This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"It is said that Misami Kitagawa issued an oracle, and the believers are very happy, saying that they can finally help Misami Kitagawa... This... is not so much trouble, it is more like... "Akishino Yuna over there glanced at the news in the Beichuan Support Club strangely, and replied to Beichuan Temple on the other side.

How should I put it, Akishino Yuna's expression is a bit complicated now.

There are two computers in front of her, one is about the response of the followers of Beichuan Yushenhui, and the other is the computer used by her to deal with the Beichuan Supporting Association personally.

At this moment, the believers of the Beichuan Royal God Association on the left are discussing excitedly:

"The God of Beichuan has finally issued his oracle!"

"I'm impatient! I just went to the internet cafe to open a box! Vote for Beichuan Misami in turn! I ran out of my own identity information and asked some of my friends to borrow it!"

"The only god in my heart! Beichuan Yushen!"

"What's going on? Why isn't the voting website available anymore? I still want to vote. I just found out the identity information of my family members. Why don't you let me vote?"

"Eri Beichuan is the Saintess of the Beichuan Imperial Society!"

"God's agent!"

"..." Qiu Xiao Yuna couldn't stand the fanatical beliefs of these people, so she could only temporarily close the forum, and looked at the support club on the right.

There was a lot of noise on the side of Beichuan Yushenhui, and the support club on the other side didn't stop.

Most of the members of this support club are girls, and only a few male believers who especially like Beichuan Temple join.

"I voted for Beichuan Misami more than ten times!"

"Me too!"

"By the way, who is this Kitagawa Eri? Is it the younger sister of Mikami-sama?"

"Probably, since she is the younger sister of Lord Yushen, she is the little saint of the support club!"

"I met Beichuan Mikami before, and even took a photo secretly. Your Majesty is so handsome!"

As he said that, he also attached a side profile photo of Beichuan Temple that is not clear, with love hearts and petals on the side.

To be honest, when Bei Chuanji saw a photo like this, he would probably tear the person who came out of P with his bare hands.

But considering that Beichuan Temple didn't know the fan club of Beichuan Support Club, Akishino Yuna turned a blind eye to these things.

And in all fairness, Beichuan Temple is indeed handsome, with a tall figure and a cold complexion. Wearing a white safari suit is more like revealing the appearance of a god.

This hit the point of some little girls, and made these little girls discuss how handsome Beichuan Yushen was every day.

"Hiss..." Yuna Qiuxiao shook her head, shrinking her head at the same time.

If Bei Chuan Temple sees the Royal God Association and the Support Association like this, it will probably tear her alive first.

But to be reasonable, such a group of fanatical believers must not be advertised to them outside, so as not to mislead some young people with normal views.

What Akina Yuna can do is to give them an online platform, which can be regarded as a place for them to vent their belief in Beichuan Temple.

"I issued an oracle?"

The Beichuan Temple over there seemed to have just accepted a certain setting, and asked stiffly after a long silence.

"Uh..." Yuna Qiuxiao opened her mouth, closed the two pages subconsciously, and said, "That is to say, the voting is an oracle issued in your name, which is actually quite normal. .”

silence.

There was a long silence.

A shuddering silence.

Beichuan Temple finally spoke: "You don't know what to do, do you? Miss Qiuxiao."

"Hey? I didn't do anything." Qiu Xiao Yuna chose to pretend to be stupid: "It is Beichuan-kun who wants to borrow the power of the Beichuan Gods Association? As I said before, the Kitagawa Gods Association is an orthodox relief society. Similar to the Red Cross, an organization that is willing to help others. Even if I personally give orders, those believers may not necessarily obey, after all, Mr. Beichuan, you are the real spiritual leader of the Royal God Society."

This makes sense.

Giving an order in the name of Beichuan Temple can indeed gather a large number of believers at once, which is more useful than her title of Master Daming Guangde.

In particular, issuing orders in the name of Beichuan Temple is also conducive to increasing the cohesion of Beichuan Yushenhui.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple reluctantly accepted this statement, and then asked: "You should be fine recently, right?"

"No problem at all." Qiu Xiao Yuna replied immediately.

The God's Association is already on the right track, and she was still discussing the establishment of a branch dojo in Tokyo and the promotion of the Kitagawa God's Association just now.

"Well. Then I'll hang up the phone first." After Beichuan Temple said this sentence in a steady tone, he hung up the phone.

