[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Today is the first day of my part-time job. Before leaving get off work, I agreed with Mr. Xiaoshan about the workload of this month.After school starts, I have to run around Tokyo and Yokohama. Thinking about the transportation costs, I feel like crying.However, it is cheaper than the living cost of renting a house directly near the school.

It's just a bit of a hassle.

I still have two years to go before I can take my driver's license test, otherwise it would be more convenient to drive the second-hand car at home - how much can I save, and the money I save can be used for krypton gold, ah no, it can be reserved for future graduation subsequent independent funding.

Although there is a shrine inheritance in my family, I have never seen a few believers come to my house since I was a child. Don't even think about such a good thing as eating from the gods. It is more reliable to rely on yourself.

Originally, I thought I came back late enough, but I didn't expect Yato and Yukine to come back later than me. The udon noodles were a little soaked, and only then could there be sparse footsteps outside.I walked to the entrance and stretched my head to look out. Yato led Xueyin and shuffled in muddy water.

"Don't bring muddy water to the porch!!!!!!"

I rushed out and pushed the two mud monkeys to the well, and ordered them to clean their shoes, trousers and calves before allowing them to go back to the room and change their clothes. When everyone sat at the dining table again, their hair had completely grown up. It was still a pretty color It's as muddy as a lump.Fortunately, both Yato and Xueyin are relatively easy to raise. They eat whatever is in the bowl and are never picky. They will take the initiative to clean the dishes after eating. This is the main reason why I can accept this brother who suddenly appeared.

"Lixiang, can I use another vegetable in the bento tomorrow? Broccoli is really anti-social. If you want it to be tasteless, tasteless, it's so green that it's not cute!"

Yato complained while cleaning the bowl, I picked up a small tomato and stuffed it into my mouth: "What kind of texture and taste does broccoli want? Don't you think it looks like a green flower and is very beautiful?"

"I don't think so, it's so green that I panic."

"...You're thinking too much, as long as you don't try to die and treat Hiyori seriously, she won't want you."

I took the clean bowl and dried it and put it in the cupboard. Xueyin wiped the table and swept the floor very diligently, and the house became tidy and clean again.

Before going to bed, I rushed to Yato and Yukine's room with my toothbrush in my mouth and called out: "I'm going to the Literature Club tomorrow morning, what do you want for lunch?"

“Bean curd sushi!”

The door opened, and two boys, big and small, with shaggy hair poked their heads out: "The one made in the shape of a chinchilla, with a plum hidden in its belly."

"Hi hi! Got it!"

Fortunately, it was bean curd sushi. Since Yato was so resistant to broccoli, the vegetables were replaced with green lettuce and celery—there is no green leafy vegetable that is not green, really.

The next day I got up early, put the bento on the table, and then went out to take the tram to the subway to go to the literature club. On the days when I didn’t need to come to the door to press for manuscripts, I stayed in the office to do miscellaneous things and learn the height of eyebrows and eyes to adapt to the rhythm of society as soon as possible.Fortunately, this is a literary club after all, and people come and go when they talk, most of them are more polite, and the wording... don't say elegant or not, at least I won't be able to hear people scolding me.

Anyway, if you don't understand it, just pretend you didn't hear it, and let him go.

Newcomers in the office do nothing more than clean up, help editors call, move materials, organize and bind manuscripts, and sometimes they are pulled over to ask questions such as "is the cover of this edition better or that one?"Of course, I don't see any difference at all, I just need to hesitate "um...", the person who asks the question will make a choice, and then let out a little rainbow fart as appropriate, which is not as difficult as imagined.

"Fujimaru, let's have lunch together?"

A few girls who were new to me carried a bento box and yelled from afar. I scanned and recorded the last manuscript and brought up my bento. Go to the supermarket to buy some good things to make up for...

They are so good at talking that their mouths don't feel dry at all.From idols to skirts to comics to snacks to paper boyfriends to boys in reality, the talk is endless, and all kinds of rhetorical techniques emerge in endlessly, which really opened my eyes!

"Fujimaru, oh, can I call you Lixiang? You can call me Yama, I will come five days earlier than you. Hey, do you have a boyfriend?"

The short-haired girl sitting next door is full of energy and smiles, and speaks frankly and frankly.I picked up my Totoro rice ball, took a bite and shook my head: "No, when I was in high school, my family was busy and I didn't have time. Let's think about it after I enter college. Boyfriends and so on always feel troublesome!"

Is not it?Is it because Mikazuki Zongjin is not beautiful enough, Onikiri is not handsome enough, or the princes are not complete enough?Why do you have to date a real person?

No!Unless he can speak better than my paper boyfriend.

"It's true. It's so troublesome to fall in love. It's really disturbing to always consider other people's feelings."

For a while, all the girls seemed to think that their boyfriends were troublesome, and the other half on the phone was the most desirable.

In the afternoon, we are still doing odd jobs. We temporary workers are paid by the hour, so there is no need to work overtime, and we can leave when the time comes.Senior Xiaoshan said hello in advance and said that in a few days, another writer might be arranged for me to come to collect the manuscript, which is a kind of affirmation to me in short.

