Lark's

up.Hibari Kyouya didn't say anything about it, so I could only remove the meat from the bones on my own initiative, rinse them and put them in a paper box, and take them to the yard to dry for preservation.

He only caught a glimpse of the box of bones once when he went into the kitchen to fetch milk, took out a piece without a sound, held it in his hand and stared at the row of small tooth marks for a while, then put it back into the box and left. kitchen.After that, he never touched them again.

I remembered that after Mrs. Sheila died of illness at the age of 72, Mr. Arnold asked me to collect all her belongings and seal them up.At that time, I was busy for two full days, but Mr. Arnold's life didn't change at all. After I packed them up and took a last look at the relics before sealing the box, I put them all in the basement and never took them out again.

Since then, I have been a little envious.I envy them that they got used to loneliness early in the morning, even if they have been accompanied by others, they will not be tied up when it is time to let go.

Not long after I was distracted, I was drawn back to the sound of rain outside.The raindrops eagerly knocked on the glass windows, as if it was announcing the arrival of the rainy season.

Hibari Kyouya didn't go out often, especially in rainy weather.These days, there are traces of financial management books being flipped in the study. It seems that when he is free, he finally starts to read other books.

The chessboard is placed in the corridor, and our game is still going on.It's just that one day when I came back from grocery shopping with a wet umbrella, I couldn't find him in the house.The shoes are not there, and most of them went out without an umbrella.I watched the chess game for a while, and then went to prepare lunch after playing a piece, but the food got cold, and he still didn't come back.

It has been raining for several days, I sat on the corridor and waited for two hours, then sighed, got up and threw away the food.

Dinner ended up in the trash too.After washing the dishes and chopsticks, I went back to my room to read a book. At ten o'clock, I made my bed and turned off the lights to sleep as usual.

After listening to the sound of rain all night, I don't remember how long I slept.When I opened my eyes again in the morning, it was six o'clock.The rain is still falling, the corners of the promenade are wet, the wind chimes are jingling, the chessboard is still in place, and the chess game still stops at the move I finished yesterday.

I had breakfast, spread food to the goldfish in the yard with an umbrella, and cleaned the house before going out to buy vegetables.

Taking a shortcut from Bingsheng Park, passing a remote alley, I happened to find him.He was sitting at the foot of the wall with injuries all over his body, still holding the pair of duckweed crutches in his hands. He didn't know how long he had been in the rain, his clothes were completely drenched, and even the blood stains were washed into pale pink by the rain.Perhaps because he was in a coma, I walked up to him, but he didn't open his eyes.

His forehead was hot and he had a high fever.

Probably because he felt someone touching him, he grasped the duckweed crutches and struggled to open his eyes, seeing clearly that the person in front of him was me, so he closed them.I turned around and picked him up, supported his back with one hand, held an umbrella with the other, and walked slowly towards the hospital.He had a very high fever, and his whole body was hot, and I could feel the heat through his clothes.

"The gentleman I respect the most." I said slowly, and I could feel the rain soaking the shoes and socks, and the coolness creeping up to the toes little by little, "He passed away in the morning. He didn't suffer from any illness, that's all I left quietly. In the whole house that day, I was the only one left to eat breakfast."

Mrs. Sheila had been ill for two years when Mr. Arnold passed away.After a long period of time, I looked at the empty room and was inevitably confused.It wasn't until Miss Subirena called me to Japan to take care of her grandchildren that I was able to escape that void.

The blood of the Skylark family has always gone suddenly, always without warning, which makes people a little caught off guard.Perhaps it is only in this point that they are like ordinary people, unable to avoid sudden death.But for more than a long century, even if I have seen so many people leave forever, I still can't learn to really take it lightly.

There are always some habits that come quickly but go slowly.The only good thing is that I have countless hours to forget.

"The game is not over yet." Passing the intersection, I stopped and couldn't help sighing, "I thought you wouldn't go back."

Hibari Kyouya lay behind me without saying a word, slightly closed the little hands holding my shoulders, and said in a low voice:

"It's noisy."

I smiled and stopped talking.

8. Lu...

When he arrived at the hospital, Hibari Kyouya had already passed out.

I handed him over to the nurse. I originally wanted to remove the duckweed crutch he was holding, but I didn't expect him to refuse to let go even in a coma.There are some regular grooves on the corner, it seems that he modified it.I had no choice but to let him hold the duckweed crutch and be placed on the hospital bed. I waited until the medical staff took care of his wound before going to hospital.

He was drenched and soaked my clothes along the way.Fortunately, the nurse found a set of sick clothes for me to change into, so I wouldn't have to wait for him to wake up in the hospital in wet clothes.

