I just want to be a regular writer

Yes, exactly!

With that in mind, Shan Chengxian quickened his pace.

On the other side, Jiliang Jiying didn't put too much thought on Shan Chengxian-there are still many things that need him to worry about today, and there is no reason to allocate his precious time to someone who can be regarded as a stranger.

but...

Jiliang Jiying looked back at her feet and twisted her eyebrows slightly.

——Is there anything under his feet?

Because of this sudden thought, Jiliang Jiying once again remembered what he and Lilith had “wrongly read” on April 1st.

Then just imagine.

If Sung Seung-hyun just stared at himself because of "something wrong", could he think so?——Those illusions are only effective against the double messenger?

If this conjecture holds...

Can the extra load-bearing column in the tram stop be separated from the current "event"?

Don't be too eager to make a conclusion, take another look.

As Kirajikage thought, he walked towards home again.

Back home, Jiliang Jiying's slightly tense mood finally relaxed.

He raised his hand to catch the hairless cat that was rushing towards him, which had gained a little weight recently, touched its back twice, and then threw it away-it really should put weight loss on the agenda .

The hairless cat lightly landed on the ground and gave a coquettish "meow~".

'Do you want to add supper to my uncle today?!'

The hairless cat raised its tail high, and walked elegantly but slightly funny because of its obesity, and followed Kira Yoshisha's side--'Right!A guest came today, but you are not at home!My uncle helped you entertain her well!and so!!!'

"Meow!~"

'Supper!'——The Hairless Cat shouted like this, but couldn't get the slightest response from Kira Yoshikage.

It was a little discouraged, curled up at the door of the living room, and yelled in a sad voice—'My uncle has finally fallen out of favor...'

Jiliang Jiying hung up his coat and went to the kitchen to pick up a glass of water, leaning on the cooking table and thinking.

——Recently, he has a little disliked "braining".

Do not misunderstand.

Of course it wasn't because of his powerlessness, but the repeated guessing, defense and calculation made him impatient.

'Maybe we need to change the way of receiving people and things a little bit, calmly...'

As Kirajikage thought, she lowered her eyes to see the ripples in the cup.

"Jiying..."

Old Mr. Yoshihiro Kira grabbed his belly and walked into the kitchen without any image, took a cup and poured water, and then said, "Who is looking for you today."

"Ok?"

Jiliang Jiying turned her head: "Who is that?"

"Just the kid next door." The old man doesn't care about everything except his son. As he grows older, he is more willing to leave the diminishing brain capacity to his son to hold everything about him.

He thought for a while before he said, "That kid Fukada!"

Yoshihiro Yoshihiro took it for granted: "The only one who will come to the door here is the Fukada kid? Let me say... Shinobu is more likable, and Jiying, you are more enthusiastic about others. , Xiao Ren sent home pickles a few days ago..."

Kira Yoshihiro muttered to himself, without noticing his son's gloomy expression for a while.

"You said..." Kira Yoshikage felt a bit dry in his throat, paused for a while and took a sip of water and continued: "Risa Fukada has been here?"

"Ah, yes." Yoshihiro Kira raised his head and finally found the unpleasantness on his son's face.

He blinked and frowned: "What's the matter? A conflict?"

——More than a contradiction.

Kira Yoshikage heard the words and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, but there was no expression of "laugh" on her face.

"She gave you a little dessert, saying that she bought it during a business trip to a neighboring city these few days." Kira Yoshihiro thought, in short, she should finish the matter first.

He walked to the refrigerator, raised his hand to open the door of the refrigerator, and turned his head and said, "That kid is pretty good at talking and doing things, but... I don't know why I think she is a bit... creepy. I will give her something in return. In the past, if Jiying happened to have the same meaning...let’s do less contact."

——This is not what Kira Yoshihiro would usually say.

He trusts his children and is never willing to interfere with his son's choice of friendship and behavior.

But Risa Fukada felt...not so good.His child wants a peaceful life, and he is willing to give all his strength and thoughts to help worry about it.

Jiliang Jiying didn't respond right away, this is a common occurrence.

Yoshihiro Yoshihiro did not urge his response, and looked at the refrigerator fresh-keeping area.

Then-"Huh?" Yoshihiro Kira was taken aback, his eyes slightly widened in the sunken eye sockets.

As if he couldn't believe it, he raised his hand and rummaged in the neat refrigerator-but the refrigerator is so big, it is not too much to say "at a glance".

Where are the desserts?

"What's the matter?" Kira Yoshikage asked, walking behind his father.

"...Thing...nothing." Kira Yoshihiro said with some difficulty, shook his head and muttered like self-doubt, "Didn't I put it in the refrigerator? You wait..."

While talking, Kira Yoshihiro looked up at the kitchen.

-To no avail.

He went to the living room again and glanced over the coffee table and low table in the living room.

-To no avail.

There are no so-called desserts in all the places he might use to put things in his hands.

At this moment, Kira Yoshihiro felt a sense of crisis with sorrow in his heart-"Should it be..."

He raised his hand and tapped his forehead—'Could it be... Alzheimer's?'

"Stop looking."