~： The first year story 064, tick—tick—tick—tick—

Idiot thinks this way, but it basically became the reason for his constant comparison in the shop. To fully consider the three aspects of quality, warmth, and comfort, and to make decisions within a very limited amount of money, of course, you need to consider carefully.

"Wow~~~! Wow~~~!"

While the idiot was thinking about it, suddenly there was a cry of excitement from behind him. He turned his head, but what was greeted was the little girl lying on the ground, constantly flapping his hands and feet.

The shop owner who was reading the newspaper and listening to music raised his head slightly, and after seeing that nothing happened, he continued to look down at the newspaper. The idiot shook his head, stepped forward and picked up the little girl.

"Lie down and don't move."

The idiot pressed the bread on the sofa with his hand, and after a warning, turned around again to pick the cloth.

"Wow~~~~! Wow~~~~~!"

After a while, excitement came from behind again...

The idiot closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he turned around, he found that there was nothing on and around the sofa? !

This idiot's complexion was suddenly brushed off, and he walked quickly to the sofa...Really, there was really no bread.

"Where did Xiao Nizi go?"

Dim Mie opened his blood pupil and looked around. The idiot also raised his head and looked around. It was also at this moment, behind a hanger on the diagonal corner with the idiot, there was a burst of baby laughter.

"Huh! The little girl crawls very fast?!"

The idiot shook his head and stepped forward. But just when he turned the clothes rack, thinking that he could see the girl who was lying on the ground constantly moving...

That girl is gone again...

"Bread, where are you?"

The idiot spoke. What I got was a giggle from behind another hanger.

There is no way, the idiot has to walk over again and find that little girl. But every time I reached the hanger, I couldn't find the little girl. After the idiot asked, laughter from the little guy came from another place. He just looked for it like this. Later, he looked for the girl and looked at the clothes on the hangers to determine which clothes were made of the most warmth.

However, his lack of anger does not mean that the owner of this store is not angry. Perhaps annoyed by the little girl’s laughter, the half-bald boss threw down the newspaper suddenly and yelled, “Hey! Buy it, I’m not a kindergarten here. I will provide you with a place to hide and seek!

The idiot's search stopped under this scolding. That's right, he doesn't have much time, he must quickly find fabric to buy good things. But just when he was about to turn around and leave a hanger...

Deng Deng Deng Deng!

A hurried sound suddenly came out from behind the hanger! The voice rushed directly to the idiot's feet, and soon a small figure rushed out of the hanger and hugged the idiot's left leg.

"Gluck~~~huhuhu~~~~!"

He lowered his head and saw the emerald green eyes of Little Bread. She held the idiot's left leg very happily, and kept moaning. But when she was young, she didn't know how much impact the move she had just rushed out had on the idiot.

She...not for crawling...

But use...

Gone?

The idiot stared at the little **** his left leg in a daze, at the weak, slightly bent calf. At this time he realized that it was more accurate to say that the little girl was hugging herself rather than holding her left leg as a support. Those two calves kept rubbing against the ground, seeming to want to step on the ground with the soles of the feet again. However, after struggling a few times, the little girl's hand holding the idiot's trousers gradually became weak, let go, and sat down on the ground.

Will she go?

The idiot's eyes were still low, looking at the child who had lived with him for almost a year. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, because when she hugged her just a year ago, she was obviously so small and so weak...The two calves had no extra strength except for pedaling. But now... in a blink of an eye, she can walk with these little feet?

Little Bread slumped on the ground, looking up at the idiot before him. She giggled and stretched out her hands. At first, the idiot thought she wanted to hold her by herself, but soon he knew that the bun extended his hands to support the ground, and then, little by little, stood up again...

His two little feet were still so weak, and he seemed to be swaying and unsteady when he stood up. Sure enough, within a few seconds, she thumped and fell to the ground again, but this time it was not her butt, but her face facing forward.

Snapped.

