This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Then I will go back now, and you will be almost there if you send it here."

Rin Kitagawa stopped, steadied his travel shoulder bag, and said to Kitagawa Temple and Kitagawa Eri behind him.

She got the ticket just now, and now she is going through the security check, so Beichuan Temple and Beichuan Eli can only be sent here.

"Mum Rin!" Beichuan Eri hugged Rin Beichuan, rubbing her chest with her small head: "I will miss you! Safe journey!"

"Yeah." Beichuan Rin touched Beichuan Eli's head, and then looked at Beichuan Temple: "Temple, remember to take good care of Eli, you two are brothers and sisters, so you can't let her be wronged."

In response to Rin Kitagawa’s words, Kitagawa Temple accepted the sentence blankly: “No one but me can bully Eri.”

Cough cough cough cough ——

What is called "except me"?

Rin Kitagawa coughed several times, and then opened his mouth irritably, "You can't bully Eri either!"

Beichuan Temple didn't seem to care about her words at all, but said without changing her expression: "Good journey."

"..." Beichuan Rin shook his head helplessly: "Forget it."

Her voice paused, and her tone was a little bit sad:

"Then I'm leaving, Temple, Eri."

"Ok."

With the response of his children, Rin Beichuan did not hesitate anymore, turned and walked towards the security checkpoint.

Seeing her disappearing at the security checkpoint, Beichuan Temple also patted Beichuan Eri, and said calmly, "Eri. I'll call you a taxi. You take the money and go home first."

Having said that, Beichuan Temple stuffed Beichuan some banknotes.

"Uh... is Brother Si going to do?"

Beichuan Eri looked at Beichuan Temple's movements with a puzzled face.

"I have something to deal with, so I can't accompany you home."

Beichuan Temple has vaguely covered this topic, obviously not wanting to explain it to Beichuan Eri.

But Beichuan Eri had long been used to Beichuan Temple going out for various things, so she was sensible and didn't ask anything, just nodded vigorously and said:

"Then Brother Si, you must come back soon."

"Will do."

Beichuan Temple's complexion waved his hand to bid farewell to Beichuan Eri temporarily.

After watching her get into the car, Beichuan Temple exhaled and turned to look behind him.

I don't know when, two or three men in suits were already standing behind him.

The man in the suit walked up and said respectfully:

"Mr. Beichuan, please come here. Let's take you to the first place."

Beichuan Temple did not hesitate, and simply responded, and then followed them.

......

This is a small restaurant. To be more precise, it is more like a small, narrow restaurant. Its table setting is not exquisite, but the shiny table top can also make people see the owner of this restaurant. Attentively.

The dining table is divided into seven tables, each of which is large enough to accommodate four people. Since there are no office workers to eat yet, the entire restaurant appears empty.

The middle-aged woman wearing a navy blue waiter apron with a white towel wrapped around her head was busy between the desks and chairs, and the rag in her hand wiped the neat tabletop over and over again.

In this situation, Beichuan Temple entered the restaurant alone.

The welcoming bell rang, and the middle-aged woman in the navy blue apron raised her head and pulled out a standard, pleasing smirk: "Welcome."

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple responded simply, and found a place to sit down in a corner.

The middle-aged woman trot to the counter, washed her hands and quickly wiped off the water stains on the palms, then took the menu and hot towels and came to Beichuan Temple.

This whole process takes only fifteen seconds, and it can be seen that middle-aged women usually do this kind of thing.

"Please use this." The woman put the hot towel in front of Beichuan Temple.

Then she opened the menu again and showed the contents to Beichuan Temple.

This can be regarded as a very considerate service.

Beichuan Temple wiped her hands with a hot towel, and then looked at the menu in her hand.

Potato stew...fried tempura...chazuke...

The content on this menu is very simple, mostly home-cooked dishes that are easy to cook.

For these dishes, Beichuan Temple's eyes were only swept away, and finally stopped at a dish on the menu.

Vegetarian stir-fried wild vegetables.

Seeing Beichuan Temple stopped looking at this dish, the middle-aged female clerk next to him also opened the mouth in a timely manner: "The customer is really discerning. Recently, it happened to be the time when the wild vegetables matured. My husband wanted to get these. Mountain vegetables also took a lot of effort."

