Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

Recently, neighborhood girls have come to see me a lot.

"Mr. Nogiku!

"Things! Help you today?

"Yes!"

Light green hair, blue eyes. A girl like a kitten with long eyelashes and characterised by patchy eyes.

What's your name?

The word is "love" in "harp" and it is "love."

Nameichi's parents run a seaweed shop and occasionally take care of him for bringing fresh seaweed to this Ikeno shop. Things were still running around outside with the help of my parents, and I was a worker no matter what.

He says he's only eight years old, and Obasan heartily worries about what the hell the future will be like for a worker from that year on, but he's always looking forward to it, so he's admired to see if it's a good idea.

Besides, I heard that there are a lot of kids in the neighborhood who are after you (at a wellside meeting with the neighborhood aunts), so there will be a lot of deductions in the future.

"Please be your daughter-in-law!

But she is.

"Yes, no, no."

If I had cleaned the store, I would have heard such a carefree voice sitting in the accounts.

If you look inside, you can see the wind on your cheek wand looking troublesome so as to distract you from your straight gaze.

This is the usual sight, by the way, and there's nothing special about it but today.

When I was three years old, we met. Since I started setting up Ikenoya here today, I've been taking care of Anya at the seaweed shop, including her neighbors, and occasionally I kept her or something.

Then the hour stood, and although I don't remember when, at some point she began to say this word in the wind.

'Please be your daughter-in-law!

It is a strain of it.

Anyway, he wants you to be his daughter-in-law. The wind is a very bad man to drop such a little boy.

But it's so windy, they've never heard of any favor other than please be your daughter-in-law, and I've never been tired of being told "I like you" or "I admire you", and I was whining about that before.

"Good luck today."

"Yes!"

"I'm a maiden in love. Then, my son-in-law will take the wind even to the will of a woman."

Enough daughter-in-law today. You made an appeal, you came out of the store.

I stroke her little head.

"Speaking of which, don't you say you like it?

"I can't!

"Huh? Can't you tell me?

"See you later, Mr. Nogiku!

Waving away and looking at your back.

I approached the wind that rose from my account, wondering what I could not say.

"It's hot, sir"

"I don't have a childhood hobby. My neighbor's eyes hurt, so why don't you stop?

"What are you talking about? Rather, the neighborhood aunts are on your side. He sounds like he's playing a lot about how to drop a guy."

"What are you doing to the kid?"

"Because even kids are fine girls"

Age has nothing to do with a woman in love.

Even just this world with lots of carnivorous women. It is the aesthetic of a woman to take it before it is taken.

"... I don't like those eyes"

"Eyes?"

"Nothing"

The wind turning that way with its head.

I asked back, but I heard clarity that I didn't like my eyes. What a shame he doesn't like those crisp eyes.

But for that, the wind.

"Feng Feng, I don't think I noticed it myself."

"What?"

"For that matter, when I look at you, I look closely at you."

"What?"

I always have a middle hip or a broken knee and crouched eyes when I talk. For not responding so well to her, she looked so favorable.

I was wondering if he wasn't all right either, but I didn't think he'd come here and say he didn't like his eyes.

"Because you'll never get along like that with a separated child nearly twenty years old. Don't try to hurt me anymore."

Arm up and be told intimidating.

I had no choice but to say ha ~ i was told in case you really knew, so i cut out what i always thought.

"Hey... you know, don't worry about me. If you like, don't hesitate to get married."

We're all good old now.

Autumn water and orchids.

It wasn't long before the twenties, and the wind was thirty in a few years. It's a waste to end up single.

Yet I feel that Shimizu's brother Yisa and the wind who knows about me have cared for me ruthlessly since he was gone. It's not about complacency or anything, there's really a verse about me that's second to none.

For a long time he had a habit of giving himself up to my opinion, but now I feel it's getting worse.

"Don't be silly. I haven't had anyone like that yet."

"If I could, the story of"

Returning the hoe in my hand, I turned my back on the wind.

This kind of story smells kind of bright, though it's the one that keeps it cut out of me.

It's not like when you talk to Autumn Water or Orchid.

It is the feeling of my sister, who is in law but worried about her brother's marriage.

"Then tell me, No-ju."

"Hmm?"

"How can I make you happy?"

The wind that was behind me hugged me from my back.

Posing his head behind his neck, he turns his arm.

Look, I haven't.

I give priority to me over myself again.

I say that in a voice far from happy.

"Don't be silly anymore."

That's why I'm not willing to accept it.

Because,

"That's what I say when I'm happy! It's still too early to think about other people's happiness!

Because I hope he'll be happy, too.