I am in Dongying mixed society

Located at the downstairs of a residential building 100 meters away from Hoshino’s house, the eyes hidden under the dirty hair stared at the mansion of Hoshino’s house a hundred meters away. A certain white-haired girl who is the boss of the gang and The homeless girl who played this scene early in the morning by her own idiot maid.

While recalling the words that my father had said to his young self at that time, he couldn't help muttering to himself.

Looking at the white figure standing in the Hoshino family mansion in the distance, it seemed that he was younger and more petite than himself.

One of her hands unconsciously touched the gray windbreaker jacket that was draped on her dirty body, which was somewhat incompatible with her dirty image, which looked clean and tidy.

"That day... I almost froze to death under the overpass...

And... that bowl of instant noodles..."

The homeless girl stroking the clean windbreaker jacket she was wearing continued to mutter to herself.

And she turned her gaze to the coat together with her hand stroking the coat, but in the next second she looked at the second floor of the Hoshino family mansion in the distance, which was smashed with a wooden alarm clock. After being the idiot maid who made her own life and advertised the bedwetting, she carried her nightgown and turned back to the back of the petite white figure in the house in an impulsive manner.

Then, she opened her mouth again, which looked extremely hoarse, so hoarse as if she hadn't said a word for a long time, suddenly she couldn't help but bring a stammer when she spoke and continued to mutter to herself.

"If...you want to...thank you...what should I...give..."

Chapter 82 Gifts you get without work cannot be given to others

Tokyo streets...

As if walking aimlessly on this bustling street, the stray girl with a dull complexion lowered her head.

Her body exudes an unbearable stench, which makes the office workers and ordinary people who deliberately show a hurried gesture to walk past her can not help but cover their noses with expressions on their faces. Going around her with a little disgust.

The girl didn't realize it. This was her daily life. She had long been used to being treated with such rude eyes.

Just as usual, I ignored the countless gazes full of repulsion and disgust around me, and walked forward with my head down.

"What should I...give..."

The girl who was accustomed to ignoring everything murmured to herself like this little mouth, which was also hidden by a few strands of dirty hair sticking together.

Her dirty hands unconsciously touched a few empty pockets on her body, even one or two pockets with a big hole torn.

There was no so-called gift that could be given away, and there was not enough money for her to buy gifts.

Yes, it's just an empty space that can just fit her dirty little hands in her pocket, a kind, a little bit that allows her to be brought by the cold air to the cold little hands in the cold winter wind. A hint of warmth is empty.

The vagrant girl who wanted to offer a gift to the benefactor who accidentally saved her life, even if it was only a small gift, was silent.

In the silence, she continued to lower her head, like a frustrated person who was struck by life after suffering a tragedy in life, and continued to walk forward quietly with her dull eyes.

Slowly, she walked to a three-way intersection, and at the corner of the intersection she turned her head.

What you see is a park. There is a lot of people in the park. Many people gather here. Many people set up stalls in the park, and many people shop carefully in front of the stalls.

Meiji Park·Flea Market Open Day

The vagrant girl who turned her head saw these words on the sign standing at the entrance of the park.

And at the moment these words entered the purpose, she first tilted her head in incomprehension.

"A place where... used goods are sold?"

The wandering girl murmured to herself, and then, slowly, looking at this brand, a hint of agility began to appear in her eyes that were originally like a pool of stagnant water.

Yes, a little bit, even the humble color.

"Present...if...used..."

The vagrant girl raised her leg and walked towards the park.

The stench on her body forced the crowd who came to this flea market to buy second-hand antiquities and the park guard who wanted to come forward to ask her.

The smell that even the flies born in the filth can be killed caused a vacuum zone that seemed inaccessible to appear around her.

She arrived at about the center of the park, and by chance, she saw a rabbit doll in front of a small stall paved with clean blue cloth.

"Ah! It smells! Hey! Hey!? Go away! If you want money, I don't have it!"

The stall owner is two girls of the same age as her, the source of disaster, and after one of the girls saw her coming and smelled the stench on her body, she immediately became like those from the past. The people passing by her looked like that.

It's just that the dislike that the stall owner showed to her was much more straightforward than those passers-by who lowered their heads and covered their noses.

"Yin...Yin sauce! How can I say that!? People...People say that customers are God, this...Uh...this little sister...since she has come to the front of our booth It stands to reason that it is our customer!

You... your way of driving away God is obviously wrong!"

As the stall owner, another girl who seemed a bit weak in character spoke, and what she said could not help attracting the same stall owner, who she called "Yinjiang" Girl, Na Geng until there is no more refutation.

"Ha!? Customer!? I said Qianxue, did you get kicked by a donkey!? Is she like a rich person!? Is she like someone who can afford the cheapest things here!?"

"Wan...what if this little sister can afford it!? You...you know, the cheapest thing here is only 300 yen, if it's only 300 yen... It's the same for ordinary homeless people!"

"I have no money..."

"amount..."

The stray girl, who was misidentified as a'little sister' because of malnutrition due to long-term wandering, spoke with her very hoarse voice.

And when she opened her mouth, she immediately made Qianxue speechless, the weak vendor who was still talking to her friend who hated her!

And it was at the moment when the stallion girl named Qianxue was speechless by the stray girl she was helping her speak!

As her friend, she is the same owner of this flea market. The girl who was originally called the sound of the street girl with a straightforward rejection of the street girl, before the disgust on the face of the street girl. It immediately became worse!

"I'll just say it~ How can someone who is so poor that he smells so bad that he has the money to buy our things~"

"Sound sauce!"

"...cut!"

The weak girl Qianxue loudly interrupted the heartbreaking speech of a friend who was setting up with her.

As a victim of slander, the wandering girl's face still looks the same for thousands of years, as if it doesn't matter to her.

"Then...that...little...little sister...what did you see in our booth?"

After loudly blocking his friend’s slanderous speech, he ignored his friend’s interrupted speech and became unhappy, and even turned his head and broke a bite. Miss Qianxue turned her gaze to her again, already squatting down in front of their booth, staring at the stray girl with the old black rabbit doll placed on the booth with a divergent gaze, and asked with a smile. Tao.

And facing her with a slightly stiff smile, she asked in a friendly tone as possible.

The wandering girl who had already set a target on their booth slowly stretched out her index finger.

"...This one."