early bird sold out

The first time Natsume Yoko confirmed that she liked a girl was in middle school. When the boy who liked her deliberately kissed other people in front of her, Yoko found that compared to the guy who kept sneaking eyes , I seem to care more about another girl.

Her sexual awareness enlightenment was not too early or too late, but Yoko really wanted to kiss someone for the first time in her life, but it was a few years later in Jiangcheng, under a cherry tree far away from her hometown.

Yoko majored in kimono in Japan, so she came to the School of Fashion Design during the exchange period without accident, and Ruan Mi was a model invited by her classmates from the School of Science next door to take promotional photos.

Later, Yoko thought that maybe Ruan Tang’s entry into the entertainment circle was not such an unbelievable thing, because when she and his mother met for the first time, Ruan Mi was also wearing the strange clothes that outsiders saw, standing under the flower tree, Surrounded by everyone's eyes and flashing lights.

Away from the people and the flowers, the model lady raised her eyes casually, and the cold beauty hit her heart, bursting into surprise.

Like her name, Ruan Mi is like a poem that is not easy to understand.

Her walking posture is natural and graceful, her temperament is charming and indifferent, even the camera only dares to look up at her lazy and half-down eyes.Such a girl may be more suitable for straight black hair-like Yoko... no, it's not the same, Yoko's hair color always seems to be malnourished-in short, the brown curly hair that the girl wore back then did not show at all. Contrary to that, compared to Crazy Bella in the magic movie, her curly hair was slightly less exaggerated, but she introduced herself after a few minutes: "My name is Bella."

"She's teasing you," the classmate joked, "She'll be called Hebe again after her curly hair is straightened."

That was the first time we met.

Yoko ended up simply exchanging her name.She was terrified in her heart, she didn't dare to look more, she was anxious to escape from here, but she was unwilling, so she had to hide in the corner.

She turned her head to one side, closed her eyes, and the sweet jelly color of the model lady appeared in front of her eyes again.

But she was caught anyway.

"Hey, little girl from Osaka Prefecture."

The girl's Japanese pronunciation is not very standard, but the Kansai people's looseness is very well grasped.

Ruan Mi's soft arms looped around the back of the girl's head, and when Yoko almost thought she was going to embrace him, the catkin turned into a white dove again and left quickly.

Instead, the scent of flowers lingered in Yoko's ears.

"Take it and play."

Miss Pigeon put a handful of early cherry blossoms in the girl's hair.

The wind chime by the door rang.

Yoko woke up from the memory, turned and looked over.

is a stranger.

She pursed her lips, and unconsciously caressed the warm teacup wall with her soft fingertips.

The woman's dress is very tasteful, and her appearance is so beautiful that her age cannot be distinguished. Compared with the introverted or even autistic past, her experience has added a lot of charm to her, and most of the people are prostrate under her self-imposed arrogance.But at this moment, the woman frowned slightly, as if she was a little restless.

Suddenly, there were two noises from the floor-to-ceiling windows beside him.

Yoko blinked and turned to look over.

This time it's not a stranger.

Xia Zhizhu, who was wearing a mask and peaked cap, was standing on the street separated from her by a side of glass, bending her eyes very gently.

How amazing, it turns out that she is the one who always scares herself first, which is most similar to her.

The corners of her lips were curved more naturally than she imagined before she came here. Yoko raised her hand to greet him, watched him walk to the door, pushed open the door that was about to be seen through amidst the sound of wind chimes, walked over step by step, and finally sat down. to their own front.

He even brought her a gift.

The colorful bouquet was entrusted to the woman's arms, Yoko lowered her head, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

She likes to grow flowers. When she was wandering around with Xiao Ruan Tang, she also used to put a few flowers sold at a discount by the flower shop at the intersection in the glass bottle on the window sill.

