If my sister has color, it must be a small buried color.
——From an unknown bullet screen in station B.
……
The afternoon sun shines into the room through the window. A handsome boy with flaxen gray short hair is holding a digital board to draw something.
"In the past, there was a fox demon that harmed the world! It had nine tails..."
"The people suffered a lot, so they summoned ninjas --"
"There was a ninja who sacrificed his life to seal it! He died because of exhaustion."
"This ninja... is called the fourth generation [Fire Shadow]!"
"Cool! This text, together with the background picture of Jiuwei, is so handsome that it explodes!"
Clear trees in the earth
Oh, the young man with the digital tablet looked at the first page of Naruto, which he had just painted himself, and his eyes were bright.
It has been three years since he came to this world. Since he confirmed his future goal, he has been drawing with a digital tablet almost every day for the past three years, so as to exercise his comic skills. Even the students at the same school would not hesitate to be recognized as a weirdo.
Now, he has finally taken this step with his great comic drawing skills!
'My name is Tujian Qingshu. I am a passer-by. I speak for myself...'
'Now is the spring break before the beginning of the second year of senior high school. Naruto was born in this world. It's really a memorable moment!'
Shake his head and throw away his thoughts. Qingshu puts down his digital tablet, walks out of the studio to the kitchen, and takes out a can of coke from the refrigerator.
Click~~~
After opening the bottle, take a drink while the fog is thick at the mouth of the Coke bottle, and then go back to draw all the first words of Naruto
Ding dong~~~~
Ding Dong Ding Dong~~~~
"Who could it be? Could it be that the limited edition of Renwang, which was ordered online before, has been done by hand? No, no, it's impossible for Amazon to calculate the time so quickly, is it..."
As she walked towards the door, Qingshu talked to herself and didn't forget to drink another Coke.
The newly opened cola is the best to drink, and the explosion of full carbonic acid bubbles in his mouth is his favorite.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!"
Qingshu said, and went to the door and opened it.
In front of me is a lovely girl.
The afternoon sun shines on the girl in front of her, emitting a warm glow, with long milk orange hair, delicate facial features, and a white ruffled dress matching her own temperament.
When the breeze blows, the skirt sways, and a few cherry petals fall behind to form a natural and beautiful background.
The perfect combination of these details makes Qingshu not hesitate to save this beautiful picture in his mind and never forget it.
However, the next moment he suddenly remembered something.
Although the visitor did not explain who he was, and Qingshu did not know her name, he knew that the girl should be his sister whom he had never met before.
Last night, the 'father' with whom he had a delicate relationship called to say that he would go abroad for a long time on business, so he asked himself to take care of the 'woman''s child, his sister in name.
As a result, I started to paint Naruto today, which made me excited and totally forgot about it.
Fortunately, Qingshu was not asked to pick her up in person, otherwise things would definitely develop into an extremely embarrassing situation in the end.
As soon as I turned my eyes, I saw that the girl was pulling a suitcase with her left hand. It seemed that her identity could not be wrong.
"When I first met, I was Qingshu in the dirt. You must be my... younger sister."
"When I first met, I was buried in the dirt... Nissan."
In addition to a glance at Qingshu at the beginning, the girl even lowered her head timidly when introducing herself, and used the unfamiliar term "Nissan" to call Qingshu.
But this is also very normal. After all, although they are brothers and sisters in name, they just met for the first time.
However, when Qingshu heard the word "buried in the earth", he had already fried the pot in his brain, and did not notice the slightly unfamiliar name behind.
'Buried between soil... buried between soil... buried between soil?'
'Is it the legendary hamster buried in the soil?'
'Dry thing sister... little burying?'
Qingshu thinks crazily inside, and his eyes are dizzy from the name of Tumian Burial. Fortunately, the girl who claims to be Tumian Burial doesn't look up to see his embarrassment.
In the past, in the world of Qingshu, he only loved watching such bloody battles as The One Piece, Naruto and Death, and the only daily one he saw was the most popular "Dry thing Sister Buried" in station B a few years ago.
Three years ago, when he first came across the world, he saw people all over the street with colorful hair and pupil color, which made him think that he had come across some strange parallel and different world.
Is it really a cartoon world?!
Shock for a second, calm down for a second, calm down for a second but barely hold the beating corner of the eye for a second.
I thought so much, but it was only three seconds ago.
Spend another second to see the girl's hair color, and the face half covered because of slightly lowering the head. After comparing the image in my memory five years ago, I have a little judgment in my heart.
However, whether it happens to have the same name or it is really a small burial of Ganwumei will be judged later.
Because it is extremely impolite to let my nominal sister stand for four seconds at the door in such an awkward way.
Smile and move aside.
"Then... please come in and take care of yourself in the future."
"Please... Please take more care of..."
Xiao Buri took her small pink suitcase to Qingshu's house.
