Wenhao refuses to be touched

The financial pressure made me full of energy. I took out the special manuscript paper used for writing translation manuscripts, laid it on the low table and wrote it intently, and sat on the side in random steps, playing Jiulianhuan with great interest, and eating a snack from time to time. Take a sip of soda.

Jiulianhuan is a toy bought for me by my adoptive parents who like to grow Huajia culture. Although I was 14 years old when I was adopted, they bought many kinds of traditional toys that Huajia children would come into contact with when they were young. They said it was to make up for my childhood.

Such a small toy that carries love, I will naturally bring it with me when I leave my mother country.Rattles, spinning tops, diabolos, mud squawks, and other toys packed in small plastic boxes were all passed down to Ranbu by me just now like a family inheritance.

My memory can't be said to be excellent, it's just slightly better than ordinary people, but I can remember the novels I have written, and even the novels I have translated in my mind.

This incident was discovered when I was translating my first short story.

First, I wrote the content of "Life and Death" on the manuscript paper with Huawen, and added the ending that I had thought about long ago. Looking at the thick stack of manuscripts, the novella with more than 5 words is more intuitive I really feel that I am writing novels at a fast speed.

In only half an afternoon and evening, I finished a novella, and no one would believe me if I told it.It may also be because the writing is too smooth.

After I wrote the Japanese version of "Life and Death" on the manuscript, I looked at novels in different languages ​​with different heights, and I smiled and said to Ranpo lying on the ground playing diabolo: "In comparison, Japanese More manuscript paper is used, and the Chinese characters are much more concise."

Polished bamboo sticks tied with strings, traditional toys wrapped around wooden shafts, any child can make them by himself, my adoptive father made me a diabolo with a layer of protective oil, because it is well preserved, I am walking in disorder With the rubbing of my palms, it flew into the air, flew around the room with a pleasant sound, and landed by my hand.

Ranbu sat up and held the diabolo in one hand, and took the Japanese version of the manuscript in the other. After finding that he couldn't pick up all of them with one hand, he took out the bottom one and looked at it slowly.

"I will learn all Chinese characters soon, and I will be able to understand Zhonghuawen's novels." He muttered with red ears, and looked at the ink-smelling manuscript without blinking.

I looked at the wall clock, it was past seven in the evening, and outside the window was a night sky dotted with bright stars, drawing the Milky Way.

"Ranbujiang, if I remind me like this next time, you must be hungry by this point."

"Master Ranbu has snacks, so he's not hungry."

Looking at the empty snack bags on the ground and three empty bottles of pop soda, I felt a pain in my head.

"By the way, sister." Luanbu said without raising his head, "help me take out the beads from the bottle."

I should.Although empty soda bottles can also be exchanged for some money at the scrap shop, since Luanbu wants beads as toys, how can I refuse such a small request because I am poor and cannot afford high-end toys.He smashed the soda bottle in the sink with a rolling pin, took out beads of different colors, and looked at the empty soda bottles in the corner of the kitchen.

"Ranpo sauce, the previous soda bottle also has beads, do you want it?"

After getting a positive answer, I took out all the beads, put the glass fragments into the trash can, and went to the cabinet to dig out a cloth bag for odds and ends that I cut and sewed from old clothes. I poured out the contents and put the glass beads one by one. Put it in, look at the small number of glass beads from the opening, shake it, and the small beads of various colors are trembling at the fingertips, which feels good.

Put the bag next to Ranbu's legs, I'm going to start making dinner.In fact, it’s not too busy. It’s too late to order steamed rice. I use minced meat and add some vegetables and sauces to make meat sauce. The noodles bought in the supermarket are boiled until soft and dried in cold water for several times. The simple meat sauce noodles are done. .

When I was about to remove the manuscript on the low table, Luanbu protested: "Don't take it away."

"If you don't take it away, there will be nowhere to eat."

"It can be eaten on the lap, but there is no soup anyway."

