Wenhao refuses to be touched

"I'm sorry I'm late, I'll leave the rest to me, Miss Natsume, go back first."

Ms. Hayata, who was in charge of the evening shift, finally came to hand over to me after I had been waiting for half an hour, and said something that relieved me.I nodded, and had a few polite words with her. While the other party was annoyed and ostentatious, I blamed Mr. XX for being too clingy, and I would recite it after listening too much. The locker took out his semi-old backpack and a plastic bag.

Ms. Hayata is a person who can't read the atmosphere very well.

"Ah, is Natsume-san eating these things again?" She frowned and said what she thought was kind, "Although it's the unsold bento left over from today, it's healthier to cook and eat by yourself."

"If everyone thinks this way, the bento in our store will not be able to sell." I ranted over, and with Ms. Hayata's expression on the verge of crying, I quickly said goodbye and walked out of the convenience store.

Ms. Hayata is somewhat related to the store manager. Sometimes it's better to avoid it. I don't want to lose this part-time job because of such a trivial matter.

I have been working in this 24-hour convenience store called Xiaofu for two months. I work 6 hours a day, with a daily salary of 3000 yen. I usually take charge of the middle shift and evening shift more often, although the day and night are reversed. , but seeing that the salary is not too low at work, my sensitive and talkative troublesome colleagues can also bear this job.

After all, I was a Japanese who traveled across the ocean from a flower grower to the city of Yokohama, Japan to make a living alone.Ah, the reason why I say I am a post-Japanese is because I am of pure florist lineage, born in a rural village in a small city near the sea, and by chance, I was adopted by an old Japanese couple, and I became a Japanese citizen.

After the elderly adoptive parents passed away one after another, because they didn't want to deal with the original family, they took two jars of ashes, the meager inheritance left by my adoptive parents and the money to sell the house, and came to this adoptive parents. City of birth.

Although I have no relatives or friends to rely on, fortunately, I can read and write Japanese well. I have lived a good life in this country that has just come out of the war for less than eight years.

Maybe I’m not such a diligent person. After burying the ashes of my adoptive parents and fulfilling their will to return to their roots, I wandered the streets and spent a month doing nothing. After realizing that my savings were getting less and less, I started looking for a job.It's a pity that the city is still shrouded in shadows, and the economy is not doing well. Even with a florist's degree from a prestigious university, I have very few choices.

It's definitely not because I'm too picky that I end up working in a convenience store.

It's just that the Japanese company's strict hierarchical concept and the promotion system that is not friendly to women made me resign after barely working for a month.

Now, the convenience store job also includes a part-time job of translating the books of flower growers from the publishing house. The salary can also meet the daily needs and save a little money.

Under normal circumstances, I can save as much as I can. For example, the plastic bag I am holding in my hand now contains two sour plum rice balls that cannot be sold and a copy that was accidentally dropped on the ground by a colleague during delivery. Pork cutlet bento mixed with vegetables and meat.

It may be that the impression of poverty is too deep, and the kind-hearted store manager gave me this bento as an employee benefit.Oh, it may also be because Ms. Hayata is always late when I change shifts with me, and the store manager doesn't want to pay me overtime wages, so he gives me some unsalable food as comfort.

I accept this well, and I even hope that Ms. Hayata will not marry her boyfriend so soon, and I can get more free food if I stay longer.

Don't underestimate the free food, it's a lot to pay for my money-saving plan.

"I didn't eat dinner today, so let's treat this bento as a supper once it's warmed up. Two rice balls and hot water tomorrow can also be used as chazuke for breakfast." Thinking like this, I even walked briskly many.

Because my colleague was late, it was almost 12 o'clock in the evening when I was walking on the night road, and I still had to walk for about 10 minutes to get to my rented house. Some of the street lights on this road were broken, and there were few gloomy people on the road. Only a few night trains passed on the main road.

That's why I was a little scared when I saw the homeless man huddled next to the trash can in front of me.

Although there are many homeless people in Yokohama, this section of road is also within the scope of the commercial street, and the urban management usually maintains the city appearance of this generation. Even at this point, the appearance of homeless people is too inappropriate.

As I thought about it, I passed by him without any turmoil in my heart, but at this moment I was pulled by the leg of my trousers.

Generally, when a woman encounters this kind of thing in the middle of the night, the best reaction is to run away immediately. If she kicks the homeless man viciously so that he cannot get up, the chances of escaping will be higher.

When the foot was about to move, the leg that had just been raised was stopped by a weak and childish voice, and it was suspended in the air.

The homeless I imagined were grown men with unkempt beards and sour smells.Don't ask why homeless people are not women. I have already said that Japan is a country that has just ended the war for less than eight years. For the sake of population growth, the age of marriage for women has even been reduced to 14 years. As long as a woman does not lose her fertility, it is considered a bit Disabilities or mental problems, it is not difficult to get married without considering the conditions of the man.

People like me who are 25 years old and still living alone, never thinking about finding a meal ticket, are the ones who are out of place in this country.

