Is it really a straight girl?

Ms. Miji put the plates, chopsticks, tableware, etc. that were piled up into a hill by the sink, and then ran to the table to bring them again, while she packed up other kitchen utensils.

After nearly ten minutes, the two of them finally finished their work.

On the way, Yachiyo seriously asked many questions that were not common sense, such as whether to put this kind of kitchen waste in a special trash can, what kind of tool should be used to wipe it clean, how much dish soap should be put, and whether to put it in a special trash can first. Soak the dinner plates and then scrub them... It's as common sense as the snow mist.

After finishing, Yachiyo stood blankly in front of his sink, letting his hands continue to drip water drops, looked around in confusion, and then sighed when he became conscious.

Aware of all this, Mi Ji opened his mouth, not knowing what to say to comfort the other party.

Everyone has their own troubles, and so does Miki herself.

"Miss Yachiyo..." After opening her mouth, she could only say the other person's name gently with respect.

"Well, what?" The blond girl turned her head.

"..." Mi Ji shook his head: "It's nothing."

"Are you concerned about me? No, I know my state." But she saw through Mi Ji's eyes.

"Hmm..." Yaki approached, turned on the faucet in front of Ms. Yachiyo again and washed her hands, not paying attention to the contact of her right arm with her during this period.

"Instead, you should care about your own situation."

"Hmm... Mi Ji has nothing to do. He has a fulfilling life and is loved by everyone. He just needs to cook honestly every day. There is nothing to worry about." Mi Ji waved his hand and said.

"Is that so?"

"That's it."

Miki is not that hypocritical.

I don't have any special mission. The landlady said that Miji can't do anything, so An Anxin just pretends to be bad.

"But in fact, being liked by others will be very tangled, right?" Yachiyo said.

Mi Ji shook his freshly washed hands and pouted.

Yaki doesn't want to talk about such a topic, and Miss Yachiyo, don't you also like me?

"Being loved by someone else, but unable to reciprocate his love, why?" The blond girl asked in a very natural tone as if she had guessed all the thoughts in Mi Ji's mind.

"This kind of thing has nothing to do with Ms. Yachiyo." Yaki continued to pouted, a little angry.

How did this person know that Mahiru likes Yaki? When Mahiru said that she has someone she likes, didn't she already go out and throw things away?

Did Mahiru say this again when Yaki went upstairs to fish the landlord out of the bathtub?

hiss……

No, Yaki didn't want to know about this, and she didn't want to imagine what the scene would be like at all.

Now, don't everyone know that the person Mahiru likes is actually Miki?

In this case, Chitose might know it too Hey, Chitose also likes Miki, Shura field, is this the Shura field?Miki, are you still the main character?

Miss Mi Ji's mind was in a state of confusion, she seemed to have suddenly realized something extraordinary, and the self-protection mechanism in her heart came into play again, she shook her little head, and stopped thinking about these terrible things.

"Is it okay? But I like you too."

"Huh?" Mi Ji was taken aback, took half a step back, blinked blankly, then shook his head:

"No no no, Ms. Yachiyo doesn't like me. Although I confessed it, Miki can't feel your liking. What you like is not Yaki, but something that Miki represents."

"Anyway, it's enough, so it shouldn't be a problem if I add one more?" Yachiyo's always lost expression finally showed a slight change: "And I'm the first one to confess to you, right? "

This look, there is a hint of sincere love, without any emotion at all...

"Please don't tease me." Mi Ji was very distressed.

……

Five hundred and two, Ms. Yachiyo is telling a story

After the tableware and kitchen utensils were cleaned and Yaki finished her work, she went upstairs with Yachiyo.

Leaving the empty first floor behind, I walked under the warm light of the stairs.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Yachiyo seems to be here for the first time." On the way, the girl with purple pupils casually picked up a topic to ease the boring hair and tail of Yiyi.

"I rarely left my room before." Yachiyo responded calmly: "There is no need."

Unexpectedly, she has the attributes of a house girl.

"Maybe we have to get rid of this practice now. If I have to stay in the room alone, there will probably be problems." Ms. Yachiyo, who used to be so reticent that Miki wondered if she had a language barrier, Now it seems to be articulate, which makes Mi Ji suspicious,

"By the way, Yachiyo has changed so much, Yachiyo even wants to ask... Is it really Yachiyo?" Miss Yachiyo, who was leaning against the blonde beauty, quietly took half a step to the side, looking at Miss Yachiyo's current appearance, Take a step back to the side.

"Yes, indeed." Yachiyo was not surprised that Yaki would ask such a question, and answered normally:

"People change."

"Miss Yachiyo was one way before Yaki passed out, but after waking up and returning to the room, Miss Yachiyo became this other way. It feels like she was taken away by others like in a fantasy novel." Ms. Ji said her sincere thoughts:

"Besides, you didn't speak much in the past, and you often used your mobile phone instead of language, but now..."

Mi Ji brought up various topics with a little bit of doubt, and looked at the other party waiting for a response and answer.

Although these are actually not important to Miji.

Throwing up these topics is probably because I want to turn my attention to this side, and stop thinking about all kinds of more confusing things.

"Confused about this?"

"I'm not that confused, but I can't figure out why. If Ms. Yachiyo doesn't want to explain, Miki won't ask anymore." Miki said casually.

