Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

She was a little apprehensive, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed a peddler selling plastic balloons beside the circular driveway.

Shimizu Sakiren had an idea and patted Aoi Aoi on the shoulder, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want Xiaokui to buy that?"

After speaking, he pointed to the pile of colorful balloons in the sky.

Aoi Ayase looked in the direction of her finger. Under the tall scarlet cherry tree, a middle-aged woman in her 40s was standing. Her body was thin and her right hand was struggling to pull a lot of balloons. Being bigger seems to make her fly.

The flow of people here is not particularly high, and there are mostly young people in Ikebukuro, so she didn't sell a few of her balloons.

This is not the main reason Shimizu Sakiren wants to buy, but in the pile of balloons fluttering in the wind, there is an old regular customer with mung bean eyes and a melon skin hat - Pudding Dog.

Xiaokui should like it very much.

"No, no need."

Aoi Ayase looked disgusted, and her face was icy cold that froze everything.

Shimizu Sakiren ignored her, and asked bluntly: "One for each person, do you want to pick one for me?"

Aoi Ayase's eyes scanned the bunch of balloons carefully from top to bottom, then pinched her chin and said thoughtfully: "Pikachu...the golden statue..."

"like me?"

"Um……"

"Then it's settled." Shimizu Sakiren made a decision, and hurriedly started to act.

……

At the end of the incident, Shimizu Saki Koi returned to Aoi Ayase excitedly like a puppy returning with a frisbee, holding two balloons.

"Give you."

Shimizu Sakirei Sapphire usually has sparkling eyes, not feeling shy at all, but full of childlike innocence and high spirits.

Looking at the rough-made and weird-looking pudding dog balloon in front of her, Aoi Ayase let go of her shallow self-esteem with a long sigh, and tied it on her hand expressionlessly.

Elegant people can always maintain noble etiquette even if they use their hands as chopsticks.

Take it as a test of endurance.

Shimizu Saki Koi held Pikachu with one hand, so that the other hand was about to hold her hand very naturally.

But at this moment, two childish voices suddenly sounded.

"——It's Pikachu!!"

"The one next to it is yellow, is it also Pikachu?"

I hate children the most, and the leather shoes rubbed against the stone slab impatiently, Aoi Ayase turned to look at the owner of the voice.

They are two young hairy kids, the one on the left still has a long nose, and the one on the right has three hairs a little bigger, but unfortunately the hair has become sparse at a young age, only a few short yellow brown hairs.

Shimizu Sakiren looked down at the short kids, then looked up at Aoi Ayase.

Her expression was weird, the corners of her mouth drooped, and the word embarrassment was written all over her body.

"Kids, this is not Pikachu, this is Pudding Dog..."

Aoi Ayase was a little speechless, but she couldn't get angry with the child, so she could only grit her back teeth and explain.

"Miss sister, your balloon is so cute." Sanmao was obviously more intelligent, and praised innocently, blinking his eyes.

Still know the goods.

Aoi Ayase raised her eyebrows happily, squatted down and patted Sanmao's young shoulder, and asked dotingly: "Kids have eyes~ Do you like this balloon?"

"I like it." The child next to him with snot bubbles nodded and replied, looking forward to it in his brown-black eyes.

"I like it..." Sanmao looked around, hesitated for a long time, and then said it.

Aoi Ayase smiled happily, "If you like it, I won't give it to you, tell your mother to buy it herself."

The two children were suddenly a little sad, especially the highlights in Sanmao's eyes dimmed a bit.

Shimizu Sakiren, who was watching the play on the side, laughed dumbly, and rubbed Aoi Ayase slightly with her calf, expressing that she would handle it by herself.

Then he squatted down and pulled the high-flying Pikachu down, coaxing softly:

"Don't be sad, kid. Do you like Pikachu? Will my sister give Pikachu to you? You can play with the kid next to you, okay?"

As he spoke, the white silk thread was wrapped around the child's tender wrist.

Shimizu Sakiren's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, her voice coaxing the child is soft, her movements are gentle, and she has a kind of tolerant maternal brilliance.

It's a very familiar feeling... Have you ever been treated so tenderly before?

There was a lot of traffic on the street, and the bustling hustle and bustle spread among the whistles, and the noise of people was mixed together.

Aoi Ayase seemed to have cut off all sounds in her ears, she couldn't hear the excitement, and couldn't hear what they said.

All she wanted to do was stare at Shimizu Sakiren, until she sent those two little kids away and waved her hand in front of her before waking up like a dream.

"What are you thinking about?"

The scene just now...seemed...it seemed to be Shimizu Sakiren coaxing herself in the activity classroom, why did she treat those two little kids the same.

Anger gradually accumulated in her heart, Aoi Ayase clenched her fists.

and also! !That yellow crooked-mouthed Pikachu was... chosen out of thousands of choices by myself!Why did you just give it to the kid on the side of the road so casually?

Out of breath, Aoi Ayase quickly tore off the balloon's thread.

Then, under Shimizu Mizuki's bewildered, astonished and embarrassed eyes, one hand hooked Shimizu Mizuki's neck, and the other hand forcibly wrapped the balloon around Shimizu Mizuki's neck.

Finally, a delicate bow was tied for elegance.

Aoi Ayase clapped her hands in satisfaction, looking at the pudding dog hanging thirty centimeters above the blond girl's head, and Saki Koi Shimizu with a dazed face, she clapped in satisfaction.

"Just wear it like this for me to eat."

Aoi Ayase announced in a calm voice, with an undetectable and unresolved anger hidden in her brows.

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Although... it's the end of the month, everyone...

Forget it and leave everyone alone, I'm afraid I owe too much and I can't make it up (sad)

Wait until I'm done writing and open a bounty.

