[Comprehensive] Why do I like you

"That's all for today's class. I will send homework to all the students via email. Don't forget to reply."

The teacher explaining "History of Western Art" sorted out the things in his hands and left the classroom first.The students became lively after seeing the teacher leave.

"Zhang Si, are you going to work later?"

Nana sorted out the things in her hands, looked at Akiji Endo and asked.

Zhang Si nodded and said, "I'll probably be able to resign after a while, and then I'll find a job related to my major. Then I'm sure it won't be as hard as it is now."

"That's not necessarily true, maybe the hard work is still to come." Nana shook her head and smiled, "I asked for leave tonight, and I'm going to have hot pot with Nana and the others. Will you come?"

"Osaki-san is someone you know well. What did I do in the past? It's not embarrassing, but you were talking about it. Have you still not found the drummer for the band?"

Hearing what Zhang Si said, Nana couldn't help sighing, holding the book in her arms: "No, I don't know what Nana thinks, it seems that something is always missing with just guitar and bass. They are all four-member bands, the lead singer is guitar, bass and drums, and there are quite a few of them. Besides, maybe Nana still pays attention to it, but she hasn't said it yet."

"kindness."

"Then I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow." Because Nana didn't have a mobile phone, Nana made an agreement with Nana about eating hot pot one day in advance.Nana smiled and nodded in agreement, and ended her part-time job early. She stood at the door of the nearest store in front of Room 707, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, and a half-lit cigarette dangling from her mouth.

"Nana!"

Nana waved her hands, trying to attract Nana's attention.

"Oh, here we go."

Nana stood up straight, left the wall behind her, and walked slowly towards her.

The two walked towards the market side by side. Nana looked at Nana who carefully selected the hot pot ingredients, and asked, "Why do you think of eating hot pot?"

"Because I got my salary~"

Nana turned her head and smiled, her brown eyes were full of joy.

"Huh? So fast?" Nana asked in surprise, "Didn't you tell me yesterday that the manuscript was returned?"

Yesterday, Nana received a rejection from Zhimanshe, saying that although her manuscript could not be accepted, she hoped that she would continue to work hard and look forward to her growth.

Nana has been sad for a long time, holding Nana and crying for a long time, disturbing Nana wishing she could slap her back to sleep, but Nana's emotions come and go quickly, and Nana immediately The words were transferred.

"It's not the salary of the manuscript, it's the salary of my part-time job in the restaurant. It's been exactly one month, so the monthly salary is in hand~"

Nana swayed the vegetable in her hand, as if begging for praise and petting.

Nana stretched out her hand to take away the vegetables she was playing with, and said, "The salary has just been paid, and you just spend it like this, can you make it to the end of the month to pay the rent?"

"Of course I can pull~"

Nai Nai raised her head and said, seeing the tribute balls not far away, she immediately rushed over, muttering: "This is delicious, wow, this is cheaper. But which one is more cost-effective? Oh, I want to try them all. ~"

"Just pick one, don't waste your time."

Nana, who couldn't see it, stuffed all the things in Nana's hand into the basket, then took her hand, and dragged people past the shelves, blocking all the things that were pleasing to the eye into the basket.

"Mo, really Nana, how can you put it in casually? There are some things that hot pot can't use at all." Nana reluctantly took out those small bags of oil and salt from the basket.

"By the way, why was your drawing returned?"

Walking in the stairwell leading to Room 707, Nana walked slowly in front with a bag of vegetables, and Nana walked behind with a few bottles of seasoning.The evening sunlight penetrated through the window in the stairwell and shone in, making the figures of the two people particularly slender.

"Because it didn't fit the style they asked for, and I didn't draw well enough."

As soon as she mentioned the painting she loves, Nana's attitude immediately changed. She raised her head, looked at Nana's back, and said longingly.

"However, they also gave some suggestions. Although they are few, they are still very important to me! It's a pity. It would be great if Teacher Shandao could comment on it."

"Mr. Shandao? Is that the painter you keep talking about?"

"En!"

Nana jumped up several flights of stairs in a row, and ran to Nana, looking at the short-haired girl beside her with round eyes: "Mr. Shandao is really amazing! I have read all the albums and albums he published! There are copies of each, but the details are not very similar."

"..."

"Nana?"

Nana looked at Nana who was suddenly silent, and followed her line of sight strangely.

At the door of room 707, a man in a black suit sat on the ground leaning against the door, with two boxes beside him, holding a cigarette with his index finger and smoking slowly.

"Sure enough, I should eat hot pot tonight..."

Nana looked at Nana who was looking at Taishi in a daze, and murmured, while backing away, she said, "I'm going to buy something else, I'll be right back."

With that said, he turned around and ran away with the bag in hand.

Nana looked at the man not far in front, and walked over slowly, her steps were heavy as if filled with lead, step by step.

Tashi looked at the woman who was walking slowly, and finally stood up. He smoothed the dust off his clothes, and walked a few steps towards him.

The bag in Nana's hand fell to the ground before she knew it. She opened her eyes wide, and Taishi's figure was reflected in her misty eyes, and she threw herself directly into Taishi's arms.

"blast is the band you created, Tas."

"Ah, so here I am."

Tashi gently hugged Nana back, feeling the coolness in his chest, he could only hug Nana harder.

"Moshi Moshi! Shinichi-kun! Taishi is here, come to my house to eat hot pot! Let's call Kami nobu-sama together! Now the drummer of the band is here! There is no shortage of people anymore!"

