"Isn't this a question of whether you like it or not? Just now, that one was just an instinctive reaction, right? I looked inside without even thinking about it... This one is a matter of looking at it if you can see it, and probably you will go and see it if you can see it... This and
It’s the same reason that everyone will look down when they hear ‘whose money fell’.”
"Chen Xiaofeng, do you like big ones?"
"Didn't what I said before be of any use?"
"Like Luojia?"
"Isn't that kind of size common?"
"Still like Misaka?"
"That guy is approaching the airport!"
"you have seen?"
"It's through clothes!"
"I heard from my classmate last night that if you rub it, it will make it bigger. Is this true?"
"Are you a primary school student? This, this kind of thing is probably an urban legend... Besides, how would I know!"
Chen Xiaofeng began to speak incoherently.
However, there is probably a way to make it bigger... With today's high technology, this is also possible.
"But can you please stop discussing this kind of thing at tourist spots in Otaru?"
"I don't want to say such things."
"But, it's you, Xiaoqiong, who's been asking these strange questions since just now, right?"
silence.
"Why did you stop talking all of a sudden?"
silence.
"Remain silent?"
Qiong continued to remain silent and lowered his head.
"Besides...it's Xiaoqiong, are you too defenseless?"
Qiong continued to remain silent, his eyes seemed to be telling something, and Qiong always felt that something was wrong.
I silently endured Chen Xiaofeng's complaints. Normally, I would ignore these complaints, because in daily life, it is normal for Chen Xiaofeng to say such things. But this time, I did not ignore them. Not only that, I seemed to become very depressed.
"Xiao Qiong?"
After making the sound, Qiong became even more lethargic, with a completely depressed expression, which was very inexplicable.
"What's wrong? If you have anything on your mind, just say it..."
I haven’t finished speaking yet…
"nothing……"
He answered in such a small voice.
He didn't know what he had done wrong. Chen Xiaofeng couldn't figure it out at all, so he had to change the topic.
"Is the painting finished?"
"kindness……"
"Then...shall I accompany you for a walk somewhere else?"
Chen Xiaofeng could only hope that he could accompany Qiong for a walk so that she could recover.
"Um."
Chen Xiaofeng left the canal with Qiong who looked very disappointed.
We walked back to the sidewalk from the canal bank, and then checked the next stop in the tourist brochure.
Before arriving at their destination, Chen Xiaofeng and Qiong walked forward slowly.
Qiong was still the same, always lagging behind Chen Xiaofeng. Chen Xiaofeng would stop every few steps, waiting for Qiong to catch up. When he noticed, Qiong was a few steps behind. So both of them repeated this behavior.
Moreover, every time Chen Xiaofeng stood, Qiong looked at Chen Xiaofeng's waist, exuding silent will.
"Xiao Qiong, if you have anything to say, just tell me."
When asked by Chen Xiaofeng, Qiong's tangled expression was obvious.
"……hand……"
"Um?"
"Can I hold hands?"
Chen Xiaofeng couldn't understand the impact of these words.
"Wha, what? Holding hands? Me and Xiaoqiong?"
"Yes."
"Isn't there something wrong with this?"
"Why?"
Students who have been on the plane for a long time have limited sightseeing spots. I saw a few at the station before, and there are also some on the canal. Even on the street I am walking on now, I just passed by a few classmates.
.
If we hold hands in this situation...then rumors will spread faster than the speed of light.
"Why?"
Qiong asked again.
I couldn't say anything that could be explained in my mind. They were just words for the occasion. Chen Xiaofeng also had this consciousness.
"Why...we were obviously with Xiaoyou yesterday..."
Qiong spoke in an inaudible voice that Chen Xiaofeng could not hear.
She has made great progress today.
"Anyway, it's just not possible."
Chen Xiaofeng seemed to hear Qiong muttering quietly, but he could no longer distinguish the content.
The current sky seems to be horribly lost.
"Xiao, Xiao Qiong, look, there seems to be an interesting little shop over there."
In order to change the strange atmosphere, Chen Xiaofeng pointed to the building in front of him. Otaru is called the "City of Glass", so it was a glass shop.
Then without waiting for Qiong's answer, Chen Xiaofeng entered the shop.
Qiong also followed Chen Xiaofeng in.
This small shop, which is not very big, is filled with all kinds of glass products.
Different shapes and different colors.
"This is so beautiful."
Picking up the gradient blue goblet with his hand, Qiong's eyes radiated as much light as his.
He seemed interested... Chen Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you here for a school trip?"
The person who came to talk was a female shop assistant about thirty years old.
"Well, yes."
"If you are interested, you can go to the workshop inside to experience the production... I think you can create some beautiful memories together."
Looking at the smiling look on the female clerk's face, it seemed that she mistook Chen Xiaofeng and Qiong for a date on a school trip.
This made Chen Xiaofeng a little troubled.
"The production experience? Is it the kind where the glass is burning in front and blowing on the back?"
"That's right."
That kind of thing has been seen on TV. The glass is melted in a red-hot road, and then the hollow stick is rotated while blowing continuously.
Although it looks interesting, it shouldn’t be something a novice can do, right?
"Chen Xiaofeng."
This kind of timing is called Chen Xiaofeng's name... Chen Xiaofeng can foresee what will happen next.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to try."
"What? If you get burned, you'll be in trouble... Moreover, if a tension causes the aim force field to become uncontrollable..."
Then this small shop will become an ice cellar.
"It doesn't matter, there are some that don't require fire."
The clerk interrupted appropriately.
Then, he took down a finished product from the shelf nearby.
"The rough-looking areas here are blown up with sand. This is called sandblasting... You can paint your own paintings on it."
In this case, you don't have to worry about being burned by fire, and you don't have to worry about this place being called an ice cellar.
"So, do you want to try it?"
"Gonna try!"
Qiong answered immediately.
Just as the female clerk said, there is a small experience workshop inside.
The person who directed the work was a man, probably a thirty-year-old uncle... maybe the eldest brother...
Then, after listening to the explanation, Chen Xiaofeng and Qiong sat side by side at the production table.
First draw the pattern you want on paper, then cut it out and shape it.
There is no doubt about Qiong's painting skills, but Chen Xiaofeng is a little ridiculous. He paints, wipes, and repeats this action.