Write well, don't fight

The sky is clear, the wind is gentle.

The dark-haired teenage girl is wearing a light beige coat with a red scarf fluttering in the wind around her neck.She pushed open the glass door, and the wind chimes hanging above rang, and the chimes were melodious.

"Please give me a strawberry mousse cake."

With the soft tone and the girl's habitual tilting of her head, the woman standing behind the counter smiled and reached out to rub the girl's hair: "Weixia hasn't come for a week."

"Because I have a bit of a cold recently, so..." The girl explained seriously, with incomparable sincerity reflected in her orange eyes.

"Girls must pay attention to their health and drink plenty of hot water." The store manager seriously instructed, and the girl nodded obediently, with a taught expression on her face, "I will."

She reached out to take the packaged cake, turned around, and bumped into a strong body unexpectedly.

"Wow, it hurts..." The girl rubbed her shoulders, the corners of her mouth curled down slightly, with an expression on her face that she was about to cry.

Nakahara Nakaya, who was instructed by the leader to buy a cake for Miss Alice, thought about the young girl control leader who claimed to be playing a dress-up game with Alice in the office and had no time to go out, so he had to trouble his most trusted young girl control leader, Nakaya, who went to visit, silently. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Should I consider resigning... such a leader... the organization will end sooner or later...

Maybe it was just this second of distraction, a soft body exuding the smell of milk shower gel bumped into it, realizing that it was a girl's conditioned reflex and immediately put down her fist.

"Are you... are you okay..." Zhong Yuanzhong also knew how strong his body was. He looked at the girl with lowered eyes, thinking that the other party was about to cry, and was a little flustered in fright.

He's a good mafia who can even help old ladies cross the street, unlike some mackerel who goes around cheating on women. Bandage waste device.

"...cake..." A small voice escaped from the girl's lips.

Wei Xia didn't want to cry, but was worried that the strawberry cake that he had agreed with Naomi-chan to take back to eat together was gone, and this was the last piece.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his hat, and said to the store manager: "Pack those two cakes."

After he took the cake boxes, he handed one of them to the girl who was still staring at the strawberry cake on the ground in a daze.

The girl raised her head in surprise and waved her hands again and again: "No, sir, this is actually my fault. I shouldn't have turned around suddenly without noticing someone behind me."

"Take it, I will pay you." Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but stuff the cake into the girl's hand.

The girl took it in a daze, and seeing the orange-haired youth turn around to leave, she hurried up and grabbed the coat he was wearing.

"Well, sir, thank you very much, but next time I will treat you back." The girl bent her eyes, and the orange eyes reflected the golden sunlight outside the glass, warm.

"I don't want to owe favors, so can you tell me your name?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya looked at the girl's serious expression and her posture of following him without saying anything, and sighed silently: "Zhongyuan Zhongye."

The girl let go of her hand with a look of surprise, and Nakahara thought that the other party was satisfied after getting the name, so he continued to turn around and wanted to leave.

In the next second, he was held by a pair of white and soft hands. The girl shook his hand excitedly as if seeing her beloved idol, and her orange eyes were shining brightly.

"Mr. Chuya Nakahara! I actually met Mr. Chuya Nakahara?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt puzzled at first, and then secretly guarded: Does she know my identity?No way, just such an ordinary girl...

The girl closed her eyes, her eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly, and she chanted with emotion.

"Dirty sorrow,

Today is the first snowfall;

dirty sorrow,

Today the cold wind visits;

dirty sorrow,

It is the imitation of a fox fur coat;

dirty sorrow,

Melancholy in the snowstorm..."

The power of words shocked this orange-haired young man who has been busy in the world since he was born. Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that his heart was trembling for it, and there was a strong sense of sadness in the freshness. , which makes people intoxicated.

Such delicate and sensitive words... The meaning of this kind of beauty is like suddenly catching a glimpse of a piece of light snow falling in a steel forest made of reinforced concrete. …I’m going to write them down, it’s a sanctuary for my soul!

The orange-haired young man suddenly turned around and pushed open the glass door and ran away. At this moment, he had already forgotten the leader's order and the cake in his hand, and now his whole body and mind were addicted to one thought.

Paper, ink, pen and inkstone, I want to write a book! ! !

After Wei Xia woke up from the absent-minded state, he blinked and remembered what he had just done, covering his pink cheeks:

"Hmm... It seems that Mr. Zhongyuan was scared away just now..."

"But... it seems that sir... hasn't paid yet?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Ogai Mori: Why hasn’t Chuya-kun come back yet... Alice-chan, let’s continue to change another skirt! [idiot face]

Nakahara Chuya: I am addicted to writing poetry and can't extricate myself [What is a skirt, what is a loli/control leader, no one dares to stop his literary path! 】