Wenhao refuses to be touched

Don’t look at me like this, I’m still very experienced in dealing with this kind of simple trauma. When I was in school, I occasionally went to a nursing home to work as a nurse. There was a grandfather with Alzheimer’s disease. It seemed that he was a boxer when he was young. He would run to challenge the stone wall and hurt his hand. In the process of taking care of him, I was also taught by others, and I had a basic skill of dealing with trauma.

Apply disinfectant, apply medicine, and put on plain white bandages. After all this is done, put a band-aid with a cat pattern on the outside to add a bit of playfulness and cuteness.I looked at my results with satisfaction, put the medicine box back in place, and went to the bento area to get two portions of soba noodles and two boxes of milk, and put them in front of the two children after heating.

"Do children like to eat soba noodles?"

Touched his head, as soft as I imagined. "When washing your face, be careful not to let the wound touch the water, and you can't eat spicy food, and you can't eat crabs that are cold. You can also eat Ranpo sauce, you must not be full just now."

Luanbu, who was looking at his notebook while drinking milk, said without looking back: "It's too slow to find out now."

Uh... because I was sharing a pork cutlet bento with Ranpo just now, I didn't realize this problem until now, it's really quite slow.

"Sorry, it's my sister's fault."

"Forget it, Lord Ranpo forgives you."

Luanbu ate the soba noodles with chopsticks, seeing the child who didn't move the chopsticks but stared at the notebook in his hand, he puffed up his cheeks and hugged the notebook in his arms.

"Do not show you."

"Brother, are there Chinese characters on it?"

"So what, you don't understand."

"I want to see."

"No."

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight over the notebook, I quickly pulled each hand away.

"Eat the noodles obediently, just read the notebook together. Didn't Ranpo-chan fully understand it?"

"Basically, I can understand it. I can learn such a simple Chinese character very quickly."

"Yes, after all, Ranpo-chan is very smart."

Although Chinese characters are known as one of the most difficult characters in the world, some Chinese characters can also be learned in Japanese. Chinese literature is also a compulsory course for school education in various major countries. After all, flower growers are one of the only two superpowers in the world. Thinking about it, I smiled and said, "Then do you want my sister to teach you?"

"No—to—" Luanbu stuck out his tongue. "Elder sister is not a good teacher at first glance, Mr. Luanbu doesn't want to cause trouble for himself."

"Wow~ Ranpo sauce is too much."

It’s easy to talk about it, but in the end I got tired of Luanbu, so I spread the notebook on the table and said to the children: “Let’s read it together, let’s start from the beginning, and if there are any words that you don’t understand, you can ask Mr. Luanbu.”

The kid has a rather dull temper. While holding the noodles with chopsticks, he is concentrating on looking at the Chinese characters on the notebook.How should I put it, the novels in it are written by myself, and the first and second people who read my novels are all underage children, so I feel a little complicated.

Fortunately, children are easy to sleep when they are full. After receiving a few late-night guests, I saw two children sleeping soundly on the table in the dining area.

They were lying face to face, their small bodies were rising and falling slightly with their breathing, and their small mouths were opening and closing, not knowing what kind of dream they were in, and they pursed their mouths.

The timing of these two people even smacking their mouths is synchronized, they are so cute.

I admired the sleeping faces of the two beautiful children beside me for a while, and then moved them into the small bed in the dressing room. He struggled a bit when he picked them up, clutched the notebook tightly, and unconsciously hugged the notebook. Only then did she continue to sleep peacefully in her arms.

A small bed for adults to rest is enough for two children. Whether it is Luanbu or this child, they are very thin and unhealthy. I took off their shoes and put them aside. Sleeping without interfering with each other, and covering the body with the small blanket that already exists on the bed, it will be fine.

Looking at the clothes and shoes on the child, although the sportswear didn't fit well, the shoes did fit and were clean. This discovery made me breathe a sigh of relief.It seems that the kid is not a vagrant on the street, at least he has a place to go, someone who takes care of him and washes his clothes.

The convenience store in the middle of the night is very quiet, there may not be a customer for a while, I sit on the high chair next to the counter, listening to the sound of the TV and spend a relatively long time bored.The clock moved to 03:30, and a middle-aged man with a short figure and a smile on his face walked in the store door.

"Ah, good evening Natsume-san."

"Good evening, manager."

That's right, this middle-aged man in a light-colored suit is the manager of this Little Happiness convenience store. His surname is Yamaguchi, and he is a native of Yokohama. It has been operating in peace and harmony, and has not been harassed by gangsters.

By the way, this convenience store, which is also open late at night, basically receives customers who have just got off work or are still on duty. They are all dressed in black suits with puffy waists, and they look very unfriendly. Fortunately, their attitude towards me is not very good, and they will not deliberately embarrass me.

I probably haven't mentioned why I was able to find a job as a convenience store clerk with a decent salary in Yokohama, where the economy is sluggish?

Of course it depends on the face.My biological parents are just ordinary-looking country people, but it is rare for me to inherit the advantages of their faces. It is precisely because of my good face that I will also work part-time as a model when I was in college.When I applied for a job at a convenience store, there were more than [-] competitors. The store manager let the others go when he saw me.

