"Five to nine" ignores

Granddaughter?She didn't die, she came back?

She can't say.

Even if you tell me, who will believe it?

People die like lights out, even superstitious grandparents will never believe this truth that sounds so clumsy.

Masako Mori patted grandma on the back lightly, calming down for her, "Don't be sad, Zhenran has always been filial. If you cry because of her, you will definitely be sad again."

"Hey, okay, let's stop crying. I won't cry old lady, so don't you either." Masako Mori touched her cheek when she heard the words, and as expected, she felt a water stain.

She suddenly broke into a smile, "How can I, I'm crying for you, so don't cry, it's good if you hurt your eyes." She made an excuse for herself, and wanted to say something more, together The loud voice came to mind behind him.

"Hey, mom, why are you out again? It's so cold outside. Ruirui is clamoring for grandma now. Go and see her." The woman standing behind Masako Mori is not tall, but her facial features are She is very delicate, and her genetic round face makes her look particularly young. It may also be because her profession is the reason why a teacher always deals with a group of children, and she always exudes a kind of vitality.

Masako Mori nodded to the other party, "Hello."

"Good morning, Masako is here for breakfast again, do you still want soup dumplings this morning?" The woman greeted her with a smile.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." Masako Mori also smiled politely, and then found a place to sit down.

She watched the woman help her grandma into the back of the restaurant before she looked away.

After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone from her coat pocket, looked through the mailbox and found friends who were familiar with Masako Mori before, and sent them a "Merry Christmas" email together.

It was Renji Hachiya who replied to her email first, with three very indifferent and restrained words - "You too."

Masako Moriya glanced casually before putting away the phone, then took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick box and wiped them vigorously with a paper towel before enjoying her breakfast.

There are eight plump, juicy and translucent soup dumplings placed on a simple white porcelain plate. With just one glance, Masako Mori can guess that this breakfast was not made by her grandfather—grandfather is getting old now, and the chef in charge The position has long been handed over to my third son-in-law, and I have also started to take care of my life, that is, I just occasionally contribute to the restaurant's breakfast-such as making some simple tasks such as steamed dumplings.

After breakfast, Masako Mori paid the bill and went out.

It was still snowing outside the house, and the ground was almost completely wet by snow water during her delay in the restaurant.

She bought an umbrella from a street vendor and went directly to the cake shop where she worked with the umbrella in hand.

"Masako Masako, you are finally here, here is your courier!" The store manager who is over forty years old but has a baby face complained to her in a delicate and soft voice, "That courier will have to die!" I sign for it, I hate it to death."

"Sorry, it's my fault." Masako Mori smiled at her, and walked quickly to the courier to sign for the courier.

"Hey, Masako, look, it's actually sent from Japan!" Another cashier this year screamed, pointing at the sender's address, "It will be Christmas, and I have to ask for it in person." Sign for receipt, it won’t be Miss Masako, your suitor in Japan.”

"Thinking too much. The other party is a kid nine years younger than me. I don't like eating young grass." Masako Maori shook her head helplessly.

"What's wrong, sibling love is also very good, as long as there is love, age is not a problem, right, manager!" The little girl immediately started looking for supporters.

"Young people won't understand the terrible world of adults." The store manager said something in a daze, and then began to gossip and urge Masako Maori, "Masako, quickly open it and see what's inside!"

"Shop manager, gossip like this will scare the employees away." Masako Mori replied with a smile, but her subordinates kept moving to open the package.

"It's actually a bracelet! And it's also a dried flower bracelet QAQ so beautiful!" The little girl screamed, holding her face intoxicated, "My girl's heart was instantly poked!"

"The flowers here are ageratum thistle." The third clerk, who had been silent all this time, said, "Sure enough, that man is chasing Masako."

Masako Mori put the bracelet back into the box, raised her head and smiled, neither admitting nor denying, "Hurry up and go to work, stop gossiping about me."

She walked into the dressing room and locked the box in the locker, and then leaned against the wall and laughed silently, and the depression in her heart before was also swept away.

Ageratum - Trust the Answer?

What a persistent brat.

sixth sight

After breakfast, Masako Mori bid farewell to Renji Hachiya and went to the training institution alone.

