Wenhao refuses to be touched

I'm glad that Ranbu doesn't have a stomachache. Seeing him sleeping peacefully, like a newborn kitten, I can almost imagine this cute kid waking up and making meows.

As a human being, it's really against the law to look so cat-like.

I'm a cat pie, but - I will never raise a real cat!

When I pass by and see wild cats, I will feed them something, rua the cat, and pinch the paws, but if I really keep it at home, I will refuse.After all, even if there is cat litter, it will have a smell.There will be cat fur that can’t be cleaned at home, and cats also like to scratch wallpaper and furniture. Thinking about it this way, it’s enough for rua wild cats to enjoy themselves.

But!I accept human kittens!

Taking out my second-hand incomplete flip phone, I clicked and snapped more than a dozen pictures of the chaotic sleeping face before I was satisfied to pull the quilt that was kicked to his feet and get up to work.

Wash the rice, put it in the pot, and in the process of cooking the porridge, I went to dispose of the clothes that Ranpo changed yesterday.Because soap is much cheaper than washing powder, soap is used for washing clothes, and of course... another bar of soap for bathing and hair washing.

As for the annoyance that washing hair with soap and taking a bath will dry out the skin, what do poor people care about!

After going through the water several times, I wrung out the clothes that only had a soapy smell and hung them on the balcony. As for such a convenient thing as a washing machine, even if I could afford it, I couldn’t bear the electricity bill.

I took away the dried clothes and quickly folded them up and put them in the closet. At this time, my efficiency was fully exerted. The porridge on the stove had just boiled, and white rice foam floated out from the gap in the lid, and the lid was covered by water vapor. It was trembling.

Wrap the ears of the iron pot with a kitchen cloth towel, and carefully place it on the low table. When I was about to wake up Ranbu, I turned around and saw him sitting on He stared blankly at me on the bed.

His eyes were empty, and the corners of his eyes were wet and a little red. After meeting my gaze, he hurriedly lowered his head and buried his face in the quilt, and wiped the corners of his eyes with the quilt.

I walked over worriedly and asked: "What's the matter, Ranbu-chan, did you have a nightmare?" I imitated the way my adoptive mother used to coax me, pressing his head on my abdomen with one hand, and gently stroking his cheek with the other. back.

"Be good, be good~ Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, dreams are fake, Ranpo-chan is a brave child, and won't be overwhelmed by nightmares~"

It was useless to do so, I was hugging my waist with both hands, and I heard a suppressed cry.Like a frightened cub, he tried hard to stuff his head into my stomach, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, and his crying became louder and louder.

This time... there is really no other way.

I was helpless and comforted for a long time, exhausted all the words my adoptive parents used to coax me, and finally made him stop crying. I rubbed his red eyes with one hand, and I led him to sit in front of the low table while snorting.

"It's not that Lord Ranbu is not brave, it's that the dream is too scary." He emphasized repeatedly.

I agreed, took out the jar of dried plums from the refrigerator, thought for a while, put five of them on a small plate, put them in front of Ranbu, and filled the two bowls that I washed this morning with white porridge, and the big bowl hand it to him.

Because I live alone, I only bought a large bowl for soup and vegetables, and a rice bowl for tableware. I can’t buy chopsticks in bulk, so I have a set of five sets.The small saucer containing sour plums is actually a cup holder, because a customer in the convenience store accidentally broke the matching cup, and the cup holder was not taken away after compensation. I asked the store manager and had the cheek to bring it back.

So what if the impression of poverty is more deeply rooted in people's hearts?Anyway, the cup holder can hold side dishes.

Things should not only look at their meager uses imposed by social stereotypes, but develop their versatility.

When I was ready, I saw that Luanbu hadn't started eating for a long time while holding the chopsticks, so I helplessly put down the bowl and chopsticks in my hand and asked, "What's the matter? You must be hungry."

It is normal for a growing child to eat eight meals a day. This is the concept instilled in me by my adoptive parents, and I naturally apply it to Luanbu.

I always feel that Luanbu is hungry. He is too thin, especially now that he is wearing my nightgown. When I stroked his back when coaxing him just now, I touched rows of ribs. He is so thin It's not far from skinny.

Luanbu nodded, shook his head again, looked at me with red and green eyes, flattened his mouth and drew a long voice, complaining like a spoiled child. "Master Ranpo hasn't brushed his teeth and washed his face yet."

Being looked at by the other party with the eyes of "unreliable adults", I hurriedly got up and went to the cabinet to find a toothbrush.When I bought toothbrushes for cheap, I bought a set of two. I used the pink one, and I happened to have an extra green one.

I took the toothbrush and water in a plastic toothbrush cup, squeezed toothpaste on it, I pushed him to the small vanity table, and said helplessly, "Is this okay?"

If you are not satisfied with this, the adults will become angry from embarrassment.

Silent threats are useful, Luanbu hummed and brushed his teeth honestly.He brushes his teeth very carefully. He should have been taught very strictly in this regard. After brushing, he would open his mouth wide for me to check his teeth.

