General affairs girl

Choosing a ball gown for a lady is already a huge project, and it is the first time for Dorothy to choose clothes for herself. You must know that her original clothes were bought in advance for her after William measured the size.

When a girl is dazzled and anxious in a luxuriously decorated dress shop, she doesn't know what to do.In the funeral room on the other side, she made a decisive move and helped her choose the clothes with a smile, but Dorothy felt that the man's smile was not happy.

In the end, the funeral home fulfilled Dorothy's little dream.

That dress was something Dorothy couldn't even imagine, as if she was born with a beautiful style labeled "I'm expensive", and she felt that she was only qualified to wear that dress if she was a sparkling exotic princess.

The funeral home paid extravagantly. He took the skirt and gesticulated twice on her body. After visually measuring the size, he nodded and was about to take off this expensive dress.

Leaving the dress shop, on the way back.Dorothy hugged the skirt, her eyes froze and she felt that the world was a little unreal.Feeling very happy in a trance, very shallow joy.

I don't know if it's for the skirt or for something else.

Well, whatever.

We all seem to have enjoyed some extremely superficial things when we were young.

...oh no, it's not superficial...

Those joys, from the heart, are definitely not cheap.

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"morning."

A white shirt with black pajama pants. The silver-haired man was leaning against the head of the bed, lazily leaning against the folded quilt, with half of his body sunk in it.Half-closed his blue-gold eyes, raised his chin slightly at her, and said good morning slowly.

"I woke up so early today, Xiaosheng hasn't called you yet~"

The funeral room seemed to be in poor spirits, struggling to stand up, and while yawning, reached out to reach for the clothes hanging on the hanger beside the bed.

After Dorothy glanced at the source of the sound in a daze, she stared straight at the ceiling and waited for her eyes to refocus.Her eyes were hard to focus after losing the death glasses.After her vision became clearer, the little black-haired girl shook her head like a puppy, and was about to clear her head and start getting dressed, but when she was about to do it, she found that she couldn't move.

Looking down, she found that she was tied up with the quilt, and she couldn't move like a chubby cloth bug...

On the other side, the funeral room slowly reached his clothes, and he was not in a hurry to change immediately. He sat on the edge of the bed with his head down and stretched out his arms to rub his temples leisurely.

"You don't kick the quilt honestly when you sleep, cover it and kick it again and again, Xiaosheng thinks it's troublesome and tied you up~"

"I really admire your brother for enduring you..."

The tone of the funeral room was flat, and the free hand began to unbutton his collar one by one.

With astonishing strength, the girl broke free from the rope just by moving her body. Unable to bear the cold of the winter morning, she was reluctant to get up and shrank carefully into the quilt, complaining softly.

"My brother, and I don't kick the quilt..."

She didn't finish what she said after that.

The man's finger was on her lips.

"Well, don't talk~ Xiaosheng didn't sleep well and now he has a headache."

With a gentle smile, he paused every word, and his slender and beautiful fingers pointed at her lips.

"Or, do you really want to sleep in Xiaosheng's special sleeping coffin?"

Dorothy still had a blank expression, she shrank her neck and hid herself under the quilt for some reason.

It's not a big deal for the little girl to kick the quilt. The problem is that she snatched the quilt from the funeral room next to her without a quilt last night, and got into someone's arms directly, so it can be said that her guardian didn't sleep well all night.

Resisting the urge to kick the little girl down, he got up and picked out a quilt for her. The funeral home admired his patience.

Anyway, if you wake up, you won't be able to fall asleep.

"I'm sorry." She replied sullenly.

"Xiaosheng knows, the next time you have a nightmare, remember not to hug someone and call him daddy, and don't stick your head out later." The funeral home casually tied up his too long silver hair and began to undress.

"Well." The funeral home sighed.

The so-called daily life is that Dorothy sits quietly at the door of the coffin shop and reads a thick human book, while the funeral home browses the theater of death that she borrowed in the room.From time to time, he burst into laughter.

Girls basically read everything, like "Basic Etiquette for Ladies", or a book of "Fighting Encyclopedia", "You talk about me, everyone talks about you", "The two hundred and fifty handsome men we admired together back then, scum, Miscellaneous books like Violent Madness, Little Quietness.Occasionally, I also look at the books collected by my brother and grandpa in the bookcase of my house.

William's "What Can I Do to Save You, My Zodiac——On the Education of Younger Brothers" was written by the author with blood and tears, and touched her for a long time. In contrast, her grandfather's "Tiger Mother Wolf Dad "Extreme Education" was directly ignorant by her, and she dug a pit and buried it in the backyard of the ceremonial house. By the way, she stepped on the pit a few times to level the soil.

she's not stupid really...

Even though she likes to read a lot of books with a wide range, she has never had the courage to read the Theater of Death borrowed from the funeral home.How to read the life of an ordinary person in its entirety, listen to the voice in his heart tell the joys and sorrows, and then laugh lightly.

Well, you are so human.

