Lark's

He opened the courtyard door and walked into the house.I picked up my suitcase and followed him.This Japanese-style building is the former residence of Miss Subilena, and its structure is no different than that of ordinary Japanese-style buildings. Kyouya Hibari's room is the one where Miss Subirena lived in, with the best lighting.

Although he is the only one who lives and takes care of such a large Japanese style restaurant, every part looks clean and tidy.The only anomaly is that it's too sloppy and not much life.If it weren't for the absence of weeds in the courtyard, the clear water in the pond, and the carp jumping around, I might be more willing to believe that no one lives here all year round.

Hibari Kyouya didn't intend to accommodate me, he walked into his room, I could only stand in the corridor with my suitcase, looked around, and asked him, "Which room can I live in?"

"Whatever." He closed the door.

I couldn't help but sigh again.I'm afraid it will take a long time to correct the etiquette.

I picked a room with better lighting, put the clothes in the suitcase into the closet, carried the quilt in the closet to the courtyard to dry, changed my clothes, and planned to go out to buy vegetables.I was going to go out in a windbreaker, but when I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, I suddenly remembered the first time I saw Mr. Arnold more than a century ago.

At that time, Mr. Arnold was also wearing a gray windbreaker. His platinum-blond hair was not eye-catching. His facial features were as exquisite and beautiful as an artist's sculpture. His lips were as thin as a knife, and his lake-blue eyes were deep and beautiful, but his face was expressionless. , It seems a little unreasonable.He appeared in the orphanage where I was taken in, standing at the door of the director's office, looking down at us calmly.That morning, when little Daisy spilled ketchup on the housekeeper, and she yelled and scolded, I hurriedly fetched vinegar from the kitchen and washed the stain off her clothes.At noon, the dean called me to the office and told me that a kind gentleman was willing to hire me as a housekeeper.

It was quite a long time ago, I didn't expect that I still remember it so clearly.

Shaking my head, I took off my windbreaker and put on a kimono I prepared in advance.Madam Shira once said that those who are bound by the past will one day be abandoned by time.I was originally a person abandoned by time, and of course I couldn't live in the past every day.

I came to the door of Hibari Kyouya's room and knocked on the door:

"Mr. Skylark, I'm going out to buy groceries for lunch, do you have anything special you want to eat?"

He didn't open the door, and threw me a sentence: "Japanese food."

"Ok."

I should come down and go out by myself.I bought some ingredients in the supermarket, picked out a few gifts and two packs of imported candy, and then I started to return.It happened to be Saturday, and there were many children of the same age as Hibari Kyoya playing together on the streets of [-]-chome. When I passed by, I stopped and said hello to them.

"Hello, sister." The children were very polite, although judging from their age, they should call me grandma.

Most of the residents living in [-]-chome are economically advantaged residents, and they seldom communicate with each other, but the children are well-bred and have more opportunities to play together.I unpacked the candy and distributed it to them, telling them that I am the butler of the Skylark family, and I will live here from today onwards.

"Sister, are you going to be the housekeeper of the Yunque family?" One of the little girls was surprised, "The children in that family are very fierce."

"That's right, I live next door to them, and I saw him covered in blood last week." Another little boy answered.

I patted the heads of both of them, "Does he do this often?"

"No, he is very kind to small animals, but he is very fierce to people. When we ask him to play, he always ignores it.

"He doesn't go to school either."

A group of children were chattering, which allowed me to understand a lot of Hibari Kyouya's situation.He doesn't like to talk, never plays with children of similar age, doesn't bother to deal with others, and is usually expressionless.Another child who went to the same kindergarten as him said that on the first day he arrived at the kindergarten, he glared at a girl in the front row and cried with a ferocious look.But apart from that day, he never went to kindergarten again.

After inquiring about the information I wanted to know, I took the little boy who lived next door to Skylark's house back to his house.His parents were a little surprised by my visit, so I briefly introduced myself and gave the gift I bought in advance as a meeting gift:

"Before that, I really trouble you to take care of that child."

The couple was surprised for two seconds, then quickly reacted and accepted the gift.

Before I came here, I did some research, and the surname "Skylark" is quite famous in Namori Town.Ms. Skylark and her husband rarely appear in Bingsheng Town, but they are not only the controlling shareholders of Bingsheng Hospital, but also the mainstay of Bingsheng Town's rapid development of electronic assembly R&D industry in recent years.

