People in Tokyo, the world is clear

At that time, Ms. Flamingo, who was wearing home clothes, brought out the folded clothes and put them into his backpack while making nagging instructions like a drama queen, about the details of how many buttons to put on the tie and where to put it on the neck.

Then he suddenly realized that he had awakened his acting talent, and immediately withdrew his hand, took two steps back, covered his face and began to mutter to himself, condemning his own confusion.

So weird.

I could only shake my head and stop looking back at those scenes.

After the ticket checking and waiting procedures, I quickly got on the platform and into the carriage.

It was not until he sat down and the car started that Lin Sen noticed the belated nervousness from the actions of the girl next to him.

"Right, right? What time does it arrive?"

"A little after three in the afternoon. If we go there, we can catch dinner in time."

"I'm always worried that I might say something wrong..."

"I think I should be the one worrying about this. Ito just needs to act like his grandma."

"...Um, Senior."

"So what?"

"That is, when the time comes for me to confront my grandma, should I act a little shy?"

"Wow. Does Ito know a story called "Painting a Snake and Adding Feet"?

"Well."

The girl didn't know what was going on in her heart. Her cheeks puffed up briefly, then deflated with a whoosh.

I don't know what he was thinking about, but suddenly Zhan Yan chuckled softly.

"It seems like it should be a very serious matter, but when I think about it carefully, it suddenly feels like playing house when I was a kid."

"Speaking of which, is playing house a necessary part of most people's childhood? It seems I'm one of the few."

"Senior, have you never played it?"

"No. My biggest hobby as a child was dividing up territories on a world map and imagining the rivalries between the various factions I designed."

"Eh? It sounds like a good 'boy's' hobby."

"What is the process of playing house? Can you give me some guidance?"

When the train is on the way, if there is nothing to talk about, you can only close your eyes and sleep, or stare at the scenery passing by outside the window.

Because of his previous life's job, Lin Sen often traveled around the world. He was almost numb to the scenery outside the train and naturally had no interest in quietly appreciating it.

I had to try to find some topics.

In the carriage, it is basic courtesy to keep quiet.

There was a middle-aged man sleeping in the seat behind me, snoring rhythmically, which could be heard through the seat.

So the girl naturally leaned over, put her shoulders forward, and let her soft hair stick to the fabric of the suit.

Keep your voice down amidst the background noise.

"Actually, I'm not really sure. In the past, I didn't have many friends to play with, so I just watched others play from afar and then learned to play on my own."

"one person?"

"Yeah. When grandma takes a nap at noon and I have nothing to do, I play house with myself."

The girl recounted slowly, "I play the roles of father, mother, and child all by myself. It's actually surprisingly fun to do this alone. Although it does feel a bit lonely sometimes, there's also a sense of freedom to play however I want."

As I tell the story, pictures naturally emerge in my mind.

Amidst the large spread of cloth, the petite girl hid in the room next to where her grandmother was taking a nap. She knelt on the ground and talked to herself while looking at the props in front of her that served as furniture.

A solitary childhood.

Perhaps because of this, he was able to retain the purity of his character and some of his childish traits?

With emotion, we slowly started to talk openly.

Somewhat consistent, some not.

It was not until Lin Sen started searching for a new topic that he realized that the weight on his arms had increased a little.

There was a light and gentle breathing sound in my ears.

Before she knew it, the short-haired girl slowly fell asleep under the slightly hypnotic talk therapy.

I fell silent, glanced at the trees and wilderness outside the window, and lamented the dullness of the journey ahead.

These days, without cell phones, a slow car ride is akin to being in jail.

Maybe, you should bring a book with you and read it on the way.

"Um..."

Coincidentally, Miss Ito, who was sleeping on my shoulder, hummed softly, as if in agreement.

It also immediately drew his attention back and made Lin Sen's thoughts suddenly jump out of control.

Speaking of which——

It seems that I have never seen what little Ito looks like when he sleeps.

She's a pretty girl normally. What does she look like when she closes her eyes and falls asleep?

Curiosity is a wonderful thing. Usually, we hide deep inside, but when a question is aroused, we can't wait to get the answer.

Lin Sen admitted that he really wanted to find out the truth.

He has never been a tangled person.

Just do it.

