Yinhua and Dream

Crying is really childish... so childish...

The water is not pouring, let's sweep the floor first.When I took the broom and was about to clean, I heard fierce knocking on the door and shouting, "Hey! Sawano! Are you home? Hello!——"

Ding dong ding dong's doorbell once again disturbed his already calm heart. Zeye looked at the things on the ground again. The man's shout rang outside the door for half a minute, and then the mobile phone on the table rang. The familiar ringtone of the call rang, but Sawano didn't answer it. Many times, Sawano would do things willfully according to his own temperament.

"Zano, I know you are at home! Hey! Open the door, really, didn't I tell you to go to study? As for Xiaojiazi's anger? Okay, okay, next time this happens, I will be the first Let the time tell you. The teacher’s house will be half an hour away from here, but I hurried back! By the way, the teacher is indeed the teacher. I learned a lot this time, and I want to go home and tell you Some drawing skills... Hey, come on, my throat is hoarse, don't make trouble anymore,... I'm almost being surrounded by people..." Such chirping and cursing complaints attracted many onlookers.

Futian looked at the heads of the families on the same floor sticking out of the door, and patted their heads to show his innocence.

"Bada——" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fukuda immediately looked up, only to see Sawano Sharo staring at the red eyes.

...I really cried, and it seems that I cried very fiercely.Fukuda coughed, looked at the whispered discussions around him from the corner of his eye, coughed, stood upright, put his fist on his lips with one hand, and said, "Zano, I think we need to have a good talk."

But Sawano didn't open the door, just stood at the door, she looked at the silver-haired man who had taken off his turban, with a thin layer of sweat on his nose in the winter, and just faced him in silence.

"Okay, where is the cake..." When it came to the cake, Sawano froze, and Futian stepped into the door with his hands on Sawano's shoulders, "Patta—" Futian had already entered the room after a series of movements , Sawano leaned against the door, looking at the face in front of him.

A sweet scent wafted from the tip of his nose, Fukuda sniffed it, let go of the hand on the woman's shoulder, =口= "No way, Sawano, you are so cruel!" As soon as he turned around, he saw a messy floor.

Sawano lowered his head, and slowly clenched his hands on his sides, "... Get out!" With an angry growl, Fukuda stopped in his tracks.

"Zano, I've already apologized, and I've been rushing over from the teacher all the time, what do you want?!" Fukuda turned around, his already frowning brows became even more tangled, although there was a lot in his tone Annoyed.

Sawano didn't speak any more, just leaned against the door, the bangs on her forehead and the drooping hair made Futian completely unable to see her expression at the moment, but felt that the woman standing like this... was fragile and vulnerable.

He turned his head to look at the cakes and other things scattered on the ground again, took a few steps and squatted down, picked up the whole egg tart, aww, ate it in one bite, chewed and swallowed, "That's right, although it's the same as Manager Ito (fortunately) Clover's store manager) is still far behind, but... Sawano, I really feel your heart."

Fukuda, who didn’t get a response, felt embarrassed, but soon the embarrassment was caused by—grumble—the two cheerful stomach growls stopped, er, he rushed to the editorial department without eating dinner, and rushed to To the teacher's house,...is this from Sawano? "It's okay, some of them are still edible. But there are still a lot of cakes and cookies to be wasted," Fukuda took the whole dessert on the ground with two hands, "I'm sorry." After speaking, he quickly ate.

Sawano clutched his stomach, heard the sound of eating, raised his head and saw the silver-haired man with crumbs around his mouth, the bulging cheeks made Futian's original domineering feeling down to zero, and it seemed to be rounded.

"I didn't think you were very talented~ By the way, didn't you think about becoming a pastry chef, Sawano? Maybe in the future I can use the reason of 'Sawano Dessert Master used to be my assistant' to improve me. Maybe the popularity of the manga... Hey! Sawano, why are you crying again... Hey..."

Futian Husseid finished the cake in his hand, and quickly stepped in front of Sawano. When he raised his hand, he saw the cake crumbs in his hand and put it down again.

"Ah—" The originally silent crying began to sob, then turned into whimpering...and finally turned into a loud cry.

"Hey, what happened to Sawano! Just say what you have to say. You have said two words since I walked in the door. You said I can't read minds, how could I know what you are thinking!" Fukuda looked helplessly. Crying and crying, just like the faucet that I couldn't fix before, and the water was flowing wildly.

