Can't Stop Drawing

At the same time, this apartment is also old and looks a bit dilapidated. Most of the people who live here are not rich, and the salesmen will not come to sell it.Besides, it's almost Chinese New Year, and it's time for the salesmen to rest.

In the slightly backward rural areas, there is still living space for door-to-door salesmen. Unlike in big cities, everything is networked and everything is done online.

So, who can come here at this time and still ring the doorbell?

Tomoya knew it well, since they also knew that Nagisa was pregnant, there shouldn't be much point in waiting outside for a few more minutes.

Opening the door, Peng also saw the expected person.

"It's so slow! What are you dawdling about?" the girl with light purple long hair complained unhappily.

"Sister, Nagisa is pregnant, and Tomoya-kun should be more careful." The girl with short light purple hair tugged at the sleeve of the girl with long hair.

"Mu, why are you making excuses for this kind of guy." The long-haired Fujibayashi Xing reached out and tapped her sister's forehead, a little annoyed.

"I'm sorry, sister." The short-haired Fujibayashi Muku subconsciously apologized with erratic eyes.

"Ah—." Fujibayashi Xing shook her head and sighed.

Back then, Tomoya Okazaki was also a "heinous" man who had emotional entanglements with many beautiful girls who were school idols.

Even now, the Fujibayashi sisters still miss this man who has already married.

Seeing the thoughts of the two people in front of him, Peng could only keep silent.

His heart has long belonged to Nagisa, and it is impossible to accommodate these two excellent women in front of him anymore. The help they gave him once can only be said in the next life.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Peng also immediately let the door open.

"You two, come in first, it's so cold outside."

Frowning, Fujibayashi Xing glanced at Tomoya: "You know it's cold too, so why are we two staying outside for so long?"

"My fault, my fault, the two aunts should come in first." Peng also hurriedly begged for mercy.

With a victorious demeanor, Fujibayashi Anko dragged her younger sister into Tomoya and Nagisa's apartment.

Shaking his head helplessly, Peng also closed the door to follow.

……

A few minutes later, the bell rang again.

Ding dong ding dong——.

This time, the person who rang the doorbell pressed it many times at once, and it seemed that the person who came was a little impatient.

Fujibayashi Anko asked Tomoya and Nagisa to sit down, took out a dictionary from her small bag, and stood up under the speechless eyes of the other three.

"I'll teach that guy a lesson." Several veins popped up on his forehead, and Fujibayashi Xing planned to find someone to vent the nameless anger in his heart.

It was anger at her sister for not living up to expectations, and it was also anger at herself.

beep, beep...

Quickly walking to the door and pulling it open, Fujibayashi Xing raised her hand and was about to throw the dictionary out, hitting a certain yellow hair in memory.

But halfway through the swing, Fujibayashi Xing stopped.

Looking at the people outside the door in surprise, Fujibayashi Xing asked, "Who are you?"

"Me, me! Haruhara Hinata."

"Eh~? Why is your hair black? Haruhara Hinata in my memory should have yellow hair."

Outside the door, Chunyuan Yangping's shoulders collapsed, and he said with a mournful face, "The company doesn't allow you to dye your hair."

Afterwards, Haruhara Haruhiro straightened up, pointed at Fujibayashi Xing, and half-opened his eyes and said, "And we met at Nagisa's graduation ceremony before. I dyed my hair back to black at that time, and you have complained about it once!"

Fujibayashi Xing tilted her head, resting her pillow on the dictionary, and said doubtfully, "You came back last time? Why do I remember that you didn't come back?"

"..." Haruhara Hinata didn't want to speak anymore.

He could feel that Fujibayashi Xing was just looking for trouble, or deliberately finding fault.

Sighing, Haruhara Hinata raised his head and asked, "Fujibayashi, have I offended you recently?"

"No." With her right arm across her chest, holding a dictionary, her left hand pricked her cheek, Fujibayashi Xing tried her best to recall, "Probably not."

"Can you let me in?"

"..."

Without answering, without opening the door, Fujibayashi Anko looked Haruhara Hinata up and down.

On this winter day, Haruhara Hinata wore rather thin canvas pants that didn’t look thick, and his upper body was not a compressed down jacket. He wore a monochromatic long-sleeved inner, and a popular style jacket on the outer, without even a scarf.

If this body is placed in autumn, it is still warm, but in winter, it looks very cold.

However, Haruhara Hinata, who was standing in front of the door, did not tremble or become impatient, but just looked at Fujibayashi Anko very calmly.

Seeing Haruhara Hōhei exhaling white mist-like heat, Fujibayashi Anko waited quietly, waiting for him to be unable to hold on.

But after waiting for a while, Fujibayashi Xing couldn't stand it anymore.

The room is warmer, and she has already taken off her coat. It is fine to come out for a short time, but it is not good to stand outside for a long time.

"You guy, aren't you cold?"