Social animals don't deserve love

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The default ringtone of the mobile phone woke me up from the dark and dark sleep. I reached out from under the quilt and touched the pillow before I found the hard-working communication tool. I squinted and looked out the window-it wasn't long before dawn.

The handyman from the cleaning company has come to the front desk of the hotel, and it is he who is calling me.

They have successfully completed the cleaning work yesterday, and they can return the key and get a signature to get it back in exchange for salary.I'm never critical in this regard, as long as the other party meets the basic requirements, I can simply conclude a deal so that he can go back early to earn the next money.

I understand the burden a man may bear in life. After all, my friend is a magical existence who has raised five bear children by himself. If it were not for accidents, he would probably be able to continue to support them until he became independent.To be honest, I don’t like children very much, so I only gave them some used painting materials and picture books as toys. I really saw those children through the photos that appeared in the mailbox together with the posthumous manuscripts.

It makes me so sad that I could have given them so much more.

——The weather was fine that day. I just finished my work, and I was sleeping with my pillow in my hands. I seemed to hear something outside the door in a trance.When I opened the door with a glass of water to find out, I only saw the wind blowing through the empty corridor, and the poor mail box that was stretched and cracked.

Later, I saw from the surveillance provided by the property that the red-haired young man with a serious expression stuffed the bag containing things into the mailbox. He seemed to have wanted to ring the doorbell, but finally chose to give up.

This was the last time I saw Oda Sakunosuke. At that time, I didn't realize what was going to happen next. It was only after a month that I suddenly realized that something seemed wrong. When I tried to contact him again, I found that his communication number had been canceled.I was terrified, and hurried to Zi Zixuan to find out about the situation with my boss, only to learn that the fat boss passed away a month ago due to an accidental involvement in gang grievances...

Ziyuxuan is a great curry restaurant, especially its spicy curry rice, which is simply irresistible for spicy lovers.Oda Sakunosuke will be there at least two days a week, if there is any urgent need for his help, you can ask the boss to take a call.But the current situation is that the phone cannot be reached, and the boss has gone to heaven. I have no idea how to find an ordinary or even a bit down-and-out red-haired young man from the nearly 400 million people in Yokohama.

I went to many places, including hospitals and police stations, but no one could give me an answer.I was in a hurry and went to the doctor. I asked a father of Party A to look up the population registration information, and finally found the news that Oda Sakunosu was suspected of helping him. Only then did I know that the future partner writer who was promised that day boarded the hell special train alone and never returned.

sigh.

Unexpectedly, the honest and honest Mr. Oda seems to have some inextricable connections with the social groups in the port, so that the police kept secret about this abnormal death.What else can I do?I'm just an unknown painter, and I'm not a bigwig who can fight against the administration, so I can only bow my head and accept the result.

Then I thought of the fact that the boss of Ziyuxuan passed away due to a gang conflict, and Oda Sakunosuke was related to the gang. There would be no such coincidence in the world.So I went to the public cemetery where the fat boss was buried, and it took only an hour to find the friend who had made me travel for months among the tombstones overlooking the sea.

Behind his tombstone stands a lush tree, the light and shadow are silent, and the saturation is so high that the dazzling green is shrouded in the new stone. The five adopted children are buried not far away.

I want to be a noisy family in another world...

"Sheng Hui!"

The energetic voice of the cleaning guy woke me up from my memories. I thanked him. I hesitated for a while with the "cleaning service invoice" and decided to return the room card and move today.

Just two suitcases, really easy to pack.

No one would come to visit, so the living room was requisitioned as a studio.The sideboard was changed into a storage cabinet for painting materials, and the dining table was a work table. Before I felt hungry, the suitcase was emptied and put into the storage room. The whole space was empty like a tomb independent of the ground.

I opened my hand account and checked the to-do items one by one. After ticking off a few columns, I took my wallet and mobile phone keys and went to Chinatown, where I could find delayed breakfast and pets.Although I don't like to go out, but...why not do things that make me happy?

The meeting with Machiko is scheduled for tomorrow, and I still need to prepare a souvenir so that I can come to trouble my old classmate.Even if they can describe each other as an employment relationship, they still want to put on a layer of warmth in the cold reality.I know I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff, but I'm still struggling to keep my eyes up.

Chinatown in Yokohama is a magical place.Ah, no, it should be said that Chinatowns all over the world are very magical. Although I can't fully understand the excitement, I can't help but be attracted by the vitality and excitement released there.There's good food to eat, pet shops with unique hunting ranges, and urban ghost stories that send chills down your spine.

——Wonton noodles are delicious, and the lady boss’s loud voice is very kind. It would be great if no one sat behind me and discussed supernatural stories loudly.

Carrying a meat bag that was almost bigger than my face, I looked at several shops, and I heard a small and weak voice crying for help under the noisy bustle.