I rushed into the supermarket to buy a box of beef before the end of the special offer time, touched a box of eggs with my eyesight, and finally took two big boxes of milk.After checking out and carrying so many things, I left the supermarket and went straight to the subway.

During the rush hour, the subway can squeeze people out of juice. After waiting for several shifts to pass, I finally waited until the first shift was able to stand in. Then I staggered into the crowd and rushed home.

Social people, it's really not easy!

When I got out of the subway, I called Yato and asked him or Xue Yin whoever came to pick me up.I really don't want to squeeze the bus on the road behind. It takes three stops to walk home. I hope someone can help me carry the shopping bag.

For the sake of eating sukiyaki at night, please come and save me!

【I'm holding Xueyin and can't get away, ah!I saw another client from before, I want him to pick you up, it's easy to recognize, you can recognize it in the crowd at a glance! 】

Yato replied very quickly, but the content was a bit lacking.

Immediately afterwards, there were some intermittent conversations on the phone. It sounded like I met some kind-hearted person by chance, and the other party agreed to come and pick me up.

No, what kind of situation is this?

After standing at the subway entrance and waiting for about 15 minutes, a young man in a black coat and a red scarf walked out of the crowd and came to me.

...Sure enough, it can be recognized at a glance, this is not a mummy turned into a spirit!

"Miss Fujimaru?"

The voice was obviously called out to confirm his identity, but he seemed to be calling for his beloved lover, so affectionately attached to him that it made my hair stand on end.He seemed to realize something, tilted his head and pulled out a smile.

"I've been looking for it for a long time."

Finally found you, just listen to you, and try again for the last time.

"Hehehe, I'm sorry, probably because I'm a popular face. My name is Fujimaru Tatsuka, and you are my brother Yato's client?"

I scratched the stupid hair on my head, obviously I felt like a social animal after working all day, but I became a simple fool in front of this person.

e... Is this the crushing from social people?

The young man in black took the shopping bag very consciously, put his other hand in his coat pocket and walked in another direction: "Osamu Dazai, this is my name, miss."

His voice is really nice, and he has a good impression gain buff.

The air was inexplicably sweet, and even I felt a little embarrassed.

He is really good-looking, although the hair is a bit messy, but this amount of hair also means that the scalp will not be seen in the next three to forty years, which shows from the side that it is probably not the kind of breed that will have a crisis of appearance collapse.

"Mr. Dazai, what do you entrust my brother with? Maybe I can help."

Those who find Yato are usually desperate, otherwise no one would randomly dial the number that looks like a spoof graffiti on the wall of the alley.Everyone has times when they are so embarrassed that they want to cry.

Wouldn't it be nice to just pull it up?

He looked at me blankly: "I want to find someone, it's very important, I know when I see you, I've found her."

The black-haired young man's eyes are probably that kind of translucent tea-brown color, which is often called kite color in traditional terms. It is obviously a warm and soft color, but it will suddenly become dull and dark at a certain angle.

"Mr. Dazai?"

I flipped out a piece of fruit candy from my shopping bag and tore it open. I neatly broke off one piece and handed it to him: "Here."

Mr. Dazai raised his hand to signal that it was inconvenient for him to carry the bag, so I took off the candy wrapper and stuffed a piece into my mouth, then handed the first piece to his mouth: "Excuse me?"

Only then did the other party politely bite off the candy and crunch it in his mouth a few times: "It's very sweet."

"Huh? The light flavor I specially picked, is it too sweet?" Maybe he doesn't like this kind of snacks for little girls, and he suddenly becomes depressed when he thinks of this.

"No, the sweetness is just right, the same as Ms. Fujimaru."

This person's voice really poked me, I don't need to look at the face, just listening to the voice makes me happy, comparable to the CVs who dubbed my paper boyfriends.

...Wait, what he said just now was teasing me!

I stopped and looked at the person I had known for less than half an hour with a puzzled face: "Mr. Dazai, why do you speak strangely? Are you simply praising me, or do you have other intentions?"

The other party's gaze became soft: "I won't offend the ladies at will, of course I have other thoughts about you. Well... Ms. Fujimaru is already a social person who has entered the workplace, so let's have an exchange in an adult way .”

"So, Ms. Fujimaru, I fell in love with you at first sight, will you allow me to pursue you?"

I:"……"

The newsletter came too soon, I only discussed with my colleagues how troublesome my boyfriend was at noon, and in the afternoon I met a man who was almost irresistible to me.

He looks gentle and gentlemanly, polite, and well-spoken... Well, maybe a little bit too much, but he has a nice voice and a good face.

"This, is that so?"

I'm a little hesitant, since I've never confiscated a love letter for such a long time, should I promise him to try?

Maybe it was because of the long pause, Mr. Dazai's eyes sharpened: "May I ask, do you already have a boyfriend?"

Originally, I wanted to say that I have more than a plurality of boyfriends, and they are still being added.But his disappointed expression was so sad, like a shake of my head meant the whole world would close on him and keep him out.

"Mr. Dazai, I don't know. I don't have a boyfriend, so I don't know how to be in love with someone. Excuse me, what is your love like?"

"Probably because I tried to get closer to her despite my shame and shyness."

"This, this is it!"

Sure enough, it is quite an "adult" answer...