I wonder if it is an illusion. Qingshu always feels that Xiao Buri seems timid towards her. Is it because her smile is not sunny enough?
No, no!
It must be 'father' who said a lot of bad things about himself to her at ordinary times, hateful!
"There are living rooms, kitchens and bathrooms downstairs. There were three bedrooms upstairs, but one of them was used as a studio by me, and the other one is empty. You can live in that room later... OK?"
Qingshu takes Xiaobu downstairs to see the upstairs, roughly introduces her to the structure of the home, and finally leads her to the studio, which is the empty room.
There is nothing in the room, not even a bed. The room was empty when I rented it, and it has not changed at all.
Looking at the empty room, Qingshu felt that the atmosphere seemed awkward, so she hurriedly said:
"Although we can't live now, we can go out and buy all the things we need later. I didn't know what style you like before, so I'm not good at making suggestions, hehe hehe."
Can you tell the truth that you just forgot?
Of course not!
I said I would be beaten to death.
Xiao Buri said reasonably that it didn't matter. After putting down the suitcase, he was afraid that too late might lead to no bed tonight. Qingshu took Xiao Buri to the nearest supermarket to buy many daily necessities.
Of course, the most important bed, as well as some cabinets and other furniture.
When they came back, emergency transportation services had been employed for large pieces of furniture, and the other scattered items were brought back by the two people themselves.
The only thing that made Qingshu feel a bit regretful was that he wanted to find the iconic hamster cloak, but he didn't meet the same one in the living area.
"I'm back."
After entering the house, I suddenly heard the little burying behind me saying that I came back, leaving Qingshu stunned.
However, he immediately realized that people in Cherry Blossom Country have the habit of saying this when they come home, and he has lived alone since he came across from the beginning, and never said this sentence, so
"I'm back."
Hurry to add a sentence, so as not to let Xiao Buri think he is abnormal.
However, after speaking to the empty room, Qingshu felt inexplicable shame, which made Qingshu want to drink a can of coke to calm her down.
"Let's put these things on the ground first. Let's go and drink some water."
Put down the bag he was carrying, and Xiaobur followed Qingshu to the kitchen.
When he opened the refrigerator, Qingshu looked at the cans of drinks placed on the door of the refrigerator. His eyes turned and he had a new idea.
"Grape juice, orange juice, cola, milk, what kind would you like to drink, Xiao Buri?" Qingshu asked.
The option of "Coke" was deliberately put in an inconspicuous position. If Xiaoburi chose Coke, it would explain the problem.
"Just... Coke."
Xiao Buri seems to choose one at random, but he doesn't know how many games her brother has played in his heart.
‘YES！’
'Although my memory is vague after five years, my name, hair color, voice and love of cola are all the same.'
'Yes, it's not a coincidence! She must be buried! Absolutely! '
Turning back, he handed Xiaobu a can of Coke. Qingshu himself took a can of Coke, and they sat on the table and drank.
At the same time, the atmosphere fell into silence again.
I was afraid that the air would suddenly be quiet. Although I decided that the sister sitting opposite was Xiao Buri, her timid attitude towards herself also made Qingshu feel a little tired.
Recalling that this delicate state has been going on since the two met, Qingshu felt that it was necessary to find out why.
But not now. The most important thing now is to think about... what will they have for dinner?
It seems that Xiao Buri is a little tired. If he goes out to eat, he always feels ill served. But if he starts cooking now
I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time. It was already five past six in the evening. It was too late.
So
'It seems that if I want to take out my ultimate trump card, it will be you!'
[Auspicious · Ultimate Pipi Shrimp Let's go I don't want to cook, I want to sleep, it's convenient and fast, hey hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm just a kid!]
Abbreviation: a bowl of takeaway ramen.
"So... can I have ramen for dinner?"
"Well, all right."
After getting Xiao Buri's consent, Qingshu picks up the phone and dials a number.
"Moses Moses, this is Tujian Family. Can you send me two bowls of ramen noodles?"
"No problem, Brother Tujian. It will be delivered in 15 minutes."
"Thank you very much, Chuangzhen."
"You're welcome. See you later."
"See you later."
After hanging up the mobile phone, Qingshu said to Xiao Buri, "Take a break. Ramen will be here soon."
Xiao Buri also smiled politely without losing embarrassment.
The person on the phone with Qingshu is Xing Ping Chuangzhen, the son of the owner of Xing Ping Restaurant. Their small restaurant is not only affordable but also super delicious. Even the cuisine is super rich, and almost all civilian dishes can be made.
Since moving here three years ago and accidentally finding this restaurant, Qingshu has eaten there almost every night.
Because of this, they only unlocked the delivery service after they became friends with Xing Ping Chuangzhen, who was one year younger. Otherwise, their family would not accept delivery orders.
Even so, of course, Qingshu seldom orders takeout. After all, it's always bad to ask others to help.
Today is just an emergency.
