Dereliction of duty · 90 years in the new calendar

Xus: Now, Zor, thanks.

Zolf: Huh?You're welcome... what are you thanking for?

Xus: I finally understand how much you tolerated back then.

...I mean, obviously at that time——

Zolf: Shhh.

Zor's reaction was quick, and he understood the meaning before he finished speaking. (Although this is not surprising for two people who have a tacit understanding for a long time)

He also reached out and blocked Xus' mouth.

The originally quite spacious quilt seemed crowded.

Zolf: - Besides Miss Cyn, is there anyone else?

...For example, someone who is an older brother.

Usually, what Zor can think of, Xus can certainly do too.

At church yesterday, he did ask.

Xus: "Although Sister Cyn is a troublesome type who does what she thinks."

"I don't believe you implicate others for no reason."

Zolf: Her answer?

Xus: Nod.

Flo's parents had been churchgoers.

She disappeared mysteriously shortly after giving birth.

That's all. The church didn't take over the obligation to support her.

Flo was born at the end of the 60s of the new calendar. During that period, Cyn was away on business, so I only heard about the child later.

It's too late, and young Flo has been thrown into some hellish place, where he's enduring hardship and living with the goal of surviving.

Zolf: Are his parents... still alive?

Xus: No deaths recorded, over there at the church.

At the same time, there is no evidence to prove that it is alive.

Personally, I tend to "live", it touches.

——"Flood and I have nothing to do with each other."

She said so.

Deliberately imitating the tone of a woman (especially if it's Cyn's slapstick) is not suitable for Xus.

Although Xus' voice is indeed a bit thinner as a male, it's still not reduced to femininity.

So, after hearing this sentence, Zor froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Xus: ...don't laugh.

Hey!

Fine.

I didn't see Vein, but sister Cyn mentioned him.

Zolf: His orders?Or at least, cooperation?

Xus: Cooperation.

Sister Cyn... I want to see the old me.

Vein just has a grudge against Flo.

... I don't know if I can give her a good memory if I beat her up for now.

Zolf: ...How much did you beat up?

Xus thought back a little.

He used to have a hobby of observing other people's painful expressions, but he no longer has it.

Perhaps it was because of the extremity before, but now that the hobby has changed, it has become extremely uninterested.

Xus: Hmm...

It's not serious to the extent that I can't take care of myself for two or three days.

Zor doesn't speak.Wrapped in the quilt, he silently moved to the side of the bed.

Seeing him like this, Xus was a little annoyed, more amused.

Xus: It wasn't you who hit me.

Zolf: I know, you've never had domestic violence... uh.

Xus: Why?

Zolf: How should I put it, Miss Cyn still has a church to manage.

You're like this... not so good.

Of course, Xus has considered this question.

Talk to Sister Cyn and teach her a lesson, this happened "yesterday".

Xus: Don't worry, there will be a way.

……a bit sleepy.

It wasn't long after eight o'clock in the evening, so logically speaking, it wasn't time to get sleepy yet.

Maybe it's because of the alternating cold and warm?After staying in the snow for a long time and then returning to the warm nest, it is indeed easy to fall into a haze without being tired.

Yawning is no longer enough.

Zolf: Go to bed early?

Xus: No, not yet… probably.

— Hey.

Since he still doesn't want to sleep while talking, if he stays under the quilt again, he may break his promise in half a minute.

Xus sat up in a jerk, startling Zor who was curled up next to him.

He was too close to the bed...just a bang.

The next second was a painful moan - he knew he was ashamed, so he didn't make his voice too miserable.

Xus: ...poof.

Zolf: ...don't laugh.

Hello! ……Fine.

Evened out.

A familiar conversation.

The two looked at each other, and both were amused by each other.

The air in the room was still cold, which was hard to change after all.

But with this guy by my side... It doesn't seem to matter whether it's cold or not.

Xus stretched, remembering that there were still two bags waiting for him to deal with in the living room.

He didn't ask Zor to follow him all the time, but this big dog is too loyal and will stick around without giving orders.

Xus: It's all notes, this bag is full of notes, and the other bag is full of notebooks.

The paper slips and notebooks were all neatly stacked, and the bags were opaque, so no gaps could be seen from the outside.

...The words "garbage" and "garbage" are clearly written on the bag.

Zolf: How?

Xus: I haven't sorted it out yet, I just put it together.

Let's arrange the new and old first.

There are more than 20 notebooks, and the paper strips have the same thickness as them, and the number is hard to count.

To put this amount of notes in order, the workload can be imagined.

However, whether it is Zor or Xus, this level of quantity is considered common.

They started tidying up at half past eight and continued until midnight.