[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

Qianzhi pulled away the chair on the other side of the table, sat down slowly, with her palms facing down flat on her knees, like a child in kindergarten, well-behaved.

"Did something happen on the road?" The man on the opposite side raised his hand to adjust his glasses and asked, "You're three quarters of an hour late."

"The mobile phone was stolen," her eyes climbed to the menu on the left, the familiar words quickly matched with the memory, even the corners and corners were perfectly pasted together, and the blood was blended, "I can't grasp the time, and the road is blocked again. I’m so sorry for the car’s delay.”

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the woman touching his elbow calmly, carefulness and exhaustion were written on her delicately made-up face, and then she cast her gaze at her, more like a gentle comfort and gesture of affection than sizing her up.

"How old are you, why are you still so careless..."

Chie didn't say a word, just stared at the menu in a daze.After looking at it for too long, when I raised my head, the light shone directly into my eyes, and tears poured down involuntarily.

She turned her face hastily.

The waiter brought up the noodles for the three of them, and she reached for the chopstick box, but a pair of wooden chopsticks had already been handed to her.

She didn't answer, and stared blankly at the hand that put the chopsticks on the eaves of the bowl, retracted them, took off her glasses and put them on the left front.

The man lowered his head and began to eat slowly.He never made eye contact with her.

Qianzhi counted silently in her heart, one, two, three.The water mist quickly covered his lenses, and there was no sound in the attack.

The layout, seating, menu, soup base, habits and details, she buried her face in the huge soup bowl, and for a moment she mistakenly thought that her memory had gone wrong.

At that time, she was only six years old, and her father was only a clerk in an advertising agency, and the meager monthly salary could not even afford the living expenses.So my mother had to go out to make a living, picked up her university major again, and entered a private garment factory to do design.

Every big festival, when other children follow their families in and out of high-end restaurants, their parents will hold her and push open the door of this ramen shop.

The soup base is as thick as egg liquid, the sauce is sweet and salty, the barbecued pork is slightly burnt, but the meat is not so thick but very soft. The standard configuration of a large portion of seaweed fish board with dried bamboo shoots and soft-boiled eggs, as well as the father's misty lens, was once The sweetness that Chie cannot give up.

Later, my father was appreciated by the boss, and his career gradually improved. He was promoted all the way from a small employee and sat in the general manager's office; while the ready-to-wear designed by his mother received rave reviews in the market, and he worked overtime all day long. There were always calls from other big companies to poach her... ...The number of quarrels between the two has also increased along with the amount of deposits in the card, from whether to change jobs to simply going home to be a full-time wife. Have you taken care of the children in the past few years, from being late for dinner parties to being outside because you don’t come home all day? What are you fooling around... They bought a car and a house, so they changed to a co-pilot seat and slammed the door, and they also changed to a more spacious and bright living room, pointing their noses and scolding each other. Taking it out of the dishwasher and smashing it to the ground, the crisp sound passed through two thick floors, and finally exploded in her heart, the fragments flew, and the blood was mutilated.

Qianzhi sits in the middle of the bed with her knees around her knees. There is no light in the room, and the darkness stretches to the sky, as if the walls, tables and chairs, wardrobes and wall lamps no longer exist. laughter.

However, I still remember that sweet tongue, but I can only taste how bitter it is now.

She picked up the bowl and drank the last drop of soup, took out a paper towel to wipe the corners of her mouth, and lowered her head, the portion of noodles had already bottomed out.

In the end, it was her memory that made a little powder. Now she is sitting in the same position as before, looking at the menu of that year, reminiscing about the tenderness between her lips and teeth back then, only to realize that the portion of ramen in this shop is actually no different from other places.

So where did the massive joy and rich aroma in the memory come from?Is it because the three people once got together, burying their heads in eating noodles and being full of satisfaction, making people want to cry; or because the three people finally parted ways and went their separate ways, making people unable to cry?

She licked the corner of her lips and looked up at her parents.

Fortunately, the taste is still the same.

"Don't do this next time," fingernails stuck into his knees, and sweat dripped out of his palms little by little, "You all have families, everyone is very embarrassed..."

Then he clenched his fists tightly and spoke firmly.

"Even if it's for me, there's no need. Because, I... don't hate anymore."