"Tas? Is that the drummer you mentioned earlier?"

"Yes! So come on! This is really worth celebrating!"

"Okay! I'll bring a beer by the way, to celebrate or something, it's so boring without beer!"

"Enen! That's fine! Then come here quickly! We'll be waiting for you!"

"Don't wait, I'm right here."

Shinichi hung up the phone, looked at the woman in front of him who turned around in surprise, with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Zhenzhen Zhenyi-kun?! Why are you here?!"

Nana stared wide-eyed at the young man not far away, looked at the bright smile on his face, looked at his clean eyes, her heart suddenly accelerated, and the plopping sound was very loud, she could only speak, expecting The other party does not want to hear the loud voice in her chest.

"Because Nana-san missed me, so I appeared~"

In fact, it was because the house was nearby Shinichi explained honestly, and then he was delighted to see the face of the woman with dark pink long hair getting redder and redder.

"Stop talking about this! Hurry up and go back slowly! Nana and Tai Shijun are still waiting for us!"

Shinichi nodded obediently, kindly let Nana go, followed Nana happily, and smoked a few cans of beer.

"Do you want to take so much?" Nana asked.

Shinichi raised the beer in his hand and said, "That's not too much, believe it or not, we don't get more, and we have to run down again to buy it?"

"Uh." Nana paused for a moment, and decisively took some of the beer in Shinichi's hand and put it in his arms, "Then take more, anyway, there is a refrigerator in the room, even if you can't finish it, you can put it first."

"kindness."

Shinichi smiled slightly and took some more beer.

On the way back, Nana also called Nobuo. When Nobuo heard Nana say that Taishi had arrived, he was excited and incoherent, and kept saying that he would come right away.

Nana could only shake her head helplessly and hang up the phone.

The four members of the band had already gathered, and Nana became excited when she saw how many people were drinking vigorously, and she turned around and concentrated on washing the vegetables.

This is the first time I have seen Nana drinking so excitedly, she has been lying in Taishi's arms and acting like a baby, and Nobu's husband is also crying after seeing Taishi, but he is obviously very happy.

Even Shinichi-kun, who was not familiar with Taishi-kun, toasted happily with them.

Nana looked at the vegetable leaf in her hand with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and heard Nana's cheers and Nobuo's urge to drink.I can't help but imagine the scene of them standing on the stage in my mind, and I feel that the whole person is full of strength.

I really want to draw it down, I really want to describe it with a pen, I really want this scene to exist forever, so as not to be lost by memory.

"Nai Nai-san? Why don't you come and have a drink together?"

Holding a can of beer, Shinichi looked at Nana who was leaning against the stove, and asked strangely.

Nana asked back, "Why don't you go drink with them?"

"Nobuo-kun is already drunk, and Nana-san is also drunk." Shinichi turned around and leaned against the stove, shoulder-to-shoulder with Nana, looking at the square table.

Mr. Shen was already lying limply on the bench, unable to get up, and so was Nana, lying in Taishi's arms with a flushed face, humming and singing for some unknown reason.

"It seems really happy." Nana clasped her hands and looked at the mess on the dining table.

"I'm also very happy." Shinichi said after slowly drinking what was in his hand.

Nana turned her head to look at Shinichi's exquisite profile, then turned back to Nana and Taishi-kun, "What is Shinichi-kun happy about?"

"I'm happy that the band is all here." Shinichi said, he lowered his head, watched Nana rubbing his hand, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with Nana-san's hand?"

Nana was taken aback by Shinichi's question. While surprised by Shinichi's observation, she explained: "Because my hands are itchy. Seeing this scene, I really want to draw it! Use my pen to express Nana's mood. , Taishi-kun's mood, Nobuo-kun's mood, and even Shinichi-kun's mood, draw it down."

Shinichi paused while holding the jar, and looked up at the front, "What about Naina-san? Isn't Naina-san drawing himself into it?"

"Me? I'm the one who writes the pen. Why do you draw me in? You are the protagonists." Nana laughed, no matter whether others take advantage of her or not, she is not a member of the band. irrefutable fact.

She is already very happy to be able to draw this scene with her own paintbrush. After all, she really has nothing to do with the band. She can't play the piano, the guitar, or even the drums. How can she be considered a band? What about people?

"Nai Nai-san can't think like that."

Shinichi suddenly stuffed the half-drinked beer into Nana's hand, and said irresolutely: "If Nana-san thinks so, not only Nana, but even I will be angry."

"Ah?" Nana had a puzzled expression on her face, she looked at Shinichi, not understanding what she meant.

"Nai Nai-san is the one who brought me into the band! Without Nana-san, the band would not have formed. Nana-san is a very important existence. It is because of Nana-san that we can be together."

Shinichi looked at Nana seriously, then pointed to the beer in Nana's hand, and continued: "In order to punish your wrong thoughts, drink this up!"

"But…"

This is really the first drink!If she drank too, wouldn't that be an indirect kiss? !

"No, but, Nana-san, hurry up and drink! Then draw us! I really look forward to Nana's completion as soon as possible!"

Shinichi tilted his head, looking childish, looking at Nana with bright black eyes.

Nana avoided Shinichi's sight with reddened cheeks, tilted her head, nervously drank the beer that seemed to be burning hot in her hand.

A bitter taste slid down his throat, and what was rippling in his heart was an inexplicable sense of joy.