North house meal

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Still came to visit.

I came to visit the club on the first day of school, no matter how I thought about it, it was a little early, but thinking that I would go home after leaving the school, Yonekura Zhixia still stayed.

Besides, Kashima Yu sat in the front seat of her, and turned around after class to ask her if she was ready.

As soon as the bell rang, Kashima Yu had already packed everything, and Yonekura Zhixia couldn't bear to refuse the other party's enthusiasm.

They left the classroom, and the head of the drama department waited for them in the corridor.It's not good to shame the senior, even if she has decided to join the art department.

Not long after arriving backstage, Kashima Yu was surrounded by girls. Unlike Kashima Yu who was eager to change into costumes, Yonekurae Natsu stood silently in a corner of the backstage.

Hori Masahyuki, who was still enthusiastic in the morning, approached her: "Yonekura-san..."

Yonekurae Xia looked sideways.

"Kashima, no," Hori Masahyuki said in a tone that seemed to be getting rid of the geocentric theory, "Is she a girl?"

Yonekura Zhixia: "...is it?"

Hori Masahyuki hugged his head immediately, and said sadly: "Seeing that the atmosphere between you and him is not as good as hers in the morning, I thought Kashima was a boy. What should I do if two girls are going to play the hero and heroine—"

At this moment, Kashimayou strode over, stopped in front of the two of them, and turned around: "How is it?"

It was only a change of coat and cloak, but the prince's attire could not have been more suitable to her.

Yonekurae Natsu watched Hori Masaoyuki's lost expression disappear without a trace.

He pressed Kashima Yu's arm vigorously, showing a smile that surpassed the sun: "Kashima Yu, welcome to join the drama club!"

"Thank you, senpai!" Kashima Yuya pressed Hori Masahyuki's arm back, as if a deep friendship had been formed since then.

It's too exaggerated, but watching this scene, there seems to be a hint of warmth in my heart.

Next, they learned about the composition of the drama department, including lighting, art sets, large and small props and performance groups.

Masahiro Hori belonged to the performance group, and he also decided that Yonekurae Natsu and Kashima Yu were going to enter the performance group, and started the on-site assessment directly.

The test clip comes from the comic "The Rose of Versailles", a love rivalry between the Swedish nobleman Filson and the queen Marie Antoinette.

Yone Cangzhixia held the script, always feeling a little bit like rushing ducks to the shelves.

Kashima Yu immediately entered the scene: "His Royal Highness, at the masquerade ball at the Paris Opera—"*

Kashima Yu performed Fierson's lines with affection, and it would be rude not to respond with the same attitude.

Yonekura Zhixia stared at Kashima Yu, then smiled, and stroked her face, but did not touch her: "Seeing you at that time, I seemed to see myself."

Kashima Yu lowered his gaze and smiled: "Your Highness the Queen."

Yone Cangzhixia continued: "It seems that in the cold environment, I can only protect myself..."

I'm not a person, I'm just a prop, said Marie Antoinette.

Of course she knew about the queen's guillotine, but it was the first time she learned about Mary's own story behind the title of queen.

The lights illuminated the stage, and Hori Masahyuki, who was sitting in the auditorium, also made up his mind.

At the end of the scene, applause rang out in the drama club. Although it sounded scattered, everyone shot very vigorously.

When she left the drama club, Kashima Yu was still immersed in the aftertaste of standing on the stage, talking to Yonekura Zhixia about her mood and feelings.

Yonekura Zhixia immediately realized that Kashima Yukai is someone who loves the stage, but what about her?

She doesn't want to be watched, she's not used to being the protagonist.Standing on the stage made her feel very uncomfortable.

"See you next week!" Kashima Yu said that he was going to pick up his sister, and said goodbye to Yonekurae Xia at the door.

The car that picked up Mi Cangzhixia was parked near the school gate.

She opened the car door and found that there were many bags piled up in the car, the kind of clothes in the mall, all piled up in the car one by one.Looking back, the trunk was also full of boxes.

"Miss Zhixia," the driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "Mr. has prepared a new house, and you will move there starting today. At the beginning of each month, you will receive a living allowance. Everything is up to you.”

A little unexpected, but expected.

Fuyuki City was divided into two parts by the Mito River.On the east side is Xindu, which is also the location of the Yicang family. It has been modernized in the past ten years, and every night is full of feasting and feasting.

On the west side is Miyama Town, where the once-prosperous old city buildings have fallen into dilapidation brought by time day by day. Yonekurae Natsuchu lived here before high school.

The car was parked outside a quaint western-style mansion.In fact, it is not far away. It takes about 10 minutes to walk from the school. The ramp that the car needs to drive goes up and down instead, which delays time.

Through the car window, Yone Cangzhixia saw her old home that she hadn't been to for several years.Pressing his hand on the car window, his fingertips slid across the glass, as if looking at a glass ball music box.

"It's still there."

At that time, my father thought the house was too old, so the family moved to a spacious apartment in Xindu.But she really liked this place better than the cold tall buildings.

"It was repaired by someone before, and I checked it when I brought things over in the afternoon. It should be no problem to live in..." The driver hesitated to speak.

