I just want to be a regular writer

I Just Want to Be a Normal Writer Chapter 343

He babbled about where Chiba Yu has gone these days, and then put the lunch box in his hand to Chiba Yu, a little apologetic, and said, "I don’t know Xiaoyou is coming back today...that’s all, you must pay. Didn’t you eat it? Remember to eat... Tomorrow, I will make you teriyaki chicken steak tomorrow. I think you liked it last time."

The landlord's grandfather finished his meditation, pounded his aching back, and lifted his foot away.

Chiba Yu was always in a daze, staring at the lunch box without saying a word.

Until a cold wind blew her back to her senses, she suddenly opened the door and shouted, "Wait!"

The landlord's grandfather turned around slowly, with puzzlement and kindness on the face of the ditch: "What's the matter? Isn't it right?"

"...No."

Chiba Yu looked down at the lunch box and suddenly laughed, "Thank you!"

"Ah, this is something... it's okay, it's okay, just like it, go to bed early."

Watching the landlord's grandfather leave, Chiba Yucai brought him home.

Correct.

Home.

'Kira-kun, I met a very good person'

Chiba Yu hugged the small lunch box tightly and took a deep breath.

so good...

Really...

"Great."

Whispering in a low voice, Chiba Yu went to the wooden table and opened the bento box-it was a very simple dish, and there must be no one to eat with the landlord's grandpa these days.

Chiba Yu took the chopsticks, lowered his head and ate slowly.

When night falls, she still has some things busy.

A tear fell into the bento box and melted into the unsuccessful cooking made by the old man because he could not control the saltiness.

--very delicious.

Villa area northeast of Too Town

Jiliang Jiying sat down in the coffee shop all afternoon, and spent time in the real sense and doing nothing.

——This is a long-lost leisure.

Don't think about anything, you don't need to write down when you read a book.

It doesn't matter if you forget the text on the previous page when you turn the page.

Anyway...

He was just passing the time.

It was a leisurely and peaceful time.

Unfortunately, that is only temporary.

Kira Yoshikage returned home, glanced at the hairless cat guarding the door, and crossed it into the door.

'Uh~m~ this attitude is right today!'

The Hairless Cat thought so, and followed Kira Jiying with graceful steps.

A few seconds later, the hairless cat realized a serious problem.

It glared at its own round eyes, and began to explode—'What is this uncle thinking?!Of course human beings have to be nice to this uncle!No way!'

Just do it, and the hairless cat jumped onto the cooking table and rushed to Jiliang Jiying to reveal his belly: "Meow~"——'Fuck this uncle!'

What is this doing?

Jiliang Jiying had a rare incomprehension in her eyes, stared at the hairless cat for a while, and picked it up.

As if he really understood the words of a hairless cat, Kira Yoshikage raised his hand and touched its back.

This is not good.

-Hairless cats are not good.

It exploded again.

'No way, too gentle, too gentle'

The Hairless Cat thought about it, feeling a little split.

This sense of division was very short-lived, and only lasted until Kirajiying opened a can of cat cans for it.

Jiliang Jiying watched the hairless cat eat, smiled and squinted: "I have something to trouble you."

"Meow?"

......

It was night, after washing, Jiliang Jiying went to bed as usual.

He is not sleepy at all.

But look up at the time-the hand of the wall clock points to 11 o'clock in the evening.

If this continues, the habit he developed in the early years...will be subverted.

Kira Yoshikage sighed, turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

The night is quiet.

Especially in such a small town, it is winter again, and nothing can stop everything from falling asleep.

If there is...

That must be a big deal.

The door of Kira's house was quietly opened, and a small figure walked in on tiptoe.

It wasn't until the door was closed that the figure's movements became bold.

It seemed to be a wise person, quietly took off his canvas shoes, and stepped barefoot on the cold floor.