Chapter 8 The private album of the stupid fairy

The unknown brings fear, but curiosity can kill cats. This is the paradox of human beings.

As I was eating, it was almost eight o'clock. I thought it was time to go home to pack my things and prepare to board the plane tomorrow, so I greeted Jianci and Shizuka and ended this dramatic meeting.

The only regret is that Miss Shizuka did not see the legendary Masako Watanabe, and clamored to ask me to come out for a meal with them after returning from Hokkaido.

Of course, I was timid and four people entered the car door one by one. Jianci naturally asked the question of who to send home first.

Of course I'll send Miss Yuanshan first

I said

So where does Miss Yuanshan live?

Construction question

The address reported by Yuanshan Hitomi is of course my new apartment!

Jianci is basically familiar with the roads in Tokyo, and he can remember it once he walks. After hearing the instructions from the faraway mountain, he was stunned. I quickly touched my forehead and secretly gave him a few eyes.

Just kidding, I remember Jianci and I relied on winking. Zhiwen's tacit understanding was so strong. Although Jianci didn't know what mysterious I was doing, he pretended to be nothing and poured out the car.

It takes about a quarter of an hour to drive from Sanxuan Tea House to my apartment

While I watched Yuan Shantong's back disappear into the stairs, Jianci's question rang in my ears: Brother Jin, this little beauty is the tenant of your apartment, right? Since that's the case, why don't you go up with her?

This is complicated to say...

I leaned against the car mat and prepared to sit in a big golden sword to tell Jianci about his questions about this mixed-blood fairy. After all, Jianci's IQ and EQ are quite high, and he also understands the social status of Tokyo. His ability to analyze problems is definitely better than mine.

But just as I moved my legs, something suddenly slipped under the soles of my leather shoes.

I subconsciously looked down and saw a small plastic cover book lying quietly beside my feet. It was the one that Yuanshantong wrote and drew on it in the afternoon in the coffee shop. I didn't know what he had written and drew on it.

Build a little further ahead and stop at the corner of the street

I leaned down and picked up the small notebook left by the distant mountain pupil, and said to Jianci while

The book is very exquisite in style, only the size of a palm, and the green cover is wrapped in plastic leather.

After a moment of thinking, it is possible that my movements of pulling the far mountain were too rough at that time, which made this thing slip out of the handbag that I had not pulled up.

What do you write in the notebook?

I clearly remember in the corner of the coffee shop, Yuanshan Hitomi held a pen in his left hand and pursed his lips slightly, drooping his head in the corner.

A left-handed man like her with different pupils, I think he is not as rare as the strange twins Susu and Manman.

While thinking about it, Jianzhe had parked the car safely again

Whether to read the contents in the book is a question, but when I thought about it, this girl took off her pants in front of me, it doesn't matter if she glanced at this book, let alone the boring pictures inside.

Build the time, turn on the lights, the little beauty left behind something that might be fun

As I said, the light suddenly lit up. I rubbed the edge of the notebook casually and found that most of the inside were randomly doodles with pencils, and they were drawn from the bottom page. It turned out to be a perfect left-handed man.

Looking at the latest sheets of paper, I found that the theme of the picture is obviously different from the previous ones.

Most of the characters drawn in the previous picture are portraits, and they are distorted and distorted. I guess the Shanshan may be studying history-related subjects, so I will be bored and tamper with the images of some great men during class. The last three pictures should be the masterpiece she was waiting for in the coffee shop this afternoon. The protagonists of these three pictures are not the previous characters, but three cats, three with one eye black, and the other with blank cats in the sockets.

In order, the cat in the first picture squatted under the corner of the wall, its body shivering beside the street light, its eyebrows were also twisted, and its front paws were holding a fish bone.

The second picture is still a cat, but it seems to be walking somewhere in the arms of a girl wearing a student skirt.

Her pen tip is very abstract, just a few strokes, and the girl only draws it to her chest.

