Nana Ming is also under special attack today

I don't think Nanami-san's face is suitable for laughing or anything like that.

Inappropriate is on the one hand, on the other hand, because his clear and shallow smile is good-looking enough.

I was in a daze while drawing on the drawing board.

It may be because Mr. Nanami is a restrained person and he is not used to responding to other people's compliments. After I said something like that yesterday, he didn't answer me directly.

Not only was there no answer, but it gave me my first taste of how Chiya felt for me.

Mr. Qihai touched the top of my hair very patiently as if comforting a child, showing a smile that I don’t know how to describe. When I saw his smile, I only felt sour and soft, and completely forgot what I wanted to say.

His warm palm made me want to close my eyes and sleep comfortably - I never knew that I liked being touched on my head so much before that, and I touched my head three times.

By the way, why did I write down the number of times.

…Forget it, anyway, I subtly feel that I have been perfunctory, or feel a little frustrated because my hearty and straightforward answer has not been responded to.

Maybe Mr. Nanami doesn't like being asked directly or inquiring into privacy so directly, I really should pay more attention to social distance.

After that, Mr. Qihai chatted with me and asked me about my study, and I took the opportunity to talk about the daily life of posting black dots with the friends who draw monthly comics. Although I can see that Mr. Nanami is trying to listen carefully, but he Always avoiding my sight, and leaving without saying a long time-maybe he doesn't like to hear these things.

I'm even more depressed.

Although I received "rest early" from Mr. Nanami's line that night, I didn't get much comfort.

I took my mobile phone again to open the chat box with Mr. Qihai, swiped down, the rotating arrow rotated for a long time, and as expected, no new messages came out.

There are still those few lines on the screen.

"You have added Mr. Nanami"

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[Full Moon]: Mr. Nanami, pay attention to safety on the road.

[Mr. Nanami]: I'm home, please rest assured, go to bed early

[Full Moon]: Mr. Nanami too, rest early!

[Full Moon]: Good night~

[Mr. Nanami]: Well, good night.

I also don't know why I've been staring at the chat history of three or two sentences and read it so many times, and now I can't control my hand, staring blankly at the screen to refresh it again, and then tapped it with my fingertips.

Mr. Nanami still hasn't sent any more messages.

and.

Good night is good night, Mr. Qihai must add the word "um", which makes me feel like I am facing a business partner, Mr. Qihai really is.

Also, it's completely impossible to tell...whether she's happy or not.

I racked my brains to think about this problem, and finished the last stroke on the painting on the way. The man with a straight nose bridge and high browbones held a hot teacup in one hand, looking out of the picture, with eyes and a smile on his lips. is gentle.

"I even drew Mr. Nanami unconsciously."

I poked with the tip of the pen in distress, and the drawing board fell on the table of the dessert shop.

——Of course, I remembered to avoid the portrait and dot it in the blank space. After all, Mr. Qihai in the painting is also very good-looking. If the painting is dirty, it always feels like offending him.

However, the inexplicable appearance of Mr. Qihai lying on the table looking at the ceiling alone made me feel distressed. After eating the egg tart, I straightened the drawing board again and looked at the portrait Mr. Qihai seriously for a long while.

"No, this is a good finished product, you should keep it carefully."

I pulled a rope on the side wall of the stairwell on the second floor, which was specially used to hang fresh paintings. I used clips to clamp Mr. Nanami’s portrait in the middle, and the portrait blended inexplicably with the surrounding landscape paintings.

On the left is a field of sunflowers, and on the right is the shore with dark blue waves.

"Will Mr. Nanami want to go?" I was attracted by the flower fields and Mr. Nanami by the sea, and I thought to myself while looking at the painting, "Travel to these places."

Mr. Nanami in the painting still has a gentle smile.

"You look at me with a smile like that, and I don't know what you're going to answer." I pretended to be annoyed and put my hands on my hips, then felt like an idiot, put it down immediately, and imagined in my heart, "When the relationship is good in the future, maybe We can travel together."

I pictured myself standing on the beach with Nanami-san in a woven straw hat and white skirt.

Mr. Nanami may be wearing a loose T-shirt. When he noticed that the sudden waves rolled up the sand and muddy the corners of my skirt, he clasped my wrist and pulled me back—just like yesterday, with his big hands Wrapped tightly around my wrist bones, the calluses of the tiger's mouth roughly rubbed against my skin.

It won't hit him, I couldn't help but glanced at my wrist, thinking wildly.

But seeing Mr. Nanami's flustered appearance today, maybe he won't come to pull my arm again, maybe he will say "I'm sorry", leaning over to help me hold up the corner of my skirt, the feeling of leaning over is just like yesterday when he leaned over As close as I am.

