k thorn bird

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, and the mist lingered in the narrow bathroom. That was Adolf K. Weitzman taking a bath.

Outside, Gou Lang is preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.Firecrackers have been set off outside, and the Chinese Spring Festival custom has been spread to Japan and accepted by everyone.

The cat sat leisurely on the bed, watching the recently hit "Black and White＊＊Punishment", then turned to look at Gou Lang, and the bell was jingling.

"Hey, Black Assistant, is the meal ready yet? We are all hungry."

"There's still a while until the fish is cooked." Gou Lang responded loudly in the kitchen.

But after a while, the sound of the water disappeared, and the bathroom door opened. Weitzman was wrapped in a kimono, but because he was not good at handling it, the clothes were baggy.

"Ahhhhh, Xiao Hei, come and help me." Weitzman looked at the person in the mirror and smiled awkwardly.

"Okay." Gou Lang responded, picked up the fish in the pot, and took it out by the way.

Put the fish on the table, there are already five dishes on the table.

"Really, I don't know how to make a kimono, but I still want to wear it." Gou Lang helplessly raised his forehead.

Looking up, I saw a picture that made my heart beat faster.

The freshly washed hair was stained with clear water droplets, and the hair was slightly curly. The kimono was sloppy, revealing the white shoulders, and the seductive flesh of the chest.

"I can't help it. I'm yearning for kimonos, and today is the Spring Festival. Wouldn't it be great to combine Japanese and Chinese cultures?" Weitzman smiled slightly, "Xiao Hei."

Gouron blushed and helped Weitzman tidy up the kimono, "Really, he is the king of silver, and he is so casual."

"Yes, what Xiao Hei said is true, but that's me." Weitzman smirked, "Why is Xiao Hei's face so red?"

Gou Lang didn't say anything, but his face turned redder, as if he was about to bleed.

After hastily tidying up the kimono for my king, I wanted to escape from the scene. It was really embarrassing!

Weitzman hugged Gou Lang with one hand, and buried his head on Gou Lang's shoulder, "Just let me hug him for a while, just for a while."

After a moment of peace, Gou Lang pushed Weitzman away, the flush on his face faded, "I...I want to go eat...you...you come later..."

Weizman smiled softly, maybe he was too lonely, and wanted to grab the straws around him desperately.

Time will keep passing, but for him, time will never move, and he will always be alone.Maybe when I wake up one day, or suddenly find that the surrounding scenery is no longer familiar to me, and the familiar people are no longer familiar to me...

Looking at the sad and well-dressed man in the mirror, he couldn't help but put his hands on the mirror, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, but the smile didn't disappear, which made people feel distressed.

That's it... In the long flow of time, as the [Silver King] "unchanged"...