Since that day, Shimizu Tetsuki has rarely seen Nanami in Shimizu.

Every time I return to the apartment, the living room is always empty and the air is mostly quiet. Only the occasional sound from her room can make Kimizu Tetsu think that she is still there.

At the same time, the supper that had lasted for more than a year has disappeared, Shimizu Tetsu returned to the day when he visited the street corner bento shop every day, occasionally changing to the convenience store's quick food as a conditioner.

As the end of the year approaches, the air that has been integrated with snowflakes becomes colder, but the manuscripts of Kishida Masaki are getting more and more urgent.

Hayami Study’s literary magazine plans to release a New Year’s supplement in January, which means Shimizu Toru must write twice the number of pages in the past. At the same time, the plot of "Haijie Diary" is approaching its end, and it is becoming increasingly consuming to maintain the writing level.

It was another cloudy evening. The fine snow outside the window slowly fell, and Qingshuiche sat in front of the quilt in the living room, staring at the flashing cursor on the computer screen.

The beginning of a book may be supported by just a little inspiration, but in the second half of the writing, in addition to mental and physical strength, more is needed to fight the pale emotions left after the inspiration fades.

And this is exactly what Shimizu Tetsu lacks now.

After trying hard to type on the keyboard for a while, my brain was like a rubber band that had lost its elasticity. No matter how I pulled it, it was just awkward.

Pinching the corners of his eyes, Qingshui swept through the characters that had just formed, and the tips of his eyebrows gradually flipped. Just as he was thinking about whether to continue modifying or simply deleted, a knock on the door suddenly sounded at the entrance.

After breathing, Shimizuki got up and walked over, but the visitor exceeded his expectations.

"Can you be old?"

Wearing a small windbreaker, Nian Lingna's scarf and the ends of her hair were filled with snow water that had not yet melted. She shook the paper bag on her hand, raised her face and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Qingshuisan."

"Niannian, why are you..."

"Ah, that... it snowed today, and the acting teacher notified the course to be cancelled. I made some small cakes at home. I want to ask Qingshuisan to try..."

Looking at the paper bag she was holding in front of her chest, Shimizu Tetsu turned around and looked inside.

There was no movement in the quiet air.

Sighing, Shimizu Tetsu made way out of the position, "Can Nian, come in first."

"That's disturbing..."

Taking off his shoes, Nian Lingna gently tapped the toes in black socks on the floor. She first looked around and looked at the whole room, and then she followed Shimizu Tetsu as if she was relieved.

Sitting opposite each other through the quilt, Nian Lingna turned her eyes a few more times, gathered her hands at her mouth, and made a soft voice at him: "Qingshuisan, were you writing?"

"Yes, I've been rushing for manuscripts recently."

"Then...Seven see Sang?"

“…”

Unexpectedly, Nian Lingna quietly bulged her face and was not discouraged. She opened the paper bag, folded the edge a few times, and gently pushed it to Shimizuke, carefully lifting her eyebrows.

"That...Qingshuisan, I went to school with the books, maybe it wasn't very delicious..."

"Oh, thank you, I didn't have supper."

Looking at the slightly burnt cake in the bag, Shimizu Tetsu picked up one and put it into his mouth.

"Yeah, that's not bad."

"Hey? Really?"

Although he was very happy, he was like a squirrel in the carnivore territory, and Nian Lingna's happy expression was also cautious.

Watching Shimizu Tetsu picked up the second piece of cake again, Nian Lingna suddenly thought of something, moved her knees, and got closer.

"Qingshuisan."

"Um?"

Shimizuchi stopped the movements in his hand. He sat in front of the computer for an afternoon. His hunger was not obvious, but after eating some cake, it surged.

"That... Do you want to try the supper I made for my mother when I was at home. Although I was not very skilled, it tasted..."

Capturing a flush that rose inexplicably at the corner of her eyes, Qingshui was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the still closed door, and shook her head.

"No need to bother, these are all. If you can do nothing else, why not..."

However…

"I'll go to the kitchen first..."

As if he hadn't heard him, Nian Lingna stood up straight with her eyes hanging down and walked towards the kitchen with her steps.

Before Shimizuki could open his mouth to block it, a door opened from the inside first.

"Ah, Miss Qisai..."

Shimizu Tetsuki turned his eyes and saw Nanami Nanami walking out of the bedroom.

She held her arms, her face pale, her cold eyes swept across Shimizuto, and finally fell on Nonian Rena's face.

"Miss Nengnian is there anything wrong with me?"

"Ah, that..."

Feeling the captivating momentum of Nanami, Nian Rena subconsciously lowered her eyes. But as if she was thinking about talking about something, she clenched her fists. Although she was trembling with irresistible tremor, she forced her eyes and went straight up.

Now I am different from before!

Repeating this sentence in my heart, Nian Lingna mustered up the courage to speak: "Well, if I can, I plan to borrow the kitchen..."

"Is that?" Nanami Nanami raised her eyebrows, "But generally speaking, there is no such thing as borrowing the kitchen, right?"

Unconsciously shrank his head, Nian Lingna could pinch his fingertips, and she seemed to have courage.

"Even if you haven't heard of Miss Qi, it doesn't mean you haven't..."

"But, there is still a little distance from where Miss Nengnian lives here. It's a bit strange if you go so far to borrow the kitchen."

"Even if it's a bit strange...but, whom I'm willing to borrow the kitchen from...it has nothing to do with Miss Qijian..."

Looking at Reinani Nonian who couldn't help but shake his body and wanted to hold on, Nanami narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw that.

"Even if this is the case, then first of all, someone else is willing to lend it to you, right?"

"But... Miss Qijian is not the owner of the kitchen..."

"Sorry, I've been using this kitchen."

"But now there is obviously no one..."

"No," interrupted Reina Nonian's words. Seeing Nanami glance at Shimizu Toru, who was about to speak, "I'm going to use it now. So... Miss Nonian would rather go back and use her own kitchen."

After saying that, she turned around and walked into the kitchen, locking Nonian Rena's thoughts and Shimizu Tetsu, who was trying to say something, was locked outside the door with her backhand.

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After seeing off Nonian Rena with a frustrated look downstairs, Shimizu Toru originally planned to take this opportunity to chat with Nanami Nanami.

However, when he returned to the apartment, there was no movement in the room.

The living room was still the same as before, and the door to her bedroom was still closed, only the kitchen door that had been closed before was half open, and a smell that seemed to be there or not floated out from it.

Shimizuki tried to push the door and went in, but there was no one there. There was only a portion of fried rice that had just been prepared on the table.
Chapter completed!