After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

180.

I never thought the world could be so small.

Has Yokohama fallen to the point where everyone on the street is the same company?

Should I sigh that the port logistics company has such a big business that it can attract so many people to work.

Confused, I was on the way home, planning to ask Grandpa about it later.

That's right, I'm already on my way home.

When Osamu Dazai finished saying that sentence, my whole body split apart.

When he finally put his fragmented self back together, Dazai kept silent about it with a smile on his face.

No matter how I asked, he refused to reveal a word.

Even if I used the aggressive method, he still remained motionless.

Uh, thinking of his smiling face gives me chills.

Maybe it's beauty syndrome.

It is an allergic reaction caused by seeing too many beautiful men in a short period of time.

Symptoms include but are not limited to: loss of interest in beautiful men, vomiting, rash.

In addition, although I tried very hard to find out some information from the side, no matter what I said or asked, Dazai Osamu was always keenly aware of the hidden intentions in my words, and then moved my words like a thousand pounds. The problem is muddled.

Maybe this is the power of social animals.

181.

When I got home, my grandfather was sitting on the rocking chair on the balcony reading the morning newspaper that he missed in the morning.

I hung my coat on the hanger by the door, kicked off my shoes, and ran straight in.

"Grandpa, Grandpa—"

I rushed to his side all of a sudden, shaking the old wicker chair slightly.

Grandpa didn't look at me, he just narrowed his eyes and let out another long puff of smoke.

"Did you lose my wallet?"

......

Grandpa, being so straightforward will leave others speechless.

To be honest, I was indeed at a loss for words because of Grandpa's words.

but--

Good thing the wallet is back!

It's back and it's not lost!If the result is not lost, it does not matter whether the process is lost or not!

Well, yes, that's it.

I reached out and took out the wallet from my pocket, and slapped it on the table.

"No! Confirmation of the existence of the wallet!"

Grandpa spread the newspaper aside.

He reached for the wallet and looked at me suspiciously.

Me: proud chest.jpg

Grandpa opened the wallet and counted.

"Oh, it looks like it was lost and found by kind people."

Grandpa said in a flat tone, he threw the wallet aside and picked up his favorite newspaper again.

"No! I said I didn't lose my wallet!"

Damn, should I say that I am indeed a grandpa? In just a few sentences, I can see the essence of things through the phenomenon.

He really deserves to be the man who aspires to become the world's number one magician!

"So, since you didn't lose your wallet, why did you come to me on purpose?"

Grandpa began to devote himself to reading again, but just as he turned over a page of the newspaper, he turned his head to look at me with his eyes wide open as if he suddenly remembered something important.

"You didn't lose something, did you?!"

"Wow! Do I have to throw something? Am I such a careless girl in Grandpa's eyes?"

Grandpa snorted incredulously.

Look at the fragile family.

#五十老老人Why Doubt My Granddaughter#

182.

When I saw my grandpa was addicted to the story section of the newspaper about men silent and women crying again, I took a deep breath, and said in a fit of anger:

"Grandpa, I saw a man today and he said he is in the same company as you!"

Perhaps startled by my loud voice, Grandpa trembled all over, and even the newspaper in his hand slapped to the ground.

He reached out and took off his reading glasses.

"What did you say?"

"I saw a man today and he said he is in the same company as you!"

"Normal speaking speed, thank you."

I swallowed.

"I met a man today. He was wrapped in bandages and told me he was your junior."

At this moment, I have no idea what this sentence means. I spit out this sentence lightly, and then watched grandpa jump up from the wicker chair.

Grandpa's broad palm clasped on my shoulder.

"What did you say?! A man covered in bandages?"

Well......

He's just an office worker dressed in trendy clothes, why is grandpa so excited......

I frowned puzzled, and tried to recall the image of Osamu Dazai: "Ah... that's right!"

"There are bandages around his neck and hands, his hair is slightly curly and he is very tall."

I don't know if it's my illusion, but before I finish a sentence, when Grandpa's complexion gradually became serious, all the blood on his face also faded away.

For the first time in 16 years, grandpa said to me with such a serious attitude: "Saxi, next time I see this man, how far away should I go?"?

I slowly typed a question mark.

"I......"

Grandpa stopped me from speaking.

He gave me a firm look to let me experience it myself, and then went to another place to drink tea with the newspaper.

Ok? ? ?

So now it's popular to say half of it?

Confused and lost, I went back to the room.

183.

No, I still can't swallow this breath.

How can I forget what happened to me today!

I must rant with others heartily!

Thinking of this, I quickly opened the HAT.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Poke poke, is Mr. Zhongyuan there——

184.

[It's saki, not misaki]: That's right!So that thief is super hateful!

Having explained the purse-stealing incident clearly, I sent this sentence angrily.