Those flowers always have all kinds of flaws, and the colorful collocations may not be harmonious, but the famous lady who has received professional education since childhood can always insert those defective products into a different style.The children on the side have followed suit, but perhaps they are not talented enough. Ruan Tang’s flower arrangements always seem to be overturned by God... the part that was thrown into the trash can, just like this bouquet of flowers at the moment , almost without aesthetic feeling, but full of vitality.

He seems to have changed a lot, even his name is different, but he doesn't seem to have changed at all.

Suddenly her eyes were sore, Yoko pretended to lower her head to smell the fragrance of flowers, and asked as calmly as possible, "Is it all right if we sit here?"

Although the private room in the corner is quite secluded, and they can't be seen from the outside after the curtain is drawn, Xia Zhizhu doesn't seem to be a person who can travel freely in public places now.

Recalling what Xi Zhao told him before, Xia Zhizhu shook his head and replied softly: "It's okay."

The outside world is in constant turmoil over the shady incident of the largest talent show in history that was suddenly exposed two days ago. The script is tricky, voting fraud, internal bullying, sexual violence, money laundering... and more farther, there are still unknown origins Blocked deleted anonymous messages time after time, suggesting that maybe those people even had human life on their hands.

The key words involve crime and suspense, which is much more exciting than Xia Zhizhu's urban emotional incest story, but because Xia Zhizhu also participated in that program, he originally thought that he would be used again with countless eyeballs with malicious intentions. The title pulled him, who had finally returned to tranquility, back into the whirlpool.

but.

This time, Xi Zhao protected him very well.

Programmers rushed to repair the servers of social platforms again and again with empty eyes, reporters rushed around high-rise buildings and alleys with long guns and short cannons, and countless netizens repeatedly asked and even questioned the latest news of the parties involved.

But Xia Zhizhu just said "It's okay", not only that, he also took off his hat and mask in front of Yoko.

"and many more……"

Subconsciously, he looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to their movements, and stopped when he saw the boy's face clearly.

The moment he stretched out his hand, Yoko realized that his behavior seemed to be inappropriate, but before he could take it back, Xia Zhizhu had already lowered his head and pressed his cheek to the woman's soft fingertips.

But it was just a light touch, like a small animal showing its favor, and it only took the initiative pitifully, and then there was a century-long wait for the caress that I don't know if I will get it.

But a century is too long.

Yoko raised her hand to caress his cheek.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Fu Yu broke another cup at the other end of the camera.

According to an extremely accurate zodiac public account at the beginning of the month, this month is destined to be busy and turbulent for the twelve zodiac signs.

Programmers, reporters, netizens, all parties involved... and as one of the behind-the-scenes masters of all this, Xi Zhao was so busy that he ran around day and night and couldn't sleep.

He doesn't have time to go home to visit his parents, but in the information age, even long distances can't break the transmission of family affection.Of course, the premise is that Fu Yu finally found out about what Xi Zhao did without telling her through the recent news on the major pages of the entertainment society.

He was stupid enough to want to be a hero.

The woman's exquisite makeup was smeared with a layer of cruelty by hysterical emotions.

"Why do you do this? Why, do this kind of thing without telling me again and again! Am I going to harm you? Xi Zhao, I am your mother!"

Control him, lock him up, spy on him, command him, smash the art he's shipped from abroad to please her.

Never trust him.

But she was his mother, so she knew about it.

"You won't harm me," Xi Zhao looked up at her, "but you won't love me either."

The video call was ended by the other party.

The weather forecast says there will be rain in Jiangcheng today.

Xi Zhao turned his head and looked out the window at the clear sky of Yancheng.

The windows here are not as spacious as his previous floor-to-ceiling windows, but they are better than clean and bright.

The laptop screen returned to the solid-color desktop that came with the system, and the mess in the video could disappear completely in his life in just a second.

I don't know how the shards of art are different from the shards of ordinary glass.

Xi Zhao walked to the window, rested his fingertips on the innocent window, and gently clasped it.

It's probably cold.

The feeling of unreality finally disappears in the bioelectricity generated when the skin touches.

