My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 337 It turns out that the tram has a sleeper
After Natsume Feng packed up his things, he looked at Izumi Yugong's still closed room, and after standing for a while, he suddenly left and walked to the kitchen.

The kitchen at home looks spotless, even if it is not used normally, it is often sprayed with dust remover.

But now the kitchen is a bit too clean.

Xia Mufeng looked at the newly replaced garbage bag next to the kitchen board, the chopping board faintly touched the water stains on the wood, opened the refrigerator and found a few eggs missing, and probably knew it in his heart.

"I said why there was a smell last night."

He shook his head with a smile, and closed the refrigerator by the way.

Whether it's because Yu Gongquan herself is hungry and wants to eat, or it's due to her previous instructions, as long as she's not hungry.

In fact, it is not terrible to be angry, but the terrible thing is that you have no appetite to eat.

Often, the actual reason for being ill with qi is attributed to not eating, saying something like "I am already full of qi", coupled with the urgent endocrine disorder, all kinds of diseases will come.

He walked out of the kitchen and put on his coat. Looking at the car keys hanging on the cabinet, he hesitated for a while and still didn't take it off. He turned his head and looked upstairs, then opened the door and walked out.

Click.

The cold wind scrambled in from the crack of the door, and calmness returned as the door was closed.

Natsume's house was very quiet at this time.

The fine white fluff in the air swirled along the air current, and some dim light came in from the window.

After a few minutes.

There was a slight sound of opening the door, and Yu Gongquan quietly revealed a pair of eyes from the crack of the door. After realizing that there was really no one in the house, he couldn't help showing a look of disappointment.

She stretched out her hand and gently pushed open the door of the room, and walked out from inside.

The left arm was still not fully healed, and it was wrapped with bandages. The right hand held onto the door frame and staggered out.

She first went to each room to make sure that there was no one there, and then she sat on the sofa in the quiet living room and sighed.

If Natsume Feng is here at this moment, you will find that her beautiful hair in the past has lost its luster, and it is scattered behind her head in a mess. It was very pale - obviously ill.

Yu Gongquan rubbed his eye sockets, poured himself a glass of water from the teapot on the table, raised his neck and drank it in small sips.

When the tea flowed down her throat, she felt a sense of dryness, dull pain, and she couldn't help but feel a little pain on her face. She felt that the water was colder than ever after drinking it, and her head was a little dizzy. She obviously had enough rest. There is some blackness in front of my eyes.

Putting the water glass back with her palm shaking, she gasped for breath, feeling a burning sensation in her chest.

After stroking her bangs that covered her eye frames, she put her right hand under her stomach and buried her head deeply in her legs.

"I seem to have become redundant."

After a while, she sat up again, her eye sockets were slightly red, and her left hand that was pressed just now was also aching, but she twitched her nose a few times and smiled reluctantly, got up and went back to her room.

Because she still has things to do today, she can't rely on her elder brother for everything, otherwise it's no different from dragging oil bottles.

Natsume Kaede realizes that sometimes being in good health doesn’t always work because he is dedicated to competing for seats on the train with the citizens of Tokyo.

Sure enough, the trams traveling in Tokyo during the holidays are full and overloaded at any time, and it is estimated that except for some Shinkansen bound for the countryside, it can be relieved a little.

Originally, he waited in line for several times before it was his turn to be at the front. The next train was very close to the departure station, and there was a high probability that there would be a seat. However, the tram had just ceased fighting and had a yellow light, and the people on it just showed their heads and got off.

Natsume Feng saw with his own eyes an old man in front of him who was trembling just now walked like flying. It should be said that he is indeed a Tokyo citizen who has been on the tram for decades. It's much more compelling.

But fortunately, it seems that there are a lot of people at the next station, and the seats are correspondingly vacant. There are three rows of seats in her car, and he is second only to the old man, so I want to be safe. Yes, it is definitely not necessary to stand for so long.

Then the old man with deep loach skills started his show operation.

Sit on the side seat, twist your body, kick your legs, all three seats are occupied!
At this time, it is the alternate period of getting on and off the train, and the conductor has no time to pay attention to the situation here. As for the people next to him, it doesn’t matter. As long as the mud on your feet doesn’t kick on me, it’s up to you whatever you want Anyway, it has nothing to do with me if we fight.

But Natsume Feng was a little dumbfounded, so does the tram also have sleeper berths?
Due to his nature of being a flower grower and being kind, Xia Mufeng was not ashamed to say it directly, let alone accuse the old man because of his position, so he stood next to him, holding the handle, and looked at the person quietly. Old man lying down.

This, too, is silent resistance.

If there was something wrong with the old man's legs and feet, he would never believe it. The movement of oiling the soles of his feet just now was so fast that Xia Mufeng almost thought that Daoguo still had light kung fu.

Besides, respecting the old and caring for the young also counts. Besides, it's not that people don't have a place to sit, and he just wants to be lazy. If the old man in front of him really doesn't want to get up, he won't be angry.

But the next picture is a bit interesting.

The old man with slightly gray hair stared at him, and said in a dissatisfied voice, "Boy, why are you staring at me?"

Xia Mufeng looked at him when he heard the sound, and found that the other party's eyes seemed to stay on his face, and there was no one else when he glanced around. He hesitated and asked, "Are you talking about me?"

"Otherwise?" The old man rolled his eyes: "I've noticed something wrong with you since I got in the car just now, and you've been staring at me like nothing. The old man's legs and feet are not good. Do you want to grab the seat?"

After saying this, the old man looked at him vigilantly, really afraid that he would say something like wanting to sit next.

Xia Mufeng couldn't help but turn slightly dark when he heard the sound, your legs and feet are not good, you are as fast as a loach.

It can't be said that loach has no legs, so you really practice kung fu.

He considered his words and said slowly, "Uh, no, you really are"

"Ah, Yumi, this way."

Before he could finish his words, the old man had already sat up, leaving two seats on his left hand side. His movements were smooth and smooth, and he waved at a passenger who had just come up. The wrinkles on his face smiled like a chrysanthemum. .

However, at the same time as the seat was vacant, the old man also turned his body sideways, and slid his left hand directly to the other end of the seat. Naturally, he could not let others sit down, and he slightly raised one of his fingers, standing upright And vertically, if someone who doesn't open his eyes gets down, he will definitely feel different sitting today.

　Thank you for the [-] rewards from the master of fireworks
　　Thank you for your reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)