The found Tuo is three and a half years old

I froze for a moment, not knowing whether to be surprised "Fyodor would want to give me a gift" or "Fyodor was able to win five thousand rubles from Alexei".

The floral dress in the window is very beautiful. It is exquisitely cut to fit the curve of the mannequin's body, and spread out at the waist, like a vine tree with its branches drooping under the weight of full-blown flowers.

"Why did you give me this?" I lowered my gaze and looked at the serious little Douding on the ground.

"Because I think Haruko will like it."

The little guy's purple-red eyes were rarely sparkling with excitement, shining brightly, which made his expression much more vivid.

But there still seems to be something wrong with this reason to me.

"Don't Haruko like it?"

Seeing that I didn't respond for a long time, Fyodor tilted his head slightly, and slapped his long eyelashes.

In fact, I can't say whether I like or dislike this kind of skirt, because I am not very picky about clothing.My lord father said that only those girls who serve people in Israel will pay special attention to dressing, and I don't need to be dressed up all the time like them——

I rarely wear such flamboyant clothes, or more precisely, rarely do I wear such elaborate dresses.I'm not quite sure if this style of dress is right for me, and I probably wouldn't have thought of trying it if I hadn't been reminded.

But if I have to say it, when I heard Fyodor say that he wanted to give me that skirt, after a brief moment of confusion, there was still a burst of joy in my heart. Compared with that skirt, Or the fact of receiving a gift is enough to make people feel happy.

So I bent my knees and squatted down, brought my eyes to Fyodor's level, patted the top of his hair, and said, "I like it very much."

"It seems that I didn't waste my efforts to support you for so long, and I know how to pay off the tip."

Fyodor's expression returned to his usual indifference, and he turned his head and walked into the shop regardless of the palm I placed on his hair.

It looked like he was being shy.

I laughed dumbfounded, raised my hand to grab his little hand that was still in front of me, and then stood up too.The little guy didn't struggle, so I led him into the shop together.

It wasn't until later that I realized that Fyodor didn't seem to have any hesitation or consideration at all when he gave me the gift for the first time, as if it had been decided in advance-but in fact, after I put He never took him to the department store after picking it up, so why he chose the dress for me with such precision is also a question worth pondering.

However, I was completely unaware of this when I was immersed in the joy of receiving the gift.

When going to the cash register to check out, Fyodor struggled on tiptoe, trying to pass a few crumpled banknotes in his pocket to the cash register window.

The window at the counter was obviously a bit high for his current stature, and I wanted to help him, but Fyodor insisted that he could do this kind of thing himself.

"Because I was the one who wanted to give Haruko a gift, so if I didn't do it myself, it wouldn't make sense."

Hearing what he said, the emotion called "touching" in my heart spread more and more.

At this moment, a contemptuous laugh that seemed to contain disdain came from next to my ear.

Even if the voice wasn't aimed at us, I still felt that this kind of laughter was a little bit embarrassing, almost out of instinct, I glanced in the direction of the source of the voice, and saw the little guy standing in the shadow of the counter.

He looks a little older than Fyodor, but he is only four or five years old. Qier's light water-colored hair is neatly trimmed, and a delicate little face reveals a kind of arrogance that seems to be invincible. He was staring at Fyodor with those ice-blue eyes, completely ignoring everything else around him—

Didn't even notice I was looking at him at all.

"So what do you need for a tip?" I asked.

As a result, that kid turned a deaf ear to my question, and still focused on Fyodor's every move.

very angry.

So I simply leaned directly in front of that kid, raised my voice and yelled at him:

"Hey!"

The kid was startled by my voice, and took half a step back toward the counter, only to hit the counter directly.He gave me a blank look, but immediately turned his head to the other side, raised his chin slightly, with a noble and glamorous expression on his face.

I owe a lot of beating.

"So what do you guys want to do? If you want to bully Xiaofei, I won't..."

"Haruko."

The corner of the clothes was suddenly pulled gently by someone, and my words were interrupted by a familiar voice behind me.

I turned around, only to see Fyodor standing behind me with a rather huge package for him.I hurriedly took the package from him, and Fyodor took my hand naturally:

"go home."

"Huh? So you came to this town specially for this?"

"Yes." Fyodor nodded: "Although the town is dangerous, I want to give Haruko this gift no matter what."

"So now we can go back."

"Go back?" Xiaotuanzi, who had been standing in the shadow of the counter, suddenly turned in front of Fyodor: "You guys don't think you can escape unscathed after entering the territory of the Necromancer Society."

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky."

Seeing the little blue-haired boy pronounce the string of names that I haven't pronounced well until now, I was somewhat depressed, but Fyodor, who was holding my hand, didn't seem to hear it. .

"Haruko, if I eat vegetable salad for lunch today, I don't want to eat carrots."

"...Hey!" The blue hairball who was ignored came up to Fyodor and yelled at Fyodor just like I did just now.

Fyodor barely glanced at him, his eyes full of indifference.

"So what's the matter with you?"

"I said! I am a member of the Necromancer Society!"

"Oh."

Fyodor responded with only a single syllable, nearly choking the blue-haired ball to death.

"That's why I said, this is the territory of the Necromancer Society, please make me aware!"

"So?" Fyodor still just replied lightly.

The small face of the blue-haired little dumpling turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was a little speechless for a while. Only then did Fyodor slightly raise the corners of his lips:

"So what if it's the territory of the Necromancer Society?"

"Anyway, Haruko will protect me."