Chapter 767： : White Christmas (Part 1)

The night is getting deeper.

Nearly midnight, the hustle and bustle of the shopping street only showed some signs of indifference.

The restaurant began to clean up the tables and chairs, and the food festival stalls outside were more or less ready to withdraw the stalls and leave.

The wind suddenly rose late at night, and the weather forecast said that there will be a sudden cooling tonight. At this time, Morita stood at the door of Morita noodle shop and was blown by the wind. When the whole person was trembling, I realized this deeply. How badly the temperature has dropped.

There were no more guests, and finally I could go upstairs to find a scarf and windproof, but Morita Maki was about to take a step, and the clear conversation through the store door made her subconsciously stop.

Two men who looked like reporters with chest-mounted cameras discussed with excitement.

"Chef's Christmas food festival stalls in the summer tonight are really popular. A full truck of wine was sold out half an hour ago!"

"It's more than Chef Xia's shop. Tonight in this neighborhood, the business is terribly hot. When tomorrow's report comes out, it's estimated that the whole Dongying food industry will be watching."

"Let me say that Chef Xia's pricing for snacks is too close to the people, 500 yen for a glass of mulled wine, a bag of roasted chestnuts, elementary school students have purchasing power, so the queue size is so scary, really, I would rather set a higher price It’s best to scare away all other guests and let us repeat free tasting, that’s great!”

"Hey, don't dream, this is a big holiday gift, I don't know when I will wait next time!"

It wasn't until the voice was so far that I couldn't hear it, Morita Maki stepped again.

噔噔噔!

At the pace of wearing small boots, inexplicably brisk, Morita was really happy. When she went to the boudoir and stood in front of the makeup mirror and put a scarf on herself, she couldn't help but stare at a gift box on the dressing table.

The gift box is tied with a bow, and there is nothing chic in it. Just a knitted scarf. What is the meaning? This is a girl who stays up late in the Jixingliao dormitory. He was accidentally stabbed by a wool needle while taking a nap.

"Didi, didididi, didididi..."

Suddenly, the alarm clock sounded in the room, Morita Maki, she reminded the alarm clock she would not forget, of course, patting her forehead, "It's twelve o'clock in 10 minutes!"

"Don't be afraid, really hopeful!"

Holding the claw machine in both hands, the girl said to herself and cheered herself up, her face so firm.

Open the line software.

"Are you there?"

"..."

As soon as this message was sent, Morita looked at the historical news that had not been answered. From last night to midnight tonight, it seemed that there were about seven or eight "is there" messages. She sticks her tongue out and two cheeks appear on her cheeks. Lovely Hongxia, whispering in embarrassment and stomping his feet, "A Yu is really, I haven't been replying to me since yesterday, what are you doing!"

The girl realized faintly that if she made a similar "absence" **** like this, I'm afraid she wouldn't want to get the response she wanted.

Courage again, with a slight trembling of fingers, struck out a message:

"If you see it, please come to that place, you know, I have Christmas gifts for you!"

"Must definitely come! I wait for you!"

Snapped!

After locking the phone and not seeing the chat box, the beating heart gradually returned to normal frequency. The girl shook her hand and closed her eyes, inhaled and exhaled again and again, and the whole talent calmed down after two or three minutes. .

I found a gift bag and packed a gift box. Of course, in addition to towels, there were two boxes of Christmas snacks marked with her personal stamp, Morita Maki. One box was chocolate candy, and the other box was Christmas Day cake.

Carrying his bag, he went downstairs, and the footsteps alarmed Morita's mother in the kitchen. He leaned forward and rushed to the girl who ran directly to the point of the house and shouted, "Maki, what are you doing?!"

The girl didn't answer. Shunlu was at the corner of the shop door again and moved a small cardboard box. So she took full things in her left and right hands, and her figure disappeared into the strong wind on the shopping street.

...

Xia's Christmas Food Festival is paved and closed.

It is enough to deal with empty wine bottles. The cooking pot and wok have to be moved back to the backyard. It is worth mentioning that the snacks of the sisters Yuchuan and Zhu Qing are also selling well and are well received. Sold out.

The guests of the store walked, scattered, and there was a car parked in the dark on the street outside.

The driver is a professional driver in a suit and is very reticent.

In the back seat of the car, Alice wearing a dress, biting her lip and fidgeting, lit up the phone screen from time to time, looked at the chat box without audio, and gritted her teeth and scolded: "Pretend, pretend, call you to pretend to die! Just don’t Reply to my message!"

The driver kicked the seat with anger, and the driver in the front seat looked straight ahead, without looking sideways.

With trembling anger in his fingers, he knocked out a message:

"My good lecturer, do you want my Christmas present? I'm right outside your house, come out!"

"Within your reach!"

It's just bold and clear, the style is in perfect harmony with the last night's success.

After sending the message, Alice glanced sideways at the complete gift bag next to her, confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and breathed a sigh of relief, a little bit uneasy and hopeful, "The lecturer will come? I'm at his doorstep If not coming..."

at the same time.

Hakone, on the outskirts of Tokyo.

In the mountains and forests, the Chiyoji Shrine, Yasushi Rina's hand held the vermillion railing, and the town under the mountain lights like fireflies, with a trace of lingering shame.

I remembered that I was waiting at the door for him to deflate for an afternoon, bang!

He kicked on the railing for a long while, and the large and undulating small **** tended to be gentle. Erina facelessly unlocked the mobile phone screen, still the familiar chat box interface.

The avatar of the chat partner is the ultimate toast picture of the Sapporo tournament than the stage, and the stars are brilliant.

Like Morita Mori, he has a historical chat history with a strong sense of both sight.

Are you there?

Is it there?

Don't pretend to die, a squeak comes out.

In a recent news, Erina gave up waiting, took a special car and hurried to the Hakone Chiyo Shrine, and was sent out on the way to participate in the winter training class. Indignant and indifferent: "I lost the trash for Christmas gifts, don't miss it!"

After changing the place and mood, and looking at the news again, a wave of waves appeared in Erina's eyes, and her finger point withdrew, but the text was still, and her shoulders collapsed and finally gave up.

How to do it?

Erina, frowning and biting her lips, kept patting the railing, regretting her heart. A moment of anger impulsively killed someone. How should I tell the annoying guy that she put Christmas present somewhere and let it be handed over?

...

"call!"

Hearing the midnight twelve o'clock in the store, Xia Yu finished the stove, and finally wiped his forehead sweat, revealing a self-identified smile: "Since Christmas Eve passed, am I a successful escape?"

Today's unexpected calm is not so peaceful.

Gee!

I have to secretly praise my wise heroes These little girls have tender skins and don't dare to cram gifts in front of them. Mobile phones have become a channel for sending messages. So, Xia Yu had a prejudgment yesterday, left the phone in front of the bed for charging in advance, and kept shutting down without taking it with him.

What was the situation yesterday?

To be honest, I'm curious.

After 12 o'clock, by Christmas, Xia Yu finally calmly went upstairs and found a mobile phone at the bedside.

The boot animation flashes.

Ding! Ding!

The message pops up in the push bar, it really is chat software.

But open the software, a bunch of front-line avatars, reminders of the number of red unread messages carried, let Xia Yu hissing, "lie, this number, a little bad feeling!"

At that time, Xia Yu shivered and realized that a strong complaint was rushing at him.