She didn't take a taxi on the way home.My stomach felt warm and bloated, so I simply walked north along the main road.No matter how the car lights flicker, the light and shadow neon converge into a river, coming and going on the left hand side, and the stream is endless.

Suddenly I heard a short whistle, and the next second, the silver-gray Honda stopped beside me, and the window slowly lowered, revealing my mother's face,

She looked at herself, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were carved out with one knife after another over the years, "I'll send you back."

"Ah?" Qianzhi was taken aback, glanced at a family portrait hanging beside the navigator in the car, and suddenly smiled.

"No, I'm going alone. This road is safe."

Mother held the steering wheel with thin arms.

"No need really," she shook her head, "I'll call you when I get home, using the landline."

Then he stood in place and watched the car pour into the great river, and the double jump lights flickered a few times reluctantly.

Like saying goodbye.

A person walked slowly for a while, passing a park in the middle of the street, and was about to tease Atobe whether he should go in and sit down again, when his ears suddenly caught the sound of hitting a ball.

dong dong dong dong.

She saw a flash of light in Atobe's eyes.

Before he could open his mouth, Qianzhi turned around and went straight to the source of the voice, with the corners of his mouth raised, smiling like a little fox.

"Master..."

"Well, I know, don't thank me."

Of course, when she stood on the sidelines of the court, she realized the cruel fact that one of them would not fight the other at the moment, and she scratched her face to show that her limbs and mind were not touched.

Then he successfully used this old stalker so angry that Keigo Atobe rolled off his shoulders.

"How about," she reached out to poke his cheek, "I'll make you a miniature racket tomorrow?"

The [-]cm old man had a dark complexion, and his eyes were burning, staring at her fiercely.In the next second, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is this?"

In the direction of his finger was a three centimeter long scar.

"Oh, that," Qianzhi casually raised her wrist, glanced at it, and then put it down again, "it's the seal that opens the door to a new world. You don't even want to look at it."

"..."

"Then... when you sign a contract to become a magical girl, is it a proof of alliance made with blood?"

Atobe stared at her helplessly: "I want you to answer seriously."

"It's not cooperative at all..." She sighed and muttered softly.

"Forget it, it's okay to tell you," Takeuchi Chie stared at the shallow wound, her eyes were dry, "I once, thought about committing suicide."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!! This patient is in urgent need of blood transfusion, go to the blood bank and get a blood bag! Yes, type B, type B!!"

"Chie, you silly boy, do you know how worried we are..."

She was lying on the operating trolley with cold limbs, her father's distressed head and mother's tearful eyes flickered in the snowflakes everywhere in the distance and indistinctly.Turning her neck to the side, Qianzhi murmured as she counted tiles that were rapidly receding one after another. In the emergency building of the city hospital, the chaotic footsteps and loud noises were blocked from her ears.

At this very moment, the surgery trolley was shuttling between the present and the future, between reunion and parting. Such a breath of wind and rain made her feel like she had escaped all her memories for the first time.Chie Takeuchi used to be distracted. It was the shadow left by her childhood that ignited the fuse. The fear of claustrophobic space and darkness forced her to drive her soul out of her body and find a refuge so that she would not feel afraid.But the current daze is the real daze, no memory, no longing, no speculation, no emotion even, the head is empty.

She suddenly wanted to reject the future rebelliously, and she didn't want to be entangled in the disturbances between her parents. She had no responsibilities, no worries, no worries like that little girl many years ago. Let this cart explode in the corridor, and the flames completely engulfed her. Or just slide into the abyss, break through the decorative glass of the high-rise hospital, leap tens of meters into the air, fall into the congested traffic on the viaduct, and be buried completely amidst the sound of the horn.

The bed board under her body came to a sudden stop, and the door of the operating room opened inwards. Qianzhi suddenly raised her head and looked at the two faces in front of her.

Then a needle was pierced against the veins on the wrist.

The red liquid gurgled into the epidermis and merged into the middle of the raised veins.

She remembered something from biology class.The fresh blood is input from the vein, flows into the right atrium, right ventricle, pulmonary artery, pulmonary capillary, pulmonary vein, left atrium, and output from the left ventricle, and finally flows throughout the whole body. The bright red and dark red blend with each other.

She moved her fingers.

Something died without a sound.