This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"It is said that the **** Kitagawa gave the oracle, and the believers are very happy, saying that they can finally help the **** of Kitagawa. This is not so much trouble, it is more like "Akisasa Yuna over there" Weirdly glanced at the news in the Beichuan Support Association, and replied to the Beichuan Temple on the other side.

How should I put it, Akashino Yona looks a bit complicated now.

There are two computers in front of her. One is about the response of the followers of the Beichuan Royal God Society, and the other is the computer she used to handle the Beichuan Support Society.

At this moment, the believers of the Beichuan Royal God Society on the left are all discussing excitedly:

"The Beichuan Royal God has finally issued his oracle!"

"I'm already in a hurry! I just went to the Internet cafe to open a box! Take turns to vote for the Beichuan God! I ran out of identity information and asked some of my friends to borrow it!"

"The only **** in my heart! Beichuan Royal God!"

"What's the matter? Why isn't the voting website available? I still have to vote. I just got the identity information of my family members. Why didn't I vote?"

"Eri Beichuan is the saint of the Beichuan Imperial God Society!"

"God's substitute!"

""Akisasa Yona could not withstand the fanatical beliefs of these people, so she could only temporarily close the forum and look at the support club on the right.

There was a lot of noise on the Beichuan Royal God Club, and the support club on the other side did not stop.

Most of this support club is composed of girls, but only a few male believers who particularly like Beichuan Temple have joined.

"I voted for more than ten votes for Beichuan Yushen!"

"me too!"

"Speaking of who is this Kitagawa Eri? Is it Mikami-sama's younger sister?"

"I guess so, since she is the younger sister of Lord Mijin, she is the little saint of the support club!"

"I've seen Beichuan Mijin before, and I secretly took photos, Mijin-sama is so handsome!"

With that said, I also attached a side face photo of Beichuan Temple that was not very clear, with love and petals on the side.

To be honest, like this kind of photo, Beichuan Temple himself saw the person who might have come out with bare hands and tore it alive.

But considering that Kitagawa Temple didn't know about the fan club of Kitagawa Support Club, Akashino Yona turned a blind eye to these things.

And in all fairness, Beichuan Temple is indeed beautiful and handsome, coupled with a long body and a cold complexion. Wearing a white hunting suit is more like a god-like appearance that really reveals a god.

This stabbed some of the little girls, which made these little girls fiercely discuss how handsome Beichuan Mijin is.

"His" Akashino Yona shook her head and shrank her head at the same time.

If Beichuan Temple saw the appearance of the Mishinkai and the Support Association, it would probably tear her alive first.

But to be reasonable, such a group of fanatical believers must not be able to publicize them outside, so as not to mislead some young people with normal three views.

What Akashino Yona can do is to give them a network platform, which is a place to vent their belief in Kitagawa Temple.

"I gave an oracle?"

The Beichuan Temple over there seemed to have just accepted a certain setting, and was silent for a long time before asking hardly.

"Uh" Akashino Yuna opened her mouth, closed the two pages subconsciously, and said: "That is to say, the matter of voting is an oracle issued in your name. In fact, this is quite normal."

silence.

There was a long silence.

Shocking silence.

Beichuan Temple finally said: "You can't do anything, right? Miss Qiu Xiao."

"Hey? I didn't do anything." Akashino chose to pretend to be stupid: "It is Kitagawa-kun who wants to borrow the power of the Kitagawa Oshinkai? As I said earlier, the Kitagawa Oshinkai is an orthodox relief society. It is similar to the Red Cross organization that is willing to help others. Even if I personally give orders, those believers will not necessarily obey it. After all, Kitagawa-kun, you are the true spiritual leader of the Royal God Society."

This makes sense.

Ordering in the name of Beichuan Temple can indeed gather a large number of believers at once, which is better than her name as Master Guangde.

In particular, issuing orders in the name of Beichuan Temple is also conducive to increasing the cohesion of the Beichuan Imperial God Society.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple grudgingly accepted this statement, and then asked: "There should be nothing wrong with you recently?"

"There is no problem." Akashino Yuna replied immediately.

The Oshinkai is already on the right track. She was just discussing the establishment of a branch dojo in Tokyo and the promotion of the Kitagawa Oshinkai.

