Only 100 days left in life

After watching the proprietress leave, Mariko Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief.

Several little girls who were ordered to come over to help poked their heads out from the door, "Can we come in, Mr. Shiratori?"

Shiratori Mariko nodded with a smile, stood up again, and nodded to the store owner who walked in with the children.

"It's really bothering you," she said modestly, "I always feel very disturbed."

The boss smiled and waved his hands, and put the lifted furniture in with another person.

"If you want to come here, you are our guest," he said, "There is nothing to disturb you."

After a few symbolic chats with Mariko Shiratori, the boss rolled up his sleeves and left.

Although most of the affairs in the store are handled by the proprietress, he still has a lot of things to do.

For a while, there were only a few little girls who came in and out to deliver bedding and other daily necessities.

Shiratori Mariko originally wanted to go forward to tidy up together, but the children seemed to often do this kind of miscellaneous work, and their hands and feet were very nimble, and they cleaned up most of the items in the house in two or three strokes.

Another thoughtful child found a brand new cup, poured a glass of water for Shiratori Mariko and Fuheshier, and quietly observed Shiratori Mariko with his eyes.

"We can't let the guests do it themselves," she whispered to several other young girls, "when the boss finds out, she will talk about us."

Picking up the things that fell on the ground, Shiratori Mariko laughed when she saw the little girl's appearance.

"Come here," she beckoned to the little girl.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Shiratori Mariko and sat in front of her.

"Is there something wrong?" Her voice was smooth.

Shiratori Mariko smiled at her, opened the suitcase she was carrying, took out some candies and small bags of snacks from it, and asked her to share it with the children who had been busy for a long time.

"Thank you for your hard work," she said gently, "let's share it."

She was only glad that she not only asked Butterfly Ninja for some medicine that could change her voice in a short time before she came, but also bought some snacks and stuffed them in the box, so that she could take them when she was hungry.

Now it's just in time.

It was the first time for the little girl to see a candy like this, and she subconsciously rejected it, "No, Mr. Shiratori, this is against the rules."

Then, she noticed that a hand fell on the top of her head and rubbed it twice.

"It's nothing," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile, "Take it and eat it, and say I gave it to you."

Her voice was light and encouraging, "Go now."

The little girl happily thanked her, stood up again, and walked towards her companion outside the door.

Her figure disappeared behind the door, like a nimble cat, she disappeared in an instant.

Shiratori Mariko also breathed a sigh of relief.

She stood up and closed the door, then drew the curtains in the room, and then walked towards Fuheshier who was still in the corner.

It seems that because he hasn't been watching horse racing for the past few days, he looks more lazy than before, and his whole body is full of "so boring" atmosphere. Just now, several children circled around him and couldn't make him move even a bit.

"Is Mizuko still asleep?" Shiratori Mariko asked.

This time, considering the dispersion of personnel, in order to ensure the continuity of the passage, Mi Douzi followed them, and did not sleep in Shiratori Mariko's house, but recovered the form of a child and slept in a box to prevent Something unexpected happened.

Fu Heisher said quite indifferently, "I didn't pay attention."

Who cares if that brat is awake or not.

Shiratori Mariko glanced at him, reached out and pulled the box beside Fuheshier to her side, "Midouzi?"

There was a light knocking sound from inside, and it seemed that he was not asleep.

A moment later, Mizuko nestled in Shiratori Mariko's arms, pillowed on her knee, and blinked at her.

She was still holding the bamboo tube in her mouth, staring at the cosmetics in Mariko Shiratori's hands curiously, with a fixed look on her face.

Shiratori Mariko smiled and handed her the brush in her hand, letting her roll aside, sitting up and playing with this never-before-seen thing, while she carefully touched up her makeup again.

In order to look more like a man, she also put on makeup when she went out today. The lines of her face were stiffer than before, but she still had the softness unique to Shiratori Mariko.

After a little tidying up the box she was carrying, Shiratori Mariko put away the cosmetics one by one, got up and found a handkerchief, and wiped the face of Midouzi who was having a good time.

"I'll just wrong you for a few days," she whispered, "We can go back when the three wives of Toneju are found out. How about we go to the amusement park and bring Tanjirou and the others with us?"

Mi Douzi nodded obediently, she didn't need Mariko Shiratori to say more, she walked back to the side of the box, and then got in.

Also closed the door.

At this moment, Fuheshier, who had been silent and rested in the corner with his eyes closed, spoke.

"Someone's coming," he said casually.