Nearly half of the laborers in Namori Town are receiving their salaries from their husband and wife.This properly concealed the identity of the Skylarks as arms dealers, and at the same time ensured that even if they were away all the year round, the reputation of the Skylark surname would not be diminished in the slightest here in Nishori Town.

From this point of view, Hibari and Miss Hui did not completely keep Hibari Kyoya out.At least he grew up in a relatively safe place.

After returning to the mansion, I started to make lunch.The first time I came into contact with Japanese food was more than 100 years ago. At that time, not long after Mrs. Shira was pregnant with her second child, she even called Mr. Asari Uzuki, a senior member of the Vongola family, and asked him to help cook a table of Japanese food.Mr. Chaoli is a gentle man, not only readily agreed, but also patiently taught me how to cook Japanese food when I was helping.

It was an unforgettable day, but it's a pity that these people in memory finally got old and left one by one.

Leaving me alone, I slowly realized the phrase "memory is really a bad thing" that Mrs. Sheila said back then.

3. One...

According to Mr. Fujita, the original chef, the taste of Hibari Kyoya is relatively light.

Mr. Fujita was originally a simple person, with a high salary, he had been conscientiously serving Kyoya Hibari with delicious and nutritious meals, which gave him good eating habits.This makes me more gratified, because good eating habits are the foundation of a healthy body.

And when I was cleaning up the dishes, I found that he had eaten all the food as expected.In the beginning, my Japanese cooking was indeed difficult to taste, but after 100 years, Mr. Yuan's sparse skills have become more proficient, which may still satisfy him.

After tidying up, I saw Hibari Kyouya sitting on the corridor reading a book, so I walked around the house.Most of the books in the study are fighting books, and there is a row of video tapes neatly stacked at the bottom of the bookshelf. I took it out and looked at it, and the labels on it are also inseparable from words such as practical fighting.Apart from these, there are only some necessary reference books left.

The variety is too small.

I got up and went back down the hall, past his room, and glanced at the open door.There is no shortage of commonly used electrical appliances in the house, but there is no computer.In other words, apart from TV programs, Hibari Kyouya, who rarely interacts with other people, should have no way to obtain outside information through other channels.

This is really dangerous. If things go on like this, it will only turn him into a frog in a well.As early as more than a hundred years ago, Mr. Arnold, as the chief of the Italian Secret Intelligence Service, knew the importance of intelligence from all parties.I have not had much contact with Mr. Arnold's work, but I have also seen and heard it.Then Mr. Arnold passed away, and the advent of the internet made me panic a bit.In this era of information explosion, if you do not grasp external information in time, you will put yourself in a dangerous situation sooner or later.

I shook my head and decided to make a change.

When I came to Hibari Kyouya, I bent slightly: "Mr. Hibari, I want to go out and buy something."

"En." He flipped a page of the book and replied without raising his head.

So I went out again, went to the bookstore and picked out a lot of magazines, newspapers, and superficial financial books, and bought a few classics of Chinese studies and interesting domestic and foreign novels.Passing by a computer mall, I stopped and ordered two computers with better configuration.

"That, Miss?" When I was about to leave, the salesman suddenly stopped me, "Do you want to leave your box here, and send it with the computer? It's very heavy..."

"Oh, this one?" I looked back at the trailer full of books in my hand, shook my head and smiled at her, "No, thank you."

When I got back to the mansion, it was already 04:30 in the afternoon, I put down the trailer box and started to prepare dinner.After delivering dinner to Hibari Kyouya, I ate a little myself.Due to jet lag, I didn't eat at noon, and I was finally hungry at night, and it took me a while to hold back.

After dinner, I took a hot bath, and I spent some time sorting the books and magazines I bought back on the bookshelf in the study, and took a collection of essays back to my room.

Hibari Kyouya was watching the news in the living room, as if he didn't notice me.

To adjust to the jet lag, I made my bed and went to bed around ten o'clock.Hearing the sound of him returning to the room in the middle of the night, I turned over and glanced at the time on the small clock beside the bed, it was one o'clock in the morning.

He didn't take a nap at noon, and it seemed that his work and rest were unreasonable.At the age of only seven years old, if this continues for a long time, I am afraid that the height of the future will not reach the average height of Japanese men.

I couldn't help sighing again, and closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The temperature dropped rapidly at night, and not long after I fell asleep, I was woken up by the wet coolness.Pulling the folded clothes aside and covering the thin quilt, I thought about it, and got up to look at Hibari Kyouya.

He breathed evenly and slept lightly.Mostly it was too hot, so I didn't cover the quilt.I knelt down and unfolded the quilt to cover him