In this way, if the skirt is too short, it is not good. After all, it is too hot to wear safety pants in summer, and if the short skirt is stained by sea water, sticking to the thigh wetly, there is even a risk of being blown up by the wind. If this If Nanami-san sees this kind of appearance, I will definitely be so shy that I want to disappear in place.

But if the skirt is too long, in case the skirt sticks to my legs, Mr. Nanami will help me roll up the skirt without noticing, and then accidentally hold my ankle with his beautiful fingers with clear and strong knuckles, or Or, even if you just rub it with your fingertips, knuckles or palms...

I inexplicably felt my ankles start to itch. The temperature from Mr. Nanami’s palm that I felt yesterday began to transfer to my ankles along my legs. Itchy enough to scream.

No, no, it's too embarrassing, so be sure to choose a skirt that's the right length.

Thinking about it this way, I don't have this kind of skirt yet, so I'll buy one if I have a chance.

Be sure to buy the same one as you imagined, white and fairy-like. Wearing it, I smiled at Mr. Qihai with my back facing the background of the blue sky and the dark blue sea. Seagulls were moored on the ship and sailed behind me Well, bring a gust of wind, and then Nanami-san... Will Nanami-san raise his hand to shield me from the wind.

The sound of the sea breeze and the waves came to my mind, and then the sound of the waves appeared in my ears and chest. They gradually amplified and swept my whole body. My whole body was like a smooth pipeline, with the chest and ears alternating Listen to the sound of waves and seagulls, and then the sound of a beating heart.

It seems that I have experienced the bright sunshine of Kanagawa shining from directly above. My forehead and cheeks are steaming, and my heart is also a little hot.

"Is heart disease contagious?" I sat on the stairs and thought strangely, "Maybe it's because Mr. Qihai stayed up late yesterday that he looked terrible, which made me empathize."

I took a breath, looked at the sunflower field above my head, and began to imagine two people admiring the flowers together. Mr. Nanami's smile was as gentle as in the painting, and there was still a petal on his shoulder.

He found a beautiful scenery that made me want to paint, helped me move the chair over, stroked the easel, waved to me, and said in his quiet, magnetic voice, "Takishima, come to me." Come."

I could hear his voice again in my ears, as if Mr. Nanami was pressing his lips close to my ears and whispering to me: "Takishima, come to me."

The imaginary Mr. Nanami called me Takishima without any suffix.

My ears wanted to tremble, and after covering my ears with both hands, the sound of the bread machine and the sound of the vehicles outside the window were all suppressed, and Mr. Nanami's low and lazy voice stood out completely. He called my name, and his voice was It echoed repeatedly in the palms and ears.

I feel that the contagious heart disease that I have finally calmed down has happened again.

While thinking about whether to prescribe some medicine, I decided: "The two seem to be a little bit shy no matter what. After all, we don't know each other that well, but we can ask Akaya and Chuya to go with us. Maybe Nozaki and Chiyo will do the same. It must be a pleasure to travel with friends.”

The stairwell echoed my voice empty.

Then, when should we go?

"Maybe it will take a long time before I get to know Mr. Qihai better." I continued to assume, "It will probably take several months."

"No, it's a bit too long." I pitifully snapped back the counting fingers one by one, and acted like a baby to myself, "Can we go on a trip together in a week?"

No one responded to me, and I felt more and more like an idiot, so I immediately patted the dust off my buttocks and stood up straight: "No, no, I have to go out to explore new ingredients today, so I can't just sit here and waste time."

The moment I put my backpack on and was about to go out, another thought came to my mind.

Mr. Nanami, do you have time to go shopping tonight?

Taking a step back...he wonders if he has time to try my new product.

I stared at the flower bed at the door in a daze for a few seconds, then locked the glass door of the dessert shop with my backhand, and prepared to leave for the long-delayed itinerary of purchasing ingredients.

"Forget it, what on earth am I thinking about today, really, taking up Mr. Qihai's precious time will be struck by lightning."

……

Going to the store is a very enjoyable thing. In a large mall with several layers of food shelves, I can swim around for a day to observe every ingredient, the freshness of the ingredients, and the ratio of various ingredients.

Today I also plan to go to the central city where I haven’t visited for a long time to check if there are any novel sauces or pastries. By the way, I will bring two packs of biscuit crumbs back to try new cake styles.

When my mind was already thinking about whether I want to try the milk tea flavored cake, I reached out to grab the cookie and bumped into another person.

I retracted subconsciously: "Sorry."

"Then this is Lord Ranpo's~" A cheerful voice came from the other end.

A pair of bright green eyes popped out of the space vacated by the cookie bag. The young man put his finger on his chin, looked at my eyes, and then smiled broadly: "Are you a pastry chef!"