Luanbu placed the bowl between his lapped legs, rolled the noodles with chopsticks and ate slowly bite by bite. This was the first time he ate at such a slow pace. During this period, his eyes never left the manuscript, and there was a small frown between his brows. Qiu, deliberately leaned back a little, and moved the manuscript forward so that the meat sauce would not stick to the manuscript paper.

I sat next to him, holding a bowl of Suo Noodles, and ate four bowls with relish for a green-eyed cat who deliberately pretended to be mature, and my belly was round.

Ah... so cute.That serious little appearance is simply a magic tool for eating.

I never thought that my novel would be so good that I could see that Ranbu didn't even bother to eat, so I had to feed him mouthful. With his hands free, he didn't even look at him, and became a ruthless noodle swallowing machine that opened his mouth to eat.

This kind of distraction, indulging in the chaotic steps of the novel I wrote, made my body warm, and the softest part of my heart was stepped on softly by a kitten with its paws, and my soul was floating.

When I think of the idea that the cute Ranpo-chan is "a novel written by my sister, so I have to read it carefully", I don't have the idea of ​​​​educating the other party to eat well.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, I took my clothes and went to take a shower first, and soaked the changed clothes in the bucket. When I came out, I walked around and hadn’t finished reading. I took the manuscript of the novel that Mr. Takeuchi gave me, and read it carefully from beginning to end. When I got up, I was thinking about how to word and how to translate this manuscript better.

Time passed by like this minute by minute. After I translated half of the manuscript in my mind, I let out a long breath after reading the novel, which attracted me to look over.

He patted the little boy in disorder, his eyes were empty and looked ahead, his sight was out of focus. "Sister is such a terrible person."

"Oh... huh? But, it's scary!"

I, who was still obsessed with the cuteness of the green-eyed cat, was frightened back to my senses by this word.Putting down the manuscript in my hand, I excitedly placed my hand on his shoulder, turning around and shaking slightly.

"What's so scary about my sister? Why did Ranpo-chan say that?"

Luanbu's eyes drifted up and down, but he didn't want to look at me squarely. Annoyed by my shaking, he closed his eyes and said, "Don't tell my sister, you should find out this kind of thing yourself."

As he spoke, he broke away from my hand and ran into the bathroom, his clear voice came from inside: "Sister prepare clothes for me, I want to wear that pink nightdress! And underwear!"

The sound of the water was splashing, and I could only swallow the questioning in my mouth. I sighed and went to the balcony to collect the clothes. When I was about to take off the skirt hanging on the clothesline, a faint light caught my attention. When I looked over, the shimmering light on the floor opposite had vanished.

Opposite is an abandoned four-story commercial building. There was a fire before and many people died. It was rumored that the company that moved in suffered unimaginable disasters one after another. Some people swear that they saw ghosts, and gradually it became vacant.

It is also for this reason that my rented house is so cheap.Similarly, there are fewer tenants.In a two-story building with six households on the first floor, only half of the second floor where I live is rented out.A high school student who works three jobs lives in one family and doesn't like to talk to others.One household is a couple. They run a small mobile noodle stall near the construction site. They are very busy. They just fall asleep when they go home, and they are not suitable communication partners.

In other words, although I have two neighbors on the same floor, I only know each other's surnames from the number plates pasted on the door, and the number of exchanges is pitifully small.

Not to mention the residents on the first floor, Japan pays great attention to privacy and private space, and it is not pleasant to say hello rashly.

Those who come out to rent houses in Yokohama are low-income people with busy lives. Everyone is busy making money. They pretend to be grandchildren outside, and they just sleep and relax when they come back. How can they have time to deal with neighbors?

"Meow~"

A beautiful three-colored cat was squatting on the edge of the balcony at some point, licking its paws, scratching its waist with its hind legs, squinting its eyes slightly and calling out to me.

