Sure enough, something like sudden change does not exist.

In games where there is no winner, there can be overtime, and if you don’t have fun together, you can also join several consecutive stalls.

There are many living upstairs and downstairs, whether you come or I go, it is very convenient.

Since returning from Hiroshima, I have been at Izumi Sakai's house and I haven't had time to restock the goods in the kitchen. Apart from tea, there are only a lot of wine that I temporarily quit because I have to protect my throat.

"There is only tea. If you don't mind, just accommodate me." Ye Zhao checked the kitchen inventory and said to her.

"It's okay," Sakai Izumizu replied.

Originally, I was very understanding here, but I followed and added another sentence, teasing him: "Anyway, the situation of not even preparing for anything has happened."

"Please spare me," Ye Zhao said with a smile, "I have already reflected on it."

Even so, this "black history" is a good thing to some extent.

If you tie breakfast and lunch together, so far, the reservation for breakfast, lunch and dinner has been realized. Now, the tea has been brewed. The rest has not been completed, which is the concert with its own background music.

"In this way, everything will be fulfilled." Ye Zhao took out the guitar and said to her while debugging.

Since it is background music, the music played has no layout or theme, and it just changes the rhythm freely and casually with the topic.

In this case, musicians who are addicted to music always have to play the piano while talking to the more comfortable they feel when they participate in interview programs.

Of course, for them, it's just to be entertained.

After chatting like this for a while, Ye Zhao pressed the sound hole of the guitar and stopped playing, "Is this feeling not bad, right?"

"I'm very happy." Sakai Izumizu replied.

After hearing what she said, Ye Zhao smiled, put the guitar aside, freed up his hand to hug her, "But I still feel happier this way."

The tip of her nose rubbed back and forth between her ears and neck, which had no special meaning, but it seemed like Wang Jiang was playing a game.

After taking a shower, both of them lay down on the bed.

After spending a whole day leisurely, each other was still energetic. After chatting about the afternoon's cinema, Sakai Izumizu mentioned his childhood.

"When I was young, I often used my fingers to make the image of a small animal and projected it onto the paper sliding door. In order to make more tricks, I specially saved my pocket money and bought such picture books."

The paper sliding door used in traditional Japanese houses is a natural shadow-painted screen, which is most suitable for playing this kind of projection game. Of course, for this reason, the situations that describe terrifying shadows are often seen through the paper sliding door.

"…When I went to experience the painting today, I thought of what happened when I was a child."

"However, my sister is very close to things related to craftsmanship." Ye Zhao said sincerely when she thought of her quick finding the key point and enjoying it.

"If I hadn't been a singer, I might have been a craftsman." Sakai Izumizu half-jokingly said.

While saying that, he raised his hands and his fingers changed dexterously, as if he was recalling the tricks she had studied and put into practice.

Seeing her doing this, Ye Zhao also raised his hand, "I only remember the pigeon's technique..." He fiddled with it indecisively, "Probably that's the case?"

I looked around, got out of bed, adjusted the lights, and tried using the wall as a curtain.

"There shouldn't be such a pigeon?" Sakai Izumi smiled.

"It was probably because I accidentally ate some strange medicine that would transform..." Ye Zhao murmured in a low voice, facing the wall, and continued to change his techniques, trying to help the transformed pigeon find the antidote to restore its original body.

Sakai Izumizu couldn't stand it, so she got out of bed, took his hand and corrected: "It should be like this, that's the case..." With her help, the pigeon reflected on the wall finally recovered its original body.

"Thank you, thank you." Imitating the tone of Natsume Soseki's cat, the pigeon on the wall nodded to her with kindness.

Sakai Izumizu couldn't help laughing, and her hands turned into a dexterous dove, and she said to him: "Please don't take it to heart."

Then, as if magic was applied, her hands turned into a docile rabbit, a slow-moving snail, and a naughty cat.

And when she was having fun, there was always a stupid dove on the wall that was unchanging and unchanging.

"Sister," the pigeon finally couldn't help being neglected, fell to the cat, and pecked her gently.

The magician was finally willing to put away her magic, and the cat transformed into the agile dove again, rubbing his neck comfortably.

The dove, which was soothed, flapped its wings and flew away from the wall, turned into a pair of powerful arms, clamped the magician and picked it up in the waist.

"Let's go!"

...

No matter how stalemate it is, there are moments to decide the winner. No matter how lively the party is, there are always times to end.

Similarly, although it was a pleasant time to spend with her after returning to Tokyo from Hiroshima, when the next day, when I was working again, I had to temporarily withdraw from this gentle country.

What surprised Ye Zhao was that only one day later, Akikikiri came to Tokyo from Osaka, and found his office based on the address and phone number reserved for her at that time.

In the afternoon, Ye Zhao, who returned to the office, met her again.

"Your office looks quite grand." Akikikiri said after the greetings.

The reason she said this was because after Shibuya's house was packed, the firm had moved all over during his tour of Tottori Hiroshima, Tottori, Hiroshima.

"Thank you." Ye Zhao said politely and half-jokingly: "When I see such a firm, I must have been more at peace, right?"

Akikikiri nodded and answered quite honestly: "Really."

Well... How beautiful it would be to say "even if you are not such a firm, you are trustworthy."

However, it would be strange if such words were said from her.

"But the speed is really fast. I thought you would take some time to deal with Osaka."

"Anyway, there is nothing to deal with, so you can leave at any time if you say you can." Akikikiri replied.

"Is that right..." Ye Zhao nodded, remembering something, "To put it, the contact information you left in the registration book at that time was also fake. It seemed like a skewer shop when you called it."
Chapter completed!