Antipyretics don't seem to be doing much for him.I bought a magazine and three towels from the small shop downstairs in the hospital, and went back to the ward to check the temperature of his forehead.Still high fever.

I wiped his arms, neck and face with a wet towel. I covered his forehead with a wet towel and put the other two under his armpits. Then I tucked him in and sat on the chair beside the hospital bed. Read magazines to pass the time.After changing towels several times, his fever finally subsided in the middle of the night.

I took a nap for three hours, and after confirming that he had no more fever, I removed the towel, prepared a cup of warm water and put it on the small table next to the bed, and sat back on the chair to close my eyes and take a nap.

Hibari Kyouya woke up once in the night, I heard him sit up and felt him staring at me for a long time.I didn't open my eyes, and he ended up grabbing a glass, drinking some water, and then lay back down to sleep.

Early the next morning, it was still raining outside.When I woke up, he had opened his eyes and was looking sideways out the window.This is a single ward, the bed is next to the window, the lighting is good, and you can almost see the whole picture of Namori Town.Perhaps he had never overlooked Namori Town from such an angle before. He stared at the scenery intently, and didn't give me any attention until I got up.

I washed up briefly in the bathroom, and then went back to the house to prepare breakfast for him.

As I expected, he was not used to the food in the hospital.When I came to the hospital with my breakfast, I happened to see the nurse walking out of the ward embarrassingly carrying the untouched breakfast.Fortunately, he still ate what I made.

His hospitalization did not affect my work and rest, but most of the activities were moved to the ward.However, Hibari Kyouya is not very satisfied with the dishes these days, because considering that his wound needs to recover, I didn't cook him any dishes mixed with seafood, and seafood happened to be his favorite.

After a few meals, I brought the food to him again, and he finally just looked at it and stopped holding the chopsticks.

There is no way to solve this problem for the time being, I can only peel some fruit for him.When I went to choose the ingredients, I also had a little headache.I happened to meet the old lady from the Fujita family next door, and I took her advice and decided to try making beef patties.

Oddly enough, in over a century of life, I've only made beef patties once.That happened when Mr. Zhao Li Yuyue visited Mr. Arnold once. He heard Mrs. Sheila complaining about Miss Aurora's poor appetite, so he came to the kitchen to make beef patties with ready-made beef.Miss Aurora liked this dish very much, so I asked Mr. Chaoli for advice afterwards.

"This is a way I came up with occasionally," he recalled with a smile at that time. "At that time, I was cooking for the first time for Giotto and the others. Because I was worried that G would not adapt to oriental cuisine, I made beef patties with beef. It’s also topped with tomato juice.” He paused for a moment, and finally pointed out the key point, “Tomato is indeed a good condiment for appetizers, which is probably why Italians like to use it as a condiment.”

Afterwards, I made beef patties according to Mr. Chaoli's instructions, but Miss Aurora didn't like it that much.After that, I haven't made this dish again.People who probably don't have special memories can't make that unique taste.

Fortunately, Hibari Kyouya has never tasted Mr. Asari's beef patties, so I don't have to worry about showing my clumsiness in front of juniors.

Before preparing my lunch to take to the hospital, I took the time to organize the luggage at the bottom of the cabinet, hoping to find something interesting to pass the time for Hibari Kyouya.I found the old photo album at the bottom of the press box, flipped through it casually, pulled out the last few photos of his infancy, and took the photo album out the door.

The rainy season has not yet passed, and it is still cloudy and rainy recently.I held an umbrella on the road, so I inevitably had to look down at my feet to prevent the rain from getting my shoes and socks wet.After bowing his head several times, he was stopped by a group of young people.

"Are you Hibari Kyouya's housekeeper?" When the young man in the lead asked me, he shook the baseball bat in his hand.There were about twenty of them, and they were quite conspicuous blocking the road.Pedestrians around hurriedly made a detour, and most of them didn't dare to take a second look in this direction.

It occurred to me that Japan was also somewhat like Sicily in some respects, as the law allowed.At least gangsters are blatant.

Fortunately, this episode did not wet my shoes and socks.The rainy season in Bingmori comes in summer, but I always think of the rainy season in Sicily in winter, and occasionally have the illusion of cold currents going south.

After arriving at the hospital on time, I put the vegetable salad and beef patty in front of Hibari Kyouya, and then I sat by the bedside to read.He fiddled with the patties for a while with his fork, took a bite to taste, and finally finished both patties and all the salad greens.

Apparently he was hungry too.I smiled, put away the bento box, and put the old photo album by his hand.

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