Summer of Fireflies

Fa youth: "..."

As An An said, the young man is not only a waste of games, but also a hard worker in housework. Every time he wants to help me with housework, he will inevitably stumble.

For example, washing clothes broke the washing machine, the rice cooker burned out when I went into the kitchen, and my microwave oven was baked by the way... and all kinds of artificial disasters that I can't explain in words. To a certain extent, this is also a spectacle. I seriously doubt how the young man lived alone in his house so that his house was not burned down together.

The free labor of young people can only be used for cleaning the glass and mopping the floor at home, and it will become a destructive force for furniture at other times.

"I'm sorry, senior." The young man scratched his cheek in embarrassment, but he didn't help me. His expression looked very frustrated.

I pretended to be generous and patted the young man on the shoulder to express comfort, "It's okay, Mr. Zetian is a patient, and the patient should have a good rest." Although his illness has long been cured.

"..." The young man was silent.

In order to comfort the depressed young man, I winked at him mischievously, "Sawada-kun just treat it like... it's a vacation at home."

The long eyelashes were bent, and the young man finally smiled helplessly.

My happy life is basically composed of those trivial and repetitive boring daily routines: just like I worry about An An's food, clothing and education every day, going to work cannot be separated from work, and homework cannot be separated from work; just like An An except for weekends He spent all the time in the kindergarten, and his stomach is inseparable from the irrigation of sugar every day; just like young people who have nothing to do every day, they will sit on the balcony and read quietly, or ask me for advice on how to water the flowers.

My daily life has been walking along the life track of ordinary people. I never thought that one day, it would break away from the scope of ordinary people's life and go to a completely unknown direction. I never thought that I would see you again that person's day.

People always like to refer to irresistible things as irresistible destiny. If the encounter between me and that person is also regarded as an irreversible destiny, then such a destiny is not a predestined relationship between each other, but a mutual destiny. A fate that never ends.

A peaceful day may be the prelude to a storm.

The author has something to say: So I found that I couldn’t write dark articles at all, and I couldn’t write legends about the growth history of Sicilian fighting heroines. I can only write about the daily warmth of a family of three o(╯□╰)o

19. fiance

"Ding dong." I went out to open the door after hearing the doorbell, and the brother on the bicycle handed me a bouquet of roses, "Miss, your delivery for this weekend."

Roses are delivered every weekend, and the courier brother and I are almost familiar with each other.

The newly packaged 99 roses, I lowered my head and smelled the aroma of the roses, the rich fragrance is fragrant and pleasant, but it is a pity for these good flowers.

No matter how beautiful the bright flowers are, they will wither after a while. Instead of giving me the beautiful flowers, you might as well send me some rose seeds so that I can plant them in the soil.

Although I don't know who sent me roses every weekend, I always feel that this is a waste of roses.

It is not difficult to put bright roses in vases and change the water regularly, but the strange thing is that every time I receive the roses, the next day the number of roses in the vase will inexplicably wither more than half , I suspect that this matter is the ghost of the little guy secretly, but I have been suffering from no evidence to pursue it.

Even if those roses will wither in a few days, they are still the life of 99 flowers.

The road signs to protect flowers, plants and trees in the park tell us that any behavior that dares to deliberately destroy flowers is an unforgivable crime.

When I was making breakfast in the kitchen the next morning, I suddenly forgot that the bag of edible salt I bought yesterday was still in the hall and hadn’t been brought into the kitchen. I took off my apron and ran out of the hall, but accidentally saw the sneaky An An Standing in front of the vase of roses.

"An'an, what do you want to do with these roses?" I asked in amazement.

An An held a pair of scissors in his hand, and the rose petals scattered all over the ground. My sudden appearance made the little guy startled by me on the spot, and the scissors he held in his hand fell on the ground. On the ground, there was a crisp sound.

It should be the little guy who wanted to kill Rose, but I caught him.

Even if he didn't tell him about the roses, no matter how thick the paper is, it can't contain the fire. I think with the little guy's clever head, although it is impossible for him to guess the roses that will appear in the hall every week. Who sent it, but for the trivial matter of all the roses he hates being destroyed, I think he will be very happy to be the hidden culprit.

