empty talk of reality

What will happen if it is small and miniature?I have some expectations.

When I arrived at the scheduled location, the crowd was not crowded, maybe it was because it was too early?It was set at exactly nine o'clock in the morning, shouldn't it be early?Or are they both at work?

The atmosphere of the coffee shop is very good, the decoration is no less than that of the owner's shop, the style is not luxurious, low-key and not ordinary.

I'm trying to find the owner.

For example, sexy, old and mature, or childish... Even tall and powerful are included.

When I thought about myself getting smaller, how could I recognize it so easily?

Suddenly someone from behind tapped me on the shoulder.I turned around, and unexpectedly, her appearance was not what I imagined.

She has beautiful long black hair and is wearing a white peaked cap. Her long black hair is tied into a ponytail by the cap. Although her eyes are hidden under the cap, they are still very bright, as black as her hair , at first glance it looks a little scary, but it can calm people down in an instant.

Wearing a royal blue T-shirt, hot pants, and canvas shoes.

——Much more mediocre than imagined.

But her delicate face makes people feel more and more beautiful the more they look at it.

"Yo, A Rong." She didn't feel strange or confused because of any external factors, and she was even familiar with me within reason.

Seeing her, a figure suddenly flashed in my mind.

That was the last time the mission was performed.

that glance.

She passed by me in a hurry, with short hair like a boy, wearing a man's considerate suit, but her delicate face made it clear that she was actually a woman.

It is also such a pair of black eyes, which can shake a person's eyes, solemn.

I remembered.Qiuhe, Qiuhe.

Jiu Chongqiuhe, who is obviously not outstanding in appearance, thought he was an unknown handyman, but he fought neatly and beautifully in Pengelie's first battle.And even though she is a sharpshooter who is familiar with guns, those miraculous hands have never been rough and callused because of this, they are as white and soft as ever, and they can draw well.

Yes, that's her.

Pengo Lie's consultant outside the door-Jiu Zhongqiuhe.

"...We know each other very well?" I tilted my head and asked suspiciously.

With long hair, she looks a lot more feminine. Her eyes are very gentle, like the sunshine in early June, gentle but not dazzling, warm but not overly enthusiastic.

"Yes, of course we are familiar. We have been able to dominate the world for several years!" She spoke playfully, her tone rose involuntarily, and then suddenly turned sharply downward, "Just kidding, we are good comrades-in-arms!"

I am a little dumbfounded.

The speech is humorous, but from time to time, he takes all my questions in a clever way. This kind of person is thoughtful.

I had no choice but to tell the truth, "Actually, I hate you." She was silent suddenly, and her cold expression suddenly turned cold, which made me a little nervous.

But she didn't go crazy as expected, she was angry, she was calm, and she smiled, "It can be seen from this, that it is indeed Haiyin Temple Rongcao." It was a bit ironic.

Really, in fact, I don't like people who are overly thoughtful, they have too much scheming, but I can't completely hate them.

"We both hate each other, that's all." She raised her hat, "It's just that our relationship is really good."

Silence for a while.

The crowd gradually became more and more complicated, and people around suddenly passed by one after another, passing by one by one, the air was densely covered with the smell of sweat and perfume, and the temperature tended to rise, making people feel irritable.

Finally turned on the air conditioner.

The warmth and coolness of the world inside, and the busyness and heat of the outside world.

"I want to know a lot of things ten years from now, right?" Qiu He smiled sweetly at the clerk who brought her a glass of boiled water, "Thank you."

I nodded, eager to know.

"Do you recognize the man who sent you and Chun Chenglian to meet here?"

I am silent.I pursed my lips and didn't open my mouth. I didn't know how to open my mouth, but my knuckles turned white when I exerted myself, exposing myself.Qiu He narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning my mind and demeanor unexpectedly.

"Needless to say, I expected that too—Edwin, huh?"

Jiuzhong Qiuhe is a smart person, I never doubted it.

"But you don't have to doubt that the letter was not written by him. We have analyzed this letter. The freshness period of carbon ink is three months. However, Edwin died three years ago. It’s clear, it’s dead.” She took another sip of plain water, and her dry mouth was cured immediately.

"...Dead?" I raised my eyebrows.

