"Clang clang clang clang clang~"

Igarashi Mari put the flowered sun hat on Miyahara Nagisa head, folded his hands together, took two steps back, and tilted his head to appreciate.

In front of her, Miyahara Nagisa was wearing a pair of pure white lace-up sandals under her feet. Her calves were smooth and slender. She was wearing a long dress, about the knees and a sun hat on her head.

His eyes looked awkwardly elsewhere.

The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone in obliquely, and a faint layer of light was cast behind the girl, vaguely reflecting the slender body lines under the pure white dress.

“It’s very cute!”

Igarashi Mari nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and ordered to the clerk: "Hello, please give me some trouble."

"This one, this one, this one... don't want these ones, and you've tried them all. Remember it's 160 models, C card, and all are mailed to Funaki's apartment..."

Miyahara Nagisa looked at her with some discomfort.

This is the first time I have ever remembered that I went shopping with women of my mother's generation.

Finger pulling his skirt,

He only dared to sweep around.

After a while, Miyahara Nagisa looked at the appearance of Igarashi Marei whispering to the clerk in the distance, and took a few steps toward the door.

Faced with sudden concern,

Some discomfort.

I forgot whether it was in "The Disqualification in the World" or "The Setting Sun". Dazai Osamu once wrote: Cowards will be afraid of happiness and will be injured when they touch cotton.

Indifference and distantness are the daily routines that cowards should have.

However, just as Miyahara Nagisa was about to step out of the store, one hand suddenly held her.

Looking back, behind me was the iconic squinting smile of Igarashi: "Sorry, I was having a lot of fun chatting with the clerk just now, and I was a little ignoring you."

"No."

"It doesn't matter."

This feeling of attention,

here we go again.

Miyahara Nagisa pursed her lips.

But Igarashi Mari didn't seem to notice anything strange about Nagisa. She just smiled and took Nagisa's little hand and walked slowly along the street.

Suddenly, she suddenly asked: "Is Mieko still busy with work now?"

"That kind of thing happened."

Miyahara Nagisa was stunned at first, and then reacted.

"You...you know my mom?"

"Of course, 30% of the steel we make is bought by Miyahara Real Estate."

"Mikeko is a big customer."

Looking at the plain expression of Igarashi Mari, Miyahara Nagisa was originally a little entangled with the so-called "happiness" and suddenly became dull.

Is he a mom's acquaintance?

That's the case again.

"Well, she's still very busy." Nagisa's voice became straightforward.

"Then she's really a bad person."

Igarashi's voice was light.

Upon hearing this, Nagisa was stunned at first, and then looked at the woman beside her with a little astonishment.

"Interesting expression."

Igarashi Mari smiled and turned to look at her: "What's wrong? Do I have to talk to her?"

"The woman who brought the young face back and threw it at home, causing her biological daughter to almost be forced, but she still had no waver?"

"Well, but I hate her for a long time."

"What happened to that man?"

Miyahara Nagisa looked at her blankly, then pursed her lips, lowered her head and said in a weak voice: "It's been poured into cement and sinking into Tokyo Bay."

This is the first time I have seen someone who dares to scold her mother in front of her.

"It's really like her method." The faint smile on Igarashi's face seemed to have never changed, "Soon or later, Tokyo Bay is filled with your cement."

"And what? Miyahara Sang ran away from home?"

She said as she ordered two Kanto cookies from the small shop on the side of the road.

Handed one of them to Nagisa.

"No, it's closed learning."

As he said that, Miyahara Nagisa seemed to remember something and looked elsewhere in anger.

"Really?" Igarashi Mari was surprised when she heard this. "Miyahara Sang clearly looked like he didn't look very smart?"

Puff!

A stream of blue veins appeared on Miyahara Nagisa's forehead.

The tone gradually became sarcastic: "Is that so? But I have never accidentally sent our company strategy plan to someone else's company!"

"What does it matter? It's all our company anyway~"

Igarashi Mari smiled even happier when she heard this, and tilted her head and squinted her eyes and looked at her: "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Are you angry?"

"No, no!"

"Are you angry?"

“I said everything…”

Miyahara Nagisa was furious.

What the hell is going on with this woman?!

"That's right!"

But Igarashi Mari changed his mind and took the lead in walking forward while tying Kanto in a small cup.

"What others are hell, what is shameful for life, masks, cover up, and escape--this attitude towards life that is so decaying that it is almost stinking is obviously far from the cute Nagisa."

"Aren't you completely unpretentious?"

Miyahara Nagisa's expression, which was a little unhappy just now, suddenly stopped.

"If you have something to say, you will scold the street when you are angry, you will be unhappy, and if you do stupid things, you will obediently listen to others' lessons, but if you think you are doing something right, you must speak out loud."

"That's right?"

She said as she turned around.

He was chewing fish tofu in his mouth, not a lady at all.

"As for the scheming, hypocritical, and cunning, just leave it to an adult like your mother who is sinister."

"Why tell me this?"

Miyahara Nagisa held Kanto Chuan and looked up at her.

Igarashi Mari stopped and turned to look at her.

"Probably, is it because I feel sorry?"

"Feel sorry?"

Miyahara Nagisa is unknown.

Igarashi Mari stuffed the last bite of fish tofu into her mouth, and still squinted her eyes, meaning: "Although I don't know what complex and subtle relationship is between you."

"But, I seem to... disturb you, right?"

When Miyahara Nagisa heard this, her pupils contracted.

Igarashi Mari's smile was a bit ambiguous, and she seemed to sigh helplessly.

She pointed her eyes:

"If you like someone's eyes, you can't hide it."

"On the other hand, my stupid daughter doesn't have the feeling of "any expectation of every day I'm with him" at all, and she still eats, sleeps, and plays games every day."

"So, I'm really sorry that you have ruined the little happiness you rarely meet after running away from home."
To be continued...