My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

"Um... it's not impossible to say that."

Kato Megumi noticed his gaze and was a little embarrassed: "Higiya-kun...want to eat?"

Bajiang learned her words: "That's not impossible."

With a little smile in her eyebrows, Xiao Hui pointed at him, and threw the wagashi "hey" over. Seeing the boy caught it neatly, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, this action is really handsome!"

The handsome Bachan smelled it and thought it should be pretty good.

"Actually, there were two more, but Ying Lili just ate it secretly just now-ah, mine is vanilla flavor, yours should be matcha flavor, do you like it?"

The teenager waved to him, sat on the edge of the balcony, extended his feet out of the balcony, and took a bite of a snack.

The characteristic of Okinawa is a bit salty.

They did not speak tacitly, but looked at the darkness in the distance and the little orchids on the sea under the moonlight from a distance. The sound of a slight wave came into their ears, quiet and profound.

"Ah, is that the reflection of moonlight?"

Moonlight is reflected on the sea, and as the waves surging and become fragmented, it seems that stars are rapidly emerging and disappearing in the sea.

It's like a starry sky boiling in the sea!

"……What a beauty!"

The rare beauty made Hui forget to eat, with her chin in her hand, she looked into the distance very fascinated, the wind shook her hair, and her quiet and tranquil face exuded something like nothing in the moonlight. Halo.

"benefit."

"Ok?"

"Your aura is gone."

Blinky stared at her faintly: "Sure enough, everything is rare and precious. The cuteness that doesn't appear often now appears to be very cute."

The gray and cute Ms. Kato Megumi was a little at a loss, but she wanted Nani but didn't swallow it because she just took a bite. She couldn't speak, she could only express her humility with her wide eyes.

"Is vanilla delicious?"

"Um... uh huh, okay."

The two were silent again, looking out to the sea in the same place.

"Is the matcha delicious?"

Hearing her plain words, Biqigu took another bite and tasted it carefully: "Slightly...a bit bitter."

"It's like love, right?"

"You know again? Xiaohui, you probably haven't been in love yet, right?"

Hui nodded, indicating that she had never been in love, and shook her head again, indicating that she had her own thoughts on the topic of love.

"I fell in love at first sight with someone you had known for less than a few years in middle school, then dated, and then broke up?"

"Love at first sight is still a bit over."

"Many books say that this is youth, this is love-people who read books naturally think that it is love..."

Looking up from a distance, she looked at the moon: "I heard people say that Mr. Biqigu used to say in class before-love is like a ghost..."

Who on earth said this in front of his childhood sweetheart!

"I often wonder if they can really see ghosts? Are those people really in love?"

The dead fish eyes classified as "those people" wanted to refute, but in the end they didn't say anything.

"Or to put it this way, because I have never been in love, it is a common sense of love for other girls, but I can't empathize with it..."

"Considering and questioning the common sense of people around us, this is something we rarely have in common."

"Anything else in common..."

The boy thought for a while: "Are we... all smarter?"

"Ah, I was praised by you!"

Hui turned her head, her gentle smile appeared a little indifferent in the night breeze: "Bigger than Qigu, smart people will not fall in love in high school. We can really be like the world in the second element, full of acidity and harmony. Sweet youth love? Is that really our story?"

Facing the girl’s serious eyes, Bi Qigu was silent, and then nodded: "It may not be possible to say something else first. Think about it. In high school, if you don’t learn how to confess how to be confessed, then even if you enter the society at university, you can Is it a so-called mature love?"

Then he added shamelessly: "Not everyone is like me, with a lovely sister as a spare..."

"It seems to make sense again. It turns out that An Yijun often puts the words'Why do I have to confess to a three-dimensional girl" on his lips because he has no one who can condone his brother's arrogance to himself..."

Bachan was sweating profusely: "Whatever you want to do...a bit too much."

Kato was noncommittal about his excuse and sighed like a philosopher: "But to be honest, whether in a novel or in reality, I think love is really meaningless."

"Alas--"

"I can't make boring things interesting."

"Don't, maybe it's just because you don't have a sense of existence..."

The boy slanted his eyes and said in a sinister tone: "Is it a habitual show of affection because I am often ignored?"

Xiaohui smiled: "How can it be."

"Oh, this smile is typical of a black belly!"

Hachichan patted her face. Fortunately, she finally changed the subject. The philosopher Megumi Kato, who was talking about love and life, was even more frightening than the setting of "Smart Dumpling".

"Perhaps, it's because you always lack the element of the heroine, maybe?"

"what?"

"Think about it, what are the factors of anime heroines?"

Hui looked down at herself: "Is it because of... cup?"

"Also! Look, the heroine is usually not big ~ breasts or flat breasts, how can it be mediocre?"

"It seems to make sense."

"There are also facial expressions. They are not the dead arrogant'no road race, no road race', or the three-no character who can't make a fart for a long time, or the surface is gentle and actually blackened like a snake-you see Which one do you belong to?"

Hui counted her fingers, tilted her head cutely, and stammered: "...the third?"