Writer saves the world

On the record player next to the bar of the coffee shop, the stylus is spinning on the record, and the soft music flows in the air, blending into the mellow and slightly bitter aroma of coffee in the room.

The scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was bleak, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street with their heads buried in their journeys. The last leaf on the tree swayed on the branch for a long time, but it finally couldn't resist a sudden cold wind and fell to the ground.

"Winter is coming." Lan Tang looked out of the window and sighed as if feeling the same as the fallen leaves. His eyebrows were slightly frowned and his eyelashes were drooping, revealing a sad and fragile atmosphere.

Erye Tingming was facing a slight obstacle in choosing the menu, and replied after hearing the words: "It will be warm again in a few months."

Lan Tang turned his gaze back to him, "The summer here is also very cold." He seemed to be unable to stand the climate of Yokohama, and sighed before sneaking out from between his lips, so he had to take another sip of coffee and use the full amount of coffee A drink with thick milk froth added sugar and milk to wash away the rising melancholy.

Such pretentious and sad emotions made Lantang uncomfortable. He had a vague feeling that he should not be the one to act like a weak person. After a moment of trance, he instinctively covered up his emotions, and changed the subject: "If you If you don’t know which one to order, you can try this.” He leaned forward in the direction of Erye Tingming, and clicked on the picture of the shell-shaped dim sum on the menu with his fingertips.

Madeleine - the name of the dessert is marked next to the photo.

Erye Tingming: "Is this sweet... If it's too sweet, I might not be able to do it."

Lan Tang thought for a while: "I don't know - I haven't eaten it either, I just think it should be delicious, soak it in tea..." He made a gesture of dipping the snack in the cup After moving, I was stunned again, and shook my head with a smile, "But it may indeed be a little too sweet for your taste."

"That's it." Erye Tingming nodded to show that he knew, and then raised his hand to greet the waiter in the store, "I want a madeleine, and I want a pot of black tea."

Madeleine cakes in the shape of small seashells on the menu often appear on French family tables.Erye Tingming vaguely retains a fragmentary impression of this kind of dim sum in a certain work of a certain writer. The rich and thick burnt-yellow cake has delicate folds, and the taste of soaking in tea before eating is unforgettable.

There are only three small madeleines in the coffee shop. They are placed on white porcelain plates painted with gold rims, decorated with mint leaves and cream, and the appearance is quite exquisite.

Lan Tang pinched a piece and steeped it in the tea as he said, but the taste didn't seem to be very good, he frowned after taking a bite, and pushed the remaining two pieces to Erye Tingming's side Push, "Try it."

Erye Tingming obediently ate a piece, swallowed it in two or three gulps and drank tea, commenting: "It's too sweet."

It's not unpalatable, but it's really too sweet, and it will probably meet the taste of Gojo Satoru's sweet party.

"Sweet...?" Lan Tang blinked, took another bite of half of the piece on his hand and felt it carefully, "I think it's a bit bland."

It seems that Madeleine should be a little sweeter. It is delicious but not too much. Only children can eat one piece after another, and they are not greasy like picking shells on the beach.

Erye Tingming didn't bother with this matter, "Personal tastes are different, I'm really not good at sweet ones." As he said that, he ordered another madeleine to pack and gave it to Gojo Wujo to taste—by the way Remind the other party to return the books they borrowed. It takes so long to copy all four books so thinly. Don’t think Erye Tingming doesn’t know Gojo Satoru. They don’t study at all when they go to school. superior.

As for how Erye Tingming knew...

To a certain extent, Six Eyes is half of Erye Tingming's kind. Although he can't communicate directly, when Gojo Gorai is here with him, he occasionally receives Six Eyes' complaints about the host's failure to protect his eyes and play games all night.

Is there any high school student who still "I am the only one in the sky and the world" is so shameful that he can't open his eyes for the second time.

Erye Tingming only listened when he heard it, and never said a word. His current state of existence is different from others of his kind. It would only be a good thing to have less contact with him—not to mention that the Holy Grail is real. There is a chance to force a Command Spell on him, and get him involved in the Holy Grail War where the system is not compatible and both sides will crash together.

Erye Tingming's thoughts drifted away from some of the same kind for a few seconds, but he did not forget today's serious business, "Here, you can read the book that was agreed before, and this one. Although it is a poem, it is written Very..." He struggled with the description, and finally used the simplest one, "It's very beautifully written."

He handed over a copy of "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" that he had mentioned to Lan Tang before, and he also presented "Rimbaud's Poetry Collection" translated by Nakahara Chuya from the Imperial Library as a gift.

Lan Tang unconsciously stroked the katakana [兰波 (ランボオ)] on the cover, and opened and closed his lips and teeth to silently read the pronunciation of these pseudonyms, like a key inserted/into a lock, something is locked The things buried deep in the dead were gently pried, allowing him to glimpse a glimmer of light like a fleeting shadow.

"I'll read it carefully." He whispered, not noticing that his pronunciation was slurred, and suddenly looked like a foreigner who was just learning Japanese.

Erye Tingming smiled, not noticing Lan Tang's strangeness at all, he ordered another butter waffle, and at the same time paid the bill for the two of them naturally.

Lan Tang regained his composure, "Ah, I'll come—" "I'll come." Erye Tingming stopped Lan Tang, "After all, I invited you."

He blinked at Lan Tang and said with a smile, "I'll wait for you to come back next time."

If you borrow a book, you will naturally have to return it, and Lan Tang doesn't need to think of any extra reasons for the next meeting.Lan Tang put away the two books on the table, and happily said, "I know a store that has delicious rice cake and red bean soup, we can go there."