The door was knocked lightly, and then a little girl quietly asked Shiratori Mariko through the door if she was awake.

Shiratori Mariko responded, "Is there something wrong?"

"The proprietress wants to invite Mr. Shiratori to dinner," said the little girl outside the door, "Does Mr. Shiratori have time?"

Shiratori Mariko nodded, then looked at Fuhesher again, and asked him with his eyes if he wanted to go together.

Fu Heisher hugged a quilt from the cabinet, lay down neatly, and proved with practical actions that he didn't want to go at all.

"Find someone to bring me food," he said confidently, "and then do whatever you want."

Shiratori Mariko raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Okay," she said, "Midouzi will be handed over to you."

Fu Heisher pulled the quilt and turned over.

"Got it," he said perfunctorily.

Shiratori Mariko couldn't see Fuhesher's expression clearly.

She straightened her clothes a bit, leaned against the cabinet and rested for a while, then opened the door, and followed the little girl who came to call for help again to the room where the customers were in the store.

The guests and hosts enjoyed a meal.

Mariko Shiratori is not a person who doesn't understand the atmosphere, and she searched for relevant information before coming here, and it was quite smooth to deal with it at this time.

When the meal was almost finished, the proprietress took advantage of the opportunity and asked her to help Li Xia Huakui in the store try to fix her makeup.

Shiratori Mariko naturally agreed with a smile.

After she returned to the house, changed into loose clothes and rested for a while, someone who specially served Li Xia Huakui came to invite her over.

Mariko Shiratori changed her clothes, took the prepared cosmetics and a set of utensils, and followed the person who came to pick her up to Lixia Huakuan's room.

As the star oiran of this store, Lixia owns a bright and spacious room with a good location, not far from Shiratori Mariko's room.

When carrying a suitcase and walking into the room of Oiran Koisha, Shiratori Mariko saw the woman in a fancy dress in front of the table turn around.

At that moment, even Mariko Shiratori held her breath.

It was indeed a woman that was hard to describe in words—she was wearing a heavy and thick kimono, holding makeup items and carefully tracing it in front of the mirror, and she wore layers of luxurious headdresses on her hair.

Hearing the voice from behind, Lixia Huakui put the things in her hands on the table, stood up and saluted Shiratori Mariko.

"What a faux pas," her voice was as gentle as her own, gurgling like water.

"It's okay," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile, and put the box she brought on the table.

The two exchanged a few polite greetings before Mariko Shiratori got to the point and opened the box she brought.

"Li Xia Huakui, this is Mr. Shiratori," the little girl who attended said with a smile, "I brought him here, so let's go to work first!"

She saluted the oiran and hurried out.

The door here is always open during the day, and there is no one in the corridor, but Lixia Huakui, as the star oiran in the store, still has a few children by her side.

Shiratori Mariko asked Lixia Huakui to sit opposite her, and she took out the tools for makeup, and carefully asked Lixia Huakui what kind of makeup she wanted to paint, "I hope I follow your makeup Continue to draw, or change it a little?"

Although she asked a lot when chatting with the proprietress just now, Shiratori Mariko felt that it would be better for her to ask herself.

Lixia Oiran looked at the peaceful and gentle young man in western clothes in front of him, and laughed.

"Do as you please," she said, "I trust you."

Now that she got the other party's permission, Shiratori Mariko nodded and straightened her sleeves up a little.

She used to work in a cosmetics store, and naturally helped customers to try on makeup and contour, but she had never received such high-standard treatment.

Probably because Lixia Huakui's reputation in the store is really high, Shiratori Mariko just said a few words, and the attendants around her handed over the items very carefully, which facilitated her actions.

In just two hours, the makeup was almost done.

Asking the children around him to hand the mirror to Oiran Lixia, Mariko Shiratori stepped back a little, taking a little look at Oiran Lixia's current appearance.

"Wait a minute," she called to Li Xia Huakui who was about to get up, "There is still a little bit of trouble."

Shiratori Mariko held Lixia Huakui's shoulder, reached out and picked up the eyebrow pencil that was randomly placed on the desk, wiped off the eyebrows that had just been painted on with the back of her hand, and focused on filling them up little by little. go up.

The cool back of Shiratori Mariko's hand brushed Lixia Huakui's eyebrows, which caught her off guard for a moment.

"Mr. Shiratori, please pay attention to your body," she asked, "you should wear more clothes in this weather."

In fact, the first time Lixia Huakui saw Shiratori Mariko, she thought that this guest must be in poor health.

