looked at our two arms folded together, and then looked at me. I stopped in place, dragging Mr. to fall backwards. When he turned around, he poked his head to look: "Mr. Good also becomes red."

"Wait,"

"Sir, don't you..." I tiptoed, almost put my chin on Mr.'s shoulder, and found that Mr.'s ears became redder, and quickly concluded, "Sir, you are shy!"

"Is it because I've been looking at you? Hey, Mr. is so cute. I'm different. I only get red ears because of drinking and getting hot."

I forcibly grabbed Mr. Qihai who turned his face and didn't look at him life and death. Because I was very happy with my guess, I laughed twice, but was shaken away by my husband, and I spun around on the spot with one foot, holding my head Crouching down and looking at the sky in a daze: "Where is this coming from?"

The wind from the river against the surface of the water poured into my neckline, bringing a lot of coolness to my hot head. I also loosened the bow-knotted lanyard on the front of the orange sweater, and opened my hands happily: " The wind is coming—”

A finger poked my forehead, and my legs were already weak, so I sat back with my hands propped behind my back, and I couldn't even use the strength to change the position, so I had to put my legs together to prevent losing my body.

The finger that pokes me is so hard again that I am forced to look up at the person who poked me.

"Miss Takishima, although you are an idiot, you still need some adult common sense."

"Sir," I didn't understand what he said, my eyes kept staring up at his fingertips, I flattened my mouth, feeling sad, "Sir, how could you push me, it hurts me so much."

"Hold me up, and cry if you don't." I still opened my arms and looked at Mr. Nanami with bared teeth.

When the passing cyclist looked at us curiously in a posture about to break his cervical spine, I found that Mr. Qihai moved a few steps over stiffly, and he became more confident to express his thoughts: "I will really cry."

"you,"

"I started counting, three, wow—" I blinked and blinked a few tears.

"At this time, we should count down to three at least!" Mr. Nanami seemed to be angry, raised his voice very high, and called my full name seriously, "Takishima Tsuki, you can roll on the ground after you get home."

I felt extremely uncomfortable: "Mr. Qihai bullied me and even spoke to me so loudly."

I patted my chest, and tears welled up: "Ah Yue, I'm so sad here, I'm so sad that I'm about to cry."

"You're taking pictures of your stomach, and you're actually crying—huh, calm down—Miss Takishima, anyway, let's not stop in the middle of the road." Mr. Nanami knelt down on one knee and stretched out his hand to me , "Stand up first, the ground is very cold."

"I do not want."

"Why are you willing to get up from the ground first?"

I recalled the common father-daughter teams on the street: "I want to carry on my back."

"...It's inconvenient for Miss to wear a skirt."

"Then you might as well hug me!" My eyes became brighter, I wiped away my tears in twos and twos, looked at him expectantly with fists in my hands, and smiled with my eyes bent: "I'm super light!"

"It's really super light!" I gestured with both hands, "It's like a cloud, it's so light that it will run away as soon as the wind blows."

"If Ms. Takishima is blown away by the wind, then I will have a little headache." Mr. Nanami rubbed the space between his brows, and compromised, "Are you unable to stand up?"

"……I do not have."

"really."

"I do not have!"

"Okay, you didn't." Mr. Qihai said, kneeling on one knee and bending down, passing my bent knee with one hand, and wrapping around my back with the other, his eyes were like a spring breeze blowing across my face face and shoulders, then easily stood up with my arms around me, turned my head to the front, leaving only my pretty side face: "I really can't do anything about you."

My body suddenly soared into the air, and I waved my hands twice to grab the windbreaker skirt of my husband, and leaned my head on him through my hands, looking at the cross-river bridge and the starless night sky: "Then I won't fly away, That way you won't have a headache."

"Mr. must be healthy all the time." I raised my head and smiled, "Mr. is such a good person after all."

The two arms holding me tightened inward. Although the weather wasn't cold, I obediently followed the strength of my arms and leaned into Mr.'s arms again.

There are no vehicles on the bridge, only my husband and I are walking on the opposite side of the road when we came.

I shook my legs twice, and pointed at the river with great ambition: "Mr. Qihai likes this place very much, I will remember it."

"Huh?" Mr. looked in the direction of my finger, the corners of his mouth raised, "It's really not annoying."

"In the future, I will draw everything here for my husband, and after I finish the painting, I will give it all to my husband."

The river at night is dark blue, it is best to paint with watercolors, there may be fish and shrimp bouncing on the silent fishing boat, a few embellishments will make the picture more beautiful, and there is also a bridge with semi-circular pillars on the river, Slowly pass by two people.

It's me and Nanami-san.

"Ms. Takishima likes to draw very much." Mr. Nanami sighed.

I nodded, but felt that something was wrong, so I shook my head in confusion, which made my husband laugh: "What kind of answer is that?"

"I like to draw, but it doesn't seem to be the only reason why I want to draw here." I covered my eyes with my hands, separated my fingers, and glanced at Mr. who was walking steadily under the white light, "It's because Mr. Qihai likes this place .”

"The place that Mr. likes, the place that can make him happy, I like it so much."

I put my fingers together, and then blocked my face with my hands: "Drawing pictures for my favorite friends is my favorite thing."