"Yeah. Then I'll hang up the phone first." After Beichuan Temple finished this sentence in a steady tone, he hung up the phone.

At the same time, he frowned, thinking that Akashino should still be hiding something from him.

But no matter how much Akisino Yona conceals it, it is impossible that some people who are extremely fond of Beichuan Temple have appeared in the Kitagawa Oshinkai. It is only right for Kitagawa Temple to vote on the web at this time when he still has to work.

Beichuan Temple stuffed the mobile phone into his pocket and walked home carrying the ingredients.

He just called Akashino Yuna while shopping for vegetables, saying that he would borrow the power of the Kitagawa Oshinkai, and Akashino Yuna perfectly fulfilled his request.

Every time it happened to suppress the second-placed Ando Asuka with more than a dozen votes, and when she continued to sprint, he would crush her by a dozen more votes.

Give her hope, but don't let Ando Asuka go to the side of hope.

After all, there are 10,000 or 20,000 resident followers of the Beichuan Royal God Society. No matter how much Ando Asuka puts in, it is impossible for her to add 10,000 or 20,000 votes to her works.

And anyone with a discerning eye can tell that she bought the ticket online.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, throwing all his thoughts out of his head.

Today Beichuan Eri won the first place, and he just wanted to make a delicious meal to celebrate Beichuan Eri's good ranking.

In addition, Beichuan Temple will not think about anything for the time being today.

As soon as Beichuan Temple opened the door, he heard an extremely excited voice, and then Beichuan Temple felt his body sink. Beichuan Eri happily jumped up like a koala hugging a tree and hung it on Beichuan Temple.

"Brother Temple! I made it!"

"Yeah. Really? What is it that succeeded?" Beichuan Temple temporarily placed things on the ground, pulled the Beichuan painting away, and asked flatly.

His complexion remained unchanged.

"Youth painting awards online voting!" Beichuan Eli raised her mobile phone and opened the page.

The voting has ended, and the final number of votes is fixed at 3,425 votes, leading Anda Flying Bird by a ‘weak’ advantage by ‘a dozen votes’.

"Hey! This is the painting I drew! I have been holding back without telling Brother Si! Now I got the number one! I want Brother Si to see it!" A lot lighter.

"Really? It did a good job." Beichuan Temple smiled, and reached out his hand to touch the head in the painting of Beichuan, the voice was still as calm as usual.

He carried the ingredients and walked to the kitchen.

Looking at the back of Beichuan Temple, Beichuan Eri scratched her hair.

Hey?

that's all?

Isn't Brother Si surprised at all?

Beichuan Eri wanted to see Beichuan Temple with a surprised expression, but Beichuan Temple's reaction was so plain.

No way! I must be praised by Brother Si!

Beichuan Eri rushed to the kitchen: "Brother Si, I took the first place!"

"Really?" Beichuan Temple has washed his hands, and is now choosing to lower his body to choose a kitchen knife.

He was more likely to respond casually, making Beichuan Eri feel that Beichuan Temple was just perfunctory.

This makes Beichuan Eri even more uncomfortable.

You know, it took a lot of hardships for her to get the first place, and Ando Asuka, the second place, also swiped the ticket.

Just such a bland sentence of ‘well done’ can’t satisfy her Beichuan Eri at all.

She pouted: "No, Brother Si, you have to praise me."

"Didn't they have already said it." Beichuan Temple said this sentence in an interrogative sentence, but the words spoken were in a positive tone.

"I want to compliment even more intensely!" Beichuan Eri stomped her feet and flushed.

"Good job." Beichuan Temple said calmly.

Ahhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

Beichuan painting is a little crazy.

"Okay, let's not say that some of them are gone. If I am so free, it would be better to come and help me." Beichuan Temple skipped the topic, took the apron hanging aside and gave it to Beichuan Eri.

"" Beichuan Eli.

Ok.

Brother Si is still that brother, so he won't be fluctuating about this kind of thing at all.

Beichuan Eri gave up her heart.

She reached out to take the apron, and at the same time stood beside Beichuan Temple, and began to help him peel the potatoes.

Halfway through, Beichuan Temple suddenly asked:

"Are you happy in this grand prize contest?"

Is the process happy?

Beichuan Eri raised her head and looked at her elder brother beside her, her hand movement also stopped.

Being bullied.