The moment she caressed the boy's cheek, Yoko suddenly realized in a dumb voice that she and Ruan Tang hadn't been together like this for a long time, so long that she couldn't remember.

Ruan Tang was just an adult when he left her, and Yoko fell his leg at that time, and was shocked by the sudden knowledge of Ruan Mi's situation before his death, so he couldn't cheer up.

She couldn't figure it out.

I can't figure out why Ruan Mi suffered such betrayal and torture from the flesh and blood family, I can't figure out why I don't know anything for so many years, and I can't even figure out why she left Ruan Mi.

She couldn't remember how long she had been in a daze before she walked out of the house again. Looking at the sunshine outside, she suddenly realized that summer was over again, and it seemed that there had been no children in her yard for a long time. Greet her outside the door.

Ruan Tang looks like his mother, but he doesn't actually look that much like him. I don't know if it's because he was raised by Yoko, but his character and appearance have become more and more like his adoptive mother as he grows up.

If you don't mention it specifically, it means that the two of them are the biological mother and child, and maybe no one will doubt it.

But will the biological mother and child always be born like this?

The child born suddenly after the gay man broke up with her for many years, the biological father is unknown, and it is difficult to find the similarities with Ruan Mi in appearance and personality, only those pair of eyes that occasionally show the indifference that should be detached at this age when they are in a daze The eyes can perfectly reproduce Ruan Mi's profile in a certain moment.

She tried her best to treat him well, but she only let him call herself "Yoko". She returned to her hometown in order to provide him with a stable education and living environment, but she forced him to become withdrawn and withdrawn in a strange environment, and was surrounded by strangers. Her "family" are her illegitimate children, their thorns in the flesh.

She saw all this, but she was powerless to solve it. When Ruan Tang offered to leave, Yoko's first reaction was to be relieved for him, thankful that he finally had the opportunity to break this deformed bond.

"how are you recently?"

The most useless "how are you", always the answer "very good."

In the past, the sentence "very good" might have been mixed with comforting each other, but now Xia Zhizhu can guarantee that his answer is at least [-]% true.

That's great, Xia Zhizhu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn't even wanted to deceive Yoko at all.

I don't want to either.

I also don't want to have any more smashed glasses.

A low-key car was parked downstairs a few minutes ago, the rear door was opened, someone came out to talk to the person sitting in the back, and then that person also got out of the car, and after a brief farewell to the assistant, he raised his head and his eyes just met Face the window on the second floor.

Xia Zhizhu is back.

Gu Chenxing lent them the place where he grew up, a small two-story building located in the military compound. Since the old man returned to the countryside for the elderly, this place has been vacant like the house next to it, but there will still be some people from time to time. He Xingxing regularly petitions, out of boredom and stubbornness, trying to maintain a popularity here.

It seems that Xi Zhao and Xia Zhizhu always live in other people's homes, and the only set that belongs to them will be sold.

But that's okay, they'll soon have a new house, the one with vines climbing the outside walls, like here.

The door lock was unlocked, and the light came on from the hallway.

The vitality that was about to disappear was slowly filled up one by one in the sound of approaching footsteps, and in the hug given to him by walking all the way without getting lost in the direction of the destination, it suddenly turned into a tree warmed by the autumn sun. The sun shines on the slightly swaying maple trees.

Like a big cat with a cold outside and a warm heart, Xi Zhao bowed and buried his face in Xia Zhizhu's neck.

"What else did you talk about?" he asked.

It seems that when they are sitting in the teahouse, Yoko's frowns and smiles are played from the first perspective.

Xia Zhizhu carefully recalled the end, and concluded: "My work, my life. Her work, her life."

Now that Natsume's family finally has an official next-generation successor, Yoko gradually let go of the responsibilities she was unfamiliar with and wanted to avoid, and sat back in the dyeing house, quietly cutting and sewing clothes.

She plans to go to a distant place on the day when she is completely unnecessary, just like what she had promised with Ruan Mi but could no longer be realized.

Xia Zhizhu also talked about his little vision about the future that he hasn't told anyone yet.