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Volume 112: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Want to Kiss Saki Koi's Lips

Aoi Ayase is in the bloom of youth like a flower, the childishness of the arc of her cheeks is gone, and the jaw line has become smooth with the growth of her body.

When not smiling, she usually maintains a nonchalant demeanor.

The tear mole one centimeter below the left eye is the finishing touch to the appearance. When the eyes are downcast, they seem to be about to cry, revealing a faint surviving temperament invisibly.

Some people once said that Xiaokui is very cold, but in fact she smiles like a cute puppy.

The difference in body size between Aoi Ayase and Sakimi Shimizu is not obvious, and now they are almost the same height.

Shimizu Sakiren didn't expect that she would come up to her suddenly, because the relationship between the two is not so close yet.

So when that soft and tender hand was pressed against the back of Shimizu Sakiren's neck, she was a little overwhelmed and ashamed.

The silk thread was wrapped around, and Aoi Aoi's soft arms occasionally brushed against her golden hair.

Maybe it was because I was cooperating with Aoi, except for being a bit rough at the beginning, Ayase Aoi's movements were very gentle afterwards.

Once again, like a tame collar, it locked the neck a little bit.

The distance is very close, and she can feel the faint fragrance of gardenia that belongs to her body.

Xiaokui changed her shampoo.

The last circle is a delicate bow.

Of course, at such a close distance, Shimizu Sakiren could also clearly see the girl's expression, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and her eyes were radiant, filled with vigor and vitality.

Of course, there is also a little bit of unjust anger.

But her face is also very smelly, and it doesn't matter if she is angry or not.

Shimizu Sakiren tightened the bow knot around her neck, and coaxed softly in her ear: "Are you angry? Then I'll buy you another one, okay?"

"Huh?" Seeing Aoi Aoi not moving, Sakimizu acted more recklessly, reaching out to grab Aoi's arm.

Then he looked at her with bright and flattering eyes.

The girl's palm was pressed against the skin on the left side, and Aoi Ayase saw that her body was straightened, and then she took hurried steps and fled again, leaving only the declaration of surrender - "Let's eat first."

"That store has changed, and I don't know if it's good or not."

Aoi Ayase clicked her tongue, and said viciously: "If it doesn't taste good, you can go to Abashiri University in Kobegawa and confess your life."

Abashiri University --- is a very slang term, which roughly means to go to prison to study in university.

Xiaokui used to like to find something to talk about, and tell some interesting stories about gangsters to start the topic, so Shimizu Sakiren also knows these stalks.

"Are you going to send me to prison? Xiaokui is too much."

She said pitifully, while following Xiaokui's pace, she tore off the white silk thread wrapped around her neck round by round.

Hmm...who would eat with this thing on?

After coaxing Xiaokui, it's almost done!

As for the naive and inferior pudding dog balloon on the head...

Shimizu Sakiren looked up and looked back at the balloon float that moved slightly with the evening wind.

Although the workmanship is a bit rough... But let Xiaokui decide whether to keep it or not.

The frosted glass was gently pushed away, and the golden balloon followed the steps of the visitors into the "Uphill Restaurant" surrounded by melodious music.

The decoration style of the restaurant is not grand and luxurious, and the layout is completely different from that of the future. A sense of western and mixed splicing comes to the face.

The medium-rare steak is served with sashimi and kombu soup, and the diners are holding goblets and drinking cloudy sake that costs several hundred yen. The whole restaurant shows a nondescript texture.

On the bandstand piled high with round platforms, a hunchbacked old man with goose skin and gray hair was playing the cello in immersion.

His cello is rough in workmanship, and the scratches of the years are left on the yellowed body.

Although he pulls hard and puts all his playing skills and emotions into it, the harsh unsmoothness is still directly transmitted to the ears through the sound of the piano.

"here."

Shimizu Sakiren moved her ears slightly, and she clearly caught Xiaokui's penetrating calling voice amidst the loud chatter and the lingering sound of the cello.

Aoi Ayase was sitting in front of a round one-legged table covered with a red tablecloth, her lace bib was meticulously hung around her neck, her red eyes showed no interest.

The weird environment does not affect the elegance of Aoi Aoi herself. Her father Ryuji Ayase has experienced a good Confucian education, so he has never neglected the guidance of Aoi Aoi in terms of etiquette.

She can also maintain restraint on such occasions.

Shimizu Sakiren passed by the door, and Akiyama Kazuichi, who towered like a mountain, said hello, then hurriedly sat across from Ayase Aoi, and asked considerately:

"What to eat?"

While talking, he tied the balloon to his chair.

The eyes of everyone in the restaurant, including Xiaokui, were a little weird.

But Aoi Ayase's attention was obviously on eating.

"Didn't you say it's delicious? You just have to order, and I'll eat whatever you want."

Aoi Ayase looked at Shimizu Sakiren with an incredulous expression and said, she rested her elbows on the table and raised her cheeks, pointing her hands boredly at the table.

Shimizu Sakiren silently took all her movements into his eyes, and then put on a bib, "I still want to ask Xiaokui's opinion, and everything I say will be according to Xiaokui's ideas."

"Whatever you want..." Aoi Aoi said pretending not to care, but her eyes had already caught on to the half-drunk red wine at the next table.

Wants to drink...but drinking with a golden retriever puppy can be a hassle, she gets drunk and kisses people indiscriminately.

Will those eye-catching red lips be kissed like last time?That was the first kiss.

Ayase Aoi stared blankly as her wandering thoughts radiated from the red wine to a more distant past.

Shimizu Sakiren followed Ayase Aoi's gaze, and then suddenly realized that Aoi wanted to drink.