270. Commemorative Day 3(1/2)
In the night in Kamibo Town, lanterns hung among the street trees. Under the lanterns, open-air book stalls lined up.
A luxuriously shaped black car slowed down slowly and parked on the side of the road.
Pedestrians, customers, and book stall owners were watching the car at the same time.
The car door opened, and a slender leg was stepped out, and as the soles of the feet fell to the ground, the people inside stood up.
A handsome and handsome boy.
He put his fair left hand on the black car door and his right hand made a support in the car. Then, a slim girl with delicate and noble face walked out of the car.
The beautiful boy closed the car door, hugged the girl with a noble temperament in his arms, and walked towards the old book stall.
He lowered his head and said something to the girl in his arms. His shallow smile was enough to make the women all over the street intoxicated in a sweet dream on this Friday night.
Facing such a smile, the noble girl with slender waist and long legs turned out to look impatient.
But her movements of leaning against the boy's arms were very intimate and natural.
Between the two of them, even the lights coming and going.
There were people standing in front of the old book stall. When they walked to a certain book stall, the other guests would subconsciously separate left and right to make enough space for them.
There are large pieces of papers trapped in bundles on the book stall; 150 yen for one volume and 400 yen for three volumes; 300 yen for the past CDs; the most expensive ones are original English books and picture albums.
Under the dim light of the lantern, these second-hand books appear to be more and more ancient.
"'And I miss her terribly." "Tuo Watanabe pulled out of the pile of books, turned to a certain page, and chuckled to Mihiko Kujo with a chuckling, "'There is nothing like a he
"Let's be willful?" Miki Kyujo held her elbow and looked at him sideways.
"Miss Kyujo willful, that's not something that the entire Shinjuku ward knows." Watanabe Toru said for granted.
"What did you say?" Miki Kujo looked at him.
"I love you, and when I see you, I will be "Heart Fallen"." Watanabe Toru chose three more books about flowers and handed them over to the stall owner.
The stall owner casually wrapped it in an old newspaper: "1400 yen."
That diffuse momentum is completely different from the Ginza shop that "helps customers carry shopping bags and keeps sending them into the elevator."
"Let's watch this tonight." Watanabe Tsuki felt the weight of the four books with one hand.
"Don't you watch your Ultraman and Kamen Rider?" Miki Kujo smiled and mocked.
"Who sees what? I'm watching with you, I don't understand the man's heart!"
Miki Kyujo's eyes turned cold and she said with a smile: "You..."
Before she could finish her words, Watanabe Tsubaki forced her into her arms and walked towards the car.
"I'm going back, I'm impatient."
"I'm impatient?"
"Reading a book."
"You'll sleep on the sofa tonight."
"Sleep with you, you can sleep on the floor."
"Don't you understand what Miss I mean? I'll let you take the book away by yourself! Whatever has touched!"
"Isn't this a long one yet? Is this far enough?" Watanabe Shirae held the book high.
"not enough."
"Then I have to go to the moon."
"Remember to come back, my dear."
At 9:30 am on Saturday morning, Miki Kujo went to work, and Toru Watanabe slowly left the villa and took a walk towards the University of Tokyo.
Today, the Dongda University wind band will hold a concert, and tomorrow Mai will make her debut as an oboe player, so he naturally cannot miss it.
In fact, Mai didn't let him go tomorrow because she had something to do after the concert and could not meet.
If you can't meet, there is no need to go - Tomorrow Mai completely doesn't take the matter of blowing the oboe to heart.
The concert starts at 10:15, and it takes thirty minutes to walk from Kamibocho, which is more than enough.
When I arrived at the "Shuidao Bridge", I suddenly received a call from Kujo's mother.
"Hello."
"Good son, where are you?"
"...at the entrance of a steak shop." Toru Watanabe looked at the cheap steak shop called "Kuishinbo" on his right.
"What else?"
"Also," Toru Watanabe looked around, "can see the "Tokyo Dome."
"What else?" Kujo's mother seemed addicted to playing.
"My dear mother, please tell me if you have anything to do."
A seductive laughter rang out on the phone, and besides Kujoo's mother, Kiyono's mother was also there.
Last night, Kujo's mother didn't go back and slept directly in the palace on Tokyo Bay.
"Your fake mom and I are ready to date you."
"Who is the fake mother?" Kiyono's mother said in dissatisfaction, "I recognize Watanabe as my son, and I am the real mother."
"Shameless, force others to be your son."
While the two wives were arguing, Tsuku Watanabe was thinking about what they were talking about to him, and what they planned to do on an anniversary trip—now called a family trip—?
"I'm going to go to Tokyo University to watch a concert," he replied.
"When is the beginning?" The phone call came to Kiyono's mother.
"Third to ten."
"Okay, son, you're waiting for us there and then have lunch together."
After finishing the call between the two noble ladies, Watanabe Shiro calls Mai Toyo and explains the situation.
"Will it be exposed?" Mai's voice was dull.
"Well, those two people are as cunning as me."
"Why did Che come?"
"If you have no last resort, I want to go anyway, so please don't have to."
The sound of hair gently rubbing against the phone could be vaguely heard, and Mai Torah shook her head in denied manner.
"I'm very happy and I'll pay attention to it."
"Well, I look forward to my senior sister's performance at the concert."
"Okay." The last sound was particularly clear and smiling.
Because the mother-in-law and adopted mother are there, Watanabe Takashi, who is the son-in-law and godson, naturally cannot walk over slowly.
He waved to the taxi and arrived at his destination in advance.
There were people coming and going on the campus of Dongda University on Saturday, and I don’t know if it was the reason for the concert.
Watanabe Tsubaki stood at the entrance, looking at the track list posted at the entrance while waiting for the wives.
He wore simple casual pants and black short-sleeved shirt, and he wore a men's red fashionable shirt with no buttons on the shirt.
Standing on campus, people satisfy the world's fantasy of the young years of sixteen-year-old boy.
"Watanabe, I've been waiting for a long time!" Accompanied by the affectionate and melodious tune, Mother Kyujo and Mother Kiyono came over.
Kiyono's mother had delicate short hair, revealing her fair and translucent neck as a girl, and she was intellectually and elegant.
Nine mothers were wearing jeans, white short-sleeved and red baseball uniforms. Tsuku Watanabe looked at her several times, wondering if she was wearing Miki's clothes.
"Hello, moms." Watanabe Tsuku said hello obediently.
"How is it?" Jiu Tiao's mother put her hands into the pockets of the baseball uniform and posed as a fashionable girl.
"I almost regarded you as a beautiful girl. Compared to the first time I met, you not only look but also have a much younger mentality."
"The main reason is that Miki found you." Kujo's mother smiled and said with pride. "After the child stopped interacting with Xiao Lin, she had a very strict obsession with cleanliness. Even the servants in her family were not allowed to touch her. I thought she would not find a boyfriend in this life."
After saying that, she instructed Toru Watanabe:
"Are you often ordered by her to wear clothes and shoes now? As a young lady, this is the first time she has been served. Watanabe Jun, don't be bothered, please don't be bothered, please accommodate her."
"Not bothered at all, I just like her."
The purer and flawless your girlfriend is, the better.
"Watanabe-kun~" Kiyono's mother said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you just talking to her and ignoring me?"
Shiro Watanabe turned his head to look at her and frowned slightly: "Are you a student from Tokyo University? Sorry, I have a girlfriend."
Kiyono's mother burst out laughing.
To be continued...