Social animals don't deserve love

"What? What did you say you need me to do?"

During dinner, Jinghua told me a very important event - her middle school will hold a school festival next week.

"Students who draw the long-term lottery need the cooperation of their guardians and stand at the door." The little girl lowered her head and thought about it, then changed her voice and said, "I can ask Yasha to..."

"That's going to cause an accident." I smiled and pinched her face: "Don't be stern, I'm glad I can do something for you. Is it a class activity in the coffee shop?"

"Well...the proceeds will be used to buy books and donate to the orphanage in addition to the cost."

Jinghua's big gray-blue eyes were covered with a look of nostalgia: "There are still many children who are not as lucky as me, and I want to do something for them."

"Yes, in addition to accompanying you to participate in the activities, I can also help the teachers contact the publishing house to buy some cheaper books, as long as it is not affected, and use the limited funds to buy a few more books."

I piled the plates together for her, and Jinghua consciously picked up the other tableware scattered on the low table: "Thank you..."

"Thank you so much, why don't you just smile?" Passing the hot milk in hand, the orange light reflected a circle of golden ripples on the rim of the cup.Jinghua blinked, and the corners of her mouth curled up.Although it is not obvious, it can make people feel the truth of her joy at the moment.

The little girl opened her schoolbag and started to do her homework, and I put the tableware piled aside into the sink.Suddenly someone knocked on the dormitory door, and an unfamiliar voice came in: "Is this Miss Yada? I have your email."

mine?

I answered while wiping my hands, walked to the door and took a look outside before I opened the door a little: "I didn't order takeaway, and I didn't have any mail-order products, did I send them by mistake?"

Yata is not a rare surname, there are so many people in Yokohama, there are definitely not a few young women with the surname Yata.The courier rummaged through the receipt for a while, and said firmly: "There is no wrong delivery. The items sent from abroad are mainly textiles...and daily necessities."

"Huh?" I opened the door and went out to look down at the sender's name he pointed out to me. The "Sigma" spelled out in hiragana made me unable to complain.

It turned out that a well-meaning Russian friend gave it to my distant relative.

"Σ" means summation, a mathematical code, which can be seen as a pseudonym at a glance.

"Ah... I remembered, I'm sorry to waste your time, sorry."

Since it was a gift from an undeniable relative, it must have been written by Dostoevsky behind it, so if you refuse it, you can't refuse it, you can only accept it.I thanked the courier for signing the receipt, and the other party wiped off his sweat and complained slightly: "There are too many things."

Following his gestures, he could see a few cardboard boxes still placed on the open space downstairs: "..."

The postage fee probably exceeds the value of the item, what kind of sincere relative is this!Doesn't seem to match the style of the Russians?

The courier rushing to get off work was obviously unwilling to carry the box upstairs for me.Now that it's time for others to rest, I don't want to embarrass him, so I return the signed form and let him go.Fortunately, A Dun, who lives next door, heard the noise and opened the door, and saw me moving the box in a precarious state.

"Sister Chuuxue...is it the day of the big discount on the website?" The white-haired boy stepped forward to take the package in my hand and ran upstairs: "I'll carry it up for you, be careful not to fall."

I really envy people with different abilities, not to mention the convenience of various abilities, this physical fitness alone makes me feel envious and jealous from the bottom of my heart.

If I were allowed to move slowly by myself, it would take at least an hour for so many boxes, and Atsushi Nakajima completed them all in 15 minutes.

"Where should I put it?" These boxes can't be thrown outside the door to block the road. He stood at the door of my house in embarrassment: "Where is Socrates?"

The full-fledged Orange Bai hid in the closet when the courier made his voice, and was looking out with two ears and half of his head: "Meow!"

"Please put it in the living room. Thank you." I pointed to him the empty living room where the low table was removed.

It had been many days since A-Dun joined the Armed Detective Agency, and Socrates' reaction no longer exuded rejection from every hair on his body as before.

"it is good!"

After carrying the courier in two or three trips, the little tiger wiped his body twice with his hands back and forth, squeezed a piece of apple rabbit from the plate I handed over, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Call me if you need to install it."

He thought I bought some big piece of furniture, he said hello and ate an apple, turned around and ran away with a "da da da".Socrates just jumped out of the closet and sniffed the boxes one by one, while I took out the utility knife and called Jinghua to be on guard at any time.

In case something terrible pops out of the box... Anyway, let's stab it first!

When I opened it, I found that it was full of food, clothing, and bits and pieces that might be used in life—it was as if the relative named Sigma ransacked a supermarket, and there were even various flavors of Mento in the package. think have it?

Hello!Anyway, I also live in Yokohama, and it's not a small fishing port in the countryside!