In the third picture, the cat squatted on the knee of a man in a suit with a tie tie and painted black with a pencil core, and his eyes were closed, looking very comfortable.

Brother Jin, what is so beautiful?

Seeing me flirting with a booklet in a daze, not only Jianshi, but Shizuka even curiously turned her head over.

I couldn't see that, so I had to hope for Jianci's analysis ability. I briefly told Jianci about the girl from Yuanshantong and a group of strange tenants opposite me about it.

Jianci reached out to take the book I handed over, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at it for about a minute, turned around and asked: Are you saying that this girl’s family is not well-off?

Well, her parents are divorced, and the Italian father is not sure where he has gone

I replied: But why is she rich to share our apartment with her classmates? Have you been doing such part-time jobs all the time? But she is just a freshman.

Jianci shook his head and handed the notebook to Shizuka who kept lying his head and wanted to see: If these cats were her graffiti when she was bored, the meaning might be very vague, and maybe it only expressed what she thought of in her mind at that time.

I know, but you don’t think she drew three cats in a row. Doesn’t it matter? The thinking over a period of time must be consistent, right?

After saying this, I suddenly felt that I was full and full, but a girl took the initiative to take off her pants in front of you. Is it necessary to think so much about her?

But……

The unknown brings fear, but curiosity can kill cats. This is the paradox of human beings

Exploring the privacy of others is a bad habit of human beings. In just two days, Toyama Hitomi has been closely related to me (living beside me, showing off my legs, maybe I will go to Hirota Media to be a print model next week). Maybe I will become a friend or colleague in the future, whether it is a friend or colleague, whether it is Akita Kurotsuki or Toyama Hitomi, I don’t want any strange hidden secrets behind them. Even if there is one, I must figure it out first, and don’t wait until things really happen before dealing with these things.

You're saying it's good, too

Jianci continued to analyze that if we follow this idea, a kitten with black eyes in the painting is probably her own. But if we say that these three pictures are related, I don’t think it is necessary. It is very likely that it was just a few impressive events in her childhood.

That being said, the analysis is also objective. After all, if you want to unearth other people's secrets from a few papers of graffiti, you really appreciate these paintings.

But why do my intuition think there must be something inside?

Brother Jin, you care so much about Miss Yuanshan, it won’t be...Ah, haha!

Seeing my two eyebrows fighting, Jianci immediately started to tease me: You seem to have to deal with several women when you travel tomorrow, so let’s get the matter in Hokkaido first!

By the way, you will also go to Luming Jingshe to attend the meeting tomorrow, right?

Now that the car is full of my own people, I can finally talk to Jianci about the Dacun Club

I'll reassure you, there will be no problem

Jianci turned his face and curled his lips: Not only will I go tomorrow, but Mr. Gaoshan, the president of our Hongdao Association, will also go with me.

And me

Shizuka interrupted coldly and said that it seemed that this pair of enemies was really a resource-sharing. Even Shizuka wanted to interfere with me, whom she had never met before...

Jianci paused and continued: Our Yamaguchi group has many groups, and even I can't remember clearly that except for some branches that "maintain local order", each group has its own exclusive functions. Just like our Hirota group is in charge of finance and economy, Mr. Takayama's Hirodao Club is the elite force of the new generation of Yamaguchi group, mainly responsible for resolving international conflicts...

International conflict?

Yes, the members of the Hirodo Association have undergone modern special forces military training... So with Mr. Takayama, Yoshio Tsukamoto will definitely lose any interest in Brother Jin.

Yamaguchi Group is indeed the leader of the Fusang underworld, and even the branch to resolve international disputes...

At this time, Shizuka also added a light sentence next to her: If that person has any objections, I will kill him

Seeing Shizuka also squinted at me with a smile on her face, I shivered by her purple eyes.

Hey, this woman is really...

Strong Ah...