So, taking advantage of the unknown moment when the girl was asleep, he tried his best to maintain his posture, slowly leaned his head forward, turned his gaze, and slowly uncovered Miss Ito's sleeping face from the side.

Different from her usual agility and liveliness, the girl's pretty face with her eyes closed showed a kind of peace and tranquility.

Her daily temperament is close to that of a teenage girl, and at this moment she is even more immature and innocent.

What’s even more interesting is the process of slowly opening the eyes. The misty pupils seem to be encountering transparent glass in fog, giving a hazy and cute feeling... and so on.

After this analysis, the current situation suddenly changed from one-sided observation to two-way confrontation.

The girl blinked her eyes and caught the peeping man in the act, making the situation suddenly become a little awkward.

The next second, those beautiful black eyes opened wider.

Realizing the current situation, the girl's cheeks slowly turned red as she faced the face of someone who was observing her closely.

"you..."

broken.

Fortunately, thick skin came in handy in time.

Lin Sen stood up calmly, pretending to be calm.

"So he fell asleep. I was wondering why he didn't reply for so long."

Perfect reason!

But it is not accepted by someone around who knows the situation well.

Then the thin suit was pinched by two fingers, and soon the pain of punishment came.

"Wow! Where did this weirdo come from, Senpai? How could he have such a bad taste as to peek at someone sleeping?"

"Children are just watching it casually because they don't know any better. Besides, let me correct you, it's not embarrassing at all, it's quite interesting."

"So he was peeking on purpose!"

"this."

At this point, I can only admit that I'm sorry for the combo.

Fortunately, given the current relationship and situation between the two, this little episode is not worth taking too seriously.

The price of a prank is only two or three minutes of physical pain.

After a half-day journey, we arrived at the final destination in the countryside, took the bus to the vicinity of our destination, and then walked together.

This was my first time visiting Ito's ancestral home. It's an old house with a distinct sense of age, and you can even smell the woody fragrance that speaks to the passage of time.

The girl pulled the young man to stand in front of the house and took a rare deep breath with some nervousness.

Like a student waiting to enter the examination room, feeling uneasy and hesitant.

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He looked up and glanced over quietly, then took out his keys with trembling hands.

Unexpectedly, after trying several times to locate the keyhole, I was so flustered that I couldn't get anything out.

"Are your hands shaking?"

Lin Sen expressed his concern, but received only a denial.

"No! Weird..."

The girl looked at the keyhole again in a daze, then took a step back.

I suddenly laughed at myself.

"It seems the lock has been changed. Really, I..."

Helpless, he reached out and hammered on the door.

"Grandma! Are you there?"

After several attempts to call, there was no response.

"Not at home?"

It seems that the home visit process is not going smoothly.

Lin Sen turned his head and glanced at the neighbor who lived next door to his house.

"Go ask?"

The door next door is easy to knock open.

However, when they first met, the woman dressed as a housewife looked suspiciously at the girl who asked questions in a somewhat familiar manner.

"You two are..."

"Um, I'm Xiguo. I saw you three months ago. Don't you remember..."

"Oh, oh! I'm so sorry, I just forget things..."

Ms. Ito's insignificant nature remains as evident as ever.

After some inquiries, I learned that Ito's grandmother had just rushed to the hospital for a follow-up examination and would not be back for a while.

The two fools instantly returned to the front of the house like idiots and stood in front of the door staring at each other.

Finally, the girl couldn't help but curl her lips and stamp her feet.

Good news. At least the stiff tension has dissipated a lot.

"Really. It's a failure."

"What to do next? Go to the hospital to see your grandma?"

"Um..."

The girl shook her head as if she didn't agree, then she suddenly had an idea and raised her finger.

"Why don't we go buy some groceries? When my grandma is alone, she often just makes do with whatever she wants. This time, while we're here, I'll make her a nice meal!"

He put his hands on his hips and puffed up his face.

"Senior, you always seem to doubt my cooking skills. This time, I'll open your eyes!"

The moment the idea came to her, the girl acted like an excited child.

He took a step forward, naturally put his arm around Lin Sen, and pulled him away.

He took a detour through the town, as he was familiar with it, and soon picked up several bags of vegetables and meat.

He rushed back to the door of the ancestral home, pulled Lin Sen to sit down, and a rare confidence appeared on his face.