50.Chapter 50 48 Call Order

Author: The dancer I pushed

Chapter 50 48. Call Order

"It's too late." This sentence came from the phone.

Takuma Matsumura checks the time: "It's not yet eight o'clock."

"I'll be at half past six..." She paused, "Forget it, you can still remember to call me."

"How could I forget?"

"It sounds nice. I haven't called it once for so many days. If I hadn't called, you would have forgotten me, right?"

“No.”

"What's my name?"

"Yoki Okura."

"Not nice."

"I think it sounds pretty good."

"You guy..." She sighed with no choice, "I really can't bear to scold you, stupid."

"Aren't you still scolding?"

"Tell me, how are you doing recently?" Yoshiki Okura changed the topic.

"It's pretty good." Takumi Matsumura thought for a while.

Tomoki Okura gritted his teeth and said, "What about it specifically?"

"Specifically, I saw a beautiful cherry tree a few days ago, with two reddish-brown birds hanging on it, and I was in a good mood."

"What's this?"

"I also saw a duck swaying onto the road, and the photo was on Twitter trend."

"Cute..." She said only halfway, "What's this?"

"But it rained heavily today, and the cherry tree was wet and the petals fell a lot... So I can't live a good life recently, but it's not bad."

"This question should be about yourself, right?" Okura Tomoki murmured in a low voice.

Takuma Matsumura raised his eyes and lifted his bangs: "Every day, I am the same me, I can finish it all in a short time, it's meaningless."

"I said it, it's okay to repeat it, really."

"That's how..."

"Stop perfunctory me."

He pondered for a moment, took out the automatic pencil in the pen holder and pressed it several times, and pressed the refill back against the table.

"And you?"

"Hmm?" said Tomoki Okura, "What?"

"how are things?"

It took her a while before she answered:

"Not very good. I stay with cats and dogs every day, either sitting in the store and listening to music or running to the next coffee house to drink coffee. It's so boring."

"It's not busy at all."

"That's because I've hired three girls to help," she explained, "I just sat in the store to play."

"I deserve to be the eldest lady."

"I don't want you to say that."

"When I was there, I would have hired a few more people," Takumi Matsumura remembered the time he was in Karuizawa and complained, "I'm working all day long."

"Didn't I work hard too?" Yoshiki Okura retorted, her voice becoming gentle.

Takumi Matsumura smiled: "Why are you embarrassed to say that?"

"Isn't it?"

“Yes, yes.”

"Yes, yes~" she learned to say.

"How is the weather?"

"Open the sun."

"envious."

“It’s been raining in Tokyo?”

"I just got it today."

“It’s good to rain.”

"Trouble," said Takumi Matsumura, "I don't like holding umbrellas."

"I'm afraid that passers-by won't see their handsome appearance?"

"This is barely a reason."

"Narcissism."

"It's not what I said anyway."

"I said!" said Tomoki Okura.

She chuckled a few times, laughing full of joy.

Takuma Makimura held the automatic pencil in his hand and turned it three times until the pen hit the table with a click, and he put the pen back in place.

"Hey, Makimura, I want to read books recently." Tomoki Okura suddenly mentioned.

"What book do you read?"

"I want to ask you."

"I can read any book, and it doesn't make sense to ask me."

“What are you looking at recently?”

Takuma Matsumura glanced at the bookshelf: "German grammar."

"What else?"

“The Great Gatsby.”

"Well..." Tomoki Okura thought for a while and said, "I said Makimura, you should have read this book for a long time, and you haven't finished it yet?"

"I always see it, I can't let it go."

“It’s too exaggerated.”

"real."

"What else did you see?"

“Auschwitz.”

"History..."

"You know?"

"You underestimate me too much."

"I thought you only like porn."

"What the hell do you treat me?"

"Don't worry about it."

“Really…”

After she finished speaking, Takuma Matsumura smiled with his lips pursed.

The two called until nearly eight o'clock, and Takumi Makimura said he was going to exercise.

"The excuse to hang up my phone is too bad."

"It's really about exercising."

“Yes, yes.”

"That's it, goodbye."

"Yeah, bye."

That night, Takuma Matsumura had a dream, and there was nothing else except a beautiful cherry blossom tree.

The world is pink, the petals solidify in mid-air, and everything is illogical.
To be continued...