Ahem, then let’s do it first. I’ll go back and prepare my luggage. I’ll call Masako out for a gathering next week!

Although Jianci is a little poor, his words are really good. If I don’t go back, I guess my wife at home should call to urge her to death.

So I took the small notebook from Shizuka, said goodbye to the Smiths, and wrapped my long scarf and walked towards the apartment.

It is already very cold in Tokyo now. Even the key that was stained with my body temperature in my pocket was in my hand, and my fingers, which were numb and numb, could clearly feel the temperature on the key.

After I opened the door of the apartment and went in, I found a small suitcase on one side of the corridor, but there was no sound in the living room.

The things were sorted out Ah, Masako went back? Where is Manman?

I was hesitating, but a pretty face came out of the bedroom, and my green pupils were filled with a faint smile: Husband Ah, you are back

After two or three days, the bruises on Manman's body had subsided. At this moment, he was wearing a suspender nightgown, but half of his fragrant shoulders were exposed from the door.

After saying that, the little hoof actually walked out of the bedroom slowly, walked to me, lowered his head and smiled and began to help me untickle the scarf.

you……

I was a little dazed. This behavior didn't look like the one from Manman's Shanghai Miss, but like Su Qingyin. Don't you mess with me? Where is Masako?

Xiaoduzi looked through my surprise at first sight, and laughed out loud: Masako went back to sort out her things. You don’t know that my sister and I have some problems. I’m a little tired tonight. I won’t make trouble with you anymore. I’ll give you some candy.

Oh, I was wondering, thinking that Susu was here...

Look, you said you don’t like my sister, do you miss her?

After a few seemingly careless flirting, this changing little woman helped me remove the scarf. I hung up my windbreaker and put her waist with one hand, and walked towards the bedroom with the picture album left by the far mountain pupil in the other.

In the large bedroom, only one lamp was turned on at the head of the bed, and the dim light was projected on Manman's delicate shoulders and arms. The scars that had not yet been restored are still vivid in my mind, as if telling the strange life that had been quietly endured by himself for more than ten years.

The silk suspender petticoat reflects the two points on the chest in the light and shadow, which is particularly exquisite. I can't even believe the girl in my memory, wearing a black leather jacket with thick black wheel makeup on her eyelids. She stands thinly in the cold wind, but now she is blooming quietly like the fragrance coming from night in a corner of my apartment.

Looking at Manman, my doubts about the tenant opposite gradually melted into her eyes as dark as the distant spring mountain...

Hey, what is hidden in your hand? Take it to show me

Unfortunately, although my mind was attracted by Manman, her sharp eyes still found that the small notebook in my left palm was a bit strange.

Well, nothing, just a book that was checked

After this sentence was expressed, I suddenly felt that Jianci could not analyze the implicit sounds of the three strange paintings, which seemed to be his entry point was wrong.

If Manman, a ghost spirit, thought about it from the perspective of a pure woman, would he find something?

Take it here and take a look. I don't believe that you, a bad guy, will bring the things you checked at home, hurry up

Manman asked unknowingly, raised his chin to me again, and a playful look flashed between his slightly frown eyebrows.

OK, then let Manman come and help me with some advice. I pretended to be helpless and surrendered, raised my left arm and threw the notebook to Manman.

What is this...Huh? Why did it start from the last page?

Manman almost caught the notebook, and his little body shook violently, causing the two exquisite balls on his chest to tremble slightly

Damn... I didn't wear a bra, I was swaying my bare legs, and suddenly called me husband. I dared to say that I was not taking this opportunity to seduce me...

I was in a daze when I saw it. While cursing, I also began to explain to Manman some things about the faraway mountain psyche in the past two days.

...Ah, so coincidental, actually lives in the group of college students opposite us, and someone is also going to attend your interview... Is he a mixed race or a left-handed person

After hearing this, Manman also felt a little incredible: Just what you mean, there may be something unspeakable behind this little beauty in the distant mountains, and then... you want to be a good person, and then... make people so moved that they fall into your arms?

