After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

273.

After sending the message, Mr. Nakaya has not been online. After waiting for a while, I went to pack my things.

I didn't see Mr. Chuya's reply until before going to bed.

We talked for a while, and then he disappeared again.

I have been missing for a week for no reason, there must be a lot of work waiting for Mr. Nakaya to deal with now.

I feel that Mr. Nakaya's boss is kind if he doesn't scold him directly...

[It's saki, not misaki]: Judging from the current situation, my life should be saved.

I ended up sending this message and we ended the conversation.

It feels like it's back to the days when I was a netizen completely.

I was separated from him by a screen and a network cable of unknown length, so I couldn't see or touch him, and I didn't know anything about the other person's appearance and life.

Although chatting sometimes involves these aspects, how can imagination compare with what you see with your own eyes?

Gee.

I turned over on the bed and covered my head with the quilt.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a stuffy, depressed, and unhappy feeling in my heart.

This kind of feeling that we have met in reality, but still get along as if we have never met before, is really too bad.

I was so suffocated that I poked my head out as if giving up.

Moonlight filtered through the light-colored curtains.After getting used to it for a while, my eyes were able to see the room clearly with this light.

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What is this strange feeling of loneliness?

I don’t know why the ordinary room during the day gave me a particularly lonely feeling at this moment.

As if there should be one more person in this empty room.

Thinking of this, I patted my face hard.

What are you thinking about, Saki Shiina!

In such a palm-sized room, where can I sleep alone? !

Sleep on the wall? !

I am not suitable for sad spring and autumn.

In any sense, in any form of sadness.

I told myself so repeatedly in my heart, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

274.

Early the next morning, I struggled to carry the suitcase downstairs, and then found Grandpa in the living room.

Grandpa seemed to have been in this room all night.The clothes on him are still from yesterday, and the wall lamp in the living room has not been turned off in time, but this dim light is useless now.

I put the suitcase on the side of the corridor and walked in lightly.

When I entered the room, my grandfather was sitting on a recliner, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

The pipe was held in his fingertips, and I turned my head to look, and there was already a lot of ashes left over from burning tobacco in the ashtray on the side.

Oh, this amount...

"Grandpa, you haven't smoked here all night, have you?"

I put my hand on his shoulder and said in a very displeased tone.

I thought Grandpa would be taken aback by me, after all there was a time when it was fun to scare each other when we were awake in the morning.

But not this time.

Grandpa just turned his head very slowly, very calmly, and gave me a look.

It was the first time I saw a grandfather like this.

There was no emotion in his eyes, basically just like a robot, he twisted his neck and rolled his eyes.

I feel inexplicably, a little creepy...

With a chill down my spine, I silently withdrew my hand, and even my expression changed.

Originally, I planned to pretend to be fierce and ask my grandfather why he didn't sleep here at night and smoked here, but looking at his appearance——

I was at a loss for what to do.

If someone put a mirror in front of me at this very moment, I would be able to see my stupid, frightened, tearful face.

Don't ask, someone has done it before.

This weird atmosphere didn't last long.

Grandpa blinked, and his eyes soon became clear.

He returned to his usual irascible old man appearance, and a familiar soft hum came from his nostrils.

He leaned back, lay down on the rattan chair very comfortably, and then deftly stuffed the pipe into his mouth.

"Saki, have you packed your things? When is the tram?"

I snatched the pipe and put it on the side cabinet: "There is no tobacco leaf in it at all, grandpa don't hold it anymore!"

He pursed his lips, and nestled in the chair like a child having a temper tantrum, his light blonde hair hanging down against his forehead.

"My tram this afternoon, I have to leave after lunch."

"Do you need grandpa to send you?"

I shook my head: "No need, grandpa on a hot day, stop running around."

He nodded, and then leaned on the armrest of the rattan chair to get up.

Grandpa, grandpa, your movements are really stiff visible to the naked eye!

Have you never left that wicker chair all night? Hey!

I stepped forward and helped Grandpa up vigorously, then picked up the massage tool on the side and began to beat his back.

"Grandpa didn't sleep all night?"

He shot me a quick glance, then nodded in acknowledgment.

Ah, as soon as I went to the hospital for a physical examination, I started not to pay attention to my health.

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"It's written in the medical record that you should smoke less, right? Why does grandpa still pay so little attention..."

I said with a bit of complaint in my tone.

