"Five to nine" ignores

cold.

She turned and walked into the room, and quickly walked out again, only with a milky white cloak coat and a small silver shoulder bag on her body.

"I've been waiting for a long time." She walked in front of Renji Hachiya, the distance was not too close, but the other party could still smell the perfume coming from her body - a very light sweet orange smell and at the same time could smell a little Kind of like freshening up after a rainy day.

"What kind of perfume do you like?" When he stretched out his hand to open the car door for Masako Mori, he suddenly asked such a question.

The woman with exquisite makeup looked up at him, and then slowly broke into a smile, tilted her head and gave an answer, "I don't have a favorite perfume." She stretched out her hand to hold him down as she spoke. The hand opening the door, "Also, I never sit in the passenger seat."

After she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly turned into crescent moons, "Thank you."

The restaurant that Hachiya Renji mentioned is a three-star hotel in Ginza.

The familiar ones followed Renji Hachiya into the hotel, and before Masako Mori could react, a waiter walked up to them.

"Master Hachiya, is it also a box today?"

Just as Renji Hachiya was about to nod, he suddenly looked back at Masako Mori, and said hesitantly, "Do you want a private room or..."

"No, we don't need a private room, please find us a secluded booth, thank you." Masako Mori smiled and interrupted Renji Hachiya's proposal without hesitation.

"Okay, please follow me." The waiter put on an inviting gesture, and with a smile on his face, he led the two of them to a booth in a corner.

"May I ask what do you need?"

Without taking the menu from the waiter, Masako Mori crossed her fingers and propped up her chin, and said in a flat tone, "I heard that you have a Chinese chef here?"

"Yes, if you need it, please let me get you another menu." The waiter's smile was impeccable, Masako Mori laughed for a moment, shook her head, and only reported a midpoint, "We Only two soup dumplings are enough."

"Is this enough?" Renji Hachiya interrupted suddenly, frowning in disapproval, "It's better to eat more for breakfast."

"Hmm..." Masako Maori rubbed her chin, and suddenly realized, "But if you think it's not enough, you can continue to order. High school students are still growing their bodies, so they need to make up for it." She said, while He glanced at Renji Hachiya's face with some malicious intentions, "Speaking of which, high school students are really full of energy, ah, I really want to go back to my high school days." At the end, the topic has changed 180 big bend.

Masako Mori is actually not good at opening questions, but Renji Hachiya is a master who is good at stirring up the atmosphere. Although she doesn't usually see it, Masako Mori has lived for 26 years and is still very simple in a certain way. After serving it, I escaped the dilemma of being led by the nose by the other party.

What, you little brat!

Masako Moriya stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a small and exquisite soup dumpling and brought it to her mouth. The hot aroma rushed to her face, making her unable to resist taking a bite of the soup dumpling.

The delicious juice overflowed in an instant, and the feeling of mouth-smelling fragrance made Masako Maori feel as if she hadn't seen it for a century.

——Simply delicious QAQ

It's just that she didn't eat this one day, Masako Maori pressed her cold palm to her cheek, and finished that delicate little soup dumpling in two bites.

There were a total of eight soup dumplings in the plate, and after Masako Moriya finished eating the fourth one, she chose to stop her chopsticks.

Although it was delicious at first, it was really too greasy-and even the first feeling was just a psychological effect.

"I'm full." Masako Mori put down her chopsticks in disappointment.

Sure enough, I still miss the breakfast made by my grandfather.

Masako Mori, who has lived with her elder brother's family since her mother's death, couldn't help but feel a little depressed when she thought about it.

"Is it not to your taste?" Renji Hachiya guessed by looking at her face.

"Half and half." Masako Maori nodded generously and admitted, "Although the taste is good, I don't like it."

"why?"

"Yeah, why?" Masako Mori tilted her head, and looked at Renji Hachiya's sullen expression on the opposite side who was blocked by her words, and couldn't help laughing.

"I really like children who are more well-behaved." She said this suddenly, and then covered it up with a smile, "Because I was thinking just now, if Hachiya-kun becomes my child, I will probably be very distressed Yes."

