Lark's

, went back to the bedroom and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning, I got up and went for a walk outside, returned to the mansion and cleaned the courtyard, and I didn't see Hibari Kyouya get up until eight o'clock.Seven hours of sleep is enough for an adult, but far from enough for a seven-year-old like him.Hope to adjust it later.

Thinking so, I put away the broom and prepared to make breakfast. When I looked up, I saw him standing in the corridor looking at me from afar.

The look in his eyes was not very friendly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Until I brought breakfast to him, he looked at me with a small face, and said abruptly: "I can't hear your footsteps."

I suddenly realized.He was probably surprised that I covered him with a quilt last night, but he didn't notice it at all.It's right to think about it, a child as vigilant and self-respecting as him will definitely be on guard because of this situation.

"Everyone has footsteps, Mr. Skylark." I smiled, "It's just that my footsteps are lighter."

He frowned, his beautiful phoenix eyes didn't blink, and he seemed to be thinking about my words seriously, but his tone was still lukewarm, much like Mr. Arnold in my impression: "How light?"

how light?

I happened to see the pot of carnation in front of the window lattice, so I replied casually, "It's probably as light as a petal falling to the ground."

He raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and started to enjoy his breakfast.

This question reminds me of a century ago.I grew up in an orphanage, and I was no different from ordinary people at the beginning. Many abilities were learned after I became the housekeeper of Mr. Arnold's house-such as this kind of footsteps that are so light that people cannot detect them.

Before Mr. Arnold retired, he was very busy.He seldom went home, and the rare rest time was basically spent on reading and sleeping, and he didn't even care about Miss Aurora, who was only one year old at the time.I brought tea to him in the study and often woke him up.Every time I disturbed Mr. Arnold, I tended to panic and mess up, and annoyed him still more.It was Mrs. Sheila, but she could deliver the tea to the desk without waking up Mr. Arnold.I asked Mrs. Shira for advice, only to realize that my footsteps were too loud, even though the floor was covered with woolen blankets, and I was so careful that I couldn't hear my own footsteps.

With such an astute employer, I had to learn to exercise myself so that I could stop disturbing Mr. Arnold over time.

There are many people in the Hibari family who are as sharp as Mr. Arnold, and Hibari Kyouya is certainly not the first.Moreover, compared with his mother, Skylark and Miss Hui, his aptitude seems a bit inferior.

I looked at his immature face, and I always felt that his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Mr. Arnold, and there might be unexpected developments in the future.I hope it is not like his Chinese cousin, who also looks similar to Mr. Arnold, but in the end he bears the curse of trouble and drags a cumbersome baby body all his life.

It's still a long time.

4. Two...

Hibari Kyoya doesn't go to school, and I don't have much to do.

He doesn't like me walking around the house, and the cleaning work can only be done in the morning before he gets up.But the kid is sensitive to any noise I make, so he wakes up earlier every day, and sometimes he opens the door to wash up as soon as I get dressed and walks into the yard to bait the goldfish.

After all, he is still a child, and he can't wait to show off a little progress.

But this did cause me inconvenience: the dew is heavy at night, and when I wake up in the middle of the night, I always want to check if he has covered the quilt, and I can't ruin my body because I am young.But he can already feel my footsteps, and it is difficult for me to get up like this without waking him up.

Fortunately, he remembered to keep warm after being woken up twice, which just saved me the trouble of getting up late at night.

It’s just that after two weeks passed, when I heard Hibari Kyouya getting up while I was still lying in bed in the morning, I couldn’t help but think of that morning more than a hundred years ago.At that time, I got up early to prepare breakfast as usual, but when I walked into the kitchen and saw Mr. Arnold standing in the kitchen, I was so scared that I almost spilled a bucket of milk.Because of the special nature of his work, Mr. Arnold usually had irregular schedules before retirement, and it was not the first time he got up earlier than me, but it was the first time he appeared in the kitchen.

He was still wearing a gray windbreaker with a stand-up collar, with one hand in his pocket and a bottle of black tea in the other.I stabilized my mood and greeted him, but he just glanced back at me, nodded slightly, and suddenly asked me: "Do you remember the leader of the Simon family?"

I was taken aback at that time, and truthfully answered that he remembered.Mr. Arnold's network of contacts is very complicated, but he also likes to be alone, as if he has never been particularly friendly with anyone.I can't remember all the people who have dealt with him, but I only have a special impression of a few of them, such as several high-level members of the Vengley family, and the leader of the Simon family.

