After hearing this, Mingmei smiled.

There was less bitterness in the smile and more relief.

She turned her head and looked out the window, squinted her eyes and said softly:

"They didn't leave, they just lived in our hearts in another way."

Seeing that Akimi had already let go, Mitsuyu smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Kumyo, thank you." Akimi turned around, looked at Kumyo and said, "I feel like I'm feeling much better."

"You're welcome."

Without talking about this heavy topic, Aomi's mood improved, so Guangyou pulled the topic back:

"Sister, what do you think of this painting?"

When I saw this painting again, Mingmei was still a little surprised.

However, compared to the first time she saw it, she was less sad at this time.

She looked at the "Miyono couple" on the draft and smiled:

“It’s very similar.”

"I think Shibo will definitely like it."

“By the way.”

As she said that, Aomi suddenly remembered something. She looked up at Kwangyou and asked:

"Kwangyou, I think your painting seems to be almost done, just coloring is not enough. So when are you going to give this painting to Shibao?"

"Her birthday?"

"It's still Valentine's Day, Christmas or something."

Faced with this problem, Guangyou smiled and kept it a secret:

"no."

“Birthday gifts are another.”

"As for when to give this painting to her..."

"You will know when you give it away. Let me hide it first."

Since Guangyou said that, there must be his reason.

Therefore, Akimi did not ask questions. As Mitsuyu said, she would know when she gave it to her.

She straightened up and said to Kwangyou:

"Kumoyou, if possible, can you give me one when you give it to Shibo?"

"Of course it's OK." Guangyou agreed without hesitation.

"Yeah." Mingmei took a look at the photo, then moved her gaze away.

Seeing this, Guangyou put away his phone and deleted the photo.

Putting away the phone, the two of them tacitly talked about other topics, as if they had forgotten that this happened.

After chatting for a while, Xiao Ai's voice came from the kitchen:

"You two can go wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

Then, Guangyou saw Xiao Ai wearing an apron walking out of the kitchen with a dining plate.

In this case, he naturally could not wash his hands honestly as Xiao Ai said. The correct way to do it should be to come forward and help bring out the dishes.

Xiao Ai did not refuse, but just remembered some of the words she had just heard, looked at Guangyou more, and smiled a little more.

...

As the sky gradually became late, the lights of thousands of homes were lit up, and together with the various neon lights, illuminating a small night sky in Tokyo.

Others don’t know, but the atmosphere in the apartment at this time was very warm.

Before coming, Guangyou promised Xiao Ai to prepare dinner, but he did not agree to let her clean up alone.

Taking advantage of this reason, after dinner, he and Xiao Ai cleaned the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

Akimi lies on a rocking chair next to the window.

She held a book in her hand, and when she flipped through it, she would occasionally raise her head and look into the kitchen.

Although she didn't hear the sound, she knew that the two should be in a good mood at this time.

I am reading a book with my eyes, but my mind is not here.

When the two of them came over last time, she heard from her sister that she wanted to help Guangyou do something instead of just enjoying his efforts.

Now it seems that my sister has gotten what she wants.

Although this is very small, it is enough.

As the two of them spent more and more time together, my sister who was in love for the first time finally stopped worrying about these things.

Giving for the sake of giving is not a good thing, but a bad thing.

However, there is something to say.

The relationship between the two is really good.

Just when I was cooking, Guangyou sprinkled dog food several times.

Mingmei, who was unwilling to read, simply put the book back on the bookshelf, closed her eyes, and as the rocking chair swayed slightly, her rosy lips slightly opened, and she muttered to herself:

“Family…”

“How long has it been since I felt this feeling.”

"I miss you so much."

“It’s a pity that people are not all.”

A figure gradually emerged in her mind.

Remembering that Guangyou was about to arrange for the two to meet again, Aomi smiled softly:

"I hope that day will come soon."

...

Putting the last plate back in place, Guangyou breathed a long sigh:

"It's finished."

"Go out and have a rest." Xiao Ai walked to the refrigerator, took out a box of milk from it, and asked Guangyou, "Do you drink milk?"

In the past, she had no habit of drinking milk.

The most common drink is coffee because it needs refreshment.

However, since Guangyou asked her to drink less coffee and instead drink milk, she has gradually become accustomed to drinking a cup of warm milk in the morning and at night.

Perhaps it was because of psychological effects that she felt that after drinking, her sleep quality improved a lot.

"Drink." Guangyou gave a positive answer.

After pouring three cups of milk and putting it in the microwave, Xiao Ai said to Guangyou:

"You go to the living room to rest."

"I'll take it out later."

“Be careful of the hot hands.”

"knew."

He didn't stay in the kitchen for too long, nor did he think that he had to help Xiao Ai take it out. After giving this advice, Guangyou turned around and left the kitchen.

When Guangyou left the kitchen, Xiao Ai leaned against the edge of the table next to the microwave and whispered to himself:

"Gift..."

"What did he prepare? So mysterious."

She heard some conversation between the two in the kitchen.

But I didn't listen to it all.

She didn't know that Kuwai was going to give her a hand-painted family portrait.

I heard the words "birthday", "Valentine's Day" and "Christmas" mentioned by my sister.

I didn't hear Guangyou's words "Birthday gift is another."

She was looking forward to this mysterious gift.

In less than a minute of hot milk, she guessed what the gift was.

There was no clue, which left her with no idea.
To be continued...