In order to survive, I do many jobs

Life is always full of bewildering and magical moments, and I am very calm after experiencing strong winds and waves.

Even if my new boss suddenly goes into a fit of incomprehensible bullshit, explain the situation and prepare me a little bit. "

Don't make big moves as soon as you come up, doesn't he know that once the three views of people are shattered, they can never get back together?Please give me a little time for the Resurrection Armor.

"Cough." Mr. Fitzgerald, who found himself overly agitated, silently let go of the hand that clamped my shoulder to prevent me from running away. "Sit down and chat, do you need a cup of coffee?"

"Milk is fine." I glanced at his expensive and extremely bitter black coffee, with respect and gratitude written all over my face.

"You still taste like a child." Mr. Fitzgerald took out a bottle of iced milk from the small refrigerator beside him, tore it open, poured it into a cup, and put it in the microwave oven for 2 minutes before giving it to me. "My daughter refused to drink milk very early, she always said it was a child's drink."

When talking about his daughter, like Zelda, his eyes were full of pain and nostalgia, but he seemed more restrained than his wife.

"I was originally a child." I lowered my head and took a sip of the milk, with a circle of milk stains on my lips. "Although I don't know what you think, I am undoubtedly not similar to your daughter."

Even if Dad is the leader of the supernatural group, his Kuaiguai daughter will definitely not be a villain like me.

"You have misunderstood." Mr. Fitzgerald quickly explained, probably because he was afraid that I would get into the strange stand-in plot, "I am very aware that you are different from that child, but this does not hinder anything."

Fitzgerald was sober from beginning to end, but his wife Zelda's spirit seemed to be on the verge of collapse.She desperately needs someone to fill her fear of losing her daughter, even if it is just a little comfort, but this person is not easy to find.

"Zelda believes our daughter is alive, so I can't find someone who is too much like her to be with her, it will make her mental state more divisive. But I also can't find someone who doesn't resonate with her at all. , Zelda won't accept it."

Therefore, I, who had been with her for a short period of time in a foreign country but made her feel very close, was the best choice.Fitzgerald thought it was worth a shot, even though I was clouded and far from the "normal girl" image.

"You don't need to do too many things." He said, "Just be with her."

I looked at the nostalgia and love for his wife in his blue eyes, and thought of Zelda's gentle eyes when he described his daughter to me. I swallowed the rejection stuck in my throat, and finally, I nodded.

I agreed to Mr. Fitzgerald's request, but rejected his check and subsidy, "If your request is only for me to accompany Mrs. Zelda, then I don't need these, this is not a transaction."

This is a study.

Whether I like to admit it or not, my parents have influenced me in every detail.

Every day since the awakening of different abilities, I sat among them and watched the endless words of love poured out of their mouths, just like seeing black mosquitoes buzzing over the dirty river bed, no matter how beautiful the words of love are, Just made me sick to my stomach.

I used to believe that they were the most loving couple in the world, and I was the child who was loved even if I was ignored. I convinced myself to understand their every absence and indifference.

The emergence of supernatural powers broke all this, and the blood-red characters hung above their heads day and night, flashing before my eyes, forcing me to smash my self-deceiving fantasies, and forcing me to face the cruelest reality.

—I am not loved.

I learned from my parents what a "lie" is: every word and sentence is a lie.

The natural optimist character rescued me, I soon stopped worrying about whether I was loved or not, and passed every day, treating their drama performances as fun that had nothing to do with me, and at most I would think about them My ending after the undercover mission of two people.

Schrödinger's two or five sons gave me the confidence to remain unchanged and adapt to all changes. No matter who wins or loses, no matter whether I am exposed or not, I am always safe.I am so enthusiastic about Erwuzi’s career now, largely due to the influence of my parents. They made me find this career extremely interesting: full of lies and variables, and spend every day wearing a mask, just for the so-called loyalty .It's ridiculous and funny.

Gradually, I looked at them, like watching people in a play through a screen, losing their sense of reality, leaving only two pale names.I am not only their appendage, but also separated from them.

Only the concepts of "love is fake" and "family love is easy to break" have been deeply instilled in my mind. In my deepest subconscious mind, I don't even believe that there are lovers who love each other forever and family members who stay with each other forever in this world.

Even though I had Osamu Dazai in my life plan, my attitude toward him was still "If he's going to leave, then leave, I understand."

This is probably the final reason why the ambiguous period has been prolonged and there is still no result. He is afraid, and I am also afraid.

