Manowa

Pfooo.

The wind sounds a trumpet-like whistle in front of the station at night.

Behind that wind is the ramen stall. The Ramen House Typhoon Sound Family was a hidden and trendy stall known only for the weekend. Why is it fashionable when you're hiding... no one knows why. Perhaps it is because the wind sounds write "Amazing Taste", "There is a beautiful shopkeeper", "Tastes better than that" etc. on my own eater SNS.

The ramen served in that stall is sapphire soy sauce ramen. Not of the current fashion, but it had a reputable flavor for the old man who left the tavern, and the wind sounder had gained quite a fan and showed a buzz.

And the time was already near midnight, and there came an old man at the end of the shop, and goodwill.

"Hello."

The old man sat in his seat laughing as the wind shouted loudly, "Oh, can I help your sister?" When I heard that, the bow flower next to the wind noise pointed to the wind noise, "This is the mother of a child," he said.

"Ha, no way"

"Ha ha. Mr. Ozzie. Ramen, in a bowl?

"Yeah, a cloud," he returned, understanding that the old man was joking too, to the laughter of the wind.

And I was wondering if I could get a beer.

"Aye. Well, I'll make it. Bow and flower, beer, please."

"Yes, sir."

That said, the wind noise began to prepare, and the bowflower took the beer out of the fridge that was installed under the stall.

The wind sounds like boiled noodles on a familiar hand hand, cut into shashes and hot water and put them in a dough filled with soup, then add each utensil and finally a special char siu and boiled egg to serve gently in front of the old man.

"Oh, my God, you look good."

My old man started eating the huff-huff and ramen while clouding his glasses in the muffled hot air, and when he finished eating all at once and drank up to the soup, he then emptied the beer he had placed before smiling back.

After seeing the old man behind him, the wind sounds look at the clock on his arm. It is time for the store to close.

"Hmm. I guess that's enough. Bowflower, let's end this."

"Ok. I've never done business or anything, but this isn't a bad idea."

"Right. But isn't it hard if you're not used to it?

"No, it's not that. It's late at the end of the day, but not at all compared to the previous company"

That said the bowflower shrugs his shoulder, but the look wasn't very bright. The cause of this is obvious, in fact, the other day Bowflower was necked by the company he worked for.

"That one. I didn't think my boss, Bun, hit me in the neck or anything."

"You have no choice. That bald jerk says," Let's Enjoy Me and After Five "or something. Seriously, it was creepy."

That's what the fist that says and makes you tremble is the fist that unleashed the legendary straight that punched its boss in the face and flew that rash out the window. She was accidentally applauded within the workplace, but unfortunately the bowflower was necked.

"Ha, bowflowers are thirty-two too, so I need to calm down a little. We could have squeezed out a lot of things if we'd gone another way without getting our hands on it, right?

"Don't tell me. It's also quite tight to work in a workplace where you wake up and giggle in a trial. Well, I quit already... that's enough"

I said so and went on to clean up after. I said to Bowflower, "Fine, fine," while the wind noise also took off the goodwill and went in to clean up.

The Ramen House Typhoon Sounder is a stall created by the personal hobby of wind sounds. The child also settled down, and for some reason the wind noise wanted to do something a little work-like decided to start a ramen stall.

And as usual, the wind-sounding husband did not disagree with his wife's bizarre, but rather was the end of presenting a large mahogany flourishing stall. Bowflower, who had quit his job and was free, was helping him today.

"Well, I'm helpful. But I hope Bowflower finds a new job soon."

"A place of employment... a permanent place of employment..."

"I hope they find me."

The winner turns his gentle gaze to the bowflower. Bowflower is currently unemployed. Thirty-two year old single. And the wind noise, the same age, is the lady of the foundation. When I was a college student, the wind noise of an electric marriage with Raja Foundation commander-in-chief Naga Raja was now one of the leading celebrities, while Bowflower, by contrast, was a regular social worker and had finally dropped out of there since the other day. Why, how did it make a difference so far… difference in chronic mind, environment. The world was filled with sorrow.

