I push the kid!

"We just got off the plane today, so you must be tired."

"Not at all."

"I'm sleepy."

"Then I'll help you wake up." She looked around, "Let's go there, to that coffee shop!"

"Cafe?"

Angel Coffee Shop.

When I walked in, I only saw two people inside, one was a waiter with long blond hair, and the other was probably the store manager.

The waiter was drinking coffee and the store manager was cleaning.

If it weren't for the clues from the two people's ages and clothes, it would be hard to imagine who was the worker.

"excuse me."

"Manager, there are another customer in the store..." The waiter looked impatient.

"Tian Zhen, can you help me clear the table for the guests?"

"Tsk, I'm so tired."

"That's right. I'm sorry to ask you to work in the store so late today!"

The waiter put down the coffee and pulled a chair out from under the table: "Please take a seat."

"It would be nice if you could be more polite to the guests, Tian Zhen-san!"

"..." After they sat down, she put the menu down, took out a notebook and a pen and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Just two cups of the store's signature dishes." Ogura Yuki said directly.

"Two cups of coffee." The waiter urged the manager.

"Okay!" The store manager began to make coffee. "A cup of coffee after work really adds a different flavor. I'm actually quite confident in blending coffee."

No one paid any attention to him. Tian Zhen sat back and drank his coffee. As he drank, he looked extremely bitter.

As for Ogura Yuki, she held her face with her hands. Before the coffee was ready, she stared at Makimura Taku:

"A-san."

Makimura Taku's eyebrows jumped and he raised his eyes.

"T-san."

He clenched his fist and coughed dryly: "What is it, Miss Ogura."

"That's too much," Ogura Yuki said, "You never called me by my name, but I always called you Makimura. That's not fair."

"That being said, it is a bit." Makimura Taku paused, "Ogura."

"Let's just call you Youxi!"

"Just call her Miss Ogura."

"Really?" She stared at me.

The coffee was ready, but neither of them had much appetite. However, the store manager was standing beside them with an expectant look on his face, so they had to take a sip.

"It's delicious!" said Ogura Yuki, and Makimura Taku nodded.

"Really? That's great," the store manager smiled sheepishly, "As long as the customers are satisfied with their drinks, I'll be content."

He stood there, wanting to hear more praise from the two men, but neither of them paid any attention to him.

He put his hands together like a real waiter, laughed awkwardly twice, and walked away dejectedly.

The surroundings became quiet, and it really felt like late at night. The street outside the window was no longer so noisy, and there were no crowds of people under the gorgeous signs.

In the coffee shop, Ogura Yuki stirred the coffee in his hand and said without looking up: "Makimura."

Makimura Taku put down the coffee and asked her what she wanted to say. Ogura Tomoki shook her head and smiled, it was unclear whether the smile was happy or bitter. She said, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Makimura Taku replied.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you."

"Not long, actually."

"How many times have I called you?"

"Forgive me, I really can't remember."

"fraud."

"Whatever you say is fine."

"Not to mention you," she said, "I forgot about it anyway."

Makimura Taku pondered and said nothing.

Ogura Yuki took a big sip of coffee. She didn’t want to sleep today. “If you don’t call me, I won’t call you, Makimura. I think this is fair.”

“You want fairness in everything?”

"I want everything," she said. "Fair!"

"As the eldest lady, it's really unfair to me."

"I can be a big lady, or I can be an ordinary person, whatever you want me to be."

"Miss."

"It's inconsistent."

“I don’t need to be that fair.”

"You..." She hesitated, and put the cup of coffee to her lips, but didn't drink any of it. She put it down again, "It took me so long to call you. I want fairness."

The store was filled with silence, and the yellowish light shone down, which was the store's unique old-fashioned style.

Taku Makimura remembered a brain teaser he had heard a long time ago: What could fill a classroom in an instant?

The silence, the air, the lights, it was just too much.

"When I was in Karuizawa, I often went to the cinema alone, and I watched Bouquet of Love nine times."

Ogura Yuki suddenly said:

"Then, I always go to coffee shops alone. I have tried every flavor of coffee and can tell which ones taste better right away."

“When I was in Karuizawa, I was always petting cats by myself, but eventually I found some people, and they were all girls.

“From time to time, I feel like exercising when I wake up early in the day.

"When the weather is nice, I occasionally go out for a walk. If I pass by the Stone Church, I will definitely watch the wedding.

“In the evening, I would find a corner to enjoy the sunset.

"When I was in Karuizawa, I would occasionally check the weather in Tokyo."

I don't know when she started to no longer have the expression of a young lady:

"When I was in Karuizawa, I would occasionally, occasionally, occasionally think of you..."

Her eyes speak and her expression is convincing.

But it's a lie.

Thanks to [Qin Ze my wife] [Yuexia Wuhen 317] [Leinardo Liu Neng] [UBS] for their rewards.

Thanks to [月下无痕317] for the ten monthly tickets.

Thank you all for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.

Chapter 71 On the stage, you are the only one born to be an idol

Chapter 71 70.On the stage, you are the only one born to be an idol

After she finished speaking, she looked at Makimura Taku.

Start looking from the eyes, see the eyebrows, see the forehead, see the messy but beautiful hair.

Finally, he looked back at his eyes, and carefully observed every part of his face, nose, and chin.

Her lips were slightly parted, and she wanted to say something. It had been a long time since they last met, and she had a lot to say in her heart.

Even if it was impossible to explain it clearly over the phone, it would be fine in person. She had been thinking this before she boarded the plane.

She thought that when she got off the plane, Taku Makimura would come to pick her up, and she would ask the driver to drive directly to the mall.

The two of them strolled until night, and after coming out, they walked along the unfamiliar riverside, watching the trams passing by and marveling at how amazing Tokyo really is.

Go watch a movie at night, a ghost story, a romance, an anime, a sexy action movie, anything is fine.

Later, they went to the bar.

Taku Makimura would definitely say that minors are not allowed to drink. She would then smile sideways and say, "You didn't expect that, right? This bar also belongs to me." Then she looked at Taku Makimura's stunned expression.

She had planned everything, but nothing happened.

On the wall hangs an oil painting by German painter Winterhalter. It is not an authentic one, but the girl in the painting is still lifelike.

Wearing a crown, a white gauze skirt, and holding a paper fan, she exudes an aristocratic temperament.

Where the girl was looking, the coffee was steaming, but the steam was about to dissipate.

Ogura Yuki suddenly didn't want to say anything. She raised the cup and drank the coffee in one gulp.

The two of them stayed together for about thirty minutes, and she called the driver over, but the person who came was different from the previous one.

They sat in the back seat together, Taku Makimura fastened his seat belt, and Tomoki Ogura closed the door reluctantly, staring at his profile for a while without noticing.

The car started and drove to the door of Taku Makimura's house, and Tomoki Ogura said goodbye to him.

It was already past one o'clock, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. It must be because of the coffee she drank.

She said goodbye to Taku Makimura through the window, and Taku Makimura raised his hand.

The wind suddenly got stronger, the moon was only half visible, the world was extremely cold, and the car carried her into the night.

In the next few days, Taku Makimura returned to his normal working days.