In Japan, wild wild vegetables are actually more popular. After all, these nutritious wild wild vegetables are declining in the process of modern urbanization, and there are many people who want to eat them.

"That's really hard work." Beichuan Temple nodded, his expression moved slightly: "Then let's have a potato stew and vegetable stir-fried wild vegetables, and another rice."

"Okay." The middle-aged woman recorded it, and then ran to the back kitchen and called out.

In a short while, steaming potato stew and vegetable stir-fried wild vegetables are served.

"Please use it." The middle-aged female clerk stretched out her hand and said.

After she said this, she turned around and went to work on her own affairs.

But before she was busy two times, she heard a camera click from behind.

Candid camera?

The middle-aged female *** member turned back subconsciously.

I saw that Beichuan Temple was holding the mobile phone in his hand, and took a picture of the vegetable stir-fried wild vegetables in front of him.

What are you doing?

She blinked her eyes incomprehensibly, and then realized that it was a bit impolite, and she lowered her head to pretend not to care to continue her work.

But what the middle-aged female **** didn't expect was that the moment of her stupefaction just now was captured by this calm-looking customer.

The other party simply said: "I took this photo for my sister. If the photo is not allowed in the store, please allow me to apologize."

"Ah... there is no such thing." The middle-aged female clerk waved her hands embarrassedly: "Please feel free to the customers."

This time the other party did not answer, he just moved his head up and down with impenetrable movements, then picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.

For a while, there was only a slight chewing sound and the collision of chopsticks and porcelain bowls in the small restaurant.

The atmosphere... seems a little embarrassing.

This is not quite right at all.

Maybe she will drive away a potential repeat customer because of her behavior.

This made the middle-aged female ambassador stop her hands and try to enliven the atmosphere: "Sorry, guest, is your sister who likes to eat wild vegetables? That's why I took pictures..."

This seems to be a lively nonsense in the eyes of the middle-aged ***girls.

If the other's sister doesn't like wild vegetables, why would he bother to take pictures of wild vegetables?

But things went beyond the waiter's expectations.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, swallowing the wild wild vegetables in her mouth and said, "She doesn't like eating wild wild vegetables."

Ok? !

Then why take pictures...?

If it was just for a simple and lively atmosphere, now the waiter really has an urge to ask the other person.

But it's definitely not appropriate to directly ask about the sister's personal affairs in this way, so the middle-aged waitress just laughed and did not answer.

Although she did not ask, it does not mean that Beichuan Temple did not answer.

After Beichuan Temple simply took a bite of the meal, the voice was flat:

"She always said that mountain vegetables are bitter, but I want her to eat them, so I took pictures to show her."

"This is really..." The waitress opened her mouth, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes subconsciously: "It's...it's not right, it's exactly the same as a kid I know."

"Is that so? I don't know what kind of kid it is?"

Beichuan Temple asked in a timely manner.

"..." The waitress's action of wiping the desktop stopped for a moment, but it quickly returned to its original state. She sighed while lowering her head and wiping the desktop.

"That's a very strong child. Although she doesn't like to eat mountain vegetables, she always eats up all the mountain vegetables every time I make them. Afterwards...she will also tell me that the taste of mountain vegetables is too bitter. Yes, but every time she ate it."

Beichuan Temple stopped the chopsticks in his hand and made an expression like a qualified listener.

Under the suggestion of Beichuan Temple’s actions, the middle-aged waitress just opened her mouth with a worried look: "I'm sorry for that child. I'm really sorry for her."

She sighed deeply.

"That's it."

Beichuan Temple nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh, sorry, I suddenly said something strange to the guest."

The middle-aged waitress smiled reluctantly, and then said: “Since the customer wants to cook wild wild vegetables for his family, then it’s better to do this. If there is surplus wild wild vegetables in our family, we will sell them at the market price. Part of you as a guest."

"...Okay." Beichuan Temple put down his chopsticks and responded.

"The guest, wait a moment."

The other party hurriedly packed the bucket, and then walked to the back kitchen.

When she reappeared in Beichuan Temple's sight, she was already carrying a plastic bag of mountain vegetables in her hand.

Every wild vegetable is stuffed inside, and it seems that the other party has considered it in detail.

"Trouble." Beichuan Temple, who had eaten almost the same, took out the meal money and handed it to the other party, thanking it.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The middle-aged waitress put out a smirk facing the customer again: "Guests, please go all the way, welcome to visit next time."

