“——Auntie…Why do you say that?”

Nana Hashimoto was not a little confused about the words of the woman in front of her - "Like the two of them", it should be about Qiu Yang and his son, right? What does it mean to be like her once?

"San Hashimoto, do you have any people you hate?"

Qiu's mother did not directly answer her inquiry, and the topic jumped again, which made her a little tired of dealing with it.

"There are some things you have to say...

"What about the ratio? One out of ten people? One out of one hundred people?"

"How can I tell the ratio..."

Nana Hashimoto felt that her patience was passing away and her words went straight.

"Auntie, what do you have to say, why don't you say it?"

"——So, is there such a chance..."

However, the other party ignored her straight ball and said to himself.

"...Where is the person you hate just your flesh and blood?"

“…”

Nana Hashimoto was not silent. She realized that the layers of preparations in front of her might be for this sentence—but if you think about this seemingly "fallac" statement, it is not impossible in terms of probability.

"...But, if there is family affection, this is not the case, right?"

Hesitating, she tried to refute.

"...But family affection, what is it?"

“…”

Seeing that Nana Hashimoto was not stopped, Qiu's mother continued naturally. As she spoke, she also found it funny. The first time she was the one she didn't recognize, her son's girlfriend.

"After all, family affection requires time to build up, right?"

She sighed and continued to speak her theory.

"But when Qiu Yang was young, I had to tour various places because of the nature of my work and didn't have time to cultivate this kind of family affection."

Qiu's mother seemed to look out the window, but seemed to look far away.

"When I see my son again, he is such a young adult all of a sudden."

"But at this time I was sad to find that his way of doing things, his manners, and his nature, if he was put on a junior I knew in society, would be the type I hate - the one among a hundred people, who happened to be his own son. Moreover, without the blessing of family affection, hatred would be just ordinary hatred."

Hearing this? Nana Hashimoto only finds it ridiculous? But he couldn't help but feel that what she said makes sense? He murmured to himself.

“——I hate something…”

"And the reason for this annoying-"

Qiu's mother suddenly closed her eyes? She looked at Hashimoto directly.

"It is precisely because people with personality like us? If you live together, you may not be able to get happiness - me? Qiu Yang's father? Qiu Yang..."

"Of course, you're good at San Hashimoto."

“…”

Nana Hashimoto was silently confronting the woman in front of her, but gradually understood in her heart that she might be getting closer? The reason for the other party's seemingly inexplicable hostility.

"My father and I? The reason why I fell in love at the beginning was very simple - it was just a similar hobby, it was just a speculation of words..."

"But when we live together, we will find that our attraction is just because of our similarity... and this similarity? It will gradually evolve into various contradictions."

"—Because you know too much about the other person's way of thinking, you can guess each other's thoughts; you will cause all kinds of unnecessary troubles because of your inexplicable care and gentleness; and finally you will be afraid of being understood? and you will escape from each other..."

"I, who have experienced it, clearly realized it? People with a temperament like Qiu Yang's father will not be happy together - we love each other and are destined to hate each other. I know this very well, and he also knows it very well."

"That child Qiu Yang inherited our temperament? So it's natural? He and I couldn't get along well either. There is nothing we can do about it."

"--but……"

Hearing this, Nana Hashimoto couldn't help but interfere.

"But according to this statement, why can Qiu Yang and his father be very harmonious?"

“…because it’s the same-sex, right?”

Qiu's mother suddenly smiled. This was the first smile she showed to Hashimoto today. She looked much more kind compared to when she was cold.

However, Nana Hashimoto could only feel cold in her heart.

"It's like when I first saw you, I realized that you are the same person as us when I talked for a moment, so I can't understand the fact that you and Qiu Yang attract each other."

"Putting aside the fact that you are his girlfriend, I actually admire you quite a bit. But in order not to let him repeat our mistakes, at least I personally would not agree to you being together."

“…”

The words without saying anything can be called a resounding sound. Nana Hashimoto also realized that no matter whether this fallacy is "reasonable" or not, at least for Qiu's mother, she had no room for maneuver. If she wanted to continue to walk with Qiu Yang, perhaps only the path he said was "ignoring it".

And to be honest, if you say these words to others, you may just feel absurd, but if you say them to her, because of her special family, it really resonated to a certain extent.

Hashimoto Nana had one last sentence to struggle with after falling into an irrefutable situation.

“—But, is that the reason why you want Lanana to go into the water?”

"… Pull her into the water?"

My mother Qiu seemed to have heard some joke and laughed even brighter.

"It's not that I pulled her into the water. It's better to say that she was already in the water. As for my appreciation of her, it was also true. At that time, a little sister recommended it to me with all her strength. Later, I did think that Nanasa was good at all aspects. This time, she came to Shanghai, and she asked me some questions about stage design, and I also arranged some friends to give her guidance..."

Seeing that Nanami Hashimoto's face turned cold, Qiu's mother stopped talking and said with a smile.

"——San Hashimoto's expression should not be so serious. After all, isn't the power of choice still in Qiu Yang's own hands?"

"but……"

After hesitating for a moment, she continued, and politely rejected the tea served by the waiter, waved her hand and acted as if she was about to leave.

"...Now, Hashimoto Sang may know Qiu Yang better than me? His bad tenderness that is exactly the same as his father may only hurt others and yourself in the end."

“…”

Nana Hashimoto was not silent and did not make any strong arguments to refute this sentence. She even found it hard to deny the argument that the two of them would not be happy together.

Because of what Qiu's mother said, the friction and pain in love, she had begun to experience - the two people's mutual guessing thoughts based on understanding; Qiu Yang's kind and good person who was free from her own control; she was afraid of the artistic world, and was attached to Qiu Yang's indecisive performance on the stage... The relationship between the two seems to be stable and stable, and fragile.

——What’s even more terrifying is that everything is like the so-called “passer” prophecy of the so-called “passer” in front of you.

...

In front of Qiu's mother, perhaps Nana Hashimoto was still young. Her heart was shaken at this moment directly reflected in her expression and fell into the eyes of the woman.

"San Hashimoto, after all, I will say goodbye first."

With a chuckle in her heart, she stood up proudly and left her last sentence.

"——San Hashimoto, what is Qiu Yang doing now?"

“…?”

The turmoil in his heart has not subsided yet, and Nana Hashimoto is not as good as chewing on the other party's sentence in the future. This sounds like a sentence with words in the words.

But subconsciously, when she thinks, she will turn her eyes to the window and empty it.

After seeing this, by chance, she saw the scene she shouldn't have seen the scene she shouldn't have seen.

Just in the middle of the crowd not far from the street, it was very conspicuous. The girl pulled the boy's collar and kissed him on tiptoe. The city pedestrians running on both sides seemed to be the best, setting off the scorching urban love background board.

It's a very sweet picture.

——If she had not recognized Qiu Yang's identity at a glance without her clothes and figure.

“————————”

In my ears, the woman was holding her mouth and talking to herself in a narrow voice.

In just a moment, Nana Hashimoto seemed to hear something breaking.

At the end of the picture, the boy pushed the girl away as hard as possible within the limit of gentleness, followed by the girl's 90-degree bow, and the breakup with the two of them - the end of the urban love song is also like a TV series, which is not very beautiful and regret-like.

It’s just a pity that Nana Hashimoto didn’t see such an ending, and she couldn’t wait to grab the door and exit.

“—What is so-called gentleness.”

Now, I just want to ask for an explanation.

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Chapter completed!