At the same time, he frowned, thinking that Yuna Qiuxiao must still be hiding something from him.

But no matter how much Yuna Qiushio concealed it, it was impossible for Beichuan Temple to have some people who were extremely fond of Beichuan Temple, and it was only right for Beichuan Temple to vote on the webpage at such a time when he had to go to work.

Beichuan Temple stuffed the phone into his pocket, and walked home with the ingredients.

He just called Akishino Yuna when he was shopping for vegetables, saying that he wanted to borrow the power of the Kitagawa Misamikai, and Akishino Yuna perfectly fulfilled his request.

Each time, he just overwhelmed the second-placed Ando Asuka by a dozen votes, and when she continued to sprint, overwhelmed her by a dozen more votes.

Give her hope, but don't let Ando Asuka go to the side of hope.

After all, there are 10,000 to 20,000 resident believers of the Beichuan God Society. No matter how much money Asuka Ando casts, it is impossible for her works to get 10,000 or 20,000 more votes at once.

And anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she bought the ticket online.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, throwing all his thoughts out of his mind.

Today, Beichuan Eri won the first place, so he wanted to cook a delicious meal to celebrate Beichuan Eri's good ranking.

Besides, Beichuan Temple will not think about anything today.

As soon as Beichuan Temple opened the door, he heard a very excited and happy voice, and then Beichuan Temple felt his body sink, Beichuan Eri jumped up happily like a koala hugging a tree, and hung on Beichuan Temple.

"Brother Si! I succeeded!"

"Hmm. Really? What succeeded?" Beichuan Temple temporarily put the things on the ground, pulled Beichuan Eri away, and asked flatly.

His complexion didn't change a bit.

"Online voting for the Youth Painting Awards!" Eri Beichuan raised the phone and opened the page.

The voting has ended, and the final number of votes is fixed at 3425 votes, which is "slightly" ahead of Anda Bird by "a dozen votes".

"Hehe! This is the picture I drew! I have been holding back and not telling Brother Temple! Now I have won the first place! I want Brother Temple to see it!" Beichuan Eri's little feet were kicking happily, and her mood was also high. Much lighter.

"Really? You really did a good job." Beichuan Temple smiled, reached out and touched Beichuan Eri's head, his voice was still as calm as usual.

He carried the ingredients to the kitchen.

Looking at the back of Kitagawa Temple, Kitagawa Eri scratched her hair.

Why--?

that's all?

Isn't Brother Si surprised at all?

Beichuan Eri originally wanted to see Beichuan Temple's surprised expression, but Beichuan Temple's reaction was so flat.

no! You must let Brother Si praise me!

Bei Chuan Eri ran to the kitchen, "Brother Si, I won the first place!"

"Really?" Beichuan Temple had already washed his hands, and now he lowered his body to pick a kitchen knife.

It was more like he answered casually, making Beichuan Eri feel that Beichuan Temple was just perfunctory himself.

This made Kitagawa Eri even more uncomfortable.

You must know that she took a lot of hardships to get the first place, and the second place Ando Asuka even swiped the ticket.

Just such a bland sentence of "good job" can't satisfy her Kitagawa Eri at all.

She pouted: "No, Brother Si, you have to praise me."

"Haven't I already said it all?" Beichuan Temple used interrogative sentences in this sentence, but the words he said were affirmative.

"——I want more...more intense praise!" Beichuan Eri stomped her feet, her face flushed.

"Good job." Beichuan Temple said calmly.

Ahhhhh! ! ! ! !

Kitagawa Eri went crazy.

"Okay, don't say there's nothing left. If you're really free, why not come and help me." Beichuan Temple skipped this topic, picked up the apron hanging on the side and handed it to Beichuan Eri.

"..." Kitagawa Eri.

All right.

Brother Si is still that Brother Si, and he will not be fluctuated by such things at all.

Kitagawa Eri gave up.

She reached out for the apron, and at the same time stood by Kitagawa Temple and started peeling potatoes for him.

Halfway through, Beichuan Temple suddenly asked:

"Did you enjoy the process of this Grand Prix?"

Are you happy with the process?

Kitagawa Eri raised her head, looked at her elder brother beside her, and stopped the movement of her hands.

Being bullied.

As soon as he left the studio, his own paintings were torn to pieces.

Gossip about yourself is bad in the school.

