Ome Quartet of Snow Country

Chapter 68

The silver needle penetrates and pulls the red thread.

Shangzi sat by the window, concentrating on sewing the puppet in his hand, until the two parts were completely connected together, then picked up the scissors, and carefully cut off the needle and thread.

Before starting the next step, she looked up at the white clouds in the sky that were stained with twilight, and then at the opposite house.

"Hasn't Chunhai come back yet..."

Mori see home.

Naruse was lying face up on the floor, with Morimi in disheveled clothes sitting on top of him.

Looking at the ceiling, and her broken and flustered face, he couldn't help but sigh.

"...too cunning."

Morimi was soothing himself when he opened the door.

When he encountered such a thing, his first reaction was to feel embarrassed.

No matter for him or for Senjian's consideration, leaving immediately is the most correct choice.

However, Mori Jian didn't seem to think so, and chased after him crying, but tripped over his pants at the door of the room, fell to the ground, and didn't move for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was not right, he had no choice but to turn around and help her, but when he was least prepared, he was pushed down by her and pinned to the ground.

"Forget about it..."

Sitting on his waist, Sen Jian pinched his neck with both hands, as if ready to exert force at any time, "Forget about it—"

"Okay." Naruse closed his eyes, "I've forgotten all about it."

"..."

How could it be possible to forget so quickly?

What's more, she is still pressing on top of him naked.

Obviously just want to vent a little pressure...

Developed into the current situation, Morimi felt that he was only one step away from a complete collapse.

What should she do……

I want to die.

"Wait a moment--"

Sensing that her hands suddenly began to exert force, Naruse tried to pretend to be dead to get rid of this embarrassing situation, and immediately opened his eyes, "Are you going to kill someone to silence you?"

The expression on her face was half numb and half overwhelmed about to cry.

"It's okay, it won't hurt, it will be over soon, I will bury Naruse by your favorite river..."

"..."

Morimi is broken.

Naruse could only push away the palm of her neck, and with a little force, she let go immediately in pain.

The pain in her hand made her wake up a lot, and there was also a feeling of coldness and pain everywhere in her body.

The moment I tripped and fell to the floor just now was real.

Hit hard by the pain and lingering shame, she lay down and curled up against his chest, her voice hoarse.

"I really want to die..."

Looking at the ceiling, Naruse didn't intend to feel the soft touch from his waist and chest, but felt cold under his body and his head hurt.

"In short...put on your clothes first."

After nearly half an hour, Morimi came down from the upstairs room after changing clothes.

During this period, except for ordering Naruse not to leave, she didn't say a word.

Sitting in the living room, seeing that she was finally willing to come down, before Naruse could speak, she spoke first.

"When Naruse was in Tokyo, didn't he have a few girlfriends?"

"No... eh?"

"yes."

She brushed her hair behind her ears, and said calmly, "No wonder you get all fussed just by seeing a girl's body."

"..."

Naruse really didn't want to talk to her.

Who the hell was crying and wanting to die just now?

"Yes, I'm really sorry."

She came and sat down, her face still remained calm: "I will forget it, and you should forget it too."

"Ok."

On both sides of the low table, the two glanced at each other.

"If you dare to say it, I will kill you."

"...Understood, don't say any more."

Despite his multiple assurances, Morimi couldn't help but sigh heavily.

She covered her face, bowed her head in silence for a while, and then opened her palms slightly, looking at him from between her fingers.

"abnormal."

"..."

In order not to irritate her, Naruse said nothing.

"It's really abnormal to stay in the house of a young girl who is alone all day without making a sound."

"You think too much, I just came here."

"is it?"

"After reading the book, I will go back."

"what book?"

Thinking of Morimi's state in the morning, Naruse guessed that she hadn't noticed it at all, so he didn't bother to elaborate.

"I bought it in your store. I finished reading and found you fell asleep in the room, so I went home first. What time do you think it is?"

Mori was silent for a while, lamenting in his heart that it was not a coincidence.

"Why did you come here at this time..."

"I regret it too."

She glared at him and wanted to say something, but she didn't speak.

Naruse stood up, "If it's okay, I'll go back first."

"What are you doing here today?"

He looked at her, and she picked up the torn book on the table, "You have to mend this, right?"

"Is there still time today?" Naruse asked.

"It's not a big deal."

"I mean... well, are you doing okay?"

"I said no question."

Sen Jian glared at him, put down the torn book, "Wait, I'll find tools to repair."

"do you need my help."

"Do you know where to put it?"

"do not know."

"That's it."

Naruse didn't say anything, and sat down, and Morimi, who stood up, suddenly made a stomach sound.

goo—

"..."

The noise went on for a while.

She put her hand on her stomach, and glared at him again, "Don't stare."

"Not staring." Naruse's rebuttal was somewhat weak.

"I haven't eaten all day and night," Mori said.

"Ah."

"Did you just 'hmmm' and keep sitting?"

"..."

Naruse stood up, "Are there any ingredients here?"

But she smiled, "Can Naruse really know how to cook?"

"Not particularly good at it, at least I can eat it myself."

"I thought Shangzi had already spoiled you."

"What are you talking about, what Shangzi ate today is the breakfast I prepared."

"yes."

Mori Jian didn't dwell too much on this issue, "The kitchen is over there, the ingredients are all in the refrigerator, and I don't know what else there is."

"What would you like to eat, Senjian?"

"Whatever, Naruse will do as he sees."

She continued to look for tools to repair books, and Naruse went to the kitchen, opened Morimi's refrigerator and looked.

"Do you have udon noodles... just right."

It takes a while to cook udon noodles, there are no other ingredients, and it is relatively simple to make.

Seeing that there were eggs beside him, he also took them out.

After lighting a fire to boil water, Naruse opened the back door next to the kitchen and looked, and sure enough, there was a small vegetable field outside as he remembered.

He cut a handful of shallots, washed and chopped them, and set them aside for later use.

"--found it."

Naruse turned his head, and Morimi was looking at him with a gray tool bag in his hand, "What are you going to let me eat?"

"Udon noodles. Is that okay?"

"Well……"

"Add another egg."

"Okay." She laughed, as if she had forgotten all the pressure and what happened before.

Naruse turned back again, "Then just wait a little longer."

"it is good."

She carried the kit and went to the living room. Naruse stared at the cooking pot, and suddenly remembered that Shangzi was still waiting at home, so he sent her a message saying that he would be back later.

After cooking the noodles, adding green onion and eggs, Morimi said that he wanted to eat it in the living room, and Naruse brought it over.

"Is there only one bowl?"

"Isn't that enough, then I'll cook some more."

"I mean Naruse's own."

"Dinner? I'm going home later."

She didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a noodle and brought it to her mouth.

"hot……"

"Be careful."

She blew and sucked the whole noodle into her mouth, and the smile appeared on her face again.

"The taste is really good, more than I expected."

"You're just starving."

Naruse glanced at the torn book that was set aside, it seemed that it had been repaired.

He reached out to take it, but Sen Jian's eyes suddenly opened wide, with noodles stuffed in his mouth, he could only grumble.

With a snap, the book fell out of its hard cover and hit the table.

"..."

Naruse looked at Morimi, she swallowed the noodles and looked at him, "I haven't mended it yet. Now all the previous work is in vain."

Embarrassed, he looked at the tool bag next to him.

"Just stick it with glue, I'll do it..."

"—and don't move."

The professional issued a warning, and he withdrew his hand obediently.

"I'll talk about it after I finish eating." Mori Jian took off his foggy glasses and took another sip of noodles.

(End of this chapter)