Beauty has a lot of bad thoughts

Chris Maeda puffed up his cheeks, put his hands on his chin and thought for a long time: "It's a bit unfair! Dingbangsang, I have never eaten such an expensive ingredient. How do I know what the taste of sea old taro is? What will Dingbangsang use? I don’t even know the ingredients! What if I don’t guess it?”

"Try it before you talk." Xue Dingbang smiled and gave him a piece of stewed beef, "It would be a pity to give up without giving it a try."

Chris Maeda bit his chopsticks, tilted his head and stared at Xue Dingbang for a long time: "Can you give me some hints?"

"Hmm..." Xue Dingbang thought for a while, "The dishes I cook are salty."

Although Maeda Chris has already rolled his eyes too much today, he still does not hesitate to give Xue Dingbang another one: "There are no sweet dishes here! They are all salty! Dingbangsang, you really like to play tricks on people."

"I didn't play tricks on you." Xue Dingbang stared at Chris Maeda's face, his eyes burning as if penetrating everything, "I'm serious."

Chris Maeda has no choice but to taste every dish.All the dishes on the table were finished, but none of them were made by Xue Dingbang.Chris Maeda, who had failed in the quiz, simply played a rogue, and lay directly on Xue Dingbang's lap: "Dingbangsang is still teasing me, there is no such thing!"

"I made that plate of avocados." Xue Dingbang hugged Chris Maeda's body and shook gently, and gently kissed his earlobe and osprey bone, "Is it not enough time for me to make pickles for the first time? Is it salty?"

"What! Dingbangsang actually made pickles, which doesn't match your image at all." Maeda Chris squinted his eyes as comfortably as a cat, and raised his proud little chin to be stroked by the master, "It feels like making pickles ...the feel of a country granny."

"Just kidding, I made the daikon burn." Xue Dingbang kissed his eyelashes, felt the trembling from each eyelash, and landed on his lips, "How is it compared to before? Is there any improvement?"

Chris Maeda blinked, and held Xue Dingbang's face: "Will Dingbangsang make daikon yaki for me for the rest of his life?"

"Okay." Xue Dingbang grabbed his feet and stuffed them into the kotatsu, "I will always make you the dishes you like."

"Dingbang, I sold the large piece of land under the mountain to the Yamada family this afternoon." The warm kotto made Chris Maeda spread his toes so comfortably, he rubbed against Xue Dingbang's arms a few times , I found a more comfortable position and lay down, "If the Yamada family also wants the land in front of the house, I can only rent it to them. As long as you can give me some fruits and vegetables produced in the land every year-especially the big root ——It’s fine. Big Brother Ah Kuan said that he needs to discuss it with his father. If it doesn’t work, I’ll hire someone to farm the land! Then we can eat our own big root roast.”

Xue Dingbang gently kissed Chris Maeda on the brow, and whispered with his lips against his ear: "If you like it, I will plant it for you to eat. Tomorrow spring, after the land thaws, I will try to start farming."

"Dingbang..." Chris Maeda was greatly moved, and threw himself into Xue Dingbang's arms and said, "You will spoil me."

"I love you, Chris." Xue Dingbang said, "let me pamper you, can you? In addition, you have to get your reward, which is what you deserve. I found out about your father, and his location and name..."

Maeda Chris suddenly covered Xue Dingbang's mouth, with a serious expression: "I'm very tired, Dingbang. Let's go to sleep."

Xue Dingbang nodded and smiled in agreement.

The two huddled together under a quilt, snuggling up to each other in the cold winter.The feeling of skin-to-skin contact adds warmth and fascination.Xue Dingbang embraced the slippery and soft body in his arms, and asked softly: "You really don't want to know?"

"This kind of scum who abandons his wife and children, should I go to see him to make trouble?" Chris Maeda buried his head in Xue Dingbang's arms angrily, his voice was a bit muffled, "He must be the same as that dead old woman, no Will see me. So I'm not interested in knowing. I'm not that cheap. I'm not so cheap. I'm really tired today. Dingbang is too fierce. Please forgive me. I want to sleep .”

"Go to sleep, I'm here." Xue Dingbang patted Chris Maeda's head and closed his eyes.

Chris Maeda slept very unsteadily. He kept moving around in the bed, as if the bed under him was not a soft quilt, but a bed of nails.Xue Dingbang didn't blame him too much, but asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Chris Maeda replied like this every time, but it became more and more difficult to fall asleep.

After tossing around most of the night, the sky gradually turned white.Xue Dingbang was in a drowsy sleep, and felt that people around him got up on tiptoe.Xue Dingbang kept silent, pretended to continue to sleep, squinted his eyes to see Maeda Chris pushed open the sliding door and walked out sideways.

The cold wind in the early morning made the kitten shiver violently after coming out of the warm bed: "Damn it! It's so cold!"

Maeda Chris didn't even wear shoes, and jumped into the snow with bare feet.It snowed quietly all night last night, and the snowflakes just stopped for a long time.The morning glow pierced through the clouds and reflected on the snow, making Chris Maeda's eyes ache.He rubbed his eyes and staggered forward in a world of whiteness.