"Well, Ranpo-chan's teeth are very healthy." I praised.It's much more mindful than when I brush my teeth by myself.

Luanbu said proudly: "Of course, Lord Luanbu won't be defeated by those annoying tooth decay."

It sounds like I had tooth decay before, probably because I ate too much sugar before the tooth replacement period, and my parents corrected it.Thinking so in my heart, I pushed Luanbu back to the table after washing my face, and started to eat breakfast.

Because the part-time job at the convenience store today is from 11:7 in the middle of the night to [-]:[-] the next morning, and the part-time job I translate at the publishing house does not work every day, so just remember to hand over the translation manuscript to the editor of the publishing house when you go out, and you can spend the whole day Just idle.

Silently thinking about what to add.With an extra brother, I always have to buy a few sets of clothes, towels, pajamas, and bedding, and rice bowls for daily necessities. Just thinking about it makes me cry for my wallet.

What's wrong with a wallet, it's always about hurting it.

"Master Ranpo only needs a change of clothes, towels can be shared, bowls... bowls are still needed, and you can sleep on the bed with your sister, so...so I am easy to take care of."

Hearing Luanbu's sensible words, I stroked his head, um, it felt so good, I couldn't help rubbing it again, and then said: "No, we are not related by blood, and Luanbu-chan is 14 years old. I’m an older child, so I can’t talk about it outside if I sleep with my sister. If you want to sleep on the bed, I can give it to you, and I still have to buy a new bedding.”

I bought it for myself to sleep on. I don't like the feeling of sleeping directly on the tatami, so futons are a must.

"Hmph... Master Ranpo is still a child."

At this time, it becomes self-willed.

I couldn't help laughing and pinched his angry face.

"Are there no sisters in Ranpo-chan's family?" I asked.If so, you will understand what it means to keep a proper distance from women.

Luanbu gulped down the porridge, bit another bit of sour plum, frowned, and said casually, "No, I'm the only child, and my parents passed away a few months ago."

He looked at me and said very generously: "Master Ranbu has accepted the matter of being an orphan, so you don't have to feel guilty."

Seeing through my mind, I also stroked my hair a little embarrassedly. "Then I, like Ranpo-chan, became an orphan a few months ago. However, my sister is an adult, 11 years older than Ranpo-chan. Ranpo-chan can rely on me."

"Who will rely on you, unreliable lord..." Luanbu hummed in a low voice.

This idea is as awkward as a cat.I feel soft in my heart, as if a cat's paw is stepping on my heart.

"Ranpo-chan is so cute~" I sighed.

"Even if it's the truth, don't keep telling it!"

I saw that his face was flushed, and he changed the subject haha. "I know that Ranbu Jiang doesn't want me to spend too much money, so don't worry about it, my sister still has some money."

Luanbu obviously didn't believe it. "The guy who lives on the leftovers from the convenience store every day, and even saves the water to flush the toilet after washing his clothes, what he says is not credible at all."

Because what I said was the truth, I could only laugh dryly and play haha.The fact that the water was flushing the toilet must have been discovered by him in the bathroom while brushing his teeth. After all, it was too obvious. For a smart kid like Ranbu, it was as simple as one plus one to draw a conclusion.

Fortunately, Ranbu didn't continue to dwell on this issue, pointing to the manuscript on my bedside table. "Then wait until we finish delivering the manuscripts and shopping, right?"

"Well, the publisher's salary is paid second." Thinking of this, I became happy again, "This time the manuscript has a lot of content, so I should be able to get [-] yen."

Sounds like a good salary, right?However, I have been translating this manuscript for more than a month. At present, the average monthly salary of an ordinary employee in Yokohama is about [-] yen, which is already enough to support a family of three, so the remuneration given by the publishing house is still very good. I I also cherish this part-time job.

However, things don’t count that way. I may not be able to get jobs for several months, and even the pay for the jobs I get is not stable, so the convenience store job cannot be lost.So I will be very economical when I get money every month. In fact, I have saved a small deposit, but it is still far from my dream of buying a house.

The gene of a flower grower is still deeply planted in my soul. Since I decided to settle in Yokohama, I think buying a house is a must, so that I can lower my standard of living.

After washing the dishes, I went to the closet and looked for a white short T-shirt and a pair of black knee-high shorts for Luanbu to change into. Although they were my old clothes, the style was neutral, and Luanbu would not get strange eyes when I wore them out. .

But he still looks dissatisfied. "Why do I turn into trousers when I wear them." I washed his shoes in the morning, and I can only wear my slippers when I go out. He walked on the street with blue slippers that were a bit too big, and he looked rolled up twice. trousers, a little distressed.

"After all, my sister has long legs. If you eat more Ranpo sauce, you can be taller than your sister."

I am the kind of person who is called the golden ratio figure, and although Ranpo is 14 years old, there is still a gap between me and me. Thinking that Japanese people are genetically short, I calmly added milk to the list of necessary items.

No, I'm 172 centimeters, so Ranpo must be 1.7 meters tall!

