I’m Being Paid ¥ 300,000 a Month to Say ‘Okaeri, Kyo MO Ganbatta NE’ to a Hardworking Neighbor Oneesan Who Earns ¥500,000 a Month but Doesn’t Have a Use for the Money, Which Is Really Fun

"Just now...?

"Yes, welcome back. I've been waiting for you."

"Ooh, Sukiko-chan... a hint of bread..."

Halfway through September, the night air pouring in through the door became just a little cooler.

Calm down about one case of Murasaki, Mio and the end-of-term relationship somehow paragraph one. It feels like everyday life has finally returned to my place of work, the Maiden House.

Apparently, though, it doesn't make any difference that Mr. Mio is busy. Today's mentality of an employer sucking on a brown dog stuffed animal with the image of a cabaret dog is roughly in high school. Probably.

"How was it? What do you do today?"

"Today, hey, I met the usual general manager."

"Oh, a movie lover"

"One of them."

"It's been a long time since you've heard anything"

It's perfectly routine to have them stop right up the front door and listen to what's happening today while brushing their suits.

Speaking of September, it is also time for autumn pollen such as pigtails to start flying. Mio and I are still fine, but if we accidentally expose ourselves, we might have an allergic reaction one day.

Some customers may have already reacted, so it's up to them to drop the pollen on the suit at the front door.

"Well, my parents remodeled it the other day."

"Yes, sir."

"Then I will."

"Yes?"

"He lent me this..."

Removed from the bag was a familiar movie Blu-ray.

"'There's blood underground'?

He said if we were remodeling, we'd find a bloody basement.

"Mr. Director, do you work in psychopaths or something?

Every time, do you realize that the movie choices are too precise to dictate Mio's mind?

"Let's watch it together"

"See you in the daytime of the weekend"

"It's a time to get rid of holiday attendance, so maybe a weekday would be nice..."

"... oh yeah, speaking of refurbishment"

"Yeah?"

"Your parents sent you a courier."

"A bloody basement?

"Can you send it by courier, that"

"If you're gonna get in the truck, you can carry it," someone said.

"At least, this one's not a coordinated whole delivery size,"

When Mr. Mio returns, I'll take out the cardboard box I was going to give him. The slip gets dirty and I can't read it, but I can barely tell it says' Mio's Grocery of the Early Maiden 'just by the name of the item.

"That's so heavy."

"I'm sorry, I got my slip dirty when I was cleaning."

"Fine. So, what's this?

"It sounded like Mr. Mio's personal belongings, so I haven't opened them yet either"

"Open up!

"Bye."

"What is it?"

Peel off the gum tape and open the lid of the cardboard box while putting Mio's head on trying to peek in.

"This is..."

What came out of it were books, notebooks, old toys and school supplies. They were all pretty old.

"Mine, the one I used to use."

"You sent me what came out during the refurbishment,"

"I soaked it up."

Murasaki meets an old troubled acquaintance. I want you to pick me up because I might be shocked.

I was contacted like that by Tsuchiya and I just told Mio that I didn't think it would be a good idea to keep quiet. He rushed to Murasaki on his way through the work associated with the remodeling of his parents' house.

This is what arrived where I had given up, saying that what I had left behind would have already been thrown away.

"Sometimes that happens."

"Besides, I just took care of it. There was so much else."

"Maybe your family just happened to remember me"

"I wonder if that's the case...... Twenty years or something."

With Mr. Mio around, I'm going to get the contents out. It's old stuff, so if you don't be careful, it'll break or tear.

The sender also seemed to know, and what was inside was packed in several packages.

"This wrapper over here is a diary or something. In the contact book, in the contact book... yeah?

"What's going on?

"What's this note in Mio's handwriting that's dedicated to the wind that gets wet when you cry?

"Abba, abba, abba"

Cardboard carefully housed up to the original poems that Mr. Mio himself had forgotten about. Things chosen by people who have been watching about Mr. Mio for a long time and evacuated him from the refurbishment.

Actually. The sender of this is not Mr. Mio's family.

It was the day after Murasaki and Tsuchiya came last weekend that she called me through her anonymous hopes.

- Four days ago...

"... the curry store sends direct mail, I wonder if it's popular"

I used to have about three curry stores alone when organizing direct mail. of the postcard type. That was more than double the number of eight and the neck was around 2 pm.

Although I have also taken on this kind of work on behalf of Mr. Busy Mio, I have been getting into something lately and accumulating it. This was just after I started cleaning up in the first place.

"Oh, no. This is all the same store. The same store is sending me guns."

I didn't notice because of the different atmosphere of the store name and email. This is exactly the same address.

She sends it every few days while changing the name of the store and so on. Is it spam or something?

"Well no. Suspicious and Not Gone Where"

I bundled up an ad for a curry shop and threw it in the 'Goodbye Box' and my smartphone shook up as I tried to get my hands on the next mountain.

Even if the name displayed on the screen is alarming, slide the Start Call button to hit your ear. When the call started, I heard voices I didn't even want to get used to hearing but it was time to get used to hearing them.

"Hello, what is it now?"

"Give me your address"

"We refuse to provide personal information"

"... I'm afraid of your neighborhood just because I'm calling my husband on the phone with a man in confidence, so I hope you ended it quickly"

"If you say something vivid, you can't tell me for no reason."

I think I heard a little tongue pounding, probably not because of my mind.

I want you to give me the address because I'm sending Mio's stuff to you. Is this it?

Lord of the phone, Miwako Ishima, maiden name and Miwako Wakase.

Mio's best friend on the way to elementary school, who caused Mio to stop being associated with people, blurted out to say so.