My Girlfriend is Yingriri

"Dried persimmons?"

Kiyosuke Hashima looked curiously and found that this thing was a persimmon cake.

Winter is coming soon, and there are basically not many fruits in this season. The supermarket has become a world of persimmons. Go to the convenience store of the supermarket and browse around. Except for the cheapest civilian fruit, bananas, the most popular ones are persimmons.

In addition, there are many things related to persimmons, such as persimmon jam, persimmon ice cream, persimmon cake, persimmon juice, persimmon vinegar, persimmon wine and so on.

The variety is rich and varied, which opened the eyes of Kiyosuke Hashima, who only had persimmons and ordinary persimmons in his impression.

It is worth mentioning that the persimmons of the Chinese Dynasty are generally round cakes, covered with hoarfrost on the surface, while Japanese persimmons are very irregular in shape, looking like the wrinkled appearance of dried fruits, and many persimmons have a smooth surface without hoarfrost. Compared with dried persimmons, the description of dried persimmons is more accurate.

Ebina finished counting things, raised his right hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and said happily in a crisp voice: "When senior and I went home last time, the persimmon tree by the small river belonged to my family. In autumn, when the persimmons are ripe, they are full of red and beautiful, but when they are ripe, there will be many birds, and my mother often asks me to sit under the tree to keep watch...Senior, guess how these persimmons were picked?"

Kiyosuke Hashima pretended to ponder and said:

"Plucked from a tree?"

"Persimmons are not picked one by one by climbing up the tree." Ebina's eyes sparkled, "The branches of the persimmon tree are very thin, and they will fall if you are not careful, and there will be terrible caterpillars under the leaves. Adults will cry..."

Of course, Kiyosuke Hashima knew what kind of insect Ebina was talking about, a kind of foreign hot pepper with thick hairs, which can make people feel extremely sour and refreshed with a light touch, and the effect of refreshing the mind is much better than that of the cantilever awl on the head.

"The tool for picking persimmons is a long bamboo pole similar to a cicada." Ebina gestured with his hand, "There is a small cloth pocket underneath, and the persimmons will fall into the pocket when you twist it..."

After the introduction with great interest, Ebina realized that he had said so many words at once, his little face quickly turned red, and hurriedly bent down to get things, almost took half of everything, put them in bags, and handed them to Hashima Kiyosuke Front: "Hey, senior, take these back."

"No."

Kiyosuke Hashima shook his head and refused.

"Eh?"

Ebina was stunned, suddenly at a loss, and looked at Kiyosuke Hashima pitifully, thinking that he had said too many boring words, making Kiyosuke Hashima impatient.

"There are too many things." Kiyosuke Hashima slightly raised his eyebrows, "Just a little as a souvenir, what are you doing for so much?"

"That, that..." Ebina pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and explained in a low voice, "They are all fruits, if you don't eat them as soon as possible, they will easily break..."

Persimmon is a super fruit that can be stored, so it is not so easy to break!

Kiyosuke Hashima asked:

"Would you like to send some to Xiao Bu later?"

"Yeah." The red-haired cowardly girl nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Bu has been taking care of me, I'll give it to her later."

Kiyosuke Hashima divided the gift that Ebina just brought out in half, and handed half of it over, "Take it."

"Eh?"

"Give these to Xiao Bu."

Ebina shook her head hastily: "These are for seniors..."

"That's all."

Kiyosuke Hashima's face was serious, and he gave the order in an unquestionable tone.

"……Oh."

Ebina didn't dare to refuse, and pitifully agreed.

Kiyosuke Hashima waved his hand and said, "I'm going back."

"Senior, go slowly, see you tomorrow."

"..."

Hashima Kiyosuke turned back to the apartment, took out a square persimmon, according to Ebino, it was Jiro persimmon, rinsed it with water, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

Click.

The taste is crunchy and hard, and the taste is very sweet. It feels a bit like eating an apple.

This is the first time for him to eat persimmons. In his previous life, he tied the persimmons and apples together in an airtight bag. After a few days, the inside of the persimmons would turn into juice, and he would inhale them directly.

After silently eating the persimmons, Kiyosuke Hashima washed his hands and face, pressed the surging memories back into his heart, and began to practice shogi.