I'm home.

And when the wind sounds returned to the mansion in Tokyo Itabashi-ku, where they are now based, the butler and the maids simultaneously bowed their heads and said, "Welcome home."

"Still a whimsical house."

When the bow flower that was attached behind it says so, the wind sounds like, "I'm used to it, I'm used to it," and I just go inside. Then the two of us were on our way to the room, and a patty and winged tatsuo descended from upstairs.

"Mother, welcome home. And good evening, Bowflower."

"I'm home, Tatsuo"

"Evening, Tatsuo."

The two return greetings to Tatsuo, who squeals.

"Is Tatsuo up to this hour?

"Yeah, 'cause I'm taking my middle school exam this year. Well, we have to make sure we don't overfill the roots, Tatsuo."

Tatsuo squeaked at the words of the wind. The proud horns of the crystal still shine today.

"It's okay, Mother. I'm going to know my pace. See you later, Mr. Bowflower."

Saying so, Tatsuo flew back upstairs with a patter as he squeaked.

"Tatsuo, you're really starting to look like Mr. Naga. Oh, but Mr. Naga doesn't want it today?

"Yeah. My husband is going to India now. It's a relative's wedding. I had something else to do, and I didn't want to do it this time."

"You're the same world-wide relationship. I envy you."

The bowflower sighed.

"Look, after thirty, I'm gonna say we're gonna get lucky out there together."

"Stop it. Hey. Already, wind noise. Can we hang out today?

"Yeah. I got a paragraph for the main business, and it's no problem."

The wind noise of saying so was a difficult bourgeoisie nowadays.

It was the wind noise that made the surroundings noisy when I married my opponent who would already reach the old man in college, but I could say that I continued to multiply my pennies in games by asset management and now the Naga Raja Foundation revolves around the wind noise. If I had noticed, I would have taken over.

And the mansion, which now has bowflowers, is also a first-class place in the city. How did this make such a difference, Bowflower recalls the old days. I think the first one with an ass on it was Alley.

will it begin?

"I guess since Naoki broke up with... Everything stopped turning."

It was more than a decade ago.

In the meantime, Daliang also married Yuko sister, and now the child is also older. Which influence has the name been given as prolonged (Siege)? I was worried if there were any figs.

"Naoki? I wonder how you are now."

Hearing the twinkle of the bow and flower, the wind sounds a little lonely in the wind.

In fact, his brother, who had gone too far, should now be working in the branch of the Raja Foundation in France.

It was a temperament to chill my head a little away from my sister... but in some cases it could be erased by the Foundation's dark forces, so Naoki is now trying not to put too many sister lovers on the table, he said. He was a poor little brother with a real head.

"I hope it's regenerated"

"That's sick. Give it up."

Immediately the bowflower denied it and the wind sounded shunned. There are things in the world that can't be helped.

Then, when the wind sounds go into the bar in the house to serve the liquor and glass, take it to the table and start drinking it down with the bowflowers.

All I hear from that bowflower is stupidity. Still, the bowflower was positive, no matter what.

I haven't even given up my marriage. Wind noise was also informed of the story of getting to know the president of an IT company even in his recent marriage. When I hear it, the wind sounds like a Ultra iPhone 77 that can be inserted with two SIM cards made by Sakuni, and I type in the name I was asked. And when I saw the results that came out, I snapped, "Black or..."

"What?

"It's nothing," the wind said to the bowflower on his already drunk face turning and boggling, "the bowflower said," Ah too. It's wonderful to meet - "she laughed Kerakera, lying down at the table as she was, and began to take a nap.

"I can't help it."

With that said, the wind sounds slap the smartphone and glance at an email with as many details about the man as you just did.

The name of the man who named the president of the IT company was not his real name, but the company that the man operated was a paper company.