What Ah!

This little hoof said he wouldn't make a fuss. It was really a matter of three sentences that never leave the industry. I couldn't help but smile and shook my head: Little ancestor, please help me see the last three paintings, stop quarreling!

Hey, you said these three kittens Ah?

Um

I saw that Manman turned to the place and continued: From Jianci's point of view, these three cats may represent the girl himself, but he didn't understand the meaning of Manman, please help me see Ah

That girl really has blue eyes?

Well, she is the first Ah to come in when interviewing, you didn’t see Ah…

Cut, who cares about the color of your interviewers' eyes Ah!

…Okay OK OK, let’s take a look first…

When Manman became serious, his meticulousness was definitely not inferior to that of Jiancijun. I had seen this before in front of his master's house.

After a few more gossips, Manman lowered his head and pursed his lips, frowned his beautiful eyebrows that seemed to be from the trauma of Song Shuimu, and repeatedly began to flip through the three paintings.

After about two minutes, Manman finally raised his shoulder-length short hair, swayed his head to the left and shook his bangs, and a very strange look appeared on his little face: Husband, are you sure this girl is only a freshman?

It should be Ah, the girl who looks like their eldest, and the student ID says it's a freshman

I replied

Then, Manman suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with our topic: In Fusang, are there many girls who go to the street to find someone to sell... What is that... By the way, "Aiding"?

It's Ah

Manman suddenly asked what this is for?

But my little ancestor didn't allow me to continue thinking, and then asked: When do girls who engage in aid sex usually start? Is there any in high school?

Have Ah

This is a fact. Aid communication is an abbreviation for aid communication. Of course, this word emerged in Fusang and first appeared in Tokyo in the 1990s. It can be said that the city I live in now is its authentic birthplace.

At first, the aid girl agreed to date a man in order to get money, but not necessarily with sexual behavior. However, now she has become synonymous with the student girl's youth.

Once upon a time, aid and communication has gradually become an important way for some poor and open-minded girls in high school or university to obtain pocket money.

After listening to my answer, classmate Manman firmly gave the answer she had thoughts over the past two minutes, an answer that made me fall into glasses and twitch the corners of my mouth.

Then you, a little beauty from afar, are probably a helping girl

……Why?

Oh, husband, don’t you think you know women very well?

When Manman saw me, she wrinkled her small nose and said, "A woman is also a human being, especially a beautiful woman. Under the conditions of not having enough food or wearing warm clothes, her mental state is like a kitten in this painting!"

After saying that, Manman took out the first picture of a trembling painting of a fish bone guarding under the street lights. Girls who were not satisfied with their food and clothing problems. Do you know how much resentment they have in their hearts?

Blame your father and mother, blame the world, and want to find opportunities to retaliate against the man who abandoned her... These thoughts are easy to breed

...Well, continue

I have to admit that what Manman said is indeed the truth, but I didn't find any emotion similar to this from the eyes of the faraway mountain Hitomi.

Is she a good girl born with kindness?

Or a veteran with super strong acting skills?

While I was wondering, Manman continued: Then, there was an opportunity to give her enough food and drink. This opportunity might be related to the classmates around her. Maybe her classmate was taken away by her or her. Maybe you see, she was taken away by a figure wearing a student skirt!

Manman's finger continued to point to the second painting

This is actually very obvious. You two big men may have thought too much.

Manman then turned to the third page, which is the picture of a kitten crawling on a man's knee. Since your little beauty rents a house here, it is impossible for someone to be a mistress whom you have kept. You said that her family is not well-off, where did she get the money for renting a house? Squatting on the lap of a man in a suit and ties means...

Did she struggle in the sea of ​​suffering based on her only capital?

Manman's guess is indeed very reasonable for half an afternoon, three paper graffiti, the emotions revealed by sitting alone alone, her perception of her life...