My own paintings were torn apart as soon as they were out of the studio.

There are rumors about yourself in the school.

He was treated unfairly on the Internet and almost fell to the top

Beichuan Eli's mouth moved, and then she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, showing a smile:

"Very happy."

Can't let Brother Si know this.

Beichuan Eri just wants to share her happiness with Beichuan Temple, rather than telling Beichuan Temple these unhappy things.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple tilted his face slightly, his complexion a little milder: "Eri, I really tried my best."

"Yeah." Beichuan Eri nodded vigorously, and she muttered to herself: "I really, really, really, really worked hard."

I really feel that I have used up all the hard work of my short ten years of life.

This sentence is like speaking to myself, and as if speaking to Beichuan Temple.

But she quickly reacted and laughed twice: "Actually, this time maybe I was lucky. The second place swiped the votes at the end, but the number of votes for my work has been increasing. It has been stable with a dozen votes more than the second place. If it weren't for this, I guess I won't get the first place at all this time."

As he said, Beichuan Eri blinked again, sighing in her tone: "Maybe there are such good people in this world, right? I don't like seeing unfair competition."

"I wish I could meet this nice guy."

Her tone was a bit distant, and she was full of gratitude.

Had it not been for that unknown good person, she would have been under Ando Asuka now, right?

If she meets, she will definitely introduce Beichuan Temple to the other party. After all, the other party has helped herself so much. It must be very handsome, but there must be no handsome brother!

"There is always a chance to see it." Beichuan Temple touched the little head in Beichuan's painting again, his expression calm.

He didn't tell Beichuan Eri from beginning to end that he already knew everything.

Beichuan Eri doesn't want to let herself know about these trivial things, so just pretend not to know.

It's that simple.

He respected Beichuan's choice.

Similarly, from Beichuan Eri's choice, he can also see the growth of the other party.

And in this growth process, it will inevitably endure wind and rain.

In this regard, Beichuan Temple could only stand silently in front of Beichuan Eli, covering part of the haze for her, and watching her walk towards the path of her life planned by herself.

Cover a part and let her bear part.

This is enough.

Beichuan Temple recalled the oil paintings of Beichuan Eri that he had seen on the Internet.

Works painted by Beichuan Eri

"Asuka"

That is a large piece of work with blank spaces.

Although it is a flying bird, there is no bird flying far away with its wings spread out on the screen.

It was a painting with light wisteria and peacock blue as the background.

The lower part of the picture is broken, but it still maintains a semi-circular shape with a thin layer of light blue eggshell.

In some margins, the dark blue feathers scattered around the bird are outlined with fine brushstrokes.

Beichuan's painting is titled "Flying Birds".

So where did the bird go?

Looking at the broken eggshells here, there is naturally an answer.

The glass bird has broken open the eggshell and flew into the distant sky. Naturally, there is no trace of it on the painting.

The broken eggshell is the trace of its struggle, and the scattered feathers are what it left behind when it flew into the sky.

In the lower right corner of the oil painting below, that is where the works are exhibited.

It was written with Beichuan Eri's name, school and the little comment she left

‘Only this painting is dedicated to my most respected, favorite, most handsome, and most powerful brother Beichuan Temple. ’

‘Eri has grown up and can face the wind and rain on her own. Brother, thank you for your care all the time, and I may trouble you in the future, but Eri will definitely work hard to keep going on her own. ’

Looking at this line of words, Beichuan Temple can't tell what it feels like in his heart.

He has to continue to think

"Ouch!" The painful cry of Beichuan Eli came out, pulling Beichuan Temple back from the memory.

It turned out that this little girl accidentally stabbed her fingertips when she was peeling potatoes, and the bright blood beads suddenly ooze out.

She looked back at Beichuan Temple with a weeping face: "Temple, Brother Si!!! Help me!!!"

Woo woo

Looking at the face that was sobbing quietly by Beichuan Eli, Beichuan Temple couldn't help but press his temples, only to feel that all the psychological descriptions of seven or eight hundred words that he had just fed had been fed to the dog.

He sighed heavily, took Beichuan Eri's little hand, and repaired her fingertips with death-qi treatment.

Seeing Beichuan Eri burst into tears and smile, Beichuan Temple shook his head.

The salted egg training program seems to continue.