"It smells so good...I'm so hungry..."

It was because I heard the overly childish voice of the homeless man that I stopped attacking him and immediately fled the scene.But I didn’t let go of my guard because of this. I usually see some homeless orphans in this chaotic city. I was also robbed by a child and even robbed by a few underage gangsters. Children are regarded as harmless and precious cubs.

at most……

I hesitated for a while, opened the plastic bag in my hand, looked hesitantly among the rice balls and pork cutlet bento, finally took out the pork cutlet bento, put it in front of this person, and took three steps back after the other party let go of my trouser leg.

Since I have already left a bento, it would be better to run away quickly at this time.When I made this decision, I stopped because I saw the raised face of the homeless man.

A tramp with messy hair and a sour smell, he raised his head to reveal a childish face, the green eyes between his brows and the beautiful green eyes showing grievances made my heart gradually indestructible under the beatings of society The heart seemed to be stabbed by something.

With a pair of green eyes that you will never forget after seeing it, the embarrassed minor moved his nose, quickly picked up the bento box on the ground in front of him, opened the transparent plastic cover, and ate it with the attached fork.

He ate very fast, he must have been hungry for a long time, he chewed the food a little bit before swallowing it, and I watched with trepidation, fearing that he would choke.

When I left the convenience store, I took a full bottle of hot water with my own thermos and put it in my backpack.I don't know what the reason is, it may be that those eyes are really beautiful, or it may be that I still can't accept why a child is wandering on the street, and he is so hungry that he just looks for food from a passer-by. It's something I've never encountered in my peaceful florist, so...

I put down my backpack and opened the zipper, took out a large-diameter thermos bottle, pulled the backpack back up, unscrewed the bottle cap, took hot water from the bottle cap, and held it in my hand to blow off the heat while feeling nervous. Looking at this homeless child who is eating big.

"Cough cough cough...water..."

Sure enough, the choked child covered his throat with his hand holding a plastic fork. He ate more than half of the bento in his hand and refused to release it on the ground, moaning weakly and painfully.

I dipped a little bit of water from the bottle cap with my upper lip, and handed it over after making sure it wouldn't burn my throat.As if being rescued, the child impatiently took the bottle cap and gulped down the water.

After the food was washed into his stomach by the water, he let out a breath of satisfaction, and his immature voice, which was much louder because he was full, said loudly: "I want more!"

I took the bottle cap, poured some hot water, and watched him eat the bento again while blowing on the heat.The child, who was no longer so hungry, recovered a little bit of anger, slowed down his eating speed, and said with a crackling mouth: "The pork chops have been deep-fried, and they are dry. They are some leftover meat. Salad and rice are mixed together. The taste is weird, and the rice is not good rice, it doesn't taste chewy at all..."

To be able to say such picky words and take it for granted as a child made me stunned.Immediately thinking, this child should have had parents who loved him and lived a warm and warm family life for a while. If he was a child who has been home for a long time, he would not say such words.

Those children, as long as they have something to eat, are already very satisfied, and they will not start to be picky after a little full stomach, and use a fork to pull the meat and vegetables, frowning and picking out the acceptable part into it. mouth.

I chuckled, how can I put it, although the child is very embarrassed now, eating a bento given by a stranger next to the smelly trash can, but there is such a strange feeling, as if returning to The feeling of going to a peaceful flower grower and communicating with ordinary children who grew up spoiled by their parents in a peaceful society.

Even I didn't understand why I breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down and handed over the bottle cap, the water in it was no longer so hot, the child took it, sipped it one by one, and threw the almost eaten bento box aside Sitting cross-legged on the ground, I watched him squint his eyes as if enjoying himself.

"Master Ranpo is not happy, you dull and deceitful woman."

The child's green eyes looked over. Because I squatted down, our eyes were at the same level. For a moment, I felt that my heart was seen through by these sharp eyes.

The child was still talking: "Master Luanbu was only hungry for three days, and he dumped it next to the trash can when he lost his strength. Among the passers-by, you are the most likely to give me something to eat, and you still have leftovers that cannot be sold. meal……"

I saw that he suddenly stopped talking, and I was a little eager to urge him because of my curiosity. "Why don't you say it? Do you mean you saw that I would give you something to eat? How did you see it? Am I that obvious?"

I want to ask myself if I really have a dull and deceitful face?

The child's lips were flattened, and his eyes were narrowed into two arcs, but I had a strange feeling that he could still see me even if he squinted, so he squinted his eyes unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth naturally raised.

Waiting quietly, the child finally opened his mouth and asked me in an inexplicable tone: "Don't you think that Mr. Ranbu is very contemptuous? An impolite and arrogant brat, obviously fed by well-meaning people, Not only did you say no thanks, but you also said such unpleasant things... Although Lord Ranpo still doesn't understand, there is nothing wrong with telling the truth."

He sighed like an adult. "Always duplicity, abide by the rules of adults, and have no patience with children who tell the truth. I am still a brat. I broke the rules of the game and fell to this end."