From that modus operandi of disguise it was apparently a professional offense, and a prediction was written that he would have heard the name of the wind noise from somewhere and come into contact with the bowflower.

"Again. I really don't punish you."

That said, Wind Sound picks Ilia Noctar's name from her contacts to make the call.

The person is an expert in rough affairs at the Raja Foundation. He is a dark person to deal with behind him when something happens. When Naga told me that the wind sounded bad, I asked for my contact details.

The wind sounds weren't going to forgive anyone for trying to fool their dear best friend, Bowflower. The fury of wind noise had now reached its peak to the point of trying to do so.

"Oh, Mr. Ilia, yeah. That was him earlier. Oh, black after all? Yeah, well, do what you always do..."

"You're having some subtly noisy dreams, wind noise."

"Is that Tara?

And when the wind sounded, the lord of the call had become Daliang. I didn't know why the wind sounded like that, but for one thing, I delude and laugh with ahahaha.

"Oh, no, it's in a good way to say the end. He's so humane."

I sighed at the sound of the wind rushing to make excuses from the people ahead of me on the phone.

"Sounds like you've been poisoned by that world for a long time. Well, fine. Besides. Compared to before, maybe this is a fun, wind-sounding dream '

The wind didn't know what they were talking about.

'And that means you can talk to me directly... maybe the wind sounds, you've gotten close to this one on your own. The cause can also be seen to some extent from this place'

"I'm flattered by what Tarakun is saying."

The sound of the wind leaning down his neck, but Taryan's story goes on even further.

'You'll forget if you wake up anyway... but if you can, you should refrain from connecting to the River of Magic (Nagarine). Because if we keep doing this, one day we'll be gods alive. Fixed to the earth and the river of magic (Nagarine), it becomes a kind of sacrifice, like a stone. Well, I'll let you know when I see you soon, so just keep it as low as you can for now.'

"Ha, if you're flirting, I'll hang up, Tara."

I don't know exactly what Taryan meant by the sound of the wind. One of the game settings where the word River of Magic (Nagarine) used to play... I know the extent, but I have no idea what else it means.

And I think the wind sounds. Daliang is also the father of one child now, so he wants us to stop having conversations with the middle two delusions.

And the wind noise is now an adult woman with over thirty children. He wanted Tara to apprentice herself, who had also settled down. Therefore the wind sounds determined that it is also necessary to respond resolutely to the person who would be sleeping this way, trying to press the button on the end of the call.

'Hey, hey. Wait. One more thing, just get in touch'

"What?"

The wind stopped the finger.

"You know. The JINJIN saved by you seems to be with you now, so I'd like them to come with me if possible. You just have to remember. '

"Did you help? Did I do something to JINJIN?

That, after all, was something the wind sounds didn't remember to see. But Daliang on the phone says, "I did."

"He didn't seem to remember because he was asleep too, but now that he's a demon, he's a little connected. I know what's going on over there."

"Dalian-kun."

'That's why...'

"Good night."

"Uh, hey..."

The wind noise hung up. Apparently Taryan was falling asleep in earnest. The sound of the wind beats my smartphone even tomorrow as I try to tick my sister Yuko. You noticed that conversation, and Bowflower raised her face as she activated "fluff".

"Wind sounds. Who is it now?

"Mmm, we're good. Looks like he was kind of sleeping."

"Well, he's fat."

I thought the wind sounds had nothing to do with fat people, but I didn't even deny it especially because I'm fat. Daliang is now happily fat and little fat people are getting big fat.

On the other hand, the reaction of bowflowers to Taryan was much rounded compared to before. If it had been a long time ago, he would have shouted softly that he should sue or something.

"Maybe that's what getting old means"

"What?

A bowflower tilts its neck at the words of the wind sound. Besides, the wind shrugs his shoulders and laughs "nothing," pouring booze into the glass again.

And the wind sounds slowly awakened their consciousness, thinking that there might have been such a future.