24 24 Dear Angel, Envy (1/2)

”Nevertheless, Zhou often caught such a beauty. Mother surprised.”

Shut up with Zhou, who is tired of denying it, and Midday, who doesn't know what to do.

Shibako, who sees it as an affirmation in the blindfold no matter what he says rather than as an affirmation, stares into the middle of the day with eyes that do not try to hide his curiosity.

”What do you think Zhou is doing well from midday?

”Huh.... thats the... to the point of not dying...”

”Tell me it's done there.”

”'Cause the first room was dirty.”

”It's weird. You keep it now.”

”I'm helping you clean, right?”

”Well, I appreciate that. Rice, cleaning, the neighborhood really.”

I can't get my head up at midday in that regard.

Since she is the only one who can live comfortably now, she can do so without hesitation if she is as grateful as a dungeon. I won't do it because I hate midday, but I tried from day to day to try to make it as midday as possible.

However, it was Shikoko who took this statement in a less favourable direction.

”Well, if you went around, you always had it done to you at midday, not just this time, that you were a helpless kid. Do you even live together?”

”No! Why would that happen! I live next door!

”Oh, so fate meets you! Good for you, Zhou, for your beautiful daughter.”

”I don't deny that you're beautiful and clever, but there's disagreement about how fate meets.”

”Romantic is good.”

”I didn't say that in that sense! I'm telling you, I have no social connections at all!

”Oh.”

Zhou's cheeks are about to get seriously tight on Shifuko, who no doubt recognises it as a lightning shield.

My son, who doesn't know how many times he has been plagued by a mother who interprets it more conveniently than nicely as food for delusions for him, sighed heaviest in the last few months.

At midday, which is pushed by too much momentum, I wander around because I look at Zhou and Shibako alternately and see them as gray.

”Midday, Midday, this may be a parental gaze, but Zhou doesn't have a good mouth and he's not honest, but he's honest and gentleman enough, so you can think he made a good purchase. Well, I don't have any female experience, so it would be nice for Midday to steer there well.”

Mother, shut the fuck up!

The second half is quite an extra favor.

”Because it's not. I wonder why you didn't make her or something. I think it would be nice if you looked like Shudo. Well, maybe it's because it's wild?

”Extra help.”

”Why don't I show you something cool at midday?

”I don't want to, and I don't want to see him either.”

”Once again -. Oh, what, Midday can tailor it to your liking? If you wear it, the perimeter will look pretty good.”

He smiles vaguely at Shibako, who laughs and pushes him, whether he is in trouble at midday.

The presence of Shikoko, who is making that calm and settled angel so difficult, may be amazing in a way.

”Mother, because I really have vertebral problems. Go home or go home.”

”It doesn't make me great to go home to my mother. Well, it's true I interrupted your sweet time with her, so maybe it's time to stay put.”

”Go home as soon as you can.”

I'm tired of denying it strongly already, and midday will be struggling with being attached to this tension.

At midday, it is subtly laid back.

Naturally, basically, it's because a quiet girlfriend fits into a conversation of tension that even her accustomed real son gets tired of.

When I try to pay my hand firmly as I decide to work later and point it at Shikoko, I get a subtle disgruntled face back.

Still, he didn't say he'd stay, but he cares about this one for once. Obviously in the wrong direction though.

”Oh, Midday, shall I exchange contact details? Let me hear about our attitude to life later.”

”Huh, yes...?

Zhou held onto his forehead to make the connection he wanted me to give him a break at the end.

Midday is already flowing helplessly, exchanging contacts on my smartphone as prompted.

This will undoubtedly make it a little bit at midday.

(I'm so sorry)

With a full smile, Zhou decided to send him to his father later to ”Please, just hold the reins” to Shibako, who was holding his hand at midday and pressing ”Say hello to Zhou”.

”Tired...”

I'm sorry, there's a typhoon.

The two were already exhausted even though their stay was not that long, and they stood side by side and lowered their hips on the couch.

Zhou, sitting down somewhat, sighs deeply as he holds his face down. While I reluctantly sit down for a bit at midday, I'm usually more bent than usual by stretching out.

”Really, I'm sorry I made you go home the wrong way”