I heard from my father that when my grandfather was young, smoking and drinking were daily routines, but now he has restrained himself a bit.

From this point of view, grandpa has "never forget his original intention" for decades...

Grandpa shook his head, and said in a serious manner: "No, no, I will be resistant to smoking too much. From now on, I will be a person who is invulnerable to all poisons!"

Grandpa, I'm a person who has studied biochemistry. You used this excuse ten years ago, right? !

When he walked into the corridor, Grandpa seemed to have completely recovered.

Without my help, he moved his hands and feet a few times.

"Grandpa is going to make fried tempura, you go and help me empty the ashtray."

"Okay!"

Tempura!

Milk thinking!

I turned around quickly, rushed into the living room and picked up the transparent ashtray.

Wow, grandpa really smoked a lot.

It's even more spectacular when you get closer.

I shook the ashtray, and the ash that had piled up inside spread out and spread evenly on the bottom of the ashtray.

This big ashtray is almost full, Grandpa is really—

Ok?

what is that.

I noticed a small blob of dark red stuff, obviously not what tobacco burns are supposed to leave behind.

I walked over to the trash can with the ashtray in my hand, and blew on it gently.

The ashes were blown down with ease, and these black powdery substances fell into the garbage bags of the same color.

Because of this, against the transparent background of the ashtray, that small lump of strange substance revealed its even appearance.

I took two fingers and snapped it off.

wax?

The cooled wax tightly adhered to the bottom of the ashtray, and condensed into an invisible pool of things.

Grandpa never used this kind of thing. Grandpa's house doesn't even have a single candle!

I used to even have to roast marshmallows on the kitchen stove when I was craving them!

I tasted this thing carefully.

Well, this color...

It seems to be the wax seal on the letter Mr. Mori handed me yesterday!

The more you look, the more you look like it, the more you really look like it.

oh!If you look carefully, you can even see that there are still unburned pieces of paper inside!

Didn't he say he was an old friend? What letter did Uncle Sen write for Grandpa to read and burn immediately?

No, in this case, I think it is possible to burn it without reading it.

Could it be that Uncle Sen felt that the port logistics company is developing well now, so he wrote a letter specially to brag about it?

No way, Uncle Sen doesn't look like this kind of person.

Although Uncle Mori Ogai always gives me a strange sense of disobedience, but I think this kind of low-level elementary school-like things should not be something he can do.

Uncle Sen's level, no matter what, must be the level of bringing a bunch of big men in suits to mock him!

I shook my head and sighed.

I don't understand the relationship between the older generation.

Without hesitation, I raised my hand and dumped all the remaining garbage into the trash can.

275.

After lunch, I hurried back to Namori by tram.

I haven't seen you for two weeks, and Namorimachi is still so extraordinary.

I just watched a small yellow bird the size of a palm flying over my head singing the school song of Bingsheng Middle School.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I think it's looking at me.

Yes, I felt those black beady eyes looking at me deliberately.

Absolutely.

If I lied, let me go naked/run instead of A Gang on the first day of school tomorrow.

So, why would anyone train a bird to look like this? !

This is too funny!

Just as I was thinking this, the little yellow bird suddenly circled above my head and flew up.

Um?It's not going to drop a shit bomb over my head, is it? ! !

I pulled the box and ran forward a few steps quickly, but this strange little bird followed me closely as if pressing an electric motor.

Shiina Saki, you are enough.

Even a small broken bird the size of a palm can't run.

I stopped as if I gave up on myself, and put on an appearance that a salted fish should have.

#You pull as you pull#

Then this little bird flew a little lower by very "coincidentally" and it was now hovering in front of me.

I just watched it do things quietly.

"Skylark! Skylark!"

After a pause of two seconds, it suddenly said so.

Oh come on.

Dogs can drive cars these days, raccoons can steal books, and even birds can read minds? !

It definitely, definitely answered the question in my heart! !

Such a wicked person is actually a skylark? !

That skylark who would bite and kill others if he disagreed?

He who calls us all herbivores actually domesticated a bird no bigger than my palm.

And taught it to sing the school song...

I suddenly remembered the chairman's merciless duckweed abduction.

This is a side note. In his eyes, I, Shiina Saki, am I not as good as this little bird?

The little yellow bird looked very happy.

It barks happily a few more times.

"Skylark! Skylark!"