I Loaded the Love Game

After eating the barbecue, the sun is immersed in the sea.

Four people came up from the water and went to the bathroom to take a shower and change their clothes.

After a while, Mrs. Kujo came out wearing thin indoor casual clothes, and saw Watanabe cleaning the dishes, and said:

"Tomorrow the ship will be docked, and someone will take care of these things."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

"I want to do whatever you want." Mrs. Kujo walked to the counter, "Boss, please give me a glass of whiskey mixed with water and ice."

"Wait a minute, ma'am." Watanabe washed his hands thoroughly, poured her a glass, and added ice hockey to it.

Mrs. Kujo thanked her in the voice of the guest, and she picked up the wine glass with a small sip.

The night breeze can blow here, and Watanabe can smell the fragrance of her after bathing.

Mrs. Kujo took a sip, looked at Watanabe and asked, "I'm alone, didn't you hire a nanny?"

"Before there was no money, now I have money, but I didn't expect such a thing as a babysitter."

"Wash the clothes alone?"

"You don't think I'm squatting there and using the washboard? I just throw it into the washing machine and just take it out and dry it when the time comes."

"Washboard?" Mrs. Kujo asked curiously, "Have you heard of it, what does it look like?"

"The waves."

Mrs. Kujo was drinking while imagining the washboard like the waves.

"Wash the tableware by yourself, drag the floor by yourself, cook all the food by yourself?" she asked again.

"Occasionally a bento at a convenience store."

The two stopped talking, Watanabe washed the dishes silently, Mrs. Kujo drank wine at the cooking counter for a while, then went to turn on the record player.

In the cabin, the melody sounded.

Mrs. Kujo sat back and said with a smile: "I like this song very much. It reminds me of being in Kyoto when I was a kid. You sang this song in the afternoon and almost fell in love with you."

"Fall in love with a farm boy who sells barbecue and washes dishes?" Watanabe laughed.

"Enough." Mrs. Kujo smiled slightly, "Barbecuing is delicious, you can earn money to support your family; washing dishes proves that you don't hate doing housework."

She shook the wine glass, the ice cubes dangling in it, making a crisp sound, and watched it fly out several times, but fell back in inconceivable ways.

After it was not finished, Mrs. Kiyono and Miki Kujo came up after taking a shower.

Mrs. Kiyano wore the same thin casual clothes as Mrs. Kujo, which was very cool.

Kota Miki wore Watanabe Toru's shirt and pajamas like hot pants, hidden under the shirt.

"The 500-kilometer bar is open, what are the two of you here?" Watanabe's gaze fell on Kujo Miki's thighs that protruded from the bottom of his shirt.

"Beer, thank you." Mrs. Kiyino sat down beside Mrs. Kujo.

Watanabe took a glass and poured beer in it.

The exquisite and transparent glass contains golden yellow liquid, and the bubbles rising from the bottom of the cup form dense white foam on the surface.

"It looks so delicious." Mrs. Kiyano praised her face.

"Thank you." Watanabe looked at Miki Kujo on the other side of Mrs. Kujo, "My Miki, what do you want to drink?"

"milk."

"Wait a minute."

"The bar sells milk?" Mrs. Kiyino asked with a smile.

"The bar is joking." Watanabe turned his back to them and took out the milk from the refrigerator. "Actually, this is the love nest of Miki and I. The table is just the kitchen counter."

"Unauthorized unmarried cohabitation." Mrs. Kujo said while drinking.

Miki Kujo drank a few sips of milk, and Rin Kiyono stepped up amidst her singing.

"It's been a long time, Rin." Mrs. Kujo greeted.

‘It’s troublesome to take care of your hair. Toru Watanabe guessed her answer.

"It didn't take long. It took time to fix the hair." Kiyano Rin first went to the table to get it, and then sat at the bar.

"A glass of watermelon juice." She said as she opened the book.

"This is the bar, Rin Kiyono." Watanabe Toru reminded in the tone of a bar attendant.

Kiyano Rin didn't speak, and already read the book.

"Not as an example." Watanabe Toru took a watermelon, cut it into pieces, and divided it into two.

One part is put on the bar, for them to eat, and one part is thrown into the juice machine.

Mrs. Kiyano glanced at her daughter's long hair and said, "Would you like to try short hair?"

"No, I like long hair."

Separated by the two wives, Kujo Miki glanced at Kiyano Rin, her gaze fell on Snow White's shoulders.

Kiyano Rin wears pajamas with a neckline that slips to her shoulders, which makes her look pure, sexy, and a little homely.

"Will you wear such clothes?" Kujo Miki asked with a sneer.

"Mother prepared it." Qingye Rin replied without raising his head.

"Only this set?"

"What do I wear, do I need your approval?" Rin Kiyano shot her eyes at Miki Kujo.

Mrs. Kujo smiled and said to her daughter: "I've seen everything in swimsuits during the day, not bad for shoulders."

"Swimsuits are swimsuits. If you wear them like this, you are afraid of seduce people." Kujo Miki said.