It is obviously a trivial daily drama of family warmth, why does it suddenly become a truth drama of detective suspense here?While I was puzzled in my heart, I rushed over and hugged the remaining broken roses together with the whole vase, and said sharply: "An'an, how do I usually teach you? Do you know that you Are you committing a crime against these innocent lives? Hurry up and apologize to these roses!"

"Lisa, you have wronged me." Picking up the scissors that fell on the ground, the little guy pouted with an extremely aggrieved expression, and complained, "It's all Lisa's fault that you ran out so suddenly that I accidentally slipped my hand .”

"...So those petals on the ground are the result of your slipping your hands?" I raised my eyebrows at the little guy's behavior of trying to hide it.

"That's not it." The little guy pouted, pointed at the messy petals on the ground and said with a righteous face: "Those are all done by flower pickers!"

I got angry for a while: "...Didn't the flower picker mean you?" A typical thief shouted "Catch the thief."

"Do you have evidence?" He imitated me and raised his eyebrows, his tone was triumphant, and taught me like a young adult: "Lisa, the police uncle said that without evidence, you can't spray people with blood."

"..." I think I was really choked by his anger.

Every time I fight with the little guy, sometimes I beat him a little bit more, sometimes he wins a little bit more than me, our mother and son fight back and forth with equal amounts of water.

Later, the little guy happily jumped back to his room, leaving me alone to sweep the petals for him helplessly.

"Is Gang Ji-kun going out?" I just finished washing the rice bowl when I saw the young man who was about to go out.

He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt inside, and a black striped tie on his chest was meticulously tied by him.

"Well, Mr. Prison Temple has already picked me up outside the door." The young man smiled at me warmly. When he turned around, the gentle light in his eyes and the morning light reflected a beautiful side face.

Since the youth vacation, he has resumed contact with Hayato Gudera, and I only know that today's youth is the first day back to work.

"Is it really okay if you don't move?" I asked worriedly.

"Is senior sister afraid that I won't be able to pay your rent?" The young man blinked at me, with a bright smile in his brown-gray eyes.

"I'm not worried about that." I shook my head gloomily.It doesn’t really matter whether the rent is paid or not. Although I don’t know what kind of job the young man does, but instead of moving back to his villa, he continues to live in my house. I’m afraid it will affect his normal work.

The young man seemed to know what I was worried about. He put on his shoes, turned around and smiled at me, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, senior, it won't affect my work."

Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, "Wait a minute." I stopped the young man, recalling the weather forecast that was played this morning, saying that the weather today is sunny in the morning, but there will be cloudy and light rain at noon that will last until night, and I turned to the room. I took an umbrella, "The weather forecast says it will rain today, you should be safe with an umbrella." I handed the umbrella to the young man.

"You take this too." In addition to the umbrella, I handed him a box of cookies, and I couldn't help but chatter to the young man: "The cookies were left over from yesterday. An An can't finish eating so much, if you are hungry, you can eat it as a snack."

I remember that sometimes I am so hungry when I go to work. Usually, I bring some snacks to work. This is a habit I have left behind for many years.

The young man froze for a moment, then took the umbrella and cookies from my hand and thanked me by the way, and finally walked out of the house.

I looked outside the door, and as expected, I caught a glimpse of a shiny black car in the corner outside the gate. After a while, a silver-haired young man came out to open the door for the young man. The two entered the car one after another, and the car drove out slowly. Street until I can see no more.

I turned around and walked back to the house, only to realize later that Hayato Kikuji loves his judaime so much, and he works with the young man. If it rains or the young man is hungry, the silver-haired young man will definitely give him an umbrella and food in advance. Prepare everything for the youth.

If that's the case, wouldn't my actions just now be superfluous?I was stunned for a rare moment, and had the illusion that I was worrying too much.

When I went to work the next day, Janice told Anna and I that she was going to get married next month. My manuscript trembled and I almost thought my ears were hallucinating.

Janice, who had lost her love a month ago and said that she no longer believed that men would live with money for the rest of her life, suddenly told me that she was going to get married, how could this not make me and Anna very terrified?

"Janice, don't you have a fever today?" I walked over and touched the little girl's head to make sure there was no sign of fever.

"You just have a fever!" Janice puffed up and slapped my hand off her forehead.

"Could it be that it rained a few days ago and was struck by lightning?"