NCCnovel Chapter 77 1 cups poured
Chapter 77 1 cups poured
In the end, the two sisters successfully settled in the Ubuyashiki family and changed their names to Ubuyashiki Nanako and Ubuyashiki Mimiko, becoming the youngest children in the Ubayashiki family.
Haruto has a good relationship with the juniors of the Ubuyashiki family. They are a group of cute children who have inherited all the advantages of Principal Tian Yin and Mr. Yoya. I believe the two sisters can get along very happily with them.
Later, he also went to see Nanako Mimiko a few times, and they all recovered well, and they were willing to try to get in touch with Qingli. After all, the girls were a little scared when he and Xia Youjie sang bad faces and the other bad faces. He is also normal.
Furthermore, Xia Youjie did have a deceiving face.
"What is this doing?"
"Have you ever seen braided hair? Thanks to Xia You, you also have long hair, so you can't tell?"
Xia Youjie pinched his chin and looked at Qingli, who was surrounded by three girls of the same age and braided his head, his expression became more and more strange.
"To be honest, your big and small braids have quite a big impact on people."
Haruto, who was sitting on the sofa, flipped through the pages of the book in her hands in a bored way, and glanced casually at the person who came.
"Be tolerant of children's crafts."
Paying attention to the bewildered face of the man, he suggested: "You seem to be quite envious, do you want to feel it too?"
Xia Youjie hurriedly rejected Sanlian: "No, no need, thank you."
After that, he walked to the empty seat on the sofa and sat down. Besides himself and Qingli, Fu Heihui was also sitting here, looking down at the animal picture book seriously.
So Xia Youjie's eyes turned to the book that was nearly a finger thick in Qingli's hand.
"What are you reading?" Seeing the text on the dark book cover, he thought for a while and suddenly realized, "Ah, so it's this, this suspense novel has been selling well in recent years, so it turns out that Saotome likes this book." In any style?"
Xia Youjie crossed his arms and thought for a moment: "I remember the author's name is... Shannv Rizhen? It seems to be a pseudonym that was forcibly pieced together with the keyboard, but it is a very popular novelist. TV often reports the publication of those books. masterpiece."
I have even heard of the author's name since I was in elementary school, and I have been writing continuously for more than ten years, so I can be regarded as a modern writer at the national level.
Qingli raised her brows inexplicably, and then looked away: "It's not bad, but he is a sad middle-aged man who is facing the three major fears of writers and can still go fishing and call it materials for inspiration."
Xia Youjie was stunned for two seconds before he realized what he meant, and said hesitantly, "Listen to your words...do you know the author?"
"Yes, he is my father."
"........."
He let out a thunderstorm in a flat tone as if discussing what to eat today, which caught him off guard, but the person involved didn't realize that he had said something astonishing.
Wait, Shannu Rizhen is actually a man?
Xia Youjie's thinking froze, and he was even more surprised.
Because the other party has never shown his face, and because women are often the protagonists and the portrayal and portrayal of female characters are three-pointed, most people in the market think that the author is a very thoughtful woman, so that he can write such touching stories. Impressive character.
Unexpectedly, it was a man.
While Xia Youjie was still in deep shock, she seemed to sense what was going on in his heart, Qingli shook her head, and began to perform emotionlessly with a sticky tone.
"Ah, you must be thinking right now—oh my God, Shannu Rizhen is actually a man!...Am I right?"
After speaking, he made an exaggerated expression, and as expected, he got a speechless expression from the boy beside him.
"But in fact, it's just that Dad likes to explain stories from a female perspective. He thinks that men's brain circuits are boring, and they don't have the emotional richness and expressiveness of women to resonate more."
As for the fact that most of the protagonists are shaped from the mother's character, it goes without saying.
In the final analysis, there is a big difference between the prototype and the derivative character. Except for fishing, I rarely contact other women at home, so I can only observe my wife and so on... Well, let’s save some face for Dad.
"...What an unexpected but reasonable answer."
After a while, Xia Youjie sighed faintly. The casualness of Xindao writer is like someone frantically analyzing the role of scenery description in it. However, it just happened to be raining outside the window when he was writing, so he didn't have any deep meaning at all.
"Brother Qingli, I can hardly braid my hair anymore."
At this time, Fukurotsu Miki, who had been silent all the time, intervened in their conversation in a low voice, and Nanako and Mimiko nodded in agreement when they saw her voice.
"I can't make any more, the remaining hair is not enough."
"Want to keep playing...hair braiding."
Hearing this, Qingli freed one hand to grope through her hair, and suddenly felt many long braids of different thicknesses, arranged in a mess and without any rules at all, and there were very few undamaged hairs, it was difficult to weave new ones .
I don't have a mirror at hand and I don't know what kind of Christmas tree my head has turned into, but judging from the reactions of Xia Youjie and Fu Heihui, it must be a very gaudy and strange shape.
Realizing that it was exactly as the girls said, he stretched out his finger and nodded his chin to look thoughtful, then turned his head without warning, stared at Xia Youjie's hair silently, and then shifted to his hair again. Then a malicious smile slowly appeared on his face.
Immediately afterwards, the girls also looked up, and the pitiful and expectant gazes like puppies could not be resisted by a person with a conscience.
Xia Youjie: "......"
"Hey, is there anyone? Open the door, open the door, I brought the birthday boy!"
Gojo Satoru's shout came from outside the door, and along with his voice, there was the sound of vigorously beating on the door panel, and the knocking continued without the slightest annoyance, until there were footsteps inside the door.