Sure enough, Xue Dingbang was still worried, and was sent out with a thick coat.Pushing open the sliding door, he watched Chris Maeda, like a kitten digging a hole, pawing and pulling in the snow with both hands.

"Chris?" Xue Dingbang called softly, waving at Chris Maeda, "Why did you go down without wearing shoes? Come quickly..."

Chris Maeda dug out the fast cloth from the snow, and held it tightly with his red hands from the cold.He twitched his red nose, and held back his tears, "Sure enough, this damn old woman's clothes are so expensive. If you wash them, you can sell them to second-hand clothes stores, and you can earn a fortune, right?"

The morning smog illuminated Chris Maeda's hair, and the golden light outlined his outline.He was backlit, and every hair was shining.

"Okay." Xue Dingbang jumped into the courtyard, wrapped Chris Maeda with his clothes, and hugged him horizontally, "Before that, I have something important to show you."

A few minutes later, Chris Maeda was half-body in the kotatsu, his chin resting on the table, watching Xue Dingbang busy in the room like a cute cat.

The box pulled out from the top floor is the belongings of Kiyoko Maeda.Seeing the notebook, Chris Maeda dismissed it: "Dingbangsang, it's early in the morning, I'm going to starve to death!"

"Chris, you may need to read this before making a decision." Xue Dingbang pushed Qingzi Maeda's handbook down in front of Chris Maeda, "I think Miss Qingzi told the whole truth in her diary. Maybe this What's in it will make you sad, but it's the truth."

Chris Maeda bit his lip and stared at the plastic-covered pink unicorn ledger for a long time: "Does Dingbangsang want me to read it?"

"I won't make the decision for you." Xue Dingbang said, "you have to make the decision yourself."

"Really, what's so interesting about such a gaudy and exaggerated diary!" Maeda Chris said, but he opened the magnetic button of the pocket book and started to look through the first page, "It's all boring things. Well, the handwriting is so ugly. And these stickers are simply too childish! Hurry up and cook, I'm going to be hungry!"

It is true that in Kiyoko Maeda's handbook, the first few pages are filled with the little girl's thoughts.I ate delicious desserts, my studies went well and I got [-] points in the test. Idol is really cute and sunny, and I will support him well in the future...

Kiyoko Maeda was just an ordinary middle school girl until that day came when her fate began to change.

Xue Dingbang turned to the bookmarked page and pointed to Chris Maeda: "Start reading from here."

Although his mouth was full of reluctance, Maeda Chris obediently obeyed: "Since Dingbangsang wants me to watch it so much, I will watch it well. Hmm..."

The content of this page is no different from before.

It says——The uncle of the Narita family is back, what a strange uncle.He is obviously not from the village, but he is a member of the Narita family.When I met him while collecting firewood, he would give me snacks and fruit to eat.

For several days in a row, it was all about this nameless "uncle".The content was so simple and boring that Chris Maeda yawned. He turned a page, and the style of the next page changed suddenly. It was no longer written in colorful ballpoint pens, there were no colorful paintings, and there were no cute stickers.

The thick black marker wrote several pages in a row, all of which were curse-like words.

brute

nausea

Dirty

die

go to hell

These words are too familiar to Maeda Chris, and the abuse from his mother in his childhood is clearly ringing in his ears at this moment.Chris Maeda's beautiful brows were tangled in pain, and he put his hand on his forehead and slapped Kiyoko Maeda's notebook shut.

"I can't stand it anymore." Chris Maeda was agitated, scratching his hair, "She is a lunatic, would a normal person write these words in a diary? Was she possessed by an evil spirit or was she cursed? Stuff makes me uncomfortable."

Xue Dingbang gently opened the notebook, and turned to the page that Chris Maeda saw: "Continue to read, there are different contents below."

"Then, Dingbangsang..." Chris Maeda rolled his eyes, moved his little buttocks to rub against Xue Dingbang, "you hold me and watch! I feel so cold! No matter what time it is, this dead old woman makes people feel cold. I feel uncomfortable all over."

Xue Dingbang seemed to have a gentle smile in his all-inclusive eyes.He embraced Maeda Chris in his arms and let the kitten sit on his lap: "Come on, continue."

Chris Maeda turned to the next few pages. This curse of "go to death" lasted for more than ten pages.By the time it returned to a little bit of normal later, there had been more than three months since the previous diary.

That page of the diary is no longer written with colored ballpoint pens, and there are no stickers and beautiful little flowers drawn by watercolors.

The ink of the black pen and fountain pen was deeply imprinted on the paper, and the words through the paper were slightly blurred.The dark handwriting seems to indicate that the owner of the diary has lost all color since then, leaving only endless darkness in his life.

What Kiyoko Maeda wrote is far darker than ink...

While reading, Chris Maeda's face turned pale.The frightening fact strongly impacted his senses: "No...it's not true, is it?"