I was treated unfairly on the Internet and almost fell to the first place...

Kitagawa Eri moved her mouth, then wiped her eye sockets with her sleeve, showing a smile:

"Very happy."

Don't let Brother Si know about this.

Bei Chuan Eri just wanted to share her happiness with Bei Chuan Temple, instead of telling Bei Chuan Temple about these unhappy things.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple turned his face slightly, his face became much gentler: "Eri, you really worked hard."

"Yeah." Beichuan Eri nodded vigorously, and she muttered to herself, "I really really really really worked really hard."

Really... I feel that I have used up all my hard work in my short life of more than ten years.

This sentence seemed to be said to himself, but also seemed to be said to Beichuan Temple.

But she quickly came to her senses and laughed twice: "Actually, this time I might have been lucky. The second place voted at the end, but the number of votes for my work has been increasing. It has always been more than ten votes more than the second place. If it weren't for this, I guess I wouldn't be able to get the first place this time."

As she said that, Eri Kitagawa blinked her eyes again, and said with a sigh: "Maybe...there are such good people in this world...I don't like to see unfair competition."

"I wish I could see the good man once."

Her tone was a little distant, full of gratitude.

If it weren't for that unknown good man, she would probably be under Ando Asuka by now, right?

If they meet, she will definitely introduce Beichuan Temple to him. After all, the other party has helped her so much, so he must be very handsome-but he is definitely not as handsome as Brother Si!

"There's always a chance to see you." Beichuan Temple touched Beichuan Eri's small head again, with a calm expression.

He never told Beichuan Eri that he already knew everything.

Beichuan Eri didn't want to let herself know about these trivial things, so she just had to pretend she didn't know.

It's that simple.

He respects Kitagawa Eri's choice.

Similarly, from Kitagawa Eri's choice, he can also see the growth of the other party.

And in the process of growing up, it is bound to withstand wind and rain.

In this regard, Beichuan Temple can only stand silently in front of Beichuan Eri, covering part of the haze for her, and watching her walk towards the life path she planned for herself.

Cover up a part and let her bear a part.

That alone is enough.

Beichuan Temple recalled the oil paintings of Beichuan Eri that he had seen on the Internet.

Works painted by Eri Kitagawa——

"Birds"

It was a large piece of blank work.

Although it is a flying bird, there are no birds flying high and far away on the screen.

It was a painting with lavender and peacock blue as the background.

In the lower middle of the picture is a broken, but still maintains a semi-circular white with a thin layer of light blue eggshell.

In some blank spaces, the dark blue feathers of the birds scattered around are outlined with fine strokes.

Eri Kitagawa's painting is titled "Flying Birds".

So where did the bird go?

Looking at the damaged eggshells here, there is naturally an answer.

The glazed bird has already broken its egg shell and flew into the distant sky, so naturally it cannot be found on the painting.

The broken eggshells are the traces of its struggle, and the scattered feathers are what it left behind when it flew into the sky.

In the lower right corner of the oil painting below, that is where the works are exhibited.

On it was written Kitagawa Eri's name, her school, and the little note she left——

‘I only dedicate this painting to my most respected, favorite, handsome and powerful brother Beichuan Temple. '

'Eri has grown up and can face the wind and rain alone. Brother, thank you for taking care of me all the time, and I may trouble you in the future, but Eri will definitely work hard to go on on her own. '

Looking at this line of words, Beichuan Temple couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

He still has to keep thinking about——

"Ouch!" Beichuan Eri cried out in pain, pulling Beichuan Temple back from her memories.

It turned out that the little girl accidentally pricked her fingertip while peeling potatoes, and bright blood oozed out immediately.

She looked back at Beichuan Temple with a mournful face: "Si, Brother Si...!!! Help me!!!"

woo woo woo——

Looking at the face that was sobbed by Beichuan Eri, Beichuan Temple couldn't help but press his temples, only to feel that all the seven or eight hundred words of his psychological description just now had been fed to the dog.

He sighed heavily, took Kitagawa Eri's little hand, and used the dead air treatment to repair her fingertips.

Seeing Beichuan Eri laughing through tears, Beichuan Temple shook his head.

It seems that the salted egg training program will continue.

Speaking of which, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so I would like to wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance~ I also have a reservation for the Mid-Autumn Festival! I want to pay more! Come on for me! Pray I'm not too salty...

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