"That's right, she's completely dead, right in front of us. Besides, there's no need to doubt Harucheng Renjian, she can't write at all, and her left and right hands have long been useless."

I am surprised.Obsolete?What a concept that is.With two empty sleeves?Or two lifeless, empty shells with only blood flowing through them.

"Yes, but I still don't understand, the reason why that little bastard, A Gang, got engaged to this woman... really makes me feel unworthy, even hate."

Although the words were hateful, Qiu He's expression never changed a bit.

"But I..." Her words stopped abruptly, because the ringing of the mobile phone interrupted their conversation.

「时の流れに身をまかせ

あなたの色に染められ

once in life それさえ」①

"What are you doing?...Yeah...haha, you communicated so quickly."

"Yes, it's here, um, the two of you came together..."

The call time is only a short 5 minutes.

"I only care about you?" I pretended to ask casually, "I didn't expect you to be quite interesting."

She smiled for no reason, neither humble nor noble.

I think my previous brainstorming is very ironic. How can I think of Qiuhe, a woman who is so plain and dusty, so complicated and noble. She is just the kind of person who can't remember at a glance. Her smile has no characteristics There is no character at all.Except for her hands, her identity or ability.

She is such an obvious, plain person.

Now he is alive in front of me, laughing... how to describe it?

Candid?Well, something doesn't fit.

I can't tell either.

She just smiled, with a dimple like hers.

Um?So describe it like this.

Her fingers tapped on the table very regularly.

"It's Xiaojing."

I'm afraid that I don't know, I'm not familiar with, and I haven't heard it.

She repeated it more forcefully, with a sonorous voice.

——"Sugawarai~"

…………

In fact, before this, before I was depressed or all kinds of emotions were about to strike, I really wanted to pour a glass of cold water over it, and scolded like a shrew: "Oh, your mother's head!"

Of course, I certainly don't have any time and leeway to do this.

SBC.03 Arai

The author has something to say: Touch your chin) I plan to start a new pit after I finish my hard work this summer vacation, and try to see if I can get away with the Japanese wind... Covering my face, I suddenly discovered that the role of a tutor has basically never appeared... ...I promise, the next chapter 270 will take the initiative to kneel down and beg Rong Cao to forgive (what?

Well, Edwin is the owner of the WIN venue, Rongcao’s former comrades-in-arms are actually relatives of Hasumi (don’t spoil the spoiler, “I can wait for a while... I just want to know, how did that letter come? Missing?" I rested my chin on both hands, waiting patiently for Qiu He's answer.

She remained calm, and still took a sip of the cool drink naturally.

"Do you want to know?" She blinked mischievously, making me think that the person sitting in front of me was just a cute little girl who could lie and act coquettishly, "Even races like Valerio can't be investigated clearly, let alone Is it me who has washed my hands for many years?"

I just took a sip of water, and I was sprayed by the normal saying "Ah~ the weather is really good today~" "A race like Valerio...?!" come out.

"You... still wash your hands?" I looked at her with scorching eyes, as if looking at a piece of delicious fat... no wonder!

"Of course, I didn't say that I would be... a mafia for the rest of my life." Her voice dropped sharply in the last three words, forming a huge gap with the rising temperature.

Qiu He opened one eye and closed the other, pointing to the source of the heat wave with his white and slender fingers, motioning for me to look back.

——Two men not much different in height, one is wearing a formal suit with a very serious expression, it looks like someone messed up his beautiful virgin|male identity, the other is wearing a clean and white shirt , with a sunny smile, gives the first impression of an ordinary college student.

But the two are nothing more than a beautiful landscape.

"Hey, Xiaojing, Valerio, here!" Qiuhe was a little excited, and waved his little hand to signal that we were here.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of Edwin, then Valerio, and finally Sugawarai.The three of them are obviously different, if one is still alive, he should already be middle-aged.

I suddenly discovered that sometimes, as long as they have existed, this memory in your world will become very vivid one day, even if it was forgotten before.like...

I remember, when I was a child, I was mischievous and fell into a well that had been dry for several years, which was full of cobwebs. When I fell, a cloud of dust flew up and hit my face, which made my tears come out .

It's not pain, I've never been afraid of pain.

I look at the well twice as thick as me, which is equivalent to seven or eight times my height