You need to know that you don’t need too much substitution to read that kind of thing, you are just reading a book, after all, you need to read a lot to be a god of death.

It is really only force to pass...

So the funeral home often complained that her grandfather was too strict with her, and her psychological quality was not enough, so she became the god of death. He played with Charles and Elizabeth every day at his place, and did not listen to him well, and her mental age could not improve. .The chattering made her want to hold her head in aggrieved manner.

But usually he stops halfway through his whining.Then he reached out and rumpled her hair with a smile.

Well~~~~ It's good for you to be like this, anyway, you are spoiled by your brother, let's wait a few years and talk about it.

After all, the god of death is very boring~

Funeral home sternness has always been rare.

Sure enough, I am not mature enough, thinking of this.Dorothy sighed and continued to flip through the books on her lap, her poor eyes started to blur again after reading for a long time.

After reading the book for a long time, you should look at the distance and look at the green, pay attention to your eyes, sister, be good, brother will be sad if you are not good... William's exhortation is still in my ears.You must know that her brother's brainwashing skills have always been very strong since childhood.

To look at the green plants, listen to my brother.A line like a subtitle kept scrolling in her mind.

Greenery?The retired god of death is happy and quiet. The side near the coffin shop is desolate. The nearest farm is a few hundred meters away. I don’t know what is buried under the soil. There is no grass growing, and there is not even a hair nearby...

Senior was too lazy to weed, so he just buried some bad things...

The little girl sighed silently, chose to follow Jane, found a green cauliflower from the kitchen, and stared at it in a daze.Hanging her waist and staring at a cauliflower, even she herself felt a little silly doing so after a long time.

Not long after, a visitor came, a young boy with dark blue hair and drooping eyes.With a stern face, the boy spoke to his good friend and best friend Dorothy. "Call me the shop owner..."

Dorothy looked away from the cauliflower, then looked up.

Under the backlight, the figure of the young man overlapped with that of the young man with the same dark blue hair, standing in the same position as before, smiling at her.

dazzled her eyes.

Trance is like a world away.

After waiting for a while and seeing no response from Dorothy, the little boy curled his lips and stretched out his finger to poke her forehead, while the deacon behind him smiled and said it was okay, and then said to her, "I don't like other people's inefficiency the most." Come on, you little slag with only five fighting strengths, don't force labor and management to bombard you to call someone, speed up, or kill you with one bite" eyes.

Creatures like demons have always been very connotative. They often smile and then groan in their hearts. In fact, they never look at ordinary people.whispering sound. ——"The Great Illustrated Book of Demons, Must-Read Lists in and Out of the Death Classroom"

Dorothy looked at Sebastian, and suddenly thought of this sentence.More often than not, the melancholy that spoils the atmosphere is genuine.

She shook her head and sighed, then went to call someone.

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The devil talked with the god of death in the house, and offered him funny jokes in exchange for the necessary information for his contractor.

And the boy was chatting with his friend outside the house without saying a word.

He said.

Those who played flying chess with his father all died, because they all died in accidents during the cleaning on the same day as the Great Fire of London.

then.

The boy is about to start practicing billiards, he is not tall enough, and he himself feels ridiculous standing at the pool table, but he can't show it.

His hands are not long enough, and he has to lean forward very hard when playing. He bruised his waist during practice yesterday, and he didn't say it hurts.

Unable to understand the conspiracy theory, he dismissed the deacon. He gritted his teeth and cried while reading page by page.Suddenly, I felt that what I hated was actually my weak self.

Last night, the enemy's family came to the door. When the deacon killed someone, his voice was very loud, and the blood splashed all over the yard.It was disgusting to watch, and then I had nightmares.

At last.

Isn't it ridiculous that you say all of this?

The boy sat next to the little girl and asked this question.

Girl Dorothy looked at the sky without saying a word, and the two children fell silent together.

Thinking about it later, this was also the last time in Dorothy's memory that Charles talked to her in such a tone, talking about a profound topic.

The inner demon finally hit the laughing point of the God of Death.

Then Dorothy said goodbye to the boy.

The little boy straightened his back and walked far, far away.

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When it got darker, Dorothy would go home too.Her 20934 anniversary of the Grim Reaper ended early.

While the funeral home felt that he could finally sleep well, he told her to remember to come and accompany him on vacation.Dancing has been practiced by himself, and he does not intend to instruct Dorothy himself.

The big house was lit with lights.The elder brother who worked overtime had just come back, and was wearing a white apron hanging around his waist, carefully ironing the lace on the underwear for the younger sister who couldn't do housework at all.

Hear her footsteps.

Brother William raised his head and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose habitually.

"Welcome home."

He said so.

Dorothy thought about it, and shook out her new dress - "I'm expensive".

"Brother, brother, can you iron it and hang it up for me?"

It wasn't a dress she could dance in.

The author has something to say: My Black Butler manga hasn't arrived yet!

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But Ah Lu's long comment called me back in advance.

I don't tell you the plot to be followed, you know it.

I haven't finished it yet, let's talk about the summer vacation...