Appearance is probably the only reason I can feel grateful to my biological parents.However, this gratitude is not worthy of my maintenance and kindness.My attitude towards them is even stranger than strangers, and I wish I could never meet them again.

"The truck will be here soon. Ms. Natsume is going to hang up the sign. Let's get ready to load the goods."

After I got the order, I hung the sign on the door with the words "In the Whole Goods" on the hook. After a while, a large truck stopped at the door. The store manager chatted with the driver who had just got off the car, and handed him a cigarette. The two swallowed their clouds and were not in a hurry to unload the goods.

"Eguchi, the things you wanted last time are out of stock. The situation in Yokohama is not stable now. Many merchants are afraid to stay here, and the purchase price is [-]% higher than before."

"It's increased again, and it's increased so much all at once. Really, last time, some old customers said that our price increase was too fast."

"There's no way around it. It's the same in other cities. Money is becoming less and less valuable now. What is it called? Inflation? Money depreciates."

"Haha~ You can also say such educated words. It's okay, I know, you can help me keep an eye on it, even if it costs a little more money, I still need it."

I stood five steps behind the store manager, maintaining a business-like smile, not curious about what the 'that thing' the store manager said. To survive in Yokohama, the first thing you need to learn is to be silent and restrain your curiosity. Heart.

They finished smoking a cigarette quickly, the driver helped unload the goods, and I sorted the things packed in cardboard boxes on the shelves.I said that I am very agile, right? The store manager has just arranged the new bento, put discount labels on the unsold bento, and I have already arranged and loaded other things.

The driver smiled at the side: "You are a good recruiter, you are quick in your hands and feet, and you are much more reliable than your cousin."

"She won't be here anytime soon."

"Oh, are you finally getting married?"

"It's better to get married early and be a housewife."

"It's true that women are different from us. Men can't stop running for a moment to support their families. Hey, speaking of your cousin's marriage partner, is that it?"

I thought in my heart that men might as well give way to women when they gossip. First, I went to the locker room to check on the two children, pressed the quilt corners for them, and then went to put a bucket of water and mop the shoe marks on the ground. Halfway through, the store manager and the driver walked over shoulder to shoulder.

"Miss Natsume, I'll leave it to you, we'll go first."

"Okay, please walk slowly."

They should be going to drink, or to trade that so-called 'that thing'.After I polished the cabinets to shine, I hung up the business sign again, and received guests in twos and threes.

I had just sent away a wave of men in black who had entered the door at the same time, when I suddenly heard a loud cry.That is the sound of random steps!

"elder sister!"

Luanbu turned around and opened his hand to me who ran into the dressing room, I hugged him, he shook his head and pushed me away, and said in panic: "That kid is a thief! He stole my sister's novel!"

I groaned, I was too worried about my younger brother just now, but I didn't notice that there was someone missing in the locker room.The child's shoes were gone, and the small window in the dressing room was open, and there was a small stool under it. It is estimated that the stool was used to climb out of the small window.

Reassuring Luanbu, I said, "It's okay, it's just a novel. I thought something was wrong when you yelled so loudly."

"It's not all right! That's my sister's novel, the first book in your life, I haven't fully understood it yet!"

Luanbu was very excited and was about to jump off the bed and run outside, but I grabbed his collar and pulled him back. "Ranbujiang can't, it's so dark now, it's too dangerous."

In Yokohama at night, sometimes there will be mafia fighting for territorial separatism. The gunfire is already a characteristic of this place and a daily occurrence, but now you can occasionally hear a few gunshots like firecrackers.

I never thought of mentioning that Yokohama is so dangerous before. Both I and Ranpo are already used to this kind of sound, and I am used to ignoring it.

"It's gone if the novel is gone. My sister has memorized it all in her head. Anyway, I have to copy it on the manuscript paper for submission when I go back. Ah, and I have to translate it into Japanese."

"Really remember everything? Not a single word is wrong?"

"Yes, how could I forget what I wrote."

"But... that stinky brat, I still have to get the novel back. He must have stolen the novel after hearing me say it was written by my sister. I knew he was not a good person."

"It's just a notebook, so you should be accidentally lost by your sister."

Luanbu still didn't calm down. "You should pay more attention to your own things, maybe he takes them away and sells them."

I don't think that notebook can be sold, and I still have to coax this angry little ancestor.I don't know why, but I'm not surprised that the kid sneaked out of the window, because he is so special.

That was a very lonely kid. Although he didn't reject my kindness, he didn't feel any gratitude for the kindness. He was like a bystander, an observer, indifferent and never caring.

There are not many such children shrouded in loneliness in Yokohama, but he seems a little special.Of course, it's wrong to take my notebook away, no matter what the purpose is, I can't take the notebook without Ranpo's consent.

That notebook is what I give to Ranbu by default.

Next time if you have a chance to meet, be sure to talk about him.

The author has something to say: 11-year-old Dazai wants to write about a child who is a little autistic.Those who want to see Dazai fighting for favor may have to wait. Currently, he is a very difficult kid.

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Ranbu: I just wanted to show off, but I stole it directly, damn it!

Dazai: Novel is the price

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感谢在2020-11-0517:31:38~2020-11-0617:58:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Has Jiu also grown today? 8 bottles; Qingqingyan 6 bottles; Baifa Daihua 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!