However, compared to Osamu Dazai who closed himself in a cardboard box and refused to raise his head, I have the courage to step out.

The world that hurt me badly did not learn to treat me gently, but fortunately my armor is hard enough and my blade is sharp enough, I can move forward, I will move forward.

——I will not let my life be ruined by fear, everything that has hindered me will become my stepping stone.

Zelda helped me a lot in this regard, the love and hurt she received made her unique, and this precious experience is what I have been lacking.

I am not afraid to try to deliver myself. In the midst of hesitation and anxiety, her story is a powerful reassurance.

Zelda told me that "love" is a real, never-fading gem, which is hidden in the deepest sand on the seabed. You can say that you can't find it, but don't deny its existence.

As Fitzgerald promised, I don't need to play a role named "daughter", I am just Zelda's listener and companion.

Teng roses are entwined on the white-painted flower stand, the fragrance of black tea flows with the cream of the cookies, I concentrate on eating a pudding, Zelda looks at the pink-blue butterflies flying by among the flowers, from memory Pick out new stories to tell me.

She always had stories to tell, with her daughter, with her husband, and herself.Her life has turned from peak to trough, and there is a fragrance in the ups and downs. The sweetness and bitterness fade away with time, leaving only tender memories.

"I often feel that life is short. What I have lost can never come back, and people and things that I can grasp, no matter what, don't let go." Zelda caught the dew falling from the rose petals, and his eyes were full of lonely tenderness .

"But sometimes, the unspoken love is also a kind of taste, right?" I want to make her happy, and talk to Zelda about what I encountered in the guild—yes, I still got it Membership of the guild, the king of stamp collecting myself——"Margaret and Nathaniel are typical stupid couples!"

Zelda froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed with me.

That's right, my colleagues in the group, Margaret Mitchell and Nathaniel Hawthorne, were once my new source of happiness, bringing me different pleasures every day.

They are performing "Miss Mitchell Wants Me to Confess" and "God!Please crush your incomprehensible servant to death! "In the two big dramas, no one is willing to speak first, because the first move is bound to lose, and you will suffer the pain if you want to lose face. They would rather be angry and hide in the room afterwards and bite the corners of the quilt to fight for it.

To be honest, I have used them to make up several cross talk jokes. The audience members in the live broadcast room are hahahaha while picking lemons, urging updates every day, and even betting on when they will be together.If I didn't have the administrator privileges of jungle, my live broadcast room would probably be brutally blocked due to illegal gambling.

You viewers don’t know how to think about the broadcaster at all, it’s too much, pointing jg

That's right, who wouldn't like the story of the down-and-out noble lady and the ascetic priest?The contradiction between falling in love and killing each other and silent tacit understanding is very good. I take melon seeds to work every day, and when they quarrel, everyone will consciously sit in a row and eat my melon seeds, watching the show with relish.

Mr. Fitzgerald is also a wonderful person. He happily organized two awkward subordinates into a team, and sat in the office every day to listen to their quarrel. He felt that people were much younger and would always be in their prime. .

Whenever Margaret said loudly to me, "Who likes him! The guy who reads the Bible all day is annoying to watch", I always nodded kindly, half a word I don't believe it.

Why does everyone think they are a couple?It's very simple, because the most obvious features of love are "preference" and "indulgence".

When I saw that Margaret used her supernatural power to destroy every page of the Bible that Nathaniel carried with him when he disagreed, and Nathaniel was not angry at all, just sighed helplessly and talked with her. When we quarreled for a few sentences, I understood that they are a pair of dogs and men, and they are showing off openly and secretly!

Nathaniel is actually okay, humble and polite, and he has no other shortcomings except that he babbled to me for a long time in order to correct my point of view that "priest" is not equal to "priest".Does my knowing he's a priest conflict with me calling him a priest?Really, I am a super rebellious young girl.

Unlike the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia, which are bound together by similar beliefs or morals, the members of the guild serve Mr. Fitzgerald for the most important reason—he is rich.

Very good, very real, it convinced me right away, who doesn't like money, anyway, I like it very much.

But because I have struggled on the poverty line for a long time, and the economic situation has only gradually improved recently, my concept of "rich people" is still very simple, and I basically stay at Keigo Atobe. on a luxury cruise ship.

It wasn't until one day that I suddenly realized that Mr. Fitzgerald's money is different from ordinary rich people. He is not stingy at all, he is especially good at spending, and he especially likes to spend strange money in useless places.