The owner of the teahouse is fond of martial arts, and silently projected a movie on the wall of the hall.

Xia Zhizhu also participated in that movie. Although it was only a small supporting role in it, it was already the best resource and story he had received before meeting Song Ci.

A little man who died before dawn.

The projection was very close to them, occasionally looking sideways, Yoko suddenly recognized Xia Zhizhu's character.

This is actually very difficult, because he is an inexperienced ranger in the film. He always covers his face. When he died, the disguise was ripped off, revealing a face that was sculpted by the wind and sand.

Yoko, who hadn’t seen it yet, asked Xia Zhizhu about the follow-up plot, but the atmosphere was so good that Xia Zhizhu couldn’t bear to tell her that the small character in the movie was hung outside the city wall at the end, and it took seven whole days and nights before he was released. The old man who had only met once rescued the bloody corpse and returned to their hometown with his hairpin.

He deceived Yoko for the first time, and the little man finally went back to Jiangnan with the oiran in the desert.

"What about June [-]st?"

When she heard Yoko pronounce the familiar name in an unfamiliar tone, Xia Zhizhu was slightly in a daze, surprised at her understanding of herself, and suddenly reminisced about his investment in the play.

The first time he was born, the second time he was acquainted, he bent his eyes and told Yoko: Ah, Liu Yi finally waited for his little uncle.

"But I was still exposed." Xia Zhizhu said while sitting by the window.

It hadn't occurred to him that Yoko would have seen that movie.

——I heard that if you play someone who unfortunately leaves in the crew, according to the tradition, you will get a surprise red envelope.

--Um.

So before leaving, Yoko also gave him a red envelope.

In front of Xi Zhao, Xia Zhizhu spread out the palms that he had held all the way back.

Inside the red envelope is a peace amulet.

Xia Zhizhu looked up at Xi Zhao: "There is something I forgot to tell her."

"Which one?"

"The one you told me."

But it's not that he forgot, it's just that he was embarrassed and didn't know if he could just say what was in his heart.

——We'll just sit here, okay?

--It doesn't matter.

——I came to see my mother, so it doesn't matter.

— Am I going to hurt you?

——You won't hurt me, but you won't love me either.

——But since it’s my mother, it doesn’t matter.

Xia Zhizhu and Yoko greeted, chatted, wished tenderly, and in the middle of the movie, before the little people's masks were ripped off, they said goodbye to each other.Xia Zhizhu watched the woman's back leave first, and when she turned around to look over again, he smiled and waved to her.

But he never said that sentence, those two words.

Xi Zhao also forgot to say.

mom.

Xi Zhao looked at him for a while, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the back of Xia Zhizhu's head with his palm—or "rubbing" can also be used, they are small animals that hug each other to keep warm, and warm each other with their body temperature.

Xia Zhizhu stretched out his arm and put his ear on Xi Zhao's waist.

He hadn't understood Xi Zhao's habit of burying his head in his stomach before, but now he seems to understand.

Although Mr. Xi, who has exercised properly, has more proud abdominal muscles than himself, but when we put our ears on it, we hear the same words, coming from the body and the universe, inherited from our ancestors like a rumbling train sound.

There was nothing wrong with that original mutual aid agreement.

Both Party A and Party B have some minor illnesses that are not humane, but when Xia Zhizhu first signed Party B's name, he never thought that one day the two of them would really sit together like this and lick each other's wounds.

It is very painful to open the wound to find the gravel mixed in it, and it may even bleed again, but only in this way can it heal better, so as to avoid dying with the gravel in the flesh.

"Let's talk about it next time."

Xi Zhao seems to be coaxing him, but also seems to be comforting himself.

It was obvious that he should accept it as soon as he saw it, but Xia Zhizhu still couldn't help asking: "Is there a next time?"

Xi Zhao lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Xia Zhizhu's nose, his tone was flat but determined.

"I said yes, and there will be."

Mr. Xi never lied to pretty kids.