Hashimoto's awakening was without warning!

At some point, she opened her eyes in a daze, and her slender eyelashes blocked the light from the distance, mottled and distant. In the middle of half-dream and half-awake, her jumping thoughts broke away from her body and came to a square late at night.

There was no sign of pedestrians around in an empty square. She put down a bowl, a spoon, and a lonely shadow of a kite. In this place where there was no one, the moonlight became young, and the night clock didn't have to explain anything.

This is a leisurely leisure that has not been seen for a long time, and it is impossible for me to appear when I am busy. I run around the world and dare not easily place my feelings, as if I am a sleepwalker. But just as a bird in a cage needs to take a walk, a sleepwalker needs anemia sunshine. Everyone bumps together their different life paths, builds an equal dialogue, and inspires the dawn of dawn, as if this is what life is like!

However, a breeze passed by the Buddha's face, disturbing his hair and fiddling his eyelids. Hashimoto closed his eyes and combed his hair with his hands. When everything returned to its original state, it only reflected a sheep in his pupils, which was a sheep man.

Its head has two small curved horns, pointed, light black, and very majestic; its mouth is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom; its white fine hair is so white and soft, and it looks like it has been applied with oil; only a pair of eyes are bright and transparent, and the ancient well is wavy.

The two stared at each other, motionless, as if the world was running, and the sheep were stuck in place forever.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger in the early morning, and the lights in the distance were already asleep. A song sounded in the dreams of everyone, gathering together and rushing towards the square. "No matter what kind of light, it cannot reach this deep darkness." It was the fish song! Hashimoto stopped looking at each other and looked in the distance, and involuntarily hummed and said, "The vague song conveyed this, expressing the accumulated thoughts."

The familiar tender voice sounded, and the joking slogan "Nanamin My Wife" made her happy puff up her mouth. The evening breeze became heavier, the sunflower hat disappeared, the pages of the books and papers she carried around opened, all the words scattered, the sheep man disappeared, leaving only a string of numbers on the title page - that was the time when her life restarted!

When the weak body was about to be unable to withstand the cold wind, a stranger's breath wrapped her in, and her whole body seemed to be wrapped in a piece of clothing. It was a reflection from reality. The ball thrown into the air will eventually fall back, and the facts that I don't want to face will eventually be faced. Hashimoto knew that it was time to wake up!

So, all the thoughts faded away, and she opened her eyes!

What kind of eyes are that! There is no ordinary look in her eyes, full of youthful vitality, the look that can only be revealed after experiencing suffering and suffering!

It is a yearning for a better life, an uneasiness for the future, a desire for stability, a firmness of one's obsession, a little fear of an unknown acting career, and a perseverance to use these to suppress the pain brought to her by life!

...

After the light flashed in his eyes, it gradually disappeared. He shook his stiff neck, gently pinched his soft waist, held his back, lifted the blanket, sat up straight, and stood up again. Nana Hashimoto looked around, looking at this strange room, as if she was a person who arranged for her to rest here, and the agent agreed to come and pick her up after a while.

Everything seemed so natural, everything seemed to be natural, always like the gears of fate quietly turned, and the promoter Hashimoto walked towards the only place in the wide room that shone. It was the office owner of this office, with bright moonlight, standing fluorescent light, and a cute smiling face appeared on the glowing screen.

That was her familiar face, the teammates she trained together, the object of her sisters' pampering, the reason why she must bring desserts to her, the cute and cute good girl who will easily forgive her many mistakes! Hoshino Nan! It was about two years ago. Hashimoto calculated the days of the time based on the appearance of the characters in the photo taken.

Hashimoto looked at the office environment and remembered Hoshino who had always appeared around him some time ago. Although he greeted him politely every time, he had never communicated seriously. After several times inadvertently, she noticed the look of the man looking at his sister. That kind of look is more about care and love for ordinary people.

However, as an older sister, she needs to educate her brother frequently, that complex, sad, painful, memorable, and nostalgic look was too familiar with her. The previous confusion was untied at this moment. Hashimoto lowered his head and shook his shoulders and insisted on holding back. The voice of "Hahaha..." was just made, Hashimoto hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, unwilling to be found by people outside to find out that he was gloating.

Too inelegant!

"Ah hahahaha," Hashimoto suppressed the gushing smile, and his dizzy head became clear. However, after she recovered as usual, she noticed that her palm touched a folder while she was tying, revealing the title of the document title "Analysis of the feasibility report on Klondike's investment in Sony."

"Hiss..." As a qualified Sony employee, Hashimoto knew how many shocking secrets and the transactions behind this report were hidden behind this report. The heart she swallowed just now was stuck in her throat, which made people feel uncomfortable! She looked at the closed door of the room and carefully searched carefully at the corners of the room. Fortunately, she did not find any traces of surveillance in the deep darkness.

No one wants to try this kind of change in mind, which is so sharp that it is in an instant. Hashimoto calmly restores the appearance of the folder, carefully exits the office desk and chair, and stomps his hands and feet on the soft carpet, "Huh..." She took a deep breath, expelling the tension and depression from her body, emptying her brain and unwilling to look back on the shocking glance just now.

Packed up his clothes, combed his hair, took a few breaths, kept his mouth calm, and walked towards the door. However, at the moment he reached out, he was held by the big hand that reached out. Hashimoto retracted his hand in an electric shock, and in the voice of "You are awake!", he looked up at the man shrouded by the light behind him.

Black and white, light changes in the opening and closing of the door.
Chapter completed!