"That's right, but they all like me." Renji Hachiya defended himself a little childishly.

Of course, Masako Mori understood the deep meaning of his words, so she nodded in agreement, "Actually, I like Hachiya-kun too." Seeing the other party looking up expectantly, Masako Mori calmly added the next sentence , "But my principle is not to attack minors, and if you like it a little bit, you can't do anything at all."

Lowering the brim of his hat, Renji Hachiya hid all his expressions, feeling very ridiculous for a moment.

Why do you think... that I like you so much?

Renji Hachiya thought like this, but in his mind, he couldn't control the fantasy of Masako Maori's reaction after he threw this sentence out.

She must have spoken lazily in a very indifferent or even contemptuous tone, saying something like "Because I'm an adult~" This kind of words can only fool a kindergarten kid.

It seems that it has been like this from the beginning, even though I don't like it, I still want to reject it but I still welcome it, I need it but I always pretend not to care.

What a fickle and heartless woman.

A woman who obviously thinks this way, but actually does it that way.

Compared with someone like him, she should be the one who went too far.

Thinking of this, Renji Hachiya couldn't help showing a smile.

He raised his head and set his eyes on the cunning woman in front of him again, looking at the doubts in her eyes because of his smile, he had some nasty thoughts.

——I won’t let you get what you want so easily.

Christmas Extravaganza

This is Shan Zhenran's first Christmas back in China as Masako Maori.

Compared with Japan, China is not so keen on Western festivals, especially in the seaside town where she lives, which is even more closed and backward.

This year's Christmas coincides with the school holidays, and young children came out to play under this name. Except for a few shops on both sides of the street, they also took the opportunity to play slogans such as "Christmas Sale" and "Christmas Celebration". It's still the same as before, nothing has changed.

When Masako Mori walked to the entrance of Lu's Restaurant, it suddenly started to snow.

The pure white snow fell continuously, and Masako Moriya spread her hands, caught a snowflake, and watched it melt into a drop of water in her hands instantly.

In this small town, it should have been six years since the last time it snowed.

She raised her head and looked at the sky, her eyes were hot for some reason.

Even after returning here, to this town full of her memories and past, she still clearly sensed that something was disappearing.

It wasn't the town's fault, it was hers.

She is no longer Shan Zhenran—a person who was born here, grew up here, and has almost never left this town for 26 years.

She is still Masako Mori—a woman who lives in an environment similar to, but very different from, China.

"Why don't you come in when you're already at the door?" Masako Maori's thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of a vicissitudes of life. When she turned her head, she saw an old woman with silver hair hunched over and walked to the door.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to support her, and said with a bit of reproach, "Why did you come out? It's snowing outside right now, so don't freeze."

The old woman squinted her eyes and looked at her for a while before replying with a smile, "I see you came out to have a look before you came to eat, who knew you were standing at the door like a wooden stake, why, what do you think?" Home?"

Masako Mori didn't know how to answer this question, so she nodded indiscriminately, then took her hand and led her into the room, "Be careful, the floor is slippery, don't knock on it."

"Hey, didn't I come out to look for you just now? What could be the matter?" The old woman said and changed the subject again, "If you are homesick, go back and see, relatives who are alone at home in other places I can't tell how much it hurts."

As she talked, she grew up talking, and Masako Mori was not annoyed, but just listened quietly to her rambling, "... You know, I gave birth to three daughters in my life, and the eldest daughter and eldest son-in-law were adopted by the eldest grandson. I went to enjoy the blessings in the big city; the second daughter is a miserable life, and I blame the old woman. I was blind and pushed her into the fire pit. I have never met a person who knows the cold and hot in half my life. I didn’t even have a chance to enjoy myself, so I just went.”

Speaking of this, she cursed again, "It's also the fault of the Shan family in Xicheng, who lost her good daughter like this, and now there is no one who waits on the bed, so it's right!" She was feeling sad again as she spoke. Get up, "It's a pity that my lively granddaughter died in a car accident at such a young age."

Masako Maori couldn't help but her eyes were red, what could she say?

She can tell them she's hers