"..." I don't know how to complain anymore, obviously Dostoevsky needs this more than me.

Jinghua was also taken aback by all kinds of daily necessities spilling all over the floor. Only Socrates, who was going in and out of cardboard boxes, was so happy that he was deformed. The two of us were at a loss when we saw the living room that was empty just now and now completely buried.

"Should... there will be a letter?"

After rummaging for a while, I finally found the envelope from one of the boxes, which was heavy.

Tear off the wax seal to open the letter, and the letter paper is filled with beautiful fonts.The person who wrote the letter was very sweet and made a point of using my native language.

From the beginning to the end, you can see Sigma's attention and care for "relatives" at any position between the lines.

Even if I'm just a "relative" who bought one and got one free.

The way he shows caring is kind of weird, but considering how this guy appears out of nowhere... I don't think I can be too hard on a three year old who learns the world in a few days.

"In short...clear out the living room first, distribute some that are not needed, and then donate some, together with those books."

It will probably take my next life to consume so many daily necessities and food, it is really angry and funny.

So the next day everyone heard that I had a distant relative who looked like a rich man, the kind who sent emails to discuss plans.

Mr. Ranpo put on his glasses for the first time after laughing a lot and stared at me from beginning to end for more than half an hour, which obviously exceeded the general reasoning time, so that everyone couldn't help holding their breath as much as possible.Finally, he took off his glasses and curled his lips: "I hope I won't be an enemy in the future."

Restricted by the hypnotic influence left by Dostoyevsky, I couldn't open my mouth to deny this relationship, so I had to find another way: "gentle and persistent."

"The economic conditions are good." The detective immediately connected.

I nodded and lowered my eyes: "The manager has certain powers."

"I often contact the rich and powerful." He took out a box of limited edition chocolates from the package, opened it and ate one, and then looked at the foreign dolls that rolled down next to him: "All over the world."

Recalling the blank address bar, I thought of something: "Lonely overseas."

"The high seas? No, the sky." Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the sofa thinking about his life, joined the guessing fun. He turned over, the windbreaker straps hanging on the ground: "Casino."

"That is indeed an area you are more familiar with." Mr. Ranpo has tried four or five kinds of snacks that are all in foreign languages. He puts the ones he likes in the drawer, and piles up the ones he doesn't like as if he intends to distribute them to others.

"Blowing snow sauce, can you find a way to get in?" The person on the sofa made a lazy voice, and I thought for a while: "Which one do you want?"

"Identity as a tourist." He sat up with a "hey" and said, "I've never been to a casino for fun, do you want to take A Dun to see the world?"

If it's for sightseeing... I clenched my fists and said, "I have to prepare a suitable suit for A-Dun."

"Ah?" For some reason, the topic turned to him, the young man was full of confusion: "Suits?"

"Yeah, even though it's a place of sensuality, casinos are also considered public social occasions. I'm afraid you'll be thrown out by the security guards if you look like this." Answering his questions while flipping through the address book, I quickly found the person I was looking for.

That's right, it was Miss Qian who ran away from home and lived in the Cowherd's shop for several months.If there is no miscalculation, she will never miss such an "interesting" place.

We have always kept in touch in private, but we never went shopping together in the Cowherd Store.

——It’s not right for two women to chat with male publicists together, no matter how you think about it?

The pink sapphire ring was sent back to Miss Qian a few days later, and it was the gem merchant Richard who brought the owner to the door to apologize.

The truth of the matter was revealed.

It was the bearer's grandmother who stole the ring, who also died a few years ago.Because of this ring, the poor woman who had to become a thief and barely raise her daughter was tortured by guilt all her life, and could not find peace before she died.

In order to let her elders put down their obsessions and go to the other side safely, her descendants bravely admitted the fact that the ring was stolen, and offered to return it and apologize.

Later, the ring was donated to the museum by Miss Qian, and many people who were waiting to see the joke were stunned.

When she called to tell me about this incident, her elated voice almost rushed out of the phone. Anyone could hear the joyful laughter and bold background sound.

Thinking of Miss Qian's preferred type, I don't think it's a big problem to throw out Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi's looks. A few sightseeing invitations are not a big problem.

"Oh~ I hate it, Fuxue-chan, how do you know that I'm looking for a rich sister to share in love with~"

Dazai's whole body became inexplicably angry as if suddenly covered with a soft light, and he really seemed to have a bit of a top card posture.Atsushi Nakajima, who was intimidated by his "explosive words", smiled and wiped his cold sweat. When he looked carefully, his eyes were lost. Obviously, he had made up at least [-] words in his brain.

In other words, Mr. Kunikida is not here at the moment, otherwise none of us can escape the end of being preached.

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