The mood today is a bit off.

As soon as Masako Mori stepped into the gate of the training institution, she felt that today's atmosphere was very different from usual.

She hurriedly went to the locker room to change her clothes, and when she returned to the front desk, she began to gossip with Sha Yeko, who was also at the front desk.

"What's the matter? All of you are acting weird today?" Masako Maori propped her chin up, her eyes gliding past Junko Sakuraba who sat at her desk and laughed from time to time, and then It landed lightly on the face of Yarn Coconut.

"It's not the new manager who airborne from New York yesterday." Sha Ye pointed to the closed office on the right under the cover of the documents, "According to my observation, Teacher Runzi and Teacher Qinggong are definitely old acquaintances." Oh!" At the end, Sha Yeko came to this conclusion with certainty.

"What, Yako, you are too sensitive to this kind of thing." Maori Masako joked with her with a smile on her face.

"Not only that, but I know a lot." Sha Yeko shook her head triumphantly, and then approached Maori Masako with a smile.

Masako Moriya wanted to dodge reflexively, but in the end she just turned her head away under the clear gaze of the other party.

"What, what's the matter? This look is very strange!" Masako Maori was not used to being so close to women, she avoided the other party's sight in a bit of embarrassment, and wanted to push the yarn coconut away but cared that the other party was just a girl.

After admiring Masako Maori's flustered expression enough, Shaye straightened up with a smile on her face, and when Masako Maori was arranging her hair in embarrassment, she threw out a heavy news in a brisk tone.

"Speaking of which, Masako, you seem to have gotten very close to Prince Shibuya recently? Could it be..." She deliberately prolonged the ending sound, which sounded like a joke.

Hearing this, Masako Maori calmed down instead. She combed her hair with her fingers, put her eyes on the table in front of her, and said in a restrained and cold voice, "What are you talking about, the other party is just a minor, I didn't Time to play some love games with a brat."

"Really? Really?" Sha Yeko kept asking, and finally revealed her discovery before Masako Maori was about to cover her ears, "But I saw it yesterday, Hachiya-kun has been waiting for you outside, right?" , From my point of view, this kind of intention is quite sincere, hey Masako, don't you really think about it?"

Maori Masako was taken aback for a moment, and while pulling aside the bangs that were blocking her view, she turned her head to meet Shangsha Yeko's gaze, "But Yame Yeko, don't you know that children are also very fond of the new and dislike the old? Believe them, it's better to believe I bought insurance."

"Yazi?" Sha Yeko frowned worriedly, "What's the matter with you? You've been acting weird these two days? Could it be... is that one here?"

Masako Maori was taken aback for a moment, then turned around, and suddenly she couldn't laugh or cry, "No, you think too much."

"That's right, it's not the time yet." Saeko nodded with a serious face, which made Maori Masako blush with embarrassment.

"Hey! What are you talking about!" Masako Maori made a gesture to hit her, but was stopped by a female voice.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Mishima studying here?"

Maori Masako paused, and before she retracted her hand, Sha Yeko was the first to react, "Yes, what do you need?"

Masako Mori stood up from her chair, found a training material and inserted the topic by passing it to the other party.

"Good morning, here is a list of all the teachers in our training institution, you can choose independently."

"No, that's not the point..." The girl standing in front of Sasuke Hayami and Masako Mori looked no more than ten years old, and she still had a very childish look on her body: a pink coat and a rabbit tucked around her ear Hairpins in the shape of ears, even without makeup on the face, the appearance of plain makeup is more youthful and beautiful than those adults with delicate makeup.

Sure enough, youth is capital.

Masako Mori, who had unknowingly turned into an elderly mentality, sighed in her heart, but she didn't miss the other party's question in her ears.

"Mr. Mishima's teacher is this. If you don't mind, you can choose to talk to Junko-sensei alone."

"Hey, that's not necessary. I came here with an ulterior motive. I was terrified when I was in school." Can't help but smile knowingly.

"Then please fill out this form." Shaye pushed the registration form together with a black pen to the girl's side, and at the same time told the other party some precautions, "Our training room usually starts at five o'clock and ends on time at eight o'clock. , so small