I seriously suspect that Mr. Fitzgerald is one of the favorite types of MLM people to take advantage of. A random buy one get [-]% off ad will get him to voluntarily empty his wallet for things he doesn't need The kind of big customers.

"Qianye, do you know man-eating tigers?" Mr. Fitzgerald was sitting in his office that day, with his hands crossed, his fingertips resting on his chin, posing in a classic behind-the-scenes boss pose, with deep blue eyes, and asked. I have a strange question.

"? Tigers, should all eat people?" I tilted my head. Could it be that there are vegetarian tigers?Take it out and show me?

Fitzgerald has gotten used to my unconventional ways of playing cards during nearly half a year of being together. He ignored my bar and fine hair, and then went down and said, "So, do you know the book in Yokohama?"

I nodded abruptly, I know, I understand.Our Yokohama baby is loved by people from all over the world.

The book, a magical prop, single-handedly turned Yokohama into an online celebrity tourism project that supernatural beings must visit. It made an important contribution to improving Yokohama's gd, and also planted the bitter fruit for the frequent bombings of his hometown.

Now, whenever a person with supernatural powers comes to Yokohama, it is basically to compete for books. Is it not too much to call it "Yokohama Tang Monk Meat"?

"Tiger is the signpost for finding the book. I must get him." Fitzgerald said decisively, his eyes were amazingly bright.

"Hmm... so, what are you going to do?" Although I don't know where he got the brainwashing package, but since I have no evidence to refute him, I choose to ask him directly about the action plan.

Fitzgerald: "The black market offers a reward of 70 billion."

As soon as he finished speaking, I suddenly covered my eyes, a dazzling golden light burst out from between my tightly closed fingers, I plopped tactically and fell back, almost throwing myself on the soft carpet.

At this moment, my boss was shining with the brilliance of money in the true sense. I only knew that he was rich, and it was the first time I knew that he was so rich!

This, is this the legendary "money ability"?Too strong, too strong, I, who have been through the battlefield for a long time, can't think of a way to fight the enemy at all!

"Just as long as you are happy." I have nothing to advise you, you are willing to spend all this money, what more bicycles do you need.

"Very good, we have reached an agreement." Fitzgerald nodded in satisfaction and ended the discussion unilaterally. He asked casually, "Which organization do you think can get the bounty?"

"The port mafia... right?" I said with a serious expression, "Their boss really likes to make black money, 70 billion, even if they squeeze their subordinates to death, they still want to get it."

Mori Ogai, who is far away in Yokohama: "Ashi!" rubbing his nose, "Why does it feel like someone is scolding me again? Is it because the subordinates work too little overtime? Sure enough, inaction will cause laziness."

"Sounds good, let them fight for a while before I make a move." Fitzgerald nodded, changed his voice, and continued: "In summary, we are going to Yokohama next year or so, and the last few There is a lot of finishing work to be done in the month, and I am very optimistic about you."

The subtext is: work overtime girl, overtime pay is full, just do it.

"Okay." I gestured with complicated emotions, and went to Mr. Po's office, ruaing the little raccoon while rescuing the poor child who was overwhelmed by work.

It's September, Fitzgerald is expected to arrive in Yokohama next year, and I'm due to return to the Hounds before February next year. In January, I will officially come of age and step into 18-year-old territory.

According to the official data, my birthday is Valentine's Day on February [-]th, but only myself and Osamu Dazai know that I was born on the first day of the new year on January [-]st.It's also good, I don't really like overly lively birthday celebrations, and it's troublesome to take care of them when I'm busy at work.

The so-called birthday is just a way of measuring your age in the world.People look at the calendar and realize in a trance: Oh, I have been in this world for so many years, and the new year has passed.

One of the values ​​of busy green is that it makes people blur the passage of time.You don't know where your time has slipped away, but you feel that every day is meaningful. This kind of busyness is undoubtedly valuable, and it helps people who are at a loss find their own identity.

...But it is better not to stay overnight, and lose your kidney overnight.

Have you ever seen America at four o'clock in the morning?I have seen, in the final stage of Fitzgerald's plan, Poe and I turned upside down day and night, using the office as our house, using Carl as a pillow, and fighting with Miss Louisa's thick battle plan. Year.

"Goodbye Mr. Poe, I have to go home to water the flowers, my cactus is dying." I struggled to get up from Carl's belly, and threw the improved action plan on Poe's desk, ignoring Mr. Po left the guild base ruthlessly with the miserable gaze of "Is the rest all my life alone? You want me to die".