With the sound of the bun hitting the ground, the idiot recovered. He quickly squatted down at a speed that he couldn't believe him, stretched out his hand, and hugged the little girl.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Little Bread giggled, pedaling her feet, and when the idiot put her on the ground, she tried to walk again. Watching her staggering steps, staggering around her, pulling her clothes as support, and constantly trying to walk. The idiot really realized one thing for the first time...

She is growing up.

And the person who witnessed her growing up was not someone else...

It's me.

"Ah~~~Ah~~~~ Woo~~~!"

With a puff, Little Bread's feet softened again and sat on the ground in front of the idiot. She giggled, maybe because she was too tired to walk, the little girl finally stretched out her hands to the idiot and screamed. It seemed that she really wanted to hug it by herself.

The eyes that had been covered by snow and frost for many years really began to melt at this moment. There is still no smile on his face, and his cold face is still a color that is far away. But he stretched his hands towards the bread, but there was no coldness that made his bones freeze.

No...Is it cold?

At the moment when the idiot picked up the bread and put her on the ground again, a blizzard full of wild beasts suddenly opened the door! The cold air swept away the rare warmth bred here in an instant, as the store door opened and closed. A person appeared in this small clothing store.

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In the shop, the old record player of the bald boss still plays a melodious melody. The door was closed, and the snow that occasionally drifted in quickly melted in the warm room. Just like the smiling face of the person who came in, it was enough to make anyone feel the warmth of spring.

The boss put down the newspaper, walked up with a professional smile. The man smiled and replied politely. From the answer, it seemed that he could prove his rich knowledge and honorable identity.

"Ah, it was a big snow. It made my clothes soaked. Boss, I need to buy a suitable dress because I'm going to a party later. Do you have decent clothes here? ?"

The man was naked to the upper body with a gentle smile. The boss is naturally ecstatic in the face of such a big business. He nodded and bowed, leading the man to the side where the dress was placed, and introduced it graciously.

"Boss, can I have a look at it alone?"

Facing the boss's hospitality, the man smiled slightly. The shop owner understood the meaning, smiled a little awkwardly, and stepped back behind the counter, waiting for the man to buy clothes.

The shop, which had just been blown away by the blizzard, returned to tranquility again. The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the music in the record player is minimized by the store owner. Only the clock hanging on the wall is left, still ta... ta... ta...

The man was patrolling the shop, his feet were on the ground, and the wall clock made a slight sound. Those voices were approaching the idiot little by little, and the toddler who pulled his trousers near the idiot's feet...

It's near... the steps are getting closer.

despair……

despair……!

despair……! !

despair!

despair! !

despair! ! !

The idiot was still looking at the clothes in front of him, and he didn't look back. But his left hand, at this moment, was tightly holding on Little Bread's hand. Not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, he pulled the little bread in front of him, blocking the connection between the sound of footsteps and her with his back!

The footsteps... stopped.

Stopped behind the idiot.

Can hear... hear some slight breathing sounds. Every hair of the idiot seemed to feel that the airflow above his head was being disturbed by that breath. His eyes were still staring at those fabrics, but his hands unnaturally wrapped his arms around the bread, standing quietly...

Tap, tap, tap...

The footsteps left, and the finished record was put on the shelf by the store owner, and the music was played from the beginning. The idiot lowered his head, picked up a piece of fabric, turned around, and walked to the counter.

The shop owner was there with his mouth poked, and seemed to have no interest in the idiot's actions. At this moment, the man greeted, and the shop owner immediately walked out from behind the counter in cheers and walked to the man's side.

The idiot turned his head, he let go of the cloth, picked up the bread, and walked outside the shop. However, his foot only took one step, and he didn't move anymore...

Not because he refused to leave this warm shop, and not because he still wanted to buy fabrics. It's because of the man with his upper body naked. He always walked around the front door of the shop. If he wanted to leave the shop, he had to pass by his side.

The music is laughing and the snow is floating. The cold air is condensing in the breath...