[ONE PIECE] The daily life of Shura field in four eyes

Chapter75

Long x ramen x bubble

——I know it will bring pain, I know what heart-breaking pain is

But I can't forget your presence

Even one minute, one second

both are not

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The sky has turned dark, and the blond girl is walking leisurely on the street dimly illuminated by the street lights. Judging from the direction she is going, she is probably planning to go to the pier.

After that kiss, Seleustin was in a trance.

At that time, she pushed Kuzan away, hesitatingly saying that someone was waiting for her, and then disappeared in a flash.

She still vaguely remembered Kuzan's joyful laughter coming from behind her.

Seleustin paced back and forth in confusion, frowning and lost in thought.

That, is it a kiss?

Her first kiss...

Thinking of the soft touch lingering on her lips, Selustine suddenly covered her face and squatted down

It's over, brother, my first kiss is gone

And Kuzan…

She squatted on the spot with her head lowered and her face full of confusion. She didn't notice a tall figure gradually approaching her.

The field of vision suddenly became higher, and like a little wild cat on the roadside, she was picked up and put into someone's arms.

Seleustin's thoughts were interrupted momentarily, and all her attention was focused on the visitor.

"I found you"

When he said this, his tone was as careless as ever, but there was a smile that was not fake at all in his eyes.

"Does that mean that from now on, you are mine?"

Seleustine only regarded his words as a joke, found the most comfortable position in his arms, and chuckled. The beauty of the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were as bright and gorgeous as Porusalino remembered. , as if it can burn people

"That's not okay. It's too easy on you."

Her answer made him smile carelessly. Indeed, Seleustin who is now in his arms is considered lucky for him.

As for the remaining ones, they still have enough time to complete them one by one.

Porusalino hugged the person he had not seen for a year, tightened his arms, and walked steadily towards his home step by step.

The lights on both sides of the road, which used to look a little lonely at night, now shine on the two people.

It turned into indescribable warmth and softness

"Where are we going?"

She looked at the roads on both sides and had a vague guess in her heart, but she still wanted to ask him again.

"Come back home"

When he said this, his steps seemed to pause, and his eyes lowered and stared at her.

A few simple syllables form the most tender and tender sentence

This seems to be the first time that Seleustin has seen such a warm Porusalino. He is still smiling, but that smile seems different from before, with something special.

She couldn't understand it, but she intuitively didn't want to ask.

No one said anything between the two of them, but the atmosphere was not awkward. It was just that it was quiet and stable in response to the bright moonlight.

"Little Seryu"

"Ok?"

"I haven't had dinner yet"

Selustine smiled, was Sally acting coquettishly?It's quite a novel experience

"Then let me try making you one?"

After all, she has never tried cooking before. She can only say that she will give it a try, but she cannot guarantee it [-]%.

Porusalino blinked and then realized that Seleustin in this world should have never learned to cook.

But she still promised herself, didn't she?

She is still the same her, from beginning to end, never changed

With this thought in mind, he slowed down without a trace and hummed an unknown tune.

It is a long, quiet tune that only makes the listener feel happy

Under the moonlight, a tall man holds a blond girl in his arms. In the dim light, it is a picture so beautiful that it is almost distorted.

The journey we walk while holding her in our arms should be a little longer. It’s best to stop for this moment.

Everything is calm and gentle

She slowly approached his chest, and he slowly fell in love

No one can tell them to separate

Returning to Porusalino's mansion, Seleustine glanced at the house diagonally opposite as if inadvertently, but did not see the light of the lights and secretly lowered his eyes.

"He probably won't come back."

Porusalino knew what she was thinking, but he didn't mind that she was still thinking about Sakaski, and he opened his mouth to explain the reason why the house was dark.

Well, she knew that. Even if Porusalino didn't explain this sentence, she could probably guess why Sakaski hadn't gone home even after this time.

I must be in the office again, so busy that I forgot the time.

He is such a person, he is meticulous and always resists a lot of pressure without saying a word.

But Seleustin was inexplicably worried. She was afraid that one day Sakaski would be crushed by the gap between ideals and reality.

She was afraid that the justice he insisted on would one day face an inevitable choice.

It may be a matter of life or death, or it may be a matter of fate.

Thinking like this, she seemed a little careless, but she still didn't stop what she was doing and chopped up a small bowl of chopped green onions.

Porusalino's house had a complete range of ingredients, but they were all well packaged and untouched. This was a bit strange, but she didn't ask.

What she didn't know was that not only Porusalino, but also Kuzan had the same habit

They always keep the refrigerator full

Just because in those past memories

Occasionally, a blond girl will take out these ingredients and skillfully cook them a meal that is not a delicacy, but is still so happy that it makes people want to smile.