Sure enough, it's because I trust this person, and it's really because I feel that it's okay to be self-willed when I'm with this person... No matter how noisy I am, no matter how angry this man is, I will still do it, and I will still comfort myself...

That's why, that's why I can have no worries... cry out.

Chaba, reconciliation and hereafter

Chaba, reconciliation and the future

Crying and laughing, this is life.

"Sawano..." Fukuda felt that there was a huge difference between the crying woman in front of her eyes and the image Sawano Sharo had set up all the time. The former seemed so strong and self-conscious that it made people feel uncomfortable, but now, loudly Sawano Sharo is also the one who makes people feel helpless and helpless when crying.

Fukuda just stood there, didn't say a word, just waited for Sawano to cry and hiccup, "How about a glass of water to catch your breath?" After he finished speaking, he was stared at fiercely, but now the red and swollen walnut eyes are really no deterrent force.

Sawano moved a step, walked to the sofa, and then sat down without looking at Futian. What are you doing, picking up cakes on the floor and eating them... I feel so stupid when I think about it.

After thinking about it, Fukuda sat next to Sawano long ago. There was a TV with a black screen in front of him. Because the air conditioner was turned on in the room, he who had not taken off his coat after entering the room felt a little hot. After taking off the cotton coat He heard a nasal voice calling his name.

"Ok?"

Sawano Sharo clasped his hands on his lap, lowered his head, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Fukuda was taken aback, and suddenly put his hand on Sawano's shoulder regardless of the cake crumbs on his hand, his expression could be as serious as he wanted, "I was careless this time, and Sawano lost your mind in the end, I am actually the heinous sinner!"

"Sawano, I'm really sorry. Also, your cooking is really delicious."

Sawano just listened in a daze at first, but he couldn't help but still laughed at the end, and then thought that the ups and downs of crying and laughing are really amazing... and it's just because of Fukuda Shinta's words . "Futian, I also took the cake, do you want to eat it?"

"what?……"

Are you self-indulgent? "Your expression...you don't want to eat." Sawano snorted as if feeling insulted.

"No, no, give it to me. That point just now is not enough to fit between the teeth." Just now he was just surprised, and now Sawano is really sensitive enough.

Sawano walked into the kitchen, and Futian only noticed the large room that occupied a quarter of the room at this time. He didn't pay attention to it when he came last time. It is rare for someone to expand the kitchen area so much.

Standing at the door and looking inside, for a moment, Futian felt that he had seen such an environment before, but if he thought about it carefully, he only felt familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen it.

Sawano came out with the plate in her hand. She glanced at Futian and said, "It's getting cold."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, as long as it can fill my stomach, I don't care." Fukuda's carefree expression made Sawano couldn't help complaining that this person didn't enjoy his cells.

……

Futian inserted a piece, and the sweet and soft taste filled his mouth and nose, "Sure enough, Sawano, you are very talented. Haven't you considered being a pastry chef?"

"Yes, there was when I was a child."

"Why only as a child?"

"...I don't know. After doing these things, I was often in a bad mood, or in a good mood...Fukuda, I can't tell you about the crying I just now!" back.She took a bite and chewed slowly, but felt that such a sweet taste could not reach her heart at all.

The atmosphere froze because of this sentence, and Sawano also noticed the silence of the space, and then heard a slightly magnetic voice asking seriously: "Zano, why are you crying?"

...Why, she looked sideways at the silver-haired man who also turned back to look at him, the silver hair was dazzling under the light, making people feel dazzling, Sawano narrowed his sour eyes, "I just want to cry. Many times There is no reason, if you have to press the last one, it should be...I spent a lot of time doing things for nothing, Fukuda, you didn't tell me anything, just a normal sentence, which made me feel insulted. " ...Also, I suddenly feel that my heart has been trampled on... This is the most important reason.

——It’s not that serious! =口=——Fukuda complained like this, but after seeing Sawano's expression... he couldn't say anything, he took a bite of the cake habitually, and stuffed it all into his mouth, feeling unsatisfactory. At this moment, the woman stared straight at him, Fukuda can't say anything, it seems that he is really the heinous person as he said,... Hey, forget it, gentlemen, gentlemen, don't worry so much about this kind of thing, think so, stretch out your hand,