Pale, thin, and gentle, he is obviously from a wealthy family, but it is strange to come to a place like Yoshiwara Flower Street.

Hearing what Kapatsu Oiran said, Shiratori Mariko laughed.

"Thank you," she said calmly, "I know."

Li Xia Huakui nodded, and felt the brush in her hand gently brushing her face.

With the finishing touches over, Shiratori Mariko exhaled and handed her the mirror she brought, "Take a look?"

"Okay," Li Xia Huakui said.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and was slightly stunned for a moment, "Thank you so much."

Shiratori Mariko responded to her thanks, packed up the cosmetics she brought, and put them back in the box.

Seeing her movements, Li Xia Huakui also helped to gather the things and put them back in place, and the children who accompanied her also surrounded her to help.

It didn't take long to tidy up all the things.

Lixia Huakui called for another two cups of tea, and handed a cup to Shiratori Mariko with her own hands, asking her to rest for a while before going back.

"The scenery here is not bad," she said with a smile, "there is nothing left and right, if you like."

Shiratori Mariko was still thinking about what Umo Tengen had asked her to do, and took the cup of tea.

"Of course," she said with a smile, and chatted with Lixia Huakui about outside matters.

After a while, the proprietress opened the door and came in with a child.

Seeing Li Xia's appearance, she was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled and complimented, "Mr. Shiratori is really amazing, I can't even recognize Li Xia."

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, "Ma'am, that's too much."

She looked at Tanjiro who was next to the proprietress, "This is"

"Oh, it's a new kid from outside. I thought he had the potential to be an oiran, but I was afraid to scare the guests with such a big scar on his head," said the proprietress, "Li Xia, you should bring this one with you first. Child, do whatever you want."

She pushed the child into the house, "At first I thought this child looked honest, just forget about that child Suma, don't mention her, just help me take her well."

After finishing speaking, the proprietress left in a hurry.

Hearing "Suma" in the mouth of the proprietress, Shiratori Mariko was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this one of the three wives of the sound column? What happened?

Tanjiro, who was dressed as a girl, bowed obediently to Kapatsu Oiran.

Li Xia Huakui nodded and told him to follow the others to do things.

Turning back to the house, Lixia Huakui saw that Mariko Shiratori seemed to be thinking about something, and said thoughtfully, "Mr. Shiratori, what's the matter?"

"Oh, indeed," Shiratori Mariko paused, "Is that the name I just heard called by the proprietress, Suma?"

Lixia Huakui seemed a little puzzled.

"Is there a problem?" she asked.

"May I ask some news about her?" The young man in front of him sighed. "Actually, I have a distant cousin with this name."

He looked a little sad, "Her family lost money in business later, and it seemed that they wanted to marry her to a wealthy businessman in exchange for the funds to pay off the debt. I heard she was brought in here."

"If you can, please tell me about her," Shiratori Mariko sincerely begged the somewhat shaken Koisha Oiran, "This is really important to me, please."

At this time, the proprietress of Jinggoku House was picking her nose and eyes at the woman with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes in front of her.

"Really, I only paid attention to the face when I brought it in," she said a little unhappy, "It turned out to be so tall——I said, do you think there are customers who really like such a tall oiran?!"

The boss next to her smiled sarcastically, "But you have to say, she is really good-looking and has such a face, who wouldn't be tempted?"

In fact, the owner of Kyogokuya was right.

The proprietress snorted dissatisfiedly, then reached out and raised the face of the woman in front of her.

"I know you are unwilling," she said slowly, "you have to obey the rules when you come here, do you hear me?"

The woman kneeling on the ground in front of her has a pair of upturned eyes, she looks bright, her figure is slender, and she has a sense of reservedness unique to noble women, like a fox demon running out of the forest, or some other monster, but He spoke the iconic Kyoto dialect again.

It cost a lot of money to buy her—at least that handsome guy made a lot of money, and he smiled and stuffed them with a blond girl who was like a gift, saying, "Throw that child away!" It’s totally fine to do chores in the kitchen.”

"Forget it. I hope you don't lose money," the proprietress finally said helplessly, "I can't get a refund. Maybe there will be customers who like this?"

She sighed, "Did you hear that? Naoko, you have to work hard for the store and pay off your debts as soon as possible."

Enduring the anger, Zenyuan Naoya gritted his teeth and said nothing on the surface, but in his heart he crazily greeted the eighteen generations of the boss and his wife's ancestors.

Oh, and about Umo Tengen who sent her in.