After the leader of He Sen

Probably because I didn't expect that what I muttered in a low voice would be heard by me, Yuko paused when she wiped the table, lowered her head even lower, and if I read correctly, the roots of her ears seemed to turn redder.

"Teacher Lily, would you like something to drink?" Yuko wiped the table for a long time before raising her head to meet my gaze.

"No need." I want to drink, but the cafe doesn't sell alcohol.Yuko seemed to want to say something else, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Is there anything else that needs to be revised in this manuscript?"

"No, it's a good story. I really like it. I've read it many times."

me: really?I do not believe.

"It's just..." The point came.

Yuko's tone was a little sad: "Both the moon and the protagonist are dead, it really makes me...but it is really difficult to survive in such an environment. By the way, did the teacher deliberately not name the protagonist? Or is it my opinion? Did you miss it?" Yuko hurriedly flipped through the article after speaking.

I hurriedly responded: "It's true that I didn't name it. I feel that it is impossible for a person with the protagonist's personality to exist in such an environment, and it is inevitable that he will die in the end. It is simply impossible."

After that, I chatted with Yuko about some trivial issues about this novel. Before leaving, she handed me the envelope containing the manuscript fee, "I'm sorry for delaying the teacher for such a long time. If Teacher Lili still has manuscripts to submit in the future, I will accept them." I will be in charge, please give me more advice in the future.”

I happily took the money and said to her: "Please give me more advice."

In order to facilitate future contact, we also exchanged phone numbers and lines by the way. Seeing me picking up the crutches, Yuko kindly proposed: "Ms. Lily, I will take you down."

"No need." I quickly refused, "You still have work to do, don't worry about me."

"No, today is Sunday after all. In theory, it's a rest day. Actually, there is no one in the office, and the workload is not particularly heavy."

Seeing her so enthusiastic, I really can't refuse, in fact, it's okay to let Yuko send me, just——

"Huh? Don't you like taking elevators?" Yuko looked at me with slightly wide eyes.

"Well, I don't like cramped places very much," narrow and dark places are even more terrible, "it's a little claustrophobic."

"Then you also came up by stairs when you first came up?" Yuko said belatedly.

I squeezed my crutch tightly and responded uncomfortably: "Yeah."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I blamed me for arranging the meeting place on the eighth floor, and made you climb the stairs so hard. I'm really sorry." Yuko's face was full of apology, her eyes were bright, as if she was about to cry .

"It's okay Yuko, there's no need to do this."

She didn't listen to what I said for a while, and she still bowed suddenly to apologize, and the people passing by around cast curious eyes.

I had no choice but to touch her hair impolitely, "It's okay."

Only then did she stop apologizing, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes: "Ms. Lily..." There was a bit of coquettish crying at the end of the voice, which was really similar to the girls in school. Yuko sniffed: " Let's meet on the first floor next time."

I immediately refused: "No, the eighth floor is not too high. I just take it as exercise when I go up and down the stairs, and didn't I say that my claustrophobia is only mild. If I were at the height of the [-]th floor today I can still bear to take the elevator when we meet each other. Don’t make me feel special, it will make me feel useless.”

I was in a very good mood when I got the manuscript fee. Since I decided to earn some manuscript fee by writing, it is necessary for me, a layman, to go to the bookstore to buy some books that teach how to write.There are many bookstores near the Tobikawa Culture Company, and I casually wandered into a bookstore that looked nicely decorated.

The bookstore I entered has two floors. The first floor sells books, and the second floor sells small cakes and coffee. There are many sets of white and green tables and chairs. You can read books while eating here.

After a few minutes of shopping in the literary classics area on the first floor, I really want to sigh, it’s over, is our literary world coming to an end?There are more books in the agronomy section next door than here, not to mention the comic section with a dozen large bookshelves in the back.

After picking left and right, I finally settled on a work with "Compilation of European Fairy Tales" written on the spine.I'm not short, but the staff in the bookstore probably didn't expect anyone to be interested in such an ordinary hard-shell book with a brown and black cover, so they put it on the top shelf of the bookshelf, and I have to desperately pad it only the feet can reach.

Just as I tried to raise my feet up and my fingers were about to touch the spine of the book, a hand stretched out from behind helped me pull out the book I liked.

"Do you want this?" The voice was low but soft, and I turned to face the face of a man with brown hair, with an unshaven cyan stubble on his chin, and he looked very good-natured.

"Thank you." I took the book from his hand and saw that his pupils shrank and quickly returned to normal, like a frightened cat. He replied in a low voice: "You're welcome."

The cover of the book in hand shows two elves with pointed ears holding a pumpkin lantern and whispering together. There is a string of bloody eyes hanging around the elves' necks. Wow, it seems that they are taking a dark route. The fairy tale, very interesting look.

I opened this hard-covered book and looked at it with relish. When I was about to finish the first story, I realized that the man with red hair beside me hadn't left.

"Anything else?" I asked looking up.

There was a puzzled expression on his face, as if I asked a difficult question and hesitated for a long time before replying: "Is this book... good?"

"...It's okay, I think it's quite interesting." How could this person feel dumbfounded.

After I finished saying this, he fell into silence again. Feeling embarrassed, I coughed twice and walked forward a few steps to distance myself. At this moment, a curly-haired boy came from the children's area behind with two books in his arms. He ran over and grabbed the man with brown hair by the corner of his clothes, and said in a rather excited tone, "Sakunosuke, I want to buy these two books."

"Okay." The man named Nosuke responded with a nod, subconsciously glanced at me, and the curly-haired little boy followed his line of sight curiously and looked away before blushing.

It just... feels weird, this subtle atmosphere, nothing happened but something happened again, slipping away.

Maybe today is not suitable for going out. I walked out of the bookstore for about 10 minutes. The originally clear weather suddenly turned into rain. I can only rejoice that my current location is not far from the platform without an umbrella. You can still arrive in a few minutes.However, the movement of sprinting is still too inconvenient for me, who is missing a leg. No matter how I try to speed it up, it is only a little faster than ordinary people's feet.

Judging from this speed and the growing rain, being drenched in water is a sure thing. It’s fine if you get caught in the rain, but don’t let the book you just bought get caught in the rain too. I’m sorry! He stopped and lowered his head to make sure that the zipper of his small bag was closed.

He didn't notice a big dark green umbrella silently tilting over his head.