I thought it was be but it turned out to be he

In the future, he introduced the few Taidao in the store to Hijikata Toshizo, and the other party's eyes were imperceptible. He didn't expect that a girl could really have such exquisite craftsmanship. All of them are superb.

Thinking this way, his eyes fell on Future's hands without leaving a trace, his fingers were slender, with some sickly whiteness, just such hands... It's hard to imagine that he can endure the hardship of beating the knife embryo day after day.

The future is keenly aware of his infatuation. His "child" is recognized by others as the supreme honor of a knife maker. The corners of his lips can not help but bring a trace of real joy. He takes down the knife that is placed in the most conspicuous place, "Mr. Hijikata, this is Daisy's treasure mountain cherry tree, and it is yours now."

Hijikata didn't think she had finished speaking. He had his own weapon and had no plans to buy a knife. He came here purely out of his love for swords, and also wanted to see if women could show a different scenery.

The future is really finished, and Yama Sakura also wanted to give it to him from the bottom of her heart. She didn't make knives to put them on a high place to collect dust. Although Qian likes it, she will become very generous when she meets the right person.

"This is for Mr. Hijikata. Your smell is very similar to the mountain cherry."

The speaker has no intention and the listener does. The Tufang does not believe that there is a free lunch in the world, "I don't care what your purpose is, it's better to stay away from the general manager and the others."

The future was stunned for a moment before he suddenly understood why he said this, and the corner of his lips curled up, "What is this? A warning? Or a threat?"

Seeing her calm and calm expression, the chill in Tufang's eyes was even stronger.

Future took a sip of tea slowly, tasted it carefully before continuing, "Actually, I didn't plan to have too much contact with the general manager at first, the fate between people is really amazing , maybe there is really a pair of invisible hands manipulating the sky above."

Hijikata's eyes fell on her face without blinking, trying to dissect her true thoughts, but carefully found that although she was smiling, there was no smile in her eyes at all.

"Since Mr. Hijikata suspects that I approach the chief executive for some other purpose, please go back with Yamazakura."

The second half of the sentence was something Hijikata Toshizo didn't think of. Speaking of which, she was willing to let him take away Yamazakura. Did she really have no intention or hid it too deeply.

Staring at her meaningfully for a long time, Tufang finally gave up looking for answers from her face, turned and left, stopped after walking a few steps, without looking back, turned his back to the future and said in a colder voice, "I admit you The knife is good, but that's about it."

After the sound settled down, he started again.

Future watched him leave without saying a word.

……

The sound of smashing stones and digging soil continued to come from Little Daisy's backyard, disrupting the peaceful morning.

Director Chong heard the noise when he was patrolling Erjotong. When he came here to have a look, he found that it was really lively inside, and there were all strange faces.

"Director." Future came over with tea, just in time to see the familiar haori and hair color, and greeted briskly.

Seeing that she was delivering tea to those digging workers, the director was even more puzzled, "Future sauce, what are you doing?"

I didn't have time to talk to him in the future, so I went back to the house and brought several plates of snacks and cut fruits one after another. After going in and out several times, I took the time to ask, "Why are you here free, Director? Didn't you want to come here today?" Patrol? Are you lazy?"

"It just happened to be patrolling here, but what are they doing?"

"They are the ones I hired to dig the pool. It's not that I'm injured and can't work. I've been busy all day, so I just want to find something to do." Seeing him, Future finally remembered something, and hurried into the house , tossed for a long time before coming out, with an extra bowl in hand.

Okita Souji glanced at the contents of the bowl, the white lumps looked like pears, the red ones were probably spinach roots, and some other ingredients were added, and a light fragrance was mixed with the steaming heat.

Mirai handed him the spoon involuntarily, Okita Souji lingered suspiciously between her and the bowl, and did not pick up the spoon for a long time.

Future understood the meaning expressed in his eyes, and pursed her lips unhappily. If she didn't know how to cook, she would have starved to death for so many years, and it would be impossible for her to eat three meals a day.

The chief executive struggled for a few seconds, took the spoon resignedly, and scooped up a small spoonful of soup. He was quite prepared in his heart, but when he took a bite, he found that the soup was not bad at all, and he sighed in surprise, "Unexpected Mirai Jiang's cooking skills are so good, she can be a bride right away."

Before waiting for the second half of future complaints, the director swallowed what was in his mouth and asked, "What is this?"

"Didn't you eat it? This is Sydney Spinach Root Soup."

"Why did you suddenly let me drink this?"

Spinach root is boiled together with lily and hundred. It has the effect of clearing heat, nourishing yin and moistening lung.

Future didn’t say it directly, but instead gave him a wink, “Yesterday I made this soup on a whim, and I cooked too much in one go. I wanted to show it to Juchi when you came. I'll let you taste it, how does it taste? It's not the dark dish you imagined, is it?"

Being poked into his mind just now, the chief executive didn't feel embarrassed, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a sinister yet innocent smile.

"Well, it's delicious."

At that moment, all the flowers in the yard were brilliant together, swaying and smiling in the breeze, making people forget the heat of summer and being in the world of spring flowers.

Future smiled without hesitation, "If there wasn't that little half of lily petals around my mouth, maybe even a prosopagnosia like me would be fascinated by you."

"Eh?"

The laugh was so sudden that the chief executive didn't react for a while.

Seeing his confused face, Future took out a light pink handkerchief from his belt, walked up to him and stood on tiptoe to help him wipe off the scum around his mouth.

The chief's body trembled, his nerves tensed, he held his breath and looked down at the person in front of him.There was no warning, his heart moved, and he was softened by her not-so-gentle movements.

Cleaned his mouth for him, and put the handkerchief on the table beside him in the future, but he picked it up in the next second, concealing the shallow emotion in his heart, and put on his usual signature smile again, "Sorry, take it back I'll clean it up for you."

"It's just a handkerchief, it's okay, and did you wash it clean? It won't get dirtier with washing, right?" Future looked at his callused palm suspiciously. The hand used to hold a knife can really do this. Is it a meticulous job?

"What, don't you believe me?" The chief executive folded the handkerchief into his sleeve, "Don't worry, everyone in the group washes their own clothes, and prepares meals in turn."

In the future, the picture of the earthworker wearing an apron and holding a spatula can't help appearing in his mind...

"Future sauce?" The chief manager waved his hand in front of her eyes, pulling back her frantic thoughts.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

He pointed to the outside, and half-jokingly said, "I'm leaving. If Mr. Hijikata finds out that I'm visiting you during working hours, he will definitely make me hara-kiri. Mr. Hijikata is really scary."

Future feels the same way. Although Hijikata and Saito have the same ice-faced faces, they give people completely different impressions. The former is cold and has hobbies that make people hara-kiri, while the latter is just not good at speech and seriousness.

Looking at his back, the smile on her face gradually faded.

Okita Souji, died at the age of 26.

History, in the books written by later generations, how can we see the cruelty behind it.

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