Today is really a coincidence. As soon as I finished poking, Mr. Zhong Yuan responded to the message in seconds. It seems that the unscrupulous boss gave him a holiday.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Fortunately, my classmates helped me subdue him.

[Central Plains]: ...

[Central Plains]: As long as there is no injury.

[Central Plains]: So, next time you, a girl, don't easily chase after a thief.

[Central Plains]: What if the other party has a murder weapon?

It's started!

Mr. Nakahara began to educate me in the attitude of an elder again.

I flipped through the gallery and sent Mr. Nakahara a cute emoji.

A Persian cat with blue eyes rolled on the ground, its eyes like glass balls stared innocently at the people off-screen.

[It’s saki, not misaki]: Let me continue to tell you, after catching the thief, I met a strange passerby covered in bandages, he grabbed my hand and asked me directly if I wanted to die in love with him!

[Central Plains]:? ? ?

[It's saki not misaki]: Then then!Because I was soiled by a person, when I went to the company to change clothes with him, I met this bandage passer-by again!

[Central Plains]: Huh? ?Why do you just follow people casually!

[It's saki not misaki]: And guess what?The passerby with the bandage is actually an employee of that company!

[Central Plains]: Hey, you guy, don't listen to people when you talk about it, hey!

[It's saki, not misaki]: The most exciting is in the back!

[It's saki, not misaki]: This bandage passer-by, he was in the same company as you and grandpa before! !

[Zhong Yuan]: Did you block my news? !

185.

Whoa.

I looked at the tenth company of education sent across from me, and suddenly regretted starting this topic.

Next time, I will definitely remember that there must be an intermission after the story is told, so as to give me time to reply to the message.

but--

Isn't Mr. Nakahara's typing speed too fast? !

Are the finger joints of the elderly so flexible now?

Or is Mr. Zhongyuan taking care of it exceptionally well? !

No, now should not be the time to complain about typing speed.

I missed the point.

I flicked through the news that had sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and suddenly felt that I didn't know what to do.

It feels like you can't turn it over at random...

Mr. Nakahara's hand speed is too explosive.

Ah, I accidentally paid attention to something unimportant again.

Just when I was wondering whether to go back to the first one to read the news, a new message suddenly popped up from the bottom of the dialog box.

Alright, let's start with this one.

I quickly scrolled to the bottom of the conversation bar.

[Central Plains]: So, can you guys stay away from these strange people? Hey! ! !

This sentence is followed by three scarlet exclamation mark emoticons, which together almost occupy half of the screen of my mobile phone, and at the same time, they are still dancing with drums and drums.

Mr. Nakahara, who doesn't even post emoji, actually posted an emoji!

Kexi Kehe Kexi Kehe (no).

I feel that if I don't reply to the message again, Mr. Zhongyuan will crawl along the network cable and beat me.

[It’s saki, not misaki]: I’ve received it. If I meet a strange passer-by in the future, I will run straight away without looking at them.

A few minutes after I sent this message, it was followed by gray unread.

Maybe Mr. Nakahara is working overtime again.

I put the phone aside and went into the bathroom.

186.

It was half an hour later when I came out with wet hair.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that I just heard the roar of a locomotive.

Does the drag racing party in Yokohama last 24 hours?

So dedicated!

I took out the hair dryer from the bedside drawer and reached for my phone to check the reply.

[Central Plains]: That's right, especially that weird guy covered in bandages, you must be careful.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Good!

The hot air from the hair dryer messed up the broken hair around my ears, and I squinted my eyes to prevent the broken hair from getting inside.

However, during this short slack, I suddenly remembered something.

I suddenly turned off the hair dryer and threw it aside, and quickly picked up the mobile phone next to me.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Mr. Nakahara, when can we meet...

[It's saki, not misaki]: Cats look forward to.jpg

Oh, it started again.

The torment like waiting for the report card to be issued began again.

I hold my phone reverently in both hands.

Rage God, please agree to my request, Mr. Nakahara——

Ding--

The beep sounded.

I nervously unlocked the lock screen.

[Central Plains]: Okay, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock.See you at the ticket office of the Ferris wheel.

what! ! !

Ahhhhh! !! !!

I was so excited that I jumped up from the floor and began to twist my body crazily regardless of my image.

Woohoo, I can finally see Mr. Zhongyuan in person!

I don't know why, but I feel that I am looking forward to the meeting tomorrow!

With a wave of my hand, I turned on the hair dryer again. I was so excited that my hands were shaking that I couldn't even hold a hair dryer steadily at this moment. I let the strong wind blow on my face.

It's okay, I'm at the peak of my life now.

Don't worry about these details.

I looked at myself in the mirror with the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously, and suddenly heard another roar outside the window.