In any case, I do not recommend that young ladies leave the main road at will and go to the small and deep alleys alone. No matter how safe the city is, there is a possibility of encountering villains. If there is a high probability that we will not be able to wait for help, we must learn to protect ourselves.

But today, I just want that little thing to stop crying.

Look, the weather is so good today, don't feel sorry for the lost things.

Turning around the corner of the hotel and walking into the deserted alley, the stone pavement seems to be soaked in oil, only the middle is dry and grayish white, and with two clear ruts, it can be confirmed that this is where the back kitchen of the hotel enters and exits the ingredients and food. place for residue.There is an indescribably strange smell in the air, like the quiet rotting leaves in a dense forest, and I feel like I am in the wet rain without green at this moment.

It didn't take long to find a small orange-white with great potential outside the wooden board suspected to be the back door, shivering into a ball.

Covered in mud, water and oil, it is a very standard stray cat.

The kitten, covered in eye feces, smelled the scent of a stranger and desperately swung its limbs in the opposite direction in an attempt to escape, but found the delicious smell of cooked meat in the next second.

With slightly cool fingers, the piece of meat was blown to his mouth, and the top of his head was gently stroked without hesitation. This is the man, the legendary excrement shoveler who is worthy of a cat's paw and stamp for the rest of his life.

I broke off the meat bag, crushed the minced meat inside and fed the little stray a few mouthfuls, and put the remaining part next to the cat’s mouth with a paper towel—it is small, but it has a posture of eating meat. There is a fierce meaning in it, and it looks like it can survive.

After feeding the cat for safety reasons, I exited this alley and walked along the lively pedestrian street for 5 minutes. The idea of ​​going to a pet shop to pick a cherished pet suddenly faded away.

I don’t think I’m a very patient person, and even such a major life issue as feeding my stomach hastily handed over to convenience stores. Many editors who have worked with me suspect that I am actually an alien creature that does not need to eat food... …

However, the more precious pets mean the more careful care they need, and tragedies may happen if they are not careful. Generally speaking, they are not suitable for owners like me.

If I really want to raise an animal, I think I would rather choose the little orange and white just now, at least in case I am blessed by the Lord one day, it can find its own way to survive.

It's good to be alive.

As a result, when I turned back and looked again, the cat was gone, and the meat stuffing in the meat bun was clean.

Forget it, maybe this is the legendary no fate.

Leaving Chinatown empty-handed, I secretly conceived a plan of "substituting buying instead of buying" in my heart.

It is not allowed to rape the same kind in the street, but if you kill a stray cat, no one would mind.

Like a weasel wandering around, I wanted to walk all the way back to Yata's house by myself.My parents got married five years before I got married. It was also at that time that I gritted my teeth and took out a loan to buy the house in front of me, so I no longer wandered around renting a house.

After moving in, they asked someone to plant a cherry tree in the not-so-spacious yard, hoping to have a daughter as lovely as cherry blossoms in the coming year.

My mother once said that my father had negotiated with the sapling merchant to buy Somei Yoshino, but it took three years after planting and flowering to find that the cherry blossoms that were shaken wildly by me, who was drooling all over my face, turned out to be white...

What about the romantic fan you talked about?

Of course, they were deceived by the seedling merchants, but after several struggles, they were still reluctant to cut down this cherry blossom, which was completely different from what they imagined. They just let it take root in my yard and grow taller. After a few years, even Had to remove some of the fence to allow it to slope outside to get more sunlight.

Just as they tolerated me who failed to grow into a gentle lady as expected, my parents also tolerated this white cherry blossom that they didn't like.

Now the cherry blossoms are very big.

During the few years when my parents passed away and I moved to stay with Mr. Sakaguchi, it grew into a big tree alone, which could cover the windows tightly.

The maggot-attached loneliness is like a snake spreading coldly along the ankle, hesitating between me and the cherry tree, as if hesitating which one to choose as a nest.

Feeling for the keys in my pocket, I was just about to open the door and go in to sleep in the dark, when the sound of the car engine from far and near distracted my attention.

The vast majority of people living in the community are silver-haired people, and few of them are willing to go in and out of the car.

The purely old and the purely young have no way to accurately control the limbs, so they prefer to walk slowly on the flat road to enjoy the sunshine and the rare peace.

Both humans and animals are curious, and I am no exception.Holding the key, I stood outside the gate and turned to look in the direction of the car. I was surprised to see it slide to a stop under the cherry tree.

Is the power of money really so smooth?

A young man holding an umbrella walked out of the pure black high-end car... a man?It should be a man, the beauty beyond imagination can also transcend the shackles of gender, it is probably him.The strange-colored eyes made me think of those overly beautiful creatures in nature. In this regard, he doesn't really look like a human being.

"Good day. Found you at last."

The person under the umbrella raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were calm and unwavering.

Where is my head?Who can help me find it?What's the situation?