Regarding her statement, Beichuan Temple also said in a constant tone:

"There will be next time."

He was carrying the plastic bag of wild vegetables and quickly disappeared at the door of the store, leaving only the middle-aged waitress with a smirk on her face standing in place.

The middle-aged waitress stood for a long time before she sat weakly on the dining chair next to her.

There was nostalgia between her expressions, and a trace of self-blame, and finally turned into a faint sigh.

She raised her hand and took out a pendant from her pocket.

With a click, the pendant was pushed open, and its contents were displayed in front of the middle-aged waitress.

That is a color photo.

The photo has been oxidized and yellowed, and there are even traces of being torn off by people on the edges.

In the photo is a very bright smile... a braided little girl wearing a red and white cotton jacket.

She smiled at the camera, as if living in a particularly happy family.

Looking at the braided little girl, the middle-aged waitress laughed.

Unlike the smirk when she faced the guests just now, she smiled very happily this time, and her eyebrows were full of reminiscences.

But when she smiled, she couldn't help crying.

She clenched the pendant tightly, her voice trembling:

"I'm sorry, Xiangli."

"Really sorry."

"I should have died six years ago."

But I shamelessly survived again and gained happiness.

Tears gushed out in large drops, her hands clenched the pendant tightly.

The middle-aged female masturbation, formerly known as Kamdai Kasumi, is the mother of Kamdai Kali.

After transferring Kashiro Kashiwa to the Inagaki family for adoption six years ago, she was already determined to die...No, to be precise, she had thoughts of suicide a long time ago.

After being subjected to endless domestic violence, there is no trace of light in the road ahead. Every day I am accompanied by pain and men’s anger——

At that time...Kashiro Kasumi already wanted to commit suicide.

But the birth and growth of Kashiro Kori... unexpectedly dispelled her thoughts of suicide.

Looking at my daughter's smile every day, I feel that I can keep going.

But the man didn't let such a small child go. The domestic violence situation has not alleviated, and it is even more serious.

Every few days, Kasumi Shindai gets bruised and bruised, and the little Shindai Kasumi suffers from it.

But even so, Shindai Xiangli insisted on giving herself the best smile every day.

Kasumi Kamashiro was saved by this smile.

The transfer of Shindai fragrant pears for adoption by the Inagaki family was also out of this consideration.

She didn't want her daughter to continue to suffer along with her.

Similarly, Kasumi Kashiro had already made a decision.

Six years ago... she committed suicide after leaving Kashiro Korin.

But in the process of implementing her own idea, an unexpected news came to her ears.

Shindai Xiangli died in a car accident.

This caused the exhausted Kamdai Kasumi to suffer endless blows. She became a zombie, and the daily beatings of that man could not compare with the pain in her heart.

Under such circumstances, Kamiyo Kasumi unexpectedly met the owner of this restaurant during a part-time job.

That is also her current husband.

With the help of her husband, Kasumi Kashiro broke away from her stalker ex-husband and formed a new family with him.

This is undoubtedly a happy ending for her.

But what about Shindai fragrant pears?

Kasumi Kashiro looked at the pendant in his hand, sobbing in a very unconvincing manner.

The welcome bell rang again.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?" An office worker who just got off work stood at the door, and said hello with a confused expression.

"Ah-I'm sorry, I'm here! May I ask you something?" Kasumi Kashiro wiped away tears carelessly, stood up, and waved to the office worker.

"Hmm..." The office worker scratched his head uncomfortably and said: "Someone just passed this to me, saying that they hoped that I would transfer it to the owner of this store."

As he said this, he took a card from his pocket.

This card is in tatters, and it looks like it was bought casually from the street.

But it was this card that made Kasumi Shindai full of consternation.

One Hundred People...This is the one hundred people one song that Kashiro Korin likes most.

This is also a present for the fifth birthday of Kashiro Kashiro to Kashiro Kashiro.

"Excuse me, who gave you this card to the guest?"

"Ah, there was a young man outside carrying a plastic bag just now..."

Before he could finish this sentence, Kamashiro Kasumi ran out of the house.

Holding the song card in his hand, he looked around.

Under the dark night, no one could be seen.

"...Fragrant pears."

Kasumi Kashiro pinched the song card tightly.

On her head.

A star hangs high.

It is shining brightly.