Mr. Fitzgerald was very happy to provide me with a place to live, but because I often had to cooperate with the FBI and CIA rooted in the United States, as well as the actions of the black organization running around, I declined his proposal. Rent a room in a small apartment.

The house I rented was not far from the guild base. I slowly finished my breakfast in the cafeteria of the base, and waited for the darkest period of the sky to pass before heading home in a leisurely manner.

I bought a small piece of cake when I passed the early open cake shop on the street.

The sun gradually rose with my footsteps, chasing my shadow step by step. I stepped into the empty apartment building and went upstairs with the cake box in one hand along the stairs that had not been cleaned.

The dust accumulated overnight was drifting in the sunshine, the few neighbors were still soundly asleep, and the little sparrows who were afraid of the cold were shivering and nesting together. I looked down from the window sill by the stairs, and saw a strange vastness.

This is not my home, but a temporary place to stay.

The sunlight failed to penetrate the gray walls into the room. I stood at the end of the stairs and snapped my fingers, and the voice-activated lights came on in response.

"I'm back!" I yelled into the dark, empty room, without turning on the light, and stepping on the wooden floor in my socks.

"Click", the fire lit the wick of the candle, illuminating a small piece of darkness by the table.

New year, new January [-]st.

No one knows that today is my birthday except the person far away in the ocean, so there are no gifts or blessings. This is a holiday that belongs to me alone.

Until the day of February [-]th, my friends will arrive at the same time.It can also be regarded as my selfishness. I always feel that receiving a gift on Valentine's Day will create the illusion of being loved by everyone all the time.

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me..." I hummed softly to myself, and my system followed suit, its mechanical sound echoing in my ears, and I smiled and blew out all the candles.

Do you have the same wish this year?it asks me.

"Yeah." I took a spoonful of cake and put it in my mouth, "It's a promise."

Desires are prayers that people cannot fulfill with their own abilities and entrust them to non-existent gods.I never allow wishes related to myself, I am used to controlling my life.I will fight for what I want by myself. Of course it is very good if the gods are willing to bless me.

But some things have nothing to do with my own efforts.At this time, it is quite romantic to make a wish with a secret expectation.

I hope that the person living in my heart can be happy, even if it is the faint happiness like a firefly in his endless despair and sorrow, the stars in the darkness do not need to illuminate the muddy road ahead, it just says: I am here, You are not alone.

"I hope the new year will be as good as possible." I put my hands together and clapped my hands vigorously, "Eat the cake, Tongtong, I will eat your share too!"

How about another glass of happy water?The system suggested.

"The combination of e-cream and soda is completely evil." I complained, but I got up and took out the hoarded Coke from the refrigerator, held it up and touched the air, "Cheers, I'm starting!"

The candles were blown out and inserted on the decorative flowers of the cake. The pattern of "18" was clear and complete. I scraped the cream stained on the wall of the cup with a spoon. Carrying it ready to go out and throw it away.

"Tongtong, do you think I should ask for leave today to go to the sea?" I opened the door while chatting with the system, and suddenly stopped in my tracks.

A bouquet of delicate red roses lay quietly on the carpet in front of the door, and the plain card was tied with a lavender ribbon, falling in front of my eyes like an elf in the morning light.

I bent down and picked up the bouquet of roses.

In the cold winter, even the evergreen trees are covered with frost, and the roses that should have withered at this time bloom so gorgeously, blooming as if burning out their lives.

I gently pulled away the ribbon tied with the bow, and the soft silk slipped down my fingertips and wrapped around my little finger loosely.

happy Birthday.

There is no signature, no name, just a few simple words, written one by one with a round-bellied pen full of ink, with extreme restraint.

It's completely different from that bouquet of gorgeous and eye-catching roses.I looked at the contradictory gift, and unconsciously smiled from the end of my eyes.

This careful probing and desire not to be, is, indeed, the man's style.

"I don't even leave the name, really, aren't you afraid that I'll recognize the wrong person?" I muttered and stroked the delicate petals of the rose, turned around and went back to the house, and inserted it into a vase filled with clean water.

"It's been almost a year since I left Yokohama, and it's time to go back." I swipe the screen of my phone with my chin in my hand, and the information of the recent flights flashed across my field of vision line by line.

Most of winter is over, and spring is coming soon.

The author has something to say: Qianye: You are an adult, you can do adult things now.