Hey……

I blinked my eyes and said in disbelief: "Although I can understand everything, I still don't quite understand..."

A gust of cold wind blew over, and the child in front of me sneezed loudly. He was dressed really thinly. I frowned and pulled him up. I couldn't care whether he was dirty or not.

"My rented house is nearby. If you have no place to go, you can stay at my house for one night." I took his hand and walked towards the rented house. The child was very obedient and didn't pat me away. My pull kept up.

Because the other hand was still holding the thermos, I let go of his hand to take the empty bottle cap in his hand, and suddenly my arm was hugged.

I was startled, and my body staggered. After I barely stabilized my figure, I was glad that the water in the thermos bottle was not full, otherwise the hot water would splash out and scald a few bags on my hands. No money to buy scald medicine.

I said harshly to this dirty little ghost who was holding my arm: "Don't rush over suddenly, if you make me fall, I will beat you."

"...you don't know how to fight." The little ghost still refused to let go, quietly watching me screw the lid on the thermos bottle and stuff it in the net of the backpack, and then said quietly.

I raised my eyebrows: "Oh, that's not necessarily true."

Although I have never beaten a child, isn't this kind of thing a natural skill?

The little ghost opened his eyes, and he had the kind of deep gaze that seemed to be able to see into the depths of my heart. I cooperated with his game, and after about 2 minutes, he said: "Well, do you regard this as a game? It was deduced by me, about you, don't you care if I say more?"

"for example?"

"For example, you are adopted by an old Japanese couple who escaped the war and settled down in a flower garden. After their death, in order to avoid the thick-skinned biological parents who wanted to ask you for the inheritance of your adoptive parents, you came to Japan to settle down with the ashes of your adoptive parents, oh , you are still a celibate, and you are worried about not being able to get married and have children. Are you sick? Ah, you are sick, and it is incurable... umm..."

I put one hand on this open mouth, and I am glad that there is no one around. "Okay, I was wrong, I know you are very smart, can you, a smart kid, go home with your sister obediently?"

"...Sister?" The child was stunned, as if he heard something unexpected and was repeating the word.

I blinked and asked in confusion, "Is there any problem?" I just took it back to the residence, took a shower and slept, why did I look like I was about to cry.

"Master Luanbu didn't want to cry! Sure enough, you are a weirdo!" With tears in his eyes, the child screamed in a sharp voice, "A weirdo who doesn't follow the rules of the adult's game, why don't you say something about my sister and come home with you?" You can't lie to me!"

"Ah... what a lie..." I was at a loss for a moment, because I was confused and my brain was swollen painfully. I patted my dirty and disheveled head casually, and my voice became louder. "It's too much to call a girl a weirdo and a liar. If you don't shut up your stinky mouth, I'll cover it with a handkerchief!"

Threats are very useful, the child finally calmed down, tried a few times but failed to get back the ownership of his arm, so he could only let him hold my hand, and walked timidly in the direction of renting a house.

I thought he was a six or seven-year-old kid at first, but when he was close to me, I realized that this kid was almost as tall as my shoulders. I have a height of 172. From this point of view, this kid should be considered a teenager, probably. His voice is so immature, with a milky voice, I will underestimate his age.

Well, I'm a little sorry.

If it is an orphan at the age of a primary school student, I don’t mind taking him in for a period of time. Although it is difficult to raise myself, this child is really funny and has beautiful eyes. It unexpectedly fits my weird cuteness, a little effort It can still ensure his food and clothing.

But if you were a junior high school student, your thinking would be different.

"You said you took me home, you can't go back on it! Don't even think about throwing me away secretly!" The fake child, the real boy, seemed to see through my heart, and yelled loudly.

A guilty conscience covered my face, and I said loudly: "I know, I know, don't be so smart at this time, you old boy who deceives other people's feelings!"

"Master Luanbu is not deceitful, you are the one who misjudged my age! And 14 years old is not considered an older boy!" He shouted even more excitedly.

Like I said, it's late at night.Because I walked a certain distance and left the area of ​​the commercial street, there were more residential houses. I saw several rooms lit up because of his voice, and the crying of a child who was woken up. I hurriedly pulled this brat Running in the direction of the rented house, he scolded in a low voice while running: "I will take you back, keep your voice down, I don't want to be scolded."

The Japanese really pay too much attention to the distance between people and the etiquette of keeping quiet. This is the Japanese rule that I only got used to after being beaten by the society.

What if someone rushed out with a stick and beat us.

It's scary to think about it!

Fortunately, the brat was able to listen to what he said, and finally stopped yelling on the way back.Seeing that cheap two-story building getting closer and closer, and seeing me on the innermost door on the right side of the second floor, I was greatly relieved.

No matter what, let's take the kid back first.

The author has something to say: Natsume Yin: What's wrong with liking smart kids!I just love what's up with weird cats!

Feng Niang: ...This is not a normal person

Natsume On: No, I'm a real ordinary person

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