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it was half past nine in the evening.

Kiyosuke Hashima was playing shogi when his phone vibrated suddenly.

"Huh? Xiaobu's phone?"

Kiyosuke Hashima slightly raised his eyebrows.

Generally speaking, sending a message is the most commonly used method of contact, and only calling when encountering a very urgent matter.

When was the last time Xiaobu called himself?

Kiyosuke Hashima thought for a moment, but couldn't remember at all.

"Senior, help, help!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Xiao Bu's pitiful cry for help rang in his ears.

"what happened?"

"My stomach hurts so much, I'm going to die!"

If you eat potato chips every day and drink Coke as water, it won’t surprise you if you have a stomachache!

Kiyosuke Hashima sighed, stood up and said:

"I'll go right now."

Putting on his shoes, Kiyosuke Hashima quickly walked out of the apartment and went upstairs to the door of Xiaobu's apartment.

The door opened quickly.

Wearing a hamster hood, Xiao Bu stood behind the door with his hands covering his stomach. His face was pale and tears were streaming down his face. It was obviously not a prank: "My stomach hurts like hell."

Kiyosuke Hashima walked into the room, and quickly made a judgment: "Obviously, you have eaten up your stomach."

"How could it be?" Xiao Bu's eyes were full of tears, "It's almost the same as usual, why is my stomach hurting only today?"

"Who said it's only today?" Kiyosuke Hashima squinted his eyes and said quietly, "Did you forget that you also suffered from pain once in Xia Tian?"

Xiaobu: "..."

"What did you eat just now?"

Hashima Kiyosuke asked.

"A bag of potato chips..."

"anything else?"

"Half a bottle of Coke..."

"continue."

"There are also the three French fries brothers and the tyrant's spicy and super potato rings." Xiaobu covered his stomach, his voice was weak, "Ah, yes, there are also dried persimmons and Jiro persimmons that Ebina gave me before... that's all. "

Hey, what do you mean so much?

Do you think there are very few!

After eating so many snacks, drinking coke, and eating persimmons, it's normal for my stomach to hurt!

"Stop talking." Kiyosuke Hashima sighed, "Hurry up and change your clothes and go."

"Hey, where are you going?"

Kiyosuke Hashima said expressionlessly:

"Go to the clinic for an injection and water."

Hearing that he was going to get an injection and water, Xiao Bu suddenly opened his eyes wide, took a deep breath, and said with a tense face, "Suddenly, I don't feel any pain anymore. See you, senior."

Chapter 951 Dream Massage

"No, no way..."

It's a pity that he was handsome for only three seconds, and the hamster quickly reappeared in its original form, tearfully saying, "My stomach hurts."

Kiyosuke Hashima urged:

"Go and change, I'll take you to the clinic for a look."

"Don't go." Xiao Bu shook his head vigorously, "Don't get injections, and don't drink water."

Don't want this, don't want that, why don't you refuse anyone when you are eating snacks and drinking Coke!

Kiyosuke Hashima sighed, "Then you just endured it?"

"Of course I'm taking painkillers." Xiao Bu covered his stomach and said with tears in his eyes, "Senior Pervert, hurry up and get me painkillers."

"You really don't want to go to the hospital?"

"Don't go!" Xiao Bu said decisively, "At worst, I'll pass out from the pain. When the time comes, the senior will carry me over there, and the injection won't hurt if I pass out."

"You think too much." Kiyosuke Hashima looked disgusted, and couldn't help complaining, "People just can't smell the smell during sleep, but the pain is still there, and if they are not careful, they will wake up from the pain."

Xiaobu: "..."

I found the painkillers that are always available at home from the small medicine box, and let Xiaobu take it with water. Kiyosuke Hashima sat down next to him: "Wait for ten minutes. If the stomach pain does not relieve after ten minutes, follow me to the hospital."

"understood."

Xiao Bu did not refuse this time, and pitifully agreed.

The room quickly fell silent.

The night is dark.

It was quiet outside the window.

"Senior, please turn on the TV." Xiao Bu soon couldn't bear to stare, and said pitifully, "Watch TV for a while."

"it is good."

Kiyosuke Hashima picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and said, "When will your brother come back?"