Manman's explanation is the only one that can solve all my doubts nowadays

If the truth is true, who would be the one who taught the kitten to be self-sufficient in this way?

Are their small groups...

Hello, dead!

When Manman saw me feeling lost, she twisted her shoulders and pushed me, and slapped the notebook on my chest: Dead man... Why do you care so much about a girl who happened to meet? She still thinks I am not upset enough and want to have more, right? Isn't it?

Tsk

I grabbed Manman's wrist and shook my head: I don't have that big appetite, nor do I have such a big mind. I want to save a girl who is used to making pocket money in this way, but this is inappropriate, it's not right...

What's wrong?

But Manman didn't dare to speak loudly, and just twisted his slender wrists around my fingertips: I ask you, do you want to help this little beauty?

Whether to help or not is another matter. Manman, you think, if it is really the same as you said, then all the people in their room may be the girls who are a gangster? It will be uncomfortable to live next to them every day...

I think this is the point that is inappropriate

Although I always think that a woman is a good woman as long as she maintains her spiritual purity and kindness, will a girl who sells her body in order to make pocket money have such a thought?

And there are more than one, a room...

Maybe what I said is wrong?

Manman struggled for a long time but couldn't pull out his wrist, so he just softened: You might as well contact the little beauty again and figure it out before you can talk about it.

How to get in touch? I am now so psychologically shady by you!

Huh? You don’t have a lot of cleverness in playing with women... and you always make excuses... I won’t talk about you anymore

Manman spat at me: If you want to help her, write some words behind the cat, such as "If you have something to help, come and find me." If I guess right, she is like me at that time, and she is full of silence and has no place to tell her. When she sees your message, she must be like grabbing a life-saving straw, and then she will definitely come to you. You can just ask for it clearly.

After hearing these words, my fingers holding Manman's slender wrist couldn't help but loosen

She said it was not only reasonable, but also very reasonable, but her tone and expression made me feel frightened for no reason. She was like an aide who offered advice under the account, a non-woman image who had no jealousy or selfishness at all.

Manman... You actually care about me and other women...

Before I finished speaking, Manman raised his other arm and pushed me: Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet! Don't throw the big thorn at their door, so that others won't pay attention, but she will definitely find out that she knows.

you……

I don't know how to ask this question

Everyone has their own different side, just like many uneven mirrors, which reflect themselves but not themselves

Susu and Manman are undoubtedly the most outrageous type of self-dividing. I am very glad that Manman, who is already a disguised master, is also cute and kind on the other side of her.

Cute and wise, kind and strong, but for a moment I was at a loss

I knew that although my expression was still meaningless, my eyes could not stop conveying the inner message to her. Manman pulled his arm back, raised his legs and crossed his legs by the bed, posing in a very comfortable position, raised his eyebrows and said to me: Dear man, you should stop talking. If you have these time to care about me, it is better to use it to do what you should do

The world I have lived in since childhood has been very small, so narrow that I live with a demon. I can't even get rid of my dreams. Do you still remember what I said to you that day? I will be Su Qingman back in the future

At this time, Manman suddenly showed a very complicated smile: A strange woman like me, do you think I want to get married quietly, have children, and spend my whole life with my husband? Who can bear it! This lady is enough to eat, sleep, and have fun, and she is too lazy to care about how many women you have

……

My brain is still temporarily paralyzed, I don't know how to answer her words

But no matter how I play or make trouble, I will always be chewing you tightly, and you will never be able to get rid of me in your life

Manman immediately made a very fierce expression: You are not allowed to die before me

I suddenly felt that her eyes, which were still bright under the dim light, began to flash a layer of bright color, and Manman quickly pretended to be sleepy, raised her elbows and wiped them on her pretty face.

Oh, why did you say it?

I hurriedly flew over and hugged her petite body that was not fat enough: Dear, why do you say such an unlucky thing? You want to get rid of me? I don’t have a way to do it yet.

