[Bungo Stray Dogs] Animal Three Musketeers

Natsume's house is not far from here.

Hatta Mizusui had almost forgotten the way to go home, and hadn't come back for more than ten years, the word strange suddenly came to mind.

Time wears away everything, and deep feelings can be said to be eternal, but when all the old houses are placed in front of her eyes, she dare not say that she is familiar with them.

They turned from the side of the house to the door. The newly painted walls in the courtyard were pure white and flawless. Hatta Mizumi stood on tiptoe and looked inside. Many flowers and plants that she could not name were neatly placed in the courtyard, soft and soft. The green and smooth grass covers the reddish-brown soil to bring people a relaxing green.

The courtyard was blocked by a small white door, Natsume Soseki easily pushed it open, and led Hatta Mizumi to a poplar-colored door.

Do you have cat eyes?

Watching Natsume Soseki take out the key and insert it into the door lock, turn it half a turn, and after a click, Hatta Mizumi couldn't help clasping his palms to soothe his nervous heart.

It's about to get in touch.

All the scenes and memories flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, and Natsume Soseki's movements seemed to have added the slow motion unique to movies. For a while, she suddenly couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.

The crackling sound of fire is still vivid in my mind, Hatta Mizumi flinched inexplicably, but he couldn't move a little or even a step under his feet. His exposed fingertips and arms were shivering in the winter cold after the rain. Or unconsciously looking for a sense of security, her hand suddenly pinched the corner of the clothes through the barrier.

Natsume Soseki, who noticed the weight of his clothes, was stunned, and the action of pushing the door to let people in paused for a while, and the other free hand was gently raised under Hatta Mizumi's surprised eyes, as if to comfort a fragile object Knead the same.

The cool hair ran through the gap between the fingers, and Natsume Soseki glanced at the thin clothes in the white sailor uniform that was simply washed, and secretly pursed his lips without saying a word.

Hatta Mizusui was lying on the sofa on her back with her pillow in her arms. The warm orange light danced gently with the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was not dazzling, but it made her feel a little dazed.

Compared to the cold wind blowing outside, this place is so comfortable.

Natsume Soseki leaned against the wall and pressed the remote control of an unknown machine. The instruction manual was simple and easy to understand, and he quickly mastered the correct method of operation.

Hatta Mizushui's icy body gradually warmed up, she turned her head and asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

"Adjust the heating." Natsume Soseki said succinctly, put the remote control back into the cabinet, felt the gradually warming air, and lowered his head with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Okay?" Hatta Mizusui didn't want to move at all after realizing that he was placed in a greenhouse-like environment, and his tone was erratic, "I didn't feel cold after a busy night in the rain yesterday, but I felt fragile after the dust settled."

Fragile.

It's really getting back to life.

Hatta Mizusui's heart was filled with bitterness, but he didn't have the strength to pursue strange things.

Even if you live back, you can still go back up again.

She became optimistic for no reason.

The other end of the sofa was under heavy pressure, Hatta Mizumi didn't even look at it, and just stuffed the pigeon pillow on the right hand into Natsume Soseki's arms, and the two sat like this, looking at each other silently.

The indoor temperature is suitable and mild, just like the first thaw when everything recovers in early spring, and the heart is full of joy when seeing it.

"...Didn't you say that you want to talk about work?" There was no response for a long time, Hatta Mizusui pouted and looked at him dissatisfied, "Why don't you talk? I'm so ugly that you are so scared that you can't say a word out?"

"That makes a scalpel exactly the same as Mori-kun's really scary." Natsume Soseki complained rudely, "I was just wondering what I should say so that you won't bargain with me."

Hatta Mizusui let out a "ha", "Isn't it enough for me to have food and shelter?"

"And what about your child?"

"Doctor Sen quite likes her, let's put it there first."

"...a heartfelt statement from a new mother?"

Hatta Mizusui froze for a moment, then smiled wryly.

"I don't deserve to be her mother right now."

Sometimes you have realized your heart and worked hard, but it does not mean whether you have the responsibility to bear the most important identity in someone's life.

She is totally unqualified.

She wants to give her another happy home, a warm house, and a happy and carefree childhood.

Instead of rushing around Yokohama with her.

Recalling the eccentricity and elusive thoughts of a certain doctor, Natsume Soseki made a suspicious voice, "Mori-kun doesn't look like someone who will take care of children in peace."

"I think... is it okay? Mother's intuition can be trusted?" Hatta Mizusui trembled while holding the pillow, his eyes stared like copper bells, "There is nothing wrong with the clinic? At most, just wash it A bath?"

Natsume Soseki was silent for a long time, and persuaded as if giving up: "Maybe Mori-kun is a genius for raising children, so let's talk about work."

... Dude, you gave up a little too fast.

Hatta Mizushui was so dumbfounded that he almost couldn't straighten his tongue when he spoke.

"Work, work..." She moved the pillow up to cover the lower half of her face, and muttered, "I don't know much about your usual work, so my only request is food and lodging, or do you mean? Natsume-kun, are you going to put Are the others included as well?"

"Clothes and clothes? Yes."

These four things were not too difficult for him, so Natsume Soseki answered very readily.

Hatta Mizusui was so frank.

The boss is good enough to cover all food, clothing, housing and transportation?

"Don't tell me." Hatta Mizumi pointed to the ceiling dumbly, "While working under you, can I live here all the time or even be my own home?"

"Miss Hatta is very smart."

"...Jokes are not funny, Natsume-kun." Hatta Mizumi's smile condensed for a moment, "There is still a difference between a subordinate and a friend, isn't it?"

Natsume Soseki's expression remained unchanged, without any expression of being reprimanded, "Just friends?"

It was obviously a very common sentence, but it was said in a roundabout way by the other party.

For an indistinct moment, Hatta Mizumi heard and felt the heartbeat that became active again.

Natsume Soseki spoke indifferently, as if he didn't care about anything, and seemed to be asking about the relationship between the two of them.

Can't think too much, can't think too much, can't think too much...

She meditated in her heart, as if this could slow down the heat that suddenly rose on her face.

Raising his eyes again, he caught Natsume Soseki's half-smiling eyes unexpectedly.

Hatta Mizumi: ...

Treat it like you didn't see it!

She chose to hide her ears and steal her bell very spinelessly.

"It's useless to talk about irrelevant things, please talk about work again, Natsume-kun."

Hatta Mizumi changed the subject lamely.

As for whether Natsume Soseki saw it, what does it matter to her?

All she cares about now is work!

The author has something to say: Natsume Soseki: Too stupid.

Feelings are a piece of white paper Slightly arrogant and silly Girlfriend X Feelings find a way A little black boyfriend