There will be no 1.7 meters in the future, it must be that I, as a sister, have not raised it well!Milk, a bottle a day can not be less!

The dignity of the guardian does not allow such a wrong thing to be committed!

I walked with a confused face, straightened my back and got on the bus with great momentum, and set off for Hengchun Publishing House.

The location of the bus stop, as long as you walk 100 meters directly, you will see Hengchun Publishing House, a three-story business building.In fact, when I first came here with a newspaper to try my luck to apply for a translator, when I saw the neon signboard at the entrance of the publishing house with the words "Da Hengchun Second" written in Chinese characters, I felt very cordial in my heart.

Although I heard the front desk lady complaining in a low voice that the word Hengchun was difficult to pronounce, I didn't change because of it.

When I arrived at the door, to my surprise, Mr. Takeuchi, the editor who handed over the manuscript to me, was already waiting there. He looked out from time to time as if he was waiting for someone important, with an anxious expression scratching his head. After seeing me, The squinted eyes under the lens suddenly widened, with a dazzling light bursting out from their eyes, and they ran towards me imposingly.

I was startled by his appearance, and subconsciously pulled Luanbu behind me, and when he rushed in front of me, my eyes were unconsciously closed.

The expected pain didn't come, although I don't know why I feel that Mr. Takeuchi wanted to rush over to fight. I can only attribute everything to Mr. Takeuchi's aura. It's terrible!

Look like a wolf rushing over!

How can I not be afraid!

There was no pain, but I heard Mr. Takeuchi's loud voice roaring in my ear: "Good day, Teacher Feiyin!"

"Huh?" I slowly opened my eyes, and saw Mr. Takeuchi who bowed ninety degrees to me in front of me, very respectful, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets in fright.

I panicked, I didn't know where to put my hands, and said eagerly: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Takeuchi, what are you doing?" Also, why did you suddenly call me teacher.

Feiyin is my pen name, and I can sign it as a translator, but I used to call me Miss Feiyin, but now I just call me teacher... Well, in Japan, using teacher to refer to non-teaching staff means something extraordinary of.

"I, I'm not qualified to be called a teacher..." Even if I don't need others to point it out, I still feel that I have no confidence.

After all, I graduated from the economics department of one of the top universities in the country, and I am very guilty of being a translator. If I didn’t happen to be a flower grower, I could also use Japanese proficiently. As a working person, I would not apply for a job at this private publishing house just relying on the news of the recruitment of part-time translators in the newspaper.

The person who interviewed me at that time was Mr. Takeuchi. Mr. Takeuchi was an experienced editor with a high-level position in the publishing house. When he interviewed me, his expression was very serious, just like my Chinese teacher in high school. I couldn’t even breathe in front of him. It's frightening.

He asked me a lot of technical terms, and I answered them bluntly. In some places, the other party showed obvious dissatisfaction, and he still felt a little unbelievable until he informed me of the approval.

At the beginning, all I answered were some scattered short sentences, mixed with some news and so on. After working for half a month, I was suddenly given a list of short stories to translate. I went to the bookstore to translate that novel. After soaking in the library for a long time, the whole person was tired and lost five catties before submitting the manuscript.

When delivering the manuscript, Mr. Takeuchi also looked at my translated manuscript with a serious face, and asked me to go to the finance department to settle the remuneration. After I left the publishing house with the envelope containing the money, I found a corner and secretly wiped my tears.

When I thought I had lost my job, I received a notice not long after that I had a new manuscript, which is what I was going to submit today, a novella called "Northern Wandering".

When Dai Luanbu came over, although I pretended to be calm and confident on the surface, I was actually very nervous in my heart.I'm really afraid that Mr. Takeuchi will fire me this time, because in the last short story, he clearly showed dissatisfaction, taking care of me twice in a row is already the limit.

In the end, he performed the highest etiquette in Japan to me so carefully, and even called me teacher!

Are you dreaming?

Mr. Takeuchi raised his head, still maintaining a half-bow state.His temple hair was a little messy, and his eyes were full of strong emotions that I couldn't understand. Regardless of the scrutiny of passers-by, he said to me very firmly in honorific language: "No, Teacher Feiyin is a teacher! You have a unique personality in you. A great talent that belongs to me and is destined to be carried forward in the history of world literature!"

I……

I waved my hand and responded with a short breath with a dry smile. "oh."

I guess I ate something moldy or expired. Is it better to make an emergency call?I heard that Japanese companies are very social animals. They work overtime every day and go home in the early morning, and there is no rest day.

Therefore, Mr. Takeuchi must be too tired from working overtime, and his spirit is a little abnormal.

The author has something to say: The current heroine’s savings: a small part of the balance is the money from selling her hometown + money from frugality

Well, after having more cats, the plan to save money will probably be scrapped. After all, it is really expensive to raise long-term children. When I was growing up, I was weak and sick, and I could eat two bowls of rice with meat and vegetables that were rich in oil and water (QAQ However, I haven't grown much taller, it's too much, I have to eat well QAQ)