"It's not a secret, I just seldom talk about myself." Ms. Yachiyo slowly walked up the stairs and said to the girl beside her: "A few years ago, I could still speak normally."

"Don't say it as if it's not possible now..." Mi Ji said as a foil.

The current Ms. Yachiyo can speak very fluent language casually. Isn't this very, very normal?

"Now, no." But the other party retorted: "Listen to me first, I want to tell my story from the beginning."

"Hmm." Although Mi Ji was a little upset, she nodded.

Anyway, she wasn't that puzzled.

Compared with the experience of Ms. Yachiyo, she still cares more about what she just said...

Unable to answer the person who loves her, why is Yaki so incompetent?

Ms. Miji, unable to support herself and completely helpless about her most important event, could only throw out various topics to divert her inner attention.

"Although I don't want to say this kind of thing again, and I don't want to mention Him again..." Ms. Yachiyo sighed, and slowly told her story: "I grew up in an orphanage funded by the church. I often come into contact with all kinds of things related to Him, go to church every week, attend lectures, pray before meals, do baptism, eat Holy Communion...these are all kinds of things."

The blond-haired girl walked in front, and Yaki followed on her left, walked up the long stairs, and turned right in the second-floor corridor filled with pale lights.

Miki quietly heard the voice of the other party talking to Mahiru in the middle of the room, they seemed to have not closed the door, and there was the sound of clicking buttons, as if they were playing a game together?

"En." Mi Ji quietly responded to the other party's words.

"The environment and atmosphere in that orphanage is actually not bad, but the nun in charge is a little too strict, and often physically punishes disobedient children. When we were three or four years old, we started to do the simplest housework... I also Belonging to the disobedient category, I was caught and taught by that person many times." When Yachiyo told this, a rare gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth during the recollection.

It's not the fake smile like before.

"Yachiyo was a naughty child when he was a child? You can't tell it at all." Yaki responded casually, her mind was not on the conversation.

Her mind was completely on the door that was gradually approaching, and the door was half opened on the other side.

"Isn't it amazing? When I was a child, I would become a completely different person. Life is really amazing."

Ms. Yachiyo from before wouldn't say that jokingly, would she?

"Well, what's next?"

"One day later, I accidentally said bad things about God in front of that nun, which was a very common way of venting... I said at the time that if God really loves people, why would we let us, all of us Do people live in a depressive and painful environment? The nun who manages the orphanage said that life is hard. I remembered this sentence and said at that time that the God we believe in is a Sadism, His only hobby is to make enough living people suffer in the world until they die, and suffer all kinds of pain. The only purpose of human beings created by God is to suffer and die continuously. This world is obviously It's extremely evil." Yachiyo said this calmly: "But we believe in this kind of god, so I said at the time that people who believe in gods are fools."

"Ah, this..." After hearing this, Miki turned his attention to this side, and he could already guess that after Yachiyo, he must have been severely punished.

Living in an orphanage donated by the church, saying such things in front of a nun, isn't that courting death? Hey...

Miji was a little scared after hearing this.

"As you can imagine, I was beaten quite a bit afterwards, but the strange thing is that it was only the level of punishment that I was usually found when I went out to play over the wall. After that, I was dragged by the ear to her room by the nun. When she said this, her tone was still gentle: "I thought she was going to hit me again, but she poured me a cup of black tea and asked me to sit down, as usual, slowly talking about God Things... But this time, she allowed me to refute and let me speak my mind."

Miki nodded and listened silently.

When passing by the other room, she turned her head and glanced into it.

Hikata and Mahiru were indeed playing a game, and while chatting about something, Yaki's name seemed to be mentioned.

Yaki still wanted to listen carefully, but he didn't want to disturb Yachiyo's interest in telling the story with this attitude, so he didn't care much.

"Is Miki listening?"

"Yeah, I'm listening carefully, please continue."

Ms. Yaki spread her hands politely.

…………

Five hundred and three, can't speak now?

Open the door and walk in.

Meowing by the shoe rack.

This has almost become an established procedure for Miji when he returns to his room.

Yachiyo looked at the kitten, and then showed a relieved expression, adding a gentleness to his face.

She remembered that she and Mi Ji met on the street and brought this kitten back together.

But now is not the time to talk about small animals.Her story isn't over yet.

"At that time, I argued with that nun for a long time. She couldn't persuade me, and I couldn't convince her—it was natural." Yachiyo walked slowly into the depths of Miki's room, sensing the The position of the cross, and slowly continued to talk about my own affairs: "I went back after that, and a few days later, the nun brought me a thick book, talking about the speculations I said at the time, one after another A question has an answer in this book. I took it out of curiosity, and then read it for a long time... There are indeed many, many, messy and innumerable answers in the book, whether profound or simple, But I didn’t fully understand it at the time.”

"This way..." Yaki responded casually, watching Ms. Yachiyo looking around, as if she wanted to imprint all the scenes in Yachiyo's room in her heart, and then walked straight to the bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom, after opening the door, she squatted down and put her hands under the washing machine, and grabbed a thin metal chain directly from it.

The thin shiny silver chain was pulled, and with the sound of metal sliding on the tiles, the blond girl took out the cross that fell into the dark place under the washing machine at some time.

Then he turned around and looked at Miki.