After breaking up with 5T5, I took the summer oil line

Although Momozawaka is knitting a scarf for the first time, with the guidance of friends, it is not too difficult to knit this scarf before December.

Since she was a beginner, she didn't think of any particularly fancy styles. Most of the scarves were pure white, with only the blue thread for the number 5 woven in the corner.

But just this simple discoloration took a lot of effort from Momozawa, and even the numbers were slightly distorted.Of course, if you don't look carefully, you probably can't see it.

Then, she solemnly extended an invitation to her boyfriend, asking him to come out to watch a night movie with her on the night of December [-]th, and it would be even better if he was free on December [-]th.

Out of understanding of her boyfriend's personality, she specially sent this message a whole week in advance.But it was not until the night of December [-]rd that Gojo Satoru's reply was long overdue.

"Number six, I have something to do on the seventh..."

At first it was such a short reply, as if one more word was too much trouble, and then, after about 10 minutes, I belatedly added a sentence of explanation.

"busy recently."

He said so...

Text messages can only bring text, but cannot bring the tone or expression of the other party, and cannot give people any information to judge whether the sentence is true or false.But Momozawa still believed him, just like every time before.

In fact, she has been used to it for a long time. Some people say that 21 days can form a habit. Momozawa doesn't know whether this is true or not, and she doesn't know whether such a time limit is scientific or not.But during this period of time, she really got used to her boyfriend's busyness.

I am getting used to it more and more, and I am less and less uncomfortable. Now I can even laugh at such a late reply.

Is this good or bad?Momozawa is not clear.

On December [-]th, the dessert shop in front of Yokohama Star Rail Mall.

The tiramisu in front of Momozawa has been eaten, and the milk tea she ordered has cooled down after drinking half a cup, and she began to feel tired. Maybe she ate too much at Mr. Oda's place before coming here, and she felt a little nauseous for a while When the belly is full, there is no hard stuffing.

It is already 08:30, an hour has passed since the time they agreed on, and the movie Momozawa wanted to watch has already started for half an hour, but fortunately she didn't buy a ticket, and there is still half an hour before the next one starts, If you haven't come yet, you can watch it in an hour and a half.

With the background of the last amusement park incident, or the warm air conditioner in the store is completely different from the previous cold wind.

In short, this time, Momozawa was surprised to find that she began to accept all this calmly.It even seems to be tolerated if he suddenly texts that he won't come.

Of course, she is still a little sad now, but when a person has hurt you badly in this regard once before, you will not trust him completely the second time.Since she doesn't trust her, she won't be caught off guard, and naturally she won't be heartbroken.

Thinking of this, Momozawa wanted to laugh a little. She thought of her friends' persuasive teachings to her, the amusement park and the Ferris wheel, what Mr. Dazai said to her, and the text message that was replied three days late.Finally, she looked at a scarf packed in a gift box beside her.

It was strange to say that she had sworn before that she could never tire of finding ways to mend the relationship between the two of them, but now she felt that it was okay.

Probably because she finally realized in this text message that lasted for a month and received only a few replies that it seemed useless to rely on her own heat.

Thinking of this, Momozawa still lowered her eyelids sadly, letting her curled eyelashes half cover her eyes with contact lenses.Then, I heard an uncertain voice behind me——

"Momozawa? Your name is Momozawa, right?"

Momozawa raised her eyes and met a pair of golden eyes.

Kise Ryota, who only met a few times but did help, was standing not far from her with a dessert in his hand. Seeing her reply, he walked over politely and took a seat after she agreed.

"You look better with makeup than usual."

The first sentence after sitting down was Kise, who is a model and looks great, praised a girl who was fully armed and ready for a date.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Momozawa, who was vaguely unhappy and sad because of her boyfriend's late arrival, immediately raised the corners of her mouth and laughed: "Really, thank you."

As she spoke, she glanced at the desserts the other party put on the table, and subconsciously asked, "Did you come here specially to buy desserts?"

"I brought it for my sister by the way." Kise Ryota replied casually.

Afterwards, he turned his attention to the girl across from him. He took a serious look at her clothes, noticed her specially curled hair and carefully selected lip gloss, and finally remembered the gift box he saw just now, tentatively. Asked eagerly: "Today is the birthday of the boyfriend you mentioned?"

After finishing speaking, he casually glanced at the porcelain plate and milk tea in front of her, and noticed that she must have been waiting here for a long time.

"Well, tomorrow is his birthday, but he has something to do, so I want to give it to him today, but because she is too busy, she will be late."

When Momozawa said this, thinking that Kise was also involved in the gift giving, she happily pushed the gift box to him, and said, "Thanks to Kise-kun's advice, I have a suitable gift for him, no If you mind, can you open it and have a look?"

Kise was stunned for a moment, looking at the white gift box tied up with a blue ribbon in front of him, he wanted to refuse for a moment, but when he met Momozawa Kaoru's shining expectant eyes, he was embarrassed to refuse.

He pulled off the ribbon, opened the box, saw the long scarf folded inside, oh, and subconsciously praised: "The scarf I woven by myself is indeed portable at any time and in line with the season. If it was given to me, I definitely don't have it." There is no way to refuse... and the material and weaving skills are very good! It's amazing!"