"Okay, juice." Watanabe Toru put the glass in front of Kiyano Rin and took it back suddenly.

"Almost forgot." He threw a piece of ice in it.

The juice overflowed all at once, centered on the bottom of the cup, and spilled on the cabinet.

"One more move." Qingye Rin took a look.

"Everyone else is just right, so you will be full." Watanabe Toru wiped the glass clean and handed it to her.

"Like classmate Mei Ji said, was seduced by my shoulder? Forgot to put ice cubes first?"

"There is a little evidence of **** mouth, I have no interest in my shoulders. And as a professional bartender, who doesn't wipe the table?"

"Ice cubes and juice, professional bartender?" Rin Kiyano mocked.

Watanabe completely ignored her, and while wiping the table, he said to Mrs. Kujo, "Ms. Maki, do you want more?"

Mrs. Kujo put the glass in front of him: "Maritime bartender, whiskey cocktail."

"Actually, I am a sea pianist." Watanabe said politely. "The bartender went on a date with a mermaid and asked me to take the place for a while. Look at Miki, the milk she drank, you know what the situation is now ."

Mrs. Kujo laughed twice and said lazily: "Okay, pianist, but before you play the piano, can you please make me a cocktail?"

"It can be."

"Just add some orange juice, soda, lemonade, or any other sweet wine or beverage, as long as you can drink it. I will taste the wine made by someone who doesn't understand anything."

"Then you might not be able to drink it."

"The heir of the Kujo family and his son-in-law murdered the owner of the Kujo family in the Pacific Ocean?" Mrs. Kiyono said with a smile.

"Tomorrow's newspaper headline, use this!" Watanabe Toru began to mix drinks.

Feel free to put it in your mood, and the color of the final blended wine is weird.

"Watanabe-kun, no kidding, I really suspect you are going to murder me now." Mrs. Kujo looked at the wine in front of her.

Miki Kujo smiled straight at the glass of wine, and persuaded, "Mother, I don't think you should drink it anymore."

Even Rin Kiyano raised his head and looked at the glass of wine.

"As I said earlier, I am a sea pianist, not a bartender." Watanabe Toru said.

"Try it first." Mrs. Kujo reached out for the wine glass.

"Wait a minute." Watanabe stopped her, put a cherry on it with a toothpick, and dropped a slice of mint. "It's okay."

"It looks like something." Kujo Miki nodded and said.

The four looked at Mrs. Kujo and took a sip.

"How is it?" Mrs. Kiyono asked.

Mrs. Kujo said nothing, ate the cherries on the toothpick, and then pointed the toothpick to the grand piano in the corner:

"Sea pianist, go, it belongs to you."

Kujo Miki and Mrs. Kiyono laughed.

Kiyano Rin looked at the book and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, yes." Watanabe wiped his hands thoroughly and left the bar.

"Do you know how to play the piano?" Kujo Miki leaned sultryly on the bar, her beautiful legs leaning against each other smoothly.

"My man has been on a ship since he was born, how could he not play the piano?"

"Is there an inevitable connection between the two?" Kiyino Rin said, "The sailors who were born on ships are more."

"Just wait and see."

Toru Watanabe sat down, lifted the lid of the piano, and crackled his fingers.

It really didn't look like a pianist, but a brave sailor who was ready to fight the sea monster.

‘The other me, it’s your turn, go on. ’

"Come on, please turn it off, hurry up, it makes my ears hurt." Watanabe pointed to the record player, an artist's obsession that doesn't care about inferiority.

Mrs. Kujo was about to get up, Miki Kujo stood up before her, holding a milk glass, walking her beautiful young legs, and turning off the record player.

Then she sat on the piano bench.

"Play it, a pianist born at sea."

"Shhh." Watanabe Toru pressed his finger to her lips.

When the world was only left with the sound of waves and wind, Watanabe touched the keys with the fingers that touched the nine Miki's lips.

It seemed that someone climbed onto the deck and then walked into the cabin. It was a seaweed girl.

She found a place to sit down and fiddle with the little harp in her hand;

Someone came again, it was a conch. It looked around the cabin, took off the conch on its back, and blew the sound of the sea breeze.

A large group of whales with incredible lung capacity walked in.

They have accurate goals, quickly occupy the bow, line up neatly, inhale and breathe, like a choir chanting, singing hymns to the sea.

There are more and more creatures in the sea, some with accompaniment, some dancing, and some listening.

In the late-night sea, all the lights are turned on, and the yacht is magnificent and exquisite like a dance party, as if banquets are being held all the time.

The beautiful piano sound, sea water, and the Milky Way merge into one.

The yacht is leisurely, wandering in the beautiful world, waiting for the tide to send it where it should go.

Toru Watanabe released the keys with his fingers, and there was still a soft aftertaste in the cabin.

The yacht fell silent, and the only four spectators seemed to have become stone statues of mermaid under the sea, quietly staring at the pianist.

"Papa!" Mrs. Kujo applauded, "how bad your whiskey is, how beautiful your piano sound is!"

