"Nanamin, your name seems to be third on Japan's Twitter trend list now." Oda lay on the bed, stretched out his hand to scratch the armpit of Hashimoto, who was sitting by the bed reading a book, and raised his eyebrows.
"And it seems to be rising."
"Stop tickling, Oichi, you don't know that I'm ticklish..." Hashimoto gently held Oda's troublesome little hand around his waist with his hand, and then stretched out his other hand with a wicked smile.
The palms of his hands were scratched.
"Itchy!" Oda withdrew his hand forcefully, but he was worried that his rude action would make Hashimoto angry, so he carefully stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Hashimoto.
"What are you doing? Are you reaching out specifically for me to scratch?" Looking at Oda's little movements, Hashimoto couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to rub Oda's head, "It's okay, it's just that I'm here.
I was celebrating the opening of a friend’s new beauty salon, and then I allowed her to send a few photos of me.”
"Eh? Nanamin, aren't you unwilling to appear in the photo?" Oda pursed his lips, "Obviously you are not even allowed to post the photos I took of you, just the back!"
"How should I put it? At that time, I also had a feeling, as if there was someone whispering to me in my ear: 'It's time.'" Hashimoto looked up at the ceiling and showed a smile, "So I nodded.
I agreed, but I said it just this once."
Hearing Hashimoto's somewhat idealistic words, Oda stuck out his tongue: "Obviously Nanamin said before that if she really figured it out, I would send the first photo."
"Good boy." Hashimoto couldn't help but laugh when he saw Oda's troubling appearance - I don't know why, but Oda, who has always shown a mature image to the outside world, became more and more depressed as time went by during his relationship with Hashimoto.
The more I become a little childish, I often become more serious in small places.
However, Hashimoto doesn't hate Oda like this, but finds him a little cute.
"Besides, didn't we agree before that it would be the tenth anniversary?" Hashimoto said as if recalling something, "This time, can we consider it as preparation for the tenth anniversary?"
"Then it also means that Nanamin may be willing to let me put the photos of you that I took in the future?"
"Maybe?" Hashimoto chuckled softly, "And even if I didn't allow it, Xiaoichi, didn't you still post my photo online last year? I don't know if it was really accidental or a deliberate display of sovereignty.
..”
"It's really careless. After all, Nanamin, you don't want to be exposed on the Internet. I will definitely not take the initiative to post it!" Although Oda was lying on the bed, he still used the strength of his waist and abdomen to lift his upper body and move his body.
, came closer to Hashimoto.
"Okay, okay, of course I believe you, Oichi." Hashimoto saw Oda's caterpillar-like posture, and couldn't help but smile on his face, so he took off his feet with a smile.
took off the slippers, then knelt down on the bed and moved Oda's head to the white thigh.
"Nanamin's knee pillow is really comfortable." Oda rubbed his head on Hashimoto's leg and showed a happy smile.
During this period, due to the epidemic, Oda was unable to travel around the world to shoot as before, so he could only stay at home. Fortunately, Hashimoto's workload also dropped significantly due to the epidemic, and the two of them had
Spend more time together at home.
However, their personalities are like this, and they usually stay at home. Whoever gets up early cooks breakfast, and then they sit together to watch movies and read books. Then, while Hashimoto is doing work, Oda will take the
He kept taking a sharp picture of Hashimoto with the camera, and then started post-production on the computer - on Oda's computer, the folder named Hashimoto was so big that it almost filled up the hard drive where it was located, and it was still going on.
Content is added at an extremely fast speed. Although no one else can see these Hashimotos, for Oda, it is extremely satisfying to be able to take photos of his beloved people, even if it is just for himself to enjoy.
Staring at Hashimoto's face in trance, Oda suddenly thought of something: "By the way! Why didn't Nanamin bring the necklace I gave you today!"
"Why do you need to bring the necklace you gave me, Xiaoichi?" Hashimoto touched his neck, and then suddenly remembered something, "And that necklace was given to me by you, Xiaoichi, on the show.
, if he is recognized by fans, he will definitely be suspected."
"Doubts have nothing to do with it. Anyway, we have both graduated and retired from the industry, so we don't have to worry about public opinion." The jealousy in Oda's heart has not dissipated, "Obviously every first time for Nanamin should be
Mine is the right one.”
"Xiaoichi, you are still angry over such a trivial matter." Hashimoto smiled helplessly, "Didn't we make an appointment before to tell everyone about it on the tenth anniversary?"
"But..." Oda knew that she was just showing off her temper, so she fell into silence. However, the sour smell in her heart still did not dissipate, so she picked up her phone and clicked on Hashimoto's friend's Twitter.
And typed the words "Nanamin will always be my wife" in the reply area.
"Oichi, what are you looking at?" Hashimoto seemed to realize something, and gently moved Oda away from his lap, then bent down next to Oda, and put his head over to see the information Oda typed.
But Oda nimbly turned around and avoided it, leaving her with only the back of the phone.
"Oichi, you're not going to retweet that tweet, are you?" Hashimoto asked half suspiciously, half jokingly, stretched out his hand to hug Oda, and tried hard to turn Oda away.
"It's just a trumpet, a trumpet!" Oda resisted Hashimoto's action with all his strength, "No one will notice."
"That's not okay!" Hashimoto thought that in a few seconds, a lot of people would see the words "Nanamin will always be my wife" sent by Oda. Even if it was just a small number, the shame would come over him.
She was angry, so she stretched out her hand to snatch the mobile phone from Oda. Naturally, Oda was unwilling to let Hashimoto take away the mobile phone, so the two started a wrestling match around the mobile phone.
In the chaos, Hashimoto successfully grabbed the phone, and the second he grabbed the phone, Oda also successfully pressed the send button.
"It's okay Nanamin, it's a trumpet anyway." Oda stuck out his tongue, touched his head with his hand and said to Hashimoto with a smile.
"If it's a small one, it should be fine..." Hashimoto pressed the power button to light up the phone screen, but what caught her eyes was... the account information of "oda_shi".
"What's wrong?" Seeing the change in Hashimoto's expression, Oda also noticed something was wrong. He leaned his head over to take a look, only to find that the logged-in account happened to be her large size.
"I clearly remember switching over, why is this happening!" Oda snatched the phone back and wanted to delete the message immediately, but his hand was held down by Hashimoto.
"Nanamin?" Oda tried to break free, but Hashimoto continued to hold him down.
"Xiaoichi, don't you want me to wear a necklace to let everyone know that we are together?" Hashimoto smirked and raised his eyebrows, "Then let this comment stay."
"Nanamin, you...okay."
That night, while we were celebrating the holiday with our legs crossed, the stock market in the bridge market went from stagnant to the daily limit in an instant.