[Hakata Baba Forest] A day like today

And last time!You also broke my hair tie!Do you know how long I waited in line to get that limited edition! ?

It's okay not to turn over the old accounts, but once it was turned over, Lin Zhen was shaking with anger.He threw his chopsticks and stood up, angrily complaining to the racecourse, you boring straight man!

what! ?

Ma Chang was sitting on the sofa holding a bowl, followed Lin to look up at him.He frowned even tighter than before, but when he accused Lin's machine-gun-like mouth of "ba-ta-ba-da", he was so angry that he almost laughed, and for a while he didn't know which sentence to refute him first.

Not to mention the problem of straight men - would a straight man in the strict sense sleep in the same bed as a beautiful boy who wears skirts every day?No matter how beautiful it is, okay!And what childish behavior is it to quarrel and turn over old scores, are you an idiot high school couple!

Why is it more troublesome than being in love with a woman... Ma Chang is simply a headache.Facing Lin's naive behavior, as the older party, he tried his best to suppress his anger, rational and objective, and put down the bowl and opened his mouth with the special emotion of "don't let mentaiko eat".

Lin Lin, don't talk about anything else, your dish is really delicious, I'm not wrong!If salt is turned into sugar, it is really inedible!That's why I took the mentaiko out to fix it, it's to save lives!

Unexpectedly, he said "unpalatable" again, Lin clenched his fist until the palm of his hand hurt, and couldn't help but roared loudly.

……you this!boring!Stinky man!Middle-aged salted old man——!

He was afraid that he would be so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage if he said one more word to the horse farm, Lin jumped up and strode towards the entrance after shouting.

The racecourse was stunned by his yelling, and he almost missed the chopsticks in his hand. It can be seen that Lin ran to the door to change his shoes. He didn't have time to care about "stinky man" or "old man", so he asked, where are you going? ?

runaway!

Lin put on his shoes and stood up straight while announcing loudly, pointed at the racecourse with one hand on his hips, and said angrily, "Go with your mentaiko!"

After leaving this sentence, Lin slammed the door and ran away, leaving only one person in the racecourse unable to react to the closed gate.Before he could say anything, his half-open mouth closed again embarrassingly.

Ma Chang slowly looked away, looking at the two plates of Lin's failed works and a box of delicious mentaiko on the table, he didn't know whether to continue eating this meal.

What kind of plot is this about an adolescent rebellious son running away from home... Helpless and funny, he suddenly remembered the "old man" that Lin had yelled just now when he lost his temper.Ma Chang raised his hand and stroked his face, feeling really hurt in his heart.

Lin, who was yelling at everyone, continued to get angry.

He was more than angry, he was about to explode, stomping his feet step by step while walking on the road, his little high heels made a "da da" sound.

Lin wouldn't have learned how to cook if he hadn't been afraid that he would die young if he ate mentaiko rice bowls with the racecourse every day.What's more, he usually eats one, and he wants to eat three. If the famous warrior Renhejia really died of high blood pressure, it would be a real embarrassment, okay?

Lin used to live a hard life, and didn't use much of the earthen stove at home. Whenever possible, his mother always made warm food for his siblings to eat. I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child.Now it's my turn to seriously cook for others for the first time, and this stinky horse farm still thinks it's "unpalatable", which is really annoying.

When he was in a hurry to cook, he also burned his hands. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Lin suddenly kicked the soda can that was thrown away by the side of the road.

Lin frowned and headed straight ahead without looking at the road. He went straight, turned the corner, and then went straight, until he came to the fork in front of the Zhuzikou in a foolish way.

It must be that I was sent out by the racecourse to run errands to buy mentaiko so many times before that my body has memorized the way.Standing in front of the traffic light with her mouth pouted, Lin began to feel angry at herself for being worthless again.

The electronic bird chirping sounded, Lin hesitated for a moment, and followed the pedestrians.The pursed mouth also turned into a smirk, and the tails of those cat-like eyes narrowed slightly, with a sly flash of light.

He decided to go shopping at Fukuya under Hakata Station.Don't you like the horse farm? If you eat him to death, you will never cook for him again anyway!

The wish is grand, but there are many obstacles in its implementation. At the first pass, Lin almost didn't fall down.

Recently, Fukuya is cooperating with some new programs to launch various activities.Lin bought too much, and the store gave him a bunch of event gifts, causing him to carry a lot of big bags and small bags, which were extremely heavy.

It usually takes only 10 minutes to run errands back and forth, but Lin walked out double today.He was panting with the big gift bag of mentaiko, and looked up at the big words "Bachang Detective Agency" on the glass of his house, and suddenly thought, actually, the racecourse should be dancing with joy when seeing so many mentaiko.

Lin suddenly became discouraged, discouraged in his heart, and also discouraged in his hands. He bent down and lowered his hands to let the pile of shopping bags fall to the ground.The palms that had been tightly bound loosened, Lin murmured to himself, what the hell am I doing...

This was another failed run away from home, a little more failed than the time when I met an old friend in the past.Last time I managed to walk a few miles, so what is this time?It can only be regarded as being angry with a middle-aged man who has no interest.

Thinking of this, Lin sighed again, and secretly swore "I can't be like this in the future", took out the key and inserted it into the lock.

It was only half an hour before and after his act of anger, and it was still dinner time, and the aroma of food was faintly wafting from the neighbor's door.Lin pushed open the door, and the dusk of Bodo still seeped into the room from those side-by-side floor-to-ceiling windows.

And the racecourse was exactly the same as it was half an hour ago. He sat on the sofa without moving his place. He was bathed in the dark golden sunset sun, and even read the newspaper in a daze.

Even though he said such exaggerated words, this guy is not nervous at all!

Lin Gang's anger downstairs came back in an instant, and his mouth pouted unhappily again.He decided not to talk to the racecourse today unless he apologized first.

Lin secretly competed, and refused to even say "I'm back", but the horse farm turned to look at him as if nothing happened, and smiled lightly, Lin Lin is back.

Wow, it's even more annoying!Lin was furious and didn't answer. While changing his shoes, he tilted his head and squinted at the racecourse, and suddenly froze.

The mentaiko gift bag in his hand fell to the ground again, but instead of putting it down for a rest, it fell in a mess on the ground with a muffled sound.Lin opened his mouth, his lips trembled a few times but he couldn't make a sound, he just stared blankly at the racecourse as if he froze.

On the contrary, Machang glanced at several large and familiar shopping bags on the ground, and smiled even more.He showed a clear expression, put down the newspaper, stood up and walked towards Lin, and said with a smile, Lin Lin must have had a hard time carrying it all the way back.

The office in the horse farm is not big, and the space has become even smaller since it was squeezed into the forest.In the small office, the distance from the sofa to the entrance is only three or two steps, and the racecourse is approaching in the dusk on the floor, but Lin can't wait.

He took a step forward and approached the racecourse, so close that he wanted to lean forward to stick close to it.Because they were too close, and the racecourse was much higher than him, Lin raised his neck to look at him, and that posture suddenly had a devotion that was almost devotional.

The gold in the evening was completely blocked by the horse farm, and he reached out and grabbed his hand in the shadow of the horse farm.

Lin's hands were trembling, but his voice trembled even more.He murmured, Ma Chang, what are you doing, getting old...