Mr. Simon was born in an ordinary family and started from scratch in his early years. He looked more like an industrialist than the head of a mafia family.He was an amiable man, just as talkative as Mr. Vengley, but more approachable.Perhaps because he was an old acquaintance with Mr. Arnold, he visited Mr. Arnold the most before leaving Italy.The box of tea leaves in Mr. Arnold’s hand was specially prepared by me for Mr. Simon, because when he came to have afternoon tea for the first time, he told me seriously: “I like black tea very much, Ollie. So please prepare some more for me.” , I will visit often.”

He said this with a smile, and he did keep his promise.

After getting my answer, Mr. Arnold put the box of tea back on the window sill.He turned and left, and when he passed me, he told me: "Throw away the leaves of those black teas."

At nine o'clock that night I conveyed the news of Mr. Simon's death to Mrs. Sheila.

After more than 20 years later, I moved to Switzerland with Mr. Arnold and Mrs. Shira, and Ms. Aurora, who had taken over as the leader of the external consultants of the Vengley family, came to visit occasionally.Once when she was about to leave, she suddenly stopped me: "Ollie, do you remember Damon Spedo?"

Before I could answer, she handed me a photo.The person in the photo is Mr. Damon Spedo, the fog guard of the Vengley family. His appearance is the same as the first time I saw him, young and handsome.But the photo is very new, it should be taken recently.I see what Miss Aurora means - Mr. Spedo is not getting old.Even if Mr. Arnold is on the verge of retirement, Mr. Spedo is still young.He is just like me.

"I wish everyone who was not old could be like you," Miss Aurora told me. "He'll soon pay for what he's done."

There was a smile on her lips, but there were other emotions hidden in those eyes that looked very much like Mr. Arnold.

Not long after that, I heard the news of Mr. Spedo's death.At the same time, there was news of Miss Aurora's death.

Since then, I have gotten used to it. Once someone from the Skylark family suddenly mentions an old person, it means that we will bid farewell to that old person forever.They never mention the dead because they are never tied to the past.

Hibari Kyouya doesn't have a network of contacts yet.Perhaps one day in the future, I will also hear the name of a long-lost old friend from his mouth.It's really hard to describe the feeling.

I was lost in thought, but fell asleep in the corridor.

I have nothing to do during the day. After lunch time, I like to relax in the corridor and read a book, and then take a nap after an hour has passed.It's not very good to just fall asleep in the corridor. After I woke up, I packed up and went back to the room to change clothes, and then went to the study with my books.

Except for the fighting-related books on the bookshelf, the other books are still stacked neatly, without any trace of flipping.

I flipped through the elementary school textbook that Hibari Kyoya had put aside. His self-study notes were very scattered, and he seemed to lack interest in these simple contents, but he completed his homework very well and practiced calligraphy.His brush calligraphy is quite imposing, but it's a pity that the shape is poor.

I took a piece of paper, wrote a piece of "Skylark", tied it to a wind chime, and hung it in the corridor.

After dinner, he came out of the shower and noticed the wind chime as he walked through the corridor. He stopped and stared at it for a long time.I thought he was going to tear it off, but he held his breath and didn't touch it.

I went to bed early as usual, and when I returned to my room, I saw that the light was still on in his room.He didn't watch the news in the living room as usual, and he didn't know what he was doing in the bedroom, so he turned off the lights very late.The next day he didn't force himself to get up too early, but instead stayed in bed in a rare way.

I didn't hear the sound of him getting up until after ten o'clock, so I made breakfast, and went to his room while he was washing up, wanting to clean it up a bit, but unexpectedly, I happened to see the words on his desk .

"I am the only one" is written in black and white. Although it still lacks a little skill, it is undeniable that it is very beautiful.

There is not a small difference from his handwriting yesterday afternoon, it should have been practiced almost the whole night.

I went shopping and bought a horizontal plaque on the way, intending to hang the words on the door of the room for him.On the way back, I met a child from the Fujita family next door. He held a small carp flag in his hand and ran towards me bouncingly: "Sister Ito!"

"What a beautiful carp streamer." I touched his head, smiled at him, and gave him some candies.

Hibari Kyoya grew up in Japan, but probably never celebrated Boys' Day.It is necessary to follow the tradition, and I should make some preparations.

Boys' Day is almost here.My memory is not as good as before, and I almost forgot about it.

Holding Fujita Yu's hand home, I just passed a corner of the street when I saw the figure standing not far away: it was an old man with black hair who couldn't find much. He was wearing a brown suit.