Pooh

Something seemed to melt in the chest, and Manman took advantage of the opportunity to simply bury his head in the collar of my shirt. You're about to...go out, let's get rid of this book first, Hong Kong Capital

After all, Manman is still a daughter, she is fragile and sensitive for more than ten years, but she still snuggled in my arms and started to sniffle softly.

My mind was blank, I just subconsciously hugged her tightly, and a murmur sound came from my ears: I don't love you...

I don't like you at all...

But, you will never get rid of me in your life, Golden Wind...

About ten minutes passed

Manman's twitch suddenly stopped, raised his red eyes, rubbed the traces wet with his hands, as if the scene just now would disappear after erasing them: I'm okay, I'm nervous, you ignore me, go quickly...

Go, halfway, her mouth was already sealed with my lips.

How can I ignore you?

In just twenty days, this girl who was cold and arrogant at first, then had thorns like roses, sometimes making a fuss and sometimes meticulous as a slut, has unknowingly integrated into my life and has become a landscape that cannot be left out.

You can never get rid of me in your life. I understand what Manman means

That night's rebirth does not mean that I am her man, but I became her relative

Hmm?

I was about to lift my tongue into Manman's little mouth to blend in with milk. I didn't know that my little hoof, which was twitching just now, suddenly tightened my teeth and almost bit off my tongue.

I told you to go out and put the notebook, but I didn't hear it, right? The ghost spirit said with a fierce look on his face, and he said angrily with his lips:

Be careful that what agent I'll wait for you tomorrow, and I'll make you so bad! Looking at her bulging cheeks, I think I'm really unable to get rid of her in my life. Now my feelings are subtle. A heart seems to have been broken into several petals. Different emotions are pulled in these women with different styles, but they are all unique and charming. Masako's cold appearance and pure heart, the image of a strong woman when Sister Wenzi went to work and the image of a little woman after get off work, the magical interaction of the Su sisters and the ever-changing and exquisite mood...

There are even Sakura Akita and Hitoshi Toyama. Can Sakura Akita have a strong heart and can she persist in completing that deal with me?

As for the girl Yuanshan, I just hope that she doesn’t really rely on her body to make a living like Manman’s guess, so thankfully!

I found a pen and wrote a few words in a simple and clear way next to the graffiti. I opened the door and walked into the stairs again with a small notebook with a green cover. The appearance of the mixed-race Persian cat naturally appeared in my mind.

Manman's reminder is good at all. If this book is thrown directly at their door, it may be thought to be done on purpose, so I threw it on the steps of the stairs, making people feel that it was just accidentally left behind.

In this way, when the master of the stupid boy passes tomorrow, he will definitely discover the secret in the book, and he is not afraid of being known by others.

After returning to the apartment, I simply sorted out, called Masako to ask for help, and hugged Xiao Manniu and went into bed.

After all, we will set out to Fusang's Ice and Snow Garden Feng Hokkaido tomorrow

Dear, don’t wear skirts tomorrow. Wear whatever pants are thick. It’s best to line a pair of cotton socks with a temperature of minus ten degrees below the twelve degrees. Be careful not to get frozen.

I know, dead man

……

Too many things have happened in the past two days

As I gradually fell asleep, my thoughts kept rolling. In my confusion, I felt that after Uncle Watanabe helped me build momentum in Tokyo Daily, I suddenly became a hot commodity that everyone could eat. In the case of Inumura, I would come to smash Wenzi specifically for me, and Akita Sakura did all her best for me, and finally even took care of her body. Even the mysterious mixed-race boy of Toyama Hitomi wanted to make a part-time job under my hands...

Wait, isn’t Uncle Watanabe a Democrat… Left wing… Huh…

By the time I opened my eyes, it was already the morning of December 6th

Today, Kenci-kun will meet Mr. Tsukamoto of Inamura for me, and I will take four women of each character to Sapporo, a mysterious paradise in the White Country.