I have met this cat many times. This area should be his domain. When I get off work at night, I will occasionally meet him sleeping on the wall or licking his fur. Every time I pass by, he will get up and meow at me. .

When I have a surplus of food, I will feed him some food, such as bacon or ham. Anyway, I will give it whatever food I have in hand. It is not picky at all and eats it all. If it is eaten, it will lie down and let me lick it Belly, and then lightly jumped up and ran away without a trace.

It was not until a long time later that I found out that cats cannot eat foods such as bacon that contains a lot of salt, and milk is also not allowed. It just so happens that I have fed these three-colored cats.

I looked at this cat. This was the first time the other party touched my door. I reached out and stroked the cat's head. I was not surprised to see the cat's fur flying, and the smile on the corner of my mouth dropped.

"No, Xiao Mi, you will stain my clothes." For my clothes, I refused the real cat, picked it up, opened the door and put it in the doorway. The Sanhua cat squatted on the ground and looked up at me.

There was an awkward feeling in my heart. I always felt that the cat looked at me with some human eyes, which seemed to contain the familiar emotions of helplessness and slight connivance.My adoptive parents looked at me every time they saw me rushing to finish the housework, and they were all too familiar with this look.

Originally, I wanted to close the door directly, but by accident, I knelt down and pinched the Sanhuamao's chin with my fingers, scratching it gently.The well-behaved kitten purred comfortably, which made me smile.

"Oh, it's a very gentle cat." I grabbed its two front paws, put it in my arms, and gently stroked the soft fur on its back, and said with some regret, "If it weren't for the cat's fur, which is difficult to handle , I really want to take you home, but it would be ugly to shave off your hair."

In the next second, my face was touched by two soft objects. The three-colored cat stepped on my face with its hind paws and jumped to the ground, meowing and running away quickly. means to escape.

He stroked his hair, confused.If this is a manga, I think my mind must be full of question marks.

"Sister~ I'm done washing~"

The sound of chaotic steps sounded.

"Okay, come now~"

I complied, gently closed the door, went to the balcony to collect the clothes, and handed them to the little hand protruding from the crack in the bathroom door.When Luanbu put on his clothes and came out, his wet feet still rubbed against the old clothes on the floor before stepping on the dry tatami mat.

Because Luanbu refused to sleep alone, but in the end, I slept with him on the single bed.Fortunately, Luanbu is small, so sleeping sideways is not too crowded.

Ranpo is already a child of adolescent age, I have thought about whether this is too intimate and not good.But, um... Ranpo is obviously 14 years old, only about 145 cm tall, and looks very childish, otherwise I wouldn't have misunderstood his age when we first met.

Blinking his eyes innocently watching my random steps, he is curling up in my arms with a happy expression on his face.I thought about it, and thought, forget it, let him sleep alone tomorrow.

Such a soft and cute cat boy, if he can hug him once to sleep, he earns money. I don't have any crimes, and only those who think so are potential criminals with dirty hearts!

She embraced her, covered her with the quilt and closed her eyes.Smelling the scent of soap from the shaggy hair, his consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.

Have a good night's sleep, tonight.

The author has something to say: Luanbu: My sister is not a real woman, why can't I sleep together?

Natsume sound: ... (choking and covering chest) Hit you

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future place

Ayatsuji: I am not ashamed, I still sleep with my sister at such an age

Dazai: That belongs to me!

Ranpo: Little boy, you are jealous!Dazai get out, go and wash off the black mud on your body before dreaming

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Teacher Feiyin is still a hardworking novice writer

In the future, you will be a qualified Gu Gu Jing.

If you don’t believe me, ask the editor Oda Saku who hanged himself in front of the teacher’s house twice in the next three days

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The other Ranbu is a child who is pampered and protected by no dead ends

Ranpo sauce here is a reliable brother who protects his sister hahaha~

Unreliable guardian

Master Natsume's disciple who was not abducted

But he abducted his niece 233

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