Porusalino was sitting in the restaurant, looking at the figure busy in the kitchen. The movements of her hands were not as smooth as he remembered, and she occasionally had to read the cookbook twice, but he still smiled.

Just looking at her figure makes me very satisfied

Speaking of which, this was Selustine's first time cooking, but she seemed to be born with an understanding of the amount of ingredients to use. The heat was just right and the seasonings sprinkled on were just right.

It was as if she had practiced this countless times

The ingredients she picked were very simple and she made an ordinary miso ramen. After garnishing it with chopped green onions, Selustine thought about it again and cut two pieces of seaweed into the shape of a heart and spread them on the edge of the bowl.

She picked up this bowl of noodles, which looked very good, and placed it in front of Porusalino's table.

"This is my first time making it. It may not taste very good. You try it."

She took off her apron and sat down next to Porusalino. She held her chin and looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for his comment.

As for Porusalino, the moment he saw clearly what the food she served was, he was stunned on the spot.

His favorite thing to eat is the miso ramen she makes.

He knew that she had a little habit of trimming two pieces of seaweed into various shapes and spreading them to the edge of the bowl, like now?

Ah... today, it's heart-shaped

He held the edge of the bowl with both hands, but still didn't move the chopsticks. He just stared at the two chubby love letters.

How long?How long has it been since he saw the miso ramen she made for him?

It's been so long that he no longer remembers what the lingering smell is like.

The steaming heat in front of him caused a layer of water mist on his lenses. Porusalino took off his glasses, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a mouthful of strong noodles, and slowly ate it.

this is the taste

She never tastes it herself when cooking. She is probably worried that the food will be salty, so she always restrains herself from adding too much salt.

Therefore, the food cooked by Seleustin always tastes bland, but he thinks it is just right.

The noodles she makes may not be the most delicious, but it is the taste that Porusalino dreams about.

Maybe it was because the noodles that had just come out of the pot were too hot. The heat that filled the air made his eyes turn red.

"Sally?"

Seleustin vaguely saw the corners of his reddish eyes, feeling a little at a loss.

Porusalino's Adam's apple rolled, he blinked, picked up the bowl and drank the last bit of soup.

After he put down the bowl, as if to hide his emotions, he took the girl beside him into his arms

Selustine didn't know what was wrong with him, so she could only raise her hand and gently stroke his back, comforting him gently.

Porusalino hugged her tightly, put his side face close to the top of her golden hair, and wrapped his warm hands around her waist, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

"Seleu"

He rarely calls her like this, most of the time he calls her 'Little Seleu' in a gentle tone.

"What's wrong? Is the food I made too unpalatable..."

Selustine was a little uneasy. She didn't know where Porusalino's abnormal symptoms were at the moment, so she could only ask him carefully if the ramen just didn't suit her stomach.

Her question seemed to make Porusalino chuckle. He rubbed the little head that rested on his neck and closed his eyes.

“It tastes like a dream”

This answer made Seleustin also laugh. She just thought he was making fun of herself and didn't think much about it.

Selustine, who was held in Porusalino's arms, did not see that there was a trace of nostalgia and sadness on the face that always had a smile on it.

Seleustin may not know that feeling. The pain and despair hidden deep in his memory for the past two years always sneak into his dreams late at night.

And all he can do is just let himself be immersed in those memories

Most of the dreams are beautiful, just like their past, almost every day is a pleasant thing

He would take her all over Marineland, to find all kinds of desserts, or to buy beautiful clothes and accessories.

Or, do nothing, just walk slowly and leisurely on the street, admiring the peaceful street scene under the sunset.

Before that tragic, blood-stained day comes

Everything is beautiful, everything is shining

That's why he was in pain, and why he sat up suddenly after waking up from every sweet dream, as if he couldn't breathe.

It is precisely because he already knows the outcome of everything, so those beautiful memories are so important to him.

It is both honey and arsenic.

Just like the kiss he shared with her in the dessert shop before she embarked on that voyage of no return.

sweet, intimate, inseparable

No matter who you are, this kiss full of candy smell is so dreamy.

Just like an illusory bubble, the moment it floats to the surface, it is dazzled by the golden light of the sun.

But the next second will usher in that shattering end

What can be left in the end?Nothing at all

The remaining memories made him drink poison to quench his thirst, and he was happy with the pain no matter how painful it was.

Because she is no longer by his side, he can only hold on to these cruel memories and live alone.

Countless times, I recall the taste of that bowl of miso ramen

Even though the temperature has long been blurred in the futile thoughts day after day