General affairs girl

Happiness is that the person who waved "goodbye" in the morning came back in an ordinary way at night, with his schoolbag left in the same corner and smelly sneakers stuffed under the same chair.

——Watch off

Laces of various sizes and colors, all kinds of fancy colors, are scattered and piled up on the puppeteer's small workbench.The orange-haired puppeteer was busy cutting a piece of silk without raising his head, while Liz, who was plain and obviously a little excited, chatted without saying a word.

And his shop seems to be selling dreams, all kinds of dolls are sitting quietly, so beautiful.

The room is dark, the puppeteer's lace is very thin, and the ribbon is also very thin, so he can see carefully with his eyes.The stool had no backrest, and his seemingly thin back was hunched forward.

Dorothy withdrew her gaze from the dress doll, frowned, and stammered, as if talking to herself, she made a suggestion that was probably a suggestion.

"... Isn't it brighter outside?"

The puppeteer stopped his movements, raised his head, looked out the window with his dark eyes, looking at the sky like a child.

"Isn't it raining today? Great, I can go out and bask in the sun."

He answered so presciently, with an innocent face that made people wonder how to evaluate it.

Dorothy looked away in embarrassment at the climbing rose vines on the opposite wall. Liz burst out laughing, pulled the awkward friend over, opened the glass door and asked the puppeteer with a smile.

"Mr. Dorossel Keynes, do you want to go to the alley to bask in the sun?"

"Oh, okay." When it came to basking in the sun, the puppeteer's stiff and beautiful face slowly showed a somewhat elated expression. Without much hesitation, he quickly tidied up the scattered ribbons, carrying his own The little bench, looking at Liz with shining eyes like a child preparing to go on a spring outing.

"Let's go."

Liz silently twitched the corners of her mouth.

The alley was deep, and at the corner, an old man was sitting on a low stool, wearing presbyopic glasses, lowering his head and repairing a broken high-heeled shoe.A cat was dozing at the old man's feet.

Letting the faint sunlight shine on him, Mr. Puppeteer found an empty seat and put down his stool. With a somewhat gratified smile, he silently continued to lace the ribbon in his hand.

Liz then waved him goodbye.Walk out of the alley.

……

It was only an hour or two.

When I went back, the people gathered in the hall to discuss matters had almost dispersed. Mrs. Hong found a seat by the window and leaned on the sofa to drink black tea leisurely. Mr. Deacon was bending over with a tray full of tea sets His right hand elegantly cleared the dining table.That slightly bleak smile looked like postpartum depression in the thin sunlight, his dear young master was squatting on the window sill, opened the window and shouted to the outside, "Where are you, Elizabeth, where are you... ..." The deacon couldn't help but feel sad.

Dorothy looked at the handsome demon deacon and kept thinking for a long time. Then she took out a portrait of Mrs. Red that Charles drew when she was five years old, which could scare people to death. , Little by little, he got close to the deacon's root, carefully tugged at the deacon's sleeve, and shook out that divine act like offering a treasure.

"What do you think of this painting, sir?"

The deacon smiled and kept praising her for her good painting and artistic talent.

...this product is really scum.Dorothy summed it up like this.He was very courageous, so he leaned over to ask a few more questions without giving up.

"Mr. Deacon, why do you always put on a donkey face?"

The deacon with a bleak smile froze for a moment and then became calm.

"Ah, have you been discovered by this lady? Well, no matter what, I have not been a deacon for many years, and now suddenly there is an excellent master, and I don't know what to do for a while, it is really troublesome."

Infertility at a young age, having a child in later years, overjoyed but worrying about gain and loss, both joy and worry come to my mind-is it really postpartum syndrome?

The man rambled on.

"But I will get familiar with the job as soon as possible, after all—"

"What is wider than the sea is a man's feelings, isn't it!"

With an elegant smile, killing with one word emptied the black-haired girl's HP invisibly.

... She sat back on the sofa, but her mind was blank.

What's the matter, did you hear something strange just now?

no……

It's just a demon saying to me "It's a man's feelings that are wider than the sea"

……Hahaha……

The author has something to say: The next chapter is dedicated to funeral houses...

Well, I just finished making up lessons today, I made up for 5 days and then school starts on the 6th...