The people who were still immersed in the sound of the piano just now laughed.

"Forget the **** glass of whiskey, let me play another piece for you."

"Okay, sir."

Watanabe Toru looked at Miki Kujo: "Together?"

"What do you play?" Miki Kujo put down the milk cup and stretched her slender fingers.

"March for endless dreams."

"I want to hear your oboe."

"anytime is fine."

The two press the keys.

The concert did not end until late at night.

Not only Watanabe Toru, everyone performed, and all kinds of musical instruments were readily available, and most of them were at the elite level.

Of course, supper is indispensable, as well as cocktails of various flavors.

Back in the bedroom, just as soon as the door closed, Kujo Miki came over and handed her tongue.

Toru Watanabe had long been fascinated. When he was in the cabin living room just now, he wanted to press her on the bar counter and invade her from behind.

After everything was over, Kujo Miki fell asleep.

Toru Watanabe, who has never insomnia, couldn't fall asleep because of the first time he slept on a boat.

He got out of bed gently, put on a coat, and walked up to the second floor.

It was empty and there was no one, and there were still glasses filled with a mess of drinks on the bar counter.

Watanabe poured all these drinks and washed them one by one.

"Not asleep?" Kiyano Rin's figure emerged from the stairs.

"I'm not used to yachts. This is the first time I've been on a boat in my life." Watanabe gave her a look and continued to clean.

Kiyano Rin walked over and stood beside him.

When he washes one, he wipes it dry with a towel.

"You can't sleep because you slept outside for the first time?" Watanabe asked.

"Ok."

The two stopped talking, one washed and the other wiped.

After all the washing was done, Rin Kiyano handed a towel to Toru Watanabe.

"Go back to sleep?" She watched Watanabe Toru wipe his hands.

"Not sleepy, go back."

"I do not have either."

Toru Watanabe looked at the snow-white fragrant shoulders protruding from her collar, and his heart jumped.

"Go outside," he put down his towel, "go to the third floor and blow the night breeze."

The two cut a plate of fruit, took some snacks such as pistachios, and went to the open-air observation deck.

The yacht travels slowly at the speed of a person's walking, and the night wind is not slow.

The moon is invisible, the sky is full of stars, and there is silence all around.

"There is an illusion that the whole world is left to us." Kiyano Rin's tone was relaxed.

"The human world has become a zombie. Are the five of us the last survivors?" Watanabe Toru put the fruit on the table.

"That's not bad." Qingye Rin put the snacks beside the fruit.

The two sit on chairs side by side, facing the south and looking up at the night sky.

The vast Milky Way hung in front of the eyes, and the stars were dotted, like a clear river with a bottom.

The sea and the Milky Way are separated by a distance of 30 kilometers between the sky and the earth, and there is also a distant universe without boundaries.

It seems that there is no connection, but the stars of the Milky Way are scattered all over the sea, and there is also the shadow of the Milky Way deep in the sea.

"Meteor." Qing Ye Lin looked at the night sky.

"I saw it." Watanabe Toru said.

One, two, three, a total of three meteors.

"Have you made a wish?" Kiyano Rin asked.

"Do you believe this legend?"

"I don't believe it, but whether I make a wish or not has nothing to do with believing it or not."

"It makes sense." Watanabe nodded, "I didn't make a wish, but there is something I want to do."

"Tell me."

"If you are far away, let the two of you reconcile; if you are near, I want to kiss you on the shoulder."

Kiyano Rin's hair was slightly blown up, and a few strands of hair ran to his lips.

She pulled off these naughty hairs and said, "Don't say unrealistic things all day long."

"Then touch your leg?"

"Apart from these, haven't you thought about other things?"

"No way? Okay, then give you a hug. You can't reduce the price anymore. The price is already very low."

Kiyano Rin sighed softly.

"This afternoon, don't talk about kissing me on the shoulder or hugging me. Even if I kissed me at the time, I would not refuse." She looked down at the undulating waves.

"A wonderful moment." Watanabe looked up at the shining galaxy, "If that was the first time we met, we would have fallen in love at first sight."

"Not sure. I'm not a person who fell in love at first sight."

"Then why is it not clear?"

"Because I looked at you at the time and I really liked you in my heart, but I don't know what it would be like if I saw you for the first time."

"It's okay, I'll love each other no matter how."

"Ok."

At three o'clock, the night wind started to cool, Watanabe Toru stood up.

"Let's go back."

"Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Watanabe Toru looked back at her.

"Your Dream......"

"If you don't break up with Maggie and the others, you wouldn't be willing, would you?"

"Ok."

"So you want to persuade me to give up?"

"...Just now." Kiyano Rin put her hands on her chest nervously and shyly, "I can treat them as if they don't exist."

Toru Watanabe forgot to breathe and looked at her quietly.

The flowers are in full bloom, the birds are singing, the breath of the ocean tide, the brilliance of the Milky Way, finally touched a little...that distant dream.

The sparse and invisible shadows form a mass.

In the undulating sea, their shadows are reflected in the Milky Way.