Nanako trotted to open the door.
Young children are not yet able to manage their expressions very well. All emotions are clearly written on their faces. They express their dissatisfaction with the behavior of the white-haired man in front of them unabashedly. Only then did the female complexion soften a little.
After completing the task of opening the door, Nanako turned and ran back to the house without saying a word, leaving the two of them staring at each other.
Looking at the back of the light-haired girl who was avoiding it, Jia Ruozi teased: "Congratulations, Wutiao, you are hated by children again."
Gojo Goku curled his lips, very confidently: "That means she has no vision, and can't appreciate a handsome guy like me. There is no cure for this kind of brat."
Jia Ruozi rolled his eyes vaguely, shook his head and waved his hands in disgust, and strode into the house with a black plastic bag containing something unknown.
Seeing the female classmate was choked by him again, Gojo Satoru walked in the door humming a song in a good mood, and was shocked by the scene in front of him as soon as he turned to the living room.
"Wow - what are you two doing, do you look more like a Christmas tree than anyone else?"
In the middle of the living room, two black-haired high school students with braids on their heads, let the three girls behind the sofa play with their hair as if they were sitting in a row. Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing out loud as much as the picture wanted, and he didn't forget to put the cake box in his hand on the table before laughing.
"Is this the toughness of people with short hair?"
Qingli's smile didn't change, she just patted the shoulder of Fu Heihui beside her, and pointed to someone who was laughing arrogantly over there: "Xiaohui, go, give him a punch."
The tool man Fu Heihui who was wantonly ordered by the elders: "..."
Xia Youjie, who was affected for no reason: "......"
Fu Heihui, who was the youngest among the children present, already possessed the ability of independent analysis. After a short thought, he decisively decided to ignore this sentence, and buried himself in the book as if he didn't understand.
Gojo Satoru laughed even more wildly.
Seeing through the child's mind at a glance, Qingli sighed helplessly: "Oh, why don't you choose to pretend you don't hear? Xiaohui also has her own ideas."
He looked like an old father who was heartbroken over a rebellious child.
Jia Ruozi on the other side finally couldn't stand watching the performance of these two people, and complained: "What have you taught the children, I really worry about their future."
"It doesn't matter, I believe the teachers at the school will teach them well."
"It doesn't matter, anyway, Wu is his guardian, isn't it?"
Home into the glass: "......"
As far as their proficiency in shirking responsibility is concerned, these two people are really a match made in heaven.
The family was overjoyed with nitrous gas, and simply put the plastic bag in his hand behind the sofa, bringing the topic back on track.
"Now everyone is here, but you said you would prepare a birthday party for me, haven't you prepared it yet, boys?"
Qingli, who undid her hair tie one by one, responded in a hurry: "Of course I'm ready, I've already boiled the broth and put it in the kitchen, I'll wait for someone to come and process the ingredients together, then make a sauce and it's ready to cook." .”
Gojo Satoru was full of excitement: "Oh! Then let's start quickly. Sure enough, we have to eat sukiyaki in winter."
Xia Youjie, who was also removing the hair tie from his head, was speechless when he saw his friend's performance.
"Why do you seem to be happier than the protagonist, Nitro?"
Hearing this comment, Gojo Gojo was immediately unhappy, and pointed at him, "Is there any problem? Are you the kind of person who eats with grief? That's too pitiful."
Xia Youjie: "......"
I really can't stop this man's mouth even if I eat.
All in all, the dinner was a great success under the joint efforts of the three boys, while the housekeeper in the living room lit candles on the cake, made a casual wish and blew out the candles, and then cut the cake.
A group of people sat around the low floor where the hot sukiyaki pot was placed, dividing the cake and adding ingredients to the pot, and it was very lively for a while.
Dinner lasted until after eight o'clock in the night, and the children who couldn't resist the sleepiness went to bed early. The closed bedroom door cut off the voices of the four teenagers outside the house, and the nightlife that belonged to the elderly followed.
Seeing that the children were not there, Jiarui Nitzi mysteriously walked behind the sofa and took out four cans of sparkling wine from a black plastic bag and put them on the table. He even picked up one of the cans and shook them slightly in his hand.
"Have a can? It's so boring to chat without ordering wine as a foil."
"Did Jiaru even buy this? You are really well prepared."
"Gratia is so bold, aren't you afraid that uncle police will take you away?"
"That's not good, we haven't reached the drinking age yet, how did you get the nitrous?"
The speeches of the three people became more and more irritating than the last one. Jiarui Nizi really admired them, and he didn't even give them a look.
She said unhappily: "I have my own way to buy wine, besides, there are only four of us here, so you can decide whether to drink or not."
The second half of the sentence was for Xia Youjie, because the first two reached out and took a can each very consciously, only the latter still cared about his image as a top student, but in fact it was just pretending, Nitro had already seen through it .
Xia Youjie quickly changed his words: "The birthday star is the oldest, so I'd rather be respectful than obedient."
Seeing that the other party obediently took the last can away, Jia Ru Nizi cast a satisfied look. Of course, it would be cool to drag others into the water when doing bad things.
"That's right, what's more, this sparkling wine is only twelve degrees, it's too bad to be drunk—"
Plop - the dull sound of something hitting the table rang in my ears, abruptly interrupting Niatz's words.
The three of them looked together, and they were facing Gojo Satoru, who was lying on the table in a daze, holding a can of sparkling wine that he hadn't had a few sips of in his hand.
"........."
Everyone looked down at the wine jars in their hands, and became strangely quiet.