"That's how I came here when I was in junior high."

"But you are the only one this time, miss." The driver hesitated.

That is to say, no one does housework.It was indeed a problem for her who had never cooked at all, but it was useless to worry.

"It's okay, Mr. Odogawa," Yonekurae Xia got out of the car with a few bags, "This is where I lived when I was young, and it will be fine."

With the help of the driver, Yonekura Zhixia moved the things to the corridor, saying that they were several boxes of clothes and daily necessities that his mother had sorted out.

She sat in the corridor, propped her face and looked outside.

It was nearly seven o'clock, the sky was dark in April, and the grass and trees in the courtyard were as messy as ruins. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

If this is the scene at the end of the world, she might feel a little lonely sitting here alone.

"April is really cruel..." Yone Cangzhixia stretched her waist.

Not sad, but definitely not happy either.In short, living alone is the beginning, first of all, we must fill our stomachs.

The kitchen has everything you need, but there are no ingredients in the refrigerator. The shopping street is nearby, not too far away.

In fact, she can go to a nearby friend's house to grab a meal, but the other party is busy with studies and has to take care of her mother, so she can visit again this weekend.

The shopping street is still the same as before, with MOUNT Miyama Shotencho written in red letters on a black background.

For the long-lost Yonekura Zhixia, this feeling is familiar and strange, like another world, on the edge of the fairy tale of memories and the clear reality.

The shops are so dazzling that it was difficult to make choices when I was a child, and it is still the same now.

If you want to eat something warm, there is Iahoro Star Ramen next to it, and it will definitely taste good if you can open it here.

"Excuse me." She walked to the door and opened it.

"Welcome!" The people in the store greeted immediately.

At this point in time, the club has just ended, and there are many student groups in the store, playing and jostling, it is very lively, and at first glance it is almost full.

There are two schools on each side of the shopping street, Inarizaki and Hokunohara.

Yone Cangzhixia didn't expect this, and immediately felt a bit of retreat.

"One?" A waiter stepped forward at this moment, smiling all over his face, and ushered her into the store: "Is it okay to sit here?"

Thinking that she had already crossed the threshold with one foot, Yonekura Zhixia still followed in.

There was a small table for two in the corner, and a group of students wearing Inarizaki school uniforms sat next to them. Judging from their stature, they belonged to the sports department. Although she had changed into a coat, she was still wearing the same school uniform underneath. As soon as she sat down, she attracted attention.

"A small portion of Chinese soup, a portion of vegetables and fried dumplings." Yonekura Zhixia put out the menu.

She leaned on the chair and met the gaze from the next door.

The nearest person was only an arm's length away, but the other person and the person sitting across from each other were eating noodles intently, forming a wall that also separated her from the people in the sports department.

They seemed to be almost finished eating, the one with white hair put down his chopsticks, raised his head to drink from the bowl, and folded his hands again: "Thank you for the hospitality."

He picked up the handkerchief, paused for a moment, and looked at her. There was no emotion in his indifferent brown pupils.

Yone Cangzhixia froze for a moment, only to notice that she seemed to be staring at the person all the time.

No way, she was hungry, her eyes naturally fell diagonally across, and she didn't have the energy to care who it was.

But she didn't want to look like she was peeking, so she didn't look away, but the waiter brought the plate in time, giving her a reason to look away.

"Thank you," she said to the waiter, taking out her chopsticks.

A group of people next door got up at this moment, talked and laughed and went out. The person who looked like a coach didn't forget to ask them to say "excuse me" to the people in the shop.

Just a wave of sports departments leaving, and others staying.

After leaving the store, the seniors walked before the exam, followed by the new students, most of whom were invited by Supervisor Heixu.

Da Erlian and Bei Xinsuke walked side by side at the back.

"The student sitting next to him just now was the student who was going to speak in the morning." Da Erlian said suddenly, "I'm in the same class as her."

"Well," Kita Shinsuke looked at him, "I know."

"How would you know?"

"When I went up, she was the only one walking in the opposite direction in the whole stadium."

"I see." Da Erlian nodded: "When introducing who she is, she was the only one who only said her name, Mi Cangzhixia."

"Rice warehouse?" Alan, who was in front of the tail, turned his head and asked backwards, "The rice warehouse?"

"Which one?"

"Well, it's a trader. It's said that half of the food here goes through the hands of the Mi Cang family." Wei Bai Alan said with a look of "how could he not know", "One of the tallest buildings in Xindu One is the rice warehouse trade.”

"Maybe it's not the same one." Da Erlian continued, "Why does such a young lady appear in the ramen shop near the school?"

"That's right." Weibai Alan nodded: "But it may also be a hobby. You see, popular female characters in comics are not often set to eat ramen."

Da Erlian was silent for a while: "Wei Bai, you are a foreigner, is it really okay to know this kind of thing that only a house can know?"

"I'm not—!" Weibai Alan repeated for the nth time today, almost jumping up: "I've been growing up here, I'm a native, and I can't sing rap either!"

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The author has something to say:

*The lines are adapted from Takarazuka's play of the same name

感谢在2021-12-0123:43:32~2021-12-0222:43:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Donggong and Wang Jingjing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!