My girlfriend is Ying Lili

A bad hunch surged in my heart.

"The gift is..."

"Just close your eyes."

Wait, don't want your gift at all, you go back quickly!

next moment.

Kiyotaki Guixiang raised his hand to hold the blue silk around his ear, lowered his head and approached, the rich wine fragrance quietly filled his lips.

Christmas just passed quietly.

Time is rushing.

The new year is coming.

Chapter 1016 New Year's Eve and House Pear

The big day.

The dark day is the last year of each month, and the big dark day is the last day of the year.

That is New Year's Eve.

Japan does not have the custom of sticking Spring Festival couplets, but there is a tradition of New Year's cleaning.

On the last day of the old year, even the silver did not sleep in late. It is rare to get up early, and the four Kiyotakimen had breakfast together, and then under the leadership of Kiyotaki Guixiang, the New Year's cleaning began.

"My arms are sore..."

Yinzi took the broom and cleaned it for a while, and soon became a pet fishing in troubled waters by Hashima Kiyosuke.

As the head of the family, Kosuke Kiyotaki rarely does housework. At this time, I was in a hurry to clean up, and finally all fell on Hashima Kiyosuke and Kiyotaki Katsura.

After the cleaning, Kosuke Kiyotaki called the three to the living room.

"It's New Year's Eve again, you all grew up in a blink of an eye..."

Kiyotaki Kosuke pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with nostalgia and reminiscence on his face, then took out three red envelopes from his pocket and handed them over: "Silver, your new year's money."

As the head of the family, Kiyotaki Kosuke will not forget the money given to the elders.

Yinzi took two steps forward and took the new year's money. He was not at all shy: "Thank you, Master."

After all, it is only a fourteen-year-old junior high school student.

"Kyosuke." Kiyotaki Kosuke looked over, "This is your New Year's Eve."

Kiyosuke Hashima twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, knowing that this was a custom, and he couldn't refuse. Half a step forward, he took the new year's money with both hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

In the end, even Kiyotaki Guixiang had a new year's money. According to Kiyotaki Kosuke's words, "As long as you are not married, you are all children. Of course, you have the new year's money."

Because of this tradition every year, Kiyotaki Guixiang naturally took it over: "Thank you Dad."

"You have worked hard this year." Kosuke Kiyotaki sat upright, "Continue to work hard next year."

After receiving a new year's money, there is a second one immediately.

"Na, silver." Qingtaki Guixiang also took out two new year's money. As a social man who has worked for several years, it is also normal to give new year's money to juniors who are still in school. "Your new year's money."

Yinzi caught it with both hands: "Thank you sister Guixiang."

"Where is Kiyomizu?" Qingtaki Guixiang's eyes turned and looked over, with a gentle smile on his face, "Do you want New Year's money this year?"

Kiyosuke Hashima touched his nose and said, "Forget it."

It's all about Taki Kosuke's New Year's Day money. Taking your New Year's Day money always feels like being kept.

"That's true." Kiyotaki Guixiang nodded slightly and smiled, "Kyoshisuke is now a rich man, so I don't like my sister's new year money."

Hey, your belly is getting darker recently!

Why don't you charge your New Year's Eve money, you know it well, you actually remember everything you did after getting drunk!

"Hurry up." Yinzi snorted, and knocked on the folding fan, which was completely reduced to an ornament, "Don't bully sister Guixiang."

Obviously you were bullied, you helped the wrong person!

After receiving two red packets, Yinzi said softly:

"Goodbye Guixiang sister, we are leaving."

"Hmm..." Qingtaki Guixiang showed a touch of loneliness on her face, and she reached out her hand and gently rubbed her silver hair, and said gently, "Be careful on the road."

Yinzi is an internal disciple, and the "internal disciple" in the chess world is similar to the ancient apprentices in the Celestial dynasty. They eat, live and study in Master's house, but today is New Year's Eve, Yinzi will naturally go home and spend the New Year with his parents and relatives.

The same is true for Hashima Kiyosuke. He received a call from Chihiro last night, asking him to go home tomorrow to celebrate the New Year together.

After leaving the old house of Kiyotaki's house, Kiyosuke Hashima helped Ginko carry the suitcase, and the two walked towards the tram stop together.

When the train arrived at the station, before the tram came, Yin Zi held her hands to her mouth and breathed lightly. It looked like a little hamster eating peanuts, unexpectedly cute.

"What are you looking at?"

Sensing Hashima Kiyosuke's gaze, Silver Liu's eyebrow moved and looked over.

Kiyosuke Hashima smiled and said, "Do you want New Year's money?"

"what?"

After the silver stayed for half a second, his small face suddenly condensed, only the elders gave the juniors the lucky money, but what does it mean to suddenly give himself the lucky money?

Want to be an elder?

Sure enough, I haven't beaten people for a while, so I floated!

"You go……"

On New Year's Eve, he said that the dead word was bad, and when the words came to his lips, the silver stopped abruptly.

"Well--"

The grievances of the small animals sounded, and Yinzi's tears covered his mouth.

"Bite your tongue?"

"Not all because of you."

Yinzi hummed his folding fan, and Hashima Kiyosuke dodged.

"Are you still hiding?"