This is not a polite word, he really thinks that the knitting is good, and he is very careful, as a gift, there is nothing to criticize, but...

Kise Ryo, who was vaguely aware of something, glanced at the girl sitting in front of him too indistinctly. There seemed to be a deviation in the girls' twittering descriptions before, which made him mistakenly think that ordinary couples had been in a long-distance relationship for too long and they were unfamiliar with each other. , but it now appears that this is not the case.

How can someone be so late for an appointment?It only takes three and ten minutes from Tokyo to Yokohama. It’s been so long since I came late.

What was even more embarrassing was that the girl in front of her didn't seem to realize this at all, and she seriously thought that her boyfriend was really busy. Please, is there really such a busy club in high school?Do you want to participate in the Youth Games or the Olympics?

Kise Ryota, who was vaguely aware of the truth, sighed in his heart, feeling that it was a bit tricky. Although he was not familiar with the girl in front of him, he did make a suggestion anyway, so he was involved in this matter.Wouldn't it be unrighteous if he saw through it but didn't say anything?

So, after struggling for a moment, Kise decided to make indirect remarks: "But I heard that Momozawa-san's boyfriend seems to be from a good family?"

Momozawa was taken aback, she didn't seem to understand why Kise asked such a question suddenly, but she nodded obediently: "Well, yes."

"In this case, he might not cherish the scarf."

Huang Lai Ryota coughed lightly, tried to organize her words, and vaccinated her in the gentlest way possible: "Some people will get what they want since childhood. Therefore, even if you encounter something very precious and contains other people's thoughts , and it is easy to just like it for a while, and soon take it for granted that these precious things are ordinary items in one's own possessions, put them at will and throw them away... like this?"

"Oh?" Facing Kise's words, Momozawa obviously didn't react, and when she roughly understood the meaning of the other party's words, she raised her fingers and rubbed her cheeks in embarrassment, and subconsciously defended her boyfriend: "Well, Satoru does look like this kind of person, but if you have me in your heart, you should be more careful with the gifts I give him, right? But although the scarf is a gift, it is only an ornament such as clothing. I don't care, and neither do I, probably won't blame him too much."

When she said this, she didn't know whether she was convincing Kise or herself in the end.

Kise was not surprised to get such an answer, he also understood that when a person wants to lie to himself, it is useless to say anything.But such self-deception will certainly not last a lifetime.

Anyway, there is always a time to wake up.

He comforted himself like this, stretched out his hand to fasten the gift box in front of him again, pushed it back to the girl, and then said sweetly: "However, if you really like him, you can try to treat him a little colder."

"Calm down?"

"I feel that you are too tolerant of him. You don't have any thorns. The easiest way to get used to this kind of person and ignore it?"

Kise Ryota said so, shrugging his shoulders in a relaxed tone, "Anyway, I think so."

tolerate……

It was not the first time Momozawa heard this word.

She is always so pampering to people she is familiar with, and can endure many insignificant little offenses and perfunctory.

Because she felt that there was no need to break precious feelings because of some trivial things.So it doesn't matter if you don't reply to the text message, it doesn't matter if you are late, or you lie - although it is a bit serious for her, it is also within the acceptable range.

But it seems that in the eyes of others, this is no longer a trivial matter that can be tolerated.

She might just think about what only one person said, but when everyone around her said that, Momozawa would naturally choose to believe it.

"Is that so? Maybe you can give it a try..." She accepted Kise's words almost without rejection. Confusion and thought briefly appeared on her face, but she was overshadowed by a bright smile in an instant, "Thank you Kise-kun, really I don't know how to thank you!"

Huang Lai waved his hand: "There's no need to thank me, it's really a piece of cake for me."

Hearing this, Tao Zexiang had the most sincere smile since the meeting, maybe she accepted him and recognized him as a friend, and she praised him more and more: "At first I thought you were as popular as Kise Your model will be very cold, but I didn't expect that I would be so enthusiastic. I thought it was a bit too exaggerated when Aoi Fei wanted to join Kise's support club. But now I can't help but support you. After all, you are really He's handsome and good-natured, and I—"

"Knock knock! Knock knock!"

Very hastily, the sound of knocking on the glass suddenly rang in Taozawaxiang's ears, interrupting the praise she hadn't finished speaking domineeringly and unforgivingly.

And when she looked away from Kise in front of her in surprise and looked out of the window, she unexpectedly saw a face almost stuck to the glass.

Through the glass, his fair face was swollen with inexplicable anger at this time, and his blue eyes containing the starry sky were slightly exposed from behind the sunglasses at this time, and he had narrowed slightly at some point, bringing out a bit of danger.

The hand of the white-haired boy holding the dessert bag was clenched so tightly that it turned white when he didn't even realize it, and the other hand moved away from the glass that he had just photographed, pointing at the blond boy who was an eyesore in front of his girlfriend.

Then, through the glass, he spoke coldly, almost silently, but asked word by word at a speed that Momozawa could understand: "He, is, who?"