As he was speaking, he glanced at the Sanhua cat lying on the table in the corner from the corner of his eye, and said, "That family also has a cat. It's a few months old, and it's called Soybean Flour." In the photo taken there, the orange kitten is sleeping on his lap, showing its white fur belly. "It likes to jump on the guests' knees, and it feels very warm when it is soft."

The ears of the three-colored cat in the corner trembled, as if it sensed that they were talking about cats. Lan Tang's eyes were a little warmed by the comfortable appearance of the thick fur, and he couldn't help but think of the warm touch of the cat on his knee.

He couldn't help waving to the three-colored cat tentatively. The cat stared at him for a while, then opened its mouth and yawned.

Well, it's a cat after all.

Just thinking of the warm feeling of the cat, Lan Tang began to feel that his lap was empty and a little cold, which made him miss his little rented house—holding a hot water bottle, wrapping the quilt tightly, turning on the heater and turning on the air conditioner to the maximum ...It's still early today, and he might still be able to read a few lines of the poetry collection that Erye Tingming lent him.

Before the butter waffles were on the table, Lan Tang couldn't sit still and wanted to get up and leave. After Erye Tingming handed the book to him, he felt that there was nothing else important, so he didn't force him to stay. They got up together and said, "I'll send You go back, my store is near there, and you are welcome to come and play anytime when it opens."

Lan Tang's shriveled wallet must have to wait for the bus three intersections away to go back. In such a cold weather, it is better to take a taxi to take him back, so as not to frostbite the beet seedlings that are afraid of the cold.

As for the uneaten waffles, I had to pack them with Madeleine and hand them over to an active male high school conjurer.

The taste of this restaurant is good, Gojo Satoru probably won't mind having an extra afternoon tea.

Erye Tingming edited a text message and sent it to Wujo Wu, and within three seconds, he received a reply that he had arranged for someone to pick it up in Yokohama—speaking of which, Wujo Wu is indeed a rich young master with a big family and a great career.

Erye Tingming realized later, and added a label of "rich and willful" to Wujo Wu in addition to "not reading".

Generally speaking, those who can collect these two tags will usually unlock the [Prodigal Son] achievement.

Thinking that Gojo Wujo will become the head of the Gojo family in the future, the leader of the important family in the magic world, and then think about (Six Eyes) that children in the magic world are not good at studying, Erye Tingming can't help it Sigh.

Conjuration pills.

——“I feel like someone is scolding me.”

At the same moment, Gojo Satoru, who was far away in Tokyo, said this, with a serious tone that cannot be doubted.

Xia Youjie, who was harassed by him, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then limp on the table and pretended to be autistic.

"Hey, hey." Gojo Gojo poked him and repeated emphatically, "Someone is scolding me."

Xia Youjie pulled his coat over his head and complained in a muffled voice, "Wu, you are so annoying."

"But you've been pretending to be dead for several days." Wujo Wu persevered, pulling Xia Youjie's coat to pull him out, "Young people can't be so passive and refuse to work overtime after school, do you understand? You see, I have black eyes because of you. Boil it out!"

He put his face in front of Xia Youjie and forced him to see the dark circles under his eyes that did not exist on his face. Xia Youjie, who had not slept well for several days and had dark circles drooping to his chin, raised his hand and wanted to push him away, but he had nothing to say to him The interest of the two of them.

"I'm serious, Wu... let me be quiet." Xia Youjie turned his head and changed the direction, suppressing the impatience and annoyance in his tone.

"hmmmmm..."

As we all know, if you can listen to people well, then you are not Wutiaowu. Xia Youjie only got one second of quiet time, and the next second he was directly pulled up from his position.

"Okay! Let's go to Yokohama!" Gojo Satoru pulled Xia Youjie and jumped out of the window, without giving any chance for objections to arise.

"Wujo Wu!!!!" Xia Youjie's voice, which was rare to lose his composure, was blown by the wind and disappeared in an instant.

……

"Ah."

Also sitting in the classroom but as if he didn't exist, Jia Ruozi looked at the empty classroom and let out a sneer.

boys.

Tokyo is only half an hour away from Yokohama by car. With Gojo Satoru's recently perfected teleportation skills, Futaba Teimari hasn't sent Rantang home yet. Two male high school students are already standing in his bookstore There was a knock on the door.

"Is there really anyone here?" Xia Youjie looked in through the glass door. The sparse bookshelves in the dark and narrow storefront looked like they were closed.

"Of course there must be someone." Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone and began to send out messages. After a while, he put the mobile phone in his pocket, "I'm hungry, let's have afternoon tea first."

Xia Youjie hesitated to speak, moved his lips several times, and finally sighed: "I want to eat peony cake."

"Okay! Give Mr. Xia You a peony cake!"

……

"Do you want one too?"

After sending Lan Tang home, Erye Tingming stopped in front of the takoyaki stall on the street corner again, ordered a takoyaki from the stall owner, and asked suddenly.

He moved his gaze down to the grass a little further away from him.

The three-colored cat in the coffee shop ran there at some point, with piercing topaz-colored eyes, small fangs slightly exposed and curved lips, showing an elegant, cunning and slightly haughty expression.

It is no different from the common stray cats on the street.

Hearing Erye Tingming's words, he didn't react at all, just pretending to be innocent.

"Meow?"

What are you talking about, meow can't understand meow.

"I see." Erye Tingming nodded, and said to the stall owner, "Please have another order."