Yin biting Yinfang, trotting around the tram station, chased him, but his physical strength was so bad that he panted after a while and reached out to support the wall.

Kiyosuke Hashima stopped and said warmly, "It's not cold anymore, right?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's cold or not..." Yin Zi leaned on the wall and panted, "Stand still, let me give you a punch."

While talking, the tram drove slowly, and Yinzi hummed softly and quieted down.

The tram stopped.

Yin Zi picked up the suitcase and looked up: "...I'm home."

Kiyosuke Hashima stretched out his hand and rubbed Silver's hair: "Be careful and send me a message at home."

"Long-winded." Yinzi looked disgusted, "take your hand away."

"..."

Watching Ginko get on the tram, Hashima Kiyosuke stood there, waiting for the next car. There was another place to go before returning home.

After half an hour.

Tokyo International Convention and Exhibition Center.

Looking at the iconic building in front of him, Kiyosuke Hashima sighed slightly. The last time I came here was a hot summer day. The weather was so hot that I was sweating profusely. In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed and we have entered the winter season, with biting cold winds from time to time. People are trembling, and the same thing is probably the countless enthusiastic A Zhai.

That's right, the last three days before the new year are the days when the winter i exhibition is held.

While standing in line, Kiyosuke Hashima looked over the square of the convention center. Although the weather was cold, it could not stop the enthusiasm of the coser.

At a glance, Kiyosuke Hashima saw Asuna, the king of the book, Saber, the king of hairy in a knight armor, and Akua, the goddess of mental retardation in Suharu. He wanted to know which drama and game was the hottest in the past six months. , I'll find out after a round of Manzhan.

Looking at the cosins who showed large areas of skin and still smiled in the freezing cold wind, Hashima Kiyosuke could only silently sigh: "It's so dedicated."

He was not interested in taking pictures around the coser, he looked back for a while, and lined up quietly among the crowd.

After a while, he successfully passed the security check and walked into the International Convention and Exhibition Center. The loud noise suddenly rushed to the face.

Kiyosuke Hashima stretched out his hand to loosen the scarf around his neck, wandered around the convention center, and when he encountered interesting fanzine, he would naturally buy a copy. Unfortunately, the popular clubs are usually very long, and some of them can’t even see their heads. It's easy to be daunting.

"Senior Hashima!"

The familiar, crisp shout suddenly sounded behind him.

Kiyosuke Hashima stopped and turned his head to look at a junior high school loli with burgundy hair, a petite figure, and a well-developed but over-specified junior high school girl waving excitedly.

It is the island of Wave that has not been seen for a long time to go to sea.

Kiyosuke Hashima smiled and said, "Go out to sea, good morning."

"Hashima-senpai has a sequel?"

Bo Island goes out to sea and looks forward to it.

Hashima Kiyosuke shook his head and said, "There is no plan yet."

There were many things in the second half of the year, such as campus festivals, sports festivals, and various title challenges. Kiyosuke Hashima temporarily put aside his thoughts on making a sequel.

Rather than working hard to organize a small society, he wants to set up specialized companies and associations, division of labor, clear goals, and improve efficiency and quality for love.

In addition, in the Japanese gaming circle, fan games are nothing, and games that really make money are mobile games.

Kiyosuke Hashima now has plans. For example, a certain Liver-Breaking Onmyoji, but before that, he still needs to accumulate capital and contacts, and he can't come in a short time.

"Eh, what a pity." Bodao was disappointed when he went out to sea, "I have been looking forward to the sequel of the predecessors."

Kiyosuke Hashima said:

"There are plans for a sequel to notify you as soon as possible."

"That's fine." Bodao's eyes lit up when he went out to sea, and he stretched out his little finger on his right hand, seeming to want to pull the hook, halfway out to react, and quickly retracted his hand to his back, his face flushed, "Yes, sorry."

Kiyosuke Hashima smiled, then changed the subject without a trace:

"What about your work, will it be sold out?"

"Not at all." Bodao let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "I joined my brother's club...Of course, I'm just a small illustrator, because it's the last day, come here to search for interesting fanzine."

"Where is Lun?"

Kiyosuke Hashima asked curiously, as an avid otaku, An Yiren would naturally not be exhibiting in winter. In fact, Kiyosuke Hashima received an invitation from An Yiren the day before yesterday, but he did not come.

"I don't know." Bodao went out to the sea and bulged his cheeks slightly.

"It should be nearby, let's find it."

"Senior in trouble."

When Hashima was about to turn around when he went out to sea, an otaku hurriedly passed by and accidentally collided with each other.

"Be careful."

Kiyosuke Hashima stretched out his right hand and quickly held Namishima out to sea.

"call……"

Bo Dao went out to sea and patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a little red face:

"Thank you, Hashima-senpai."

at the same time.

Wearing a plain camisole, a peaked cap, her blonde hair curled up, all hidden under the hat, and large black-rimmed glasses on her face, Ying Lili, who almost covers half of her face, is looking for doujinshi in the exhibition center.

As a well-known teacher in the fandom, Hideri Kashiwagi will certainly not miss the Winter i Exhibition, but she doesn't have to worry about selling the book. Naturally, other club members organized by her parents will take care of it.

"not bad."

After closing the doujinshi in her hand with satisfaction, Ying Lili suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of her eyes.

"Ok?"