Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

Last night, cats and cats had weird dreams.

Old dreams, no, supposedly old dreams.

You can't even remember, events that you don't even know are true.

An adult woman looks down at a cat and cat from above. I stare at my hair, my cheeks, and my starving eyes. My makeup is peeling off and the red sticks out of my lips.

A woman reaches out, the cat cat's left hand is grabbed. A tiny tiny little hand like my sight,

The woman's right hand had a blade gripped. The left hand holding the cat cat's hand is heavily wound with red and wet exposures. I dance flickering. Sarasa, it smells kind of rusty.

Understand it's your own cry, a voice leaking out of your vocal cords like a cat's squeal.

The futon presses her left hand, and the woman shakes her right hand up loudly. The crooked lips were trembling, and the reddish eyes were for tears.

(Stupid bitch)

The woman waved her knife down as it was.

"Oh, are you sleepy? Wait a little longer."

Water lotus said to the cat and cat yawning.

In a polite tone, but this afternoon is quite tenacious, the cat and cat correct their posture and polish the silver dishes thoroughly.

"That's not true"

It's because I had a slightly weird dream. Sleep a little short, drowsiness hit me after the evening.

I wonder why.

('Cause we're gonna talk about that yesterday)

The person Mr. Nong said yesterday, that must have stuck in the memory of the cat and cat.

(unpleasant, let's forget it)

Cats and cats exhale even more when they are not us.

When I lay the tease on top of the plate and put it back on the shelf, I heard footsteps once. The room is already lit with beeswax. It is my husband's time to return.

Mr. Nong, who looks tired here recently, walks past the living room and comes to the kitchen. The water lotus serves dishes (freshly) cleanly wiped by cats and cats.

"It's a souvenir from a freak. Drink with the water lotus."

Mr. Nong puts Derry on the table.

When the cat and cat opened the stopper, it smelled of sweet and sour citrus. Is it fruit water?

"Is it from a freak"

Cats and cats answer with voices that don't know any emotions.

When Mr. Nong enters the living room, he sleeps in a bench (couch). Cats and cats add charcoal to a fire bowl.

Gaoshun left the room when he saw the charcoal running out of the bottom. You're going to go to Tori, that's right, he's a good man.

Mr. Nong glanced at the cat and cat as he scratched his head in a blink.

"Are you excited about the familiarity with Green Blue Hall or something?

Suddenly they ask such questions, and cats and cats tilt their necks.

"If you're the one standing around flashy"

"What kind of guy is there?

"It's confidential."

Mr Nong frowns at an answer that does not sound good.

He noticed the wrong way to ask the question, so he rephrased it in different terms.

"So how can you devalue a prostitute"

"I hear something unpleasant."

Cats and cats sigh lightly.

"It's as much as it takes. Especially if you're a superior whore."

When it comes to being the finest prostitutes, the number of jobs is as low as a few a month. The seller doesn't always take customers. Instead, it is the Night Eagle who must take the guests every day for the money of that day.

I don't like exposure as much as the top whores. By exposing ourselves, all our customers add value on their own.

Learn poetry, dance, and ease, and take guests in their upbringing.

Green Blue Hall completes the whole education in the Bald (Rather) era. In it, divide it into something that's not bad looking, something that's promising, and something that's not.

The latter begins to take customers as soon as the facial appearance ends. Sell yourself, not art.

Promising things start with tea drinking, and the talkative, talented ones that capture customers more and more value. So, by deliberately reducing the exposure of popular prostitutes, you can have a selling prostitute whose year's silver runs out just for tea.

So some prostitutes can't get their hands on their customers until they get their hands on them. Well, it's called a man's romance, and I want to be the first to fold the flowers.

"It's worth it because it's an untouched flower"

Cats and cats burn incense with a sedative effect. I'm burning for Mr. Nong who's been tired here lately.

"If you fold (or fold), that alone will reduce the value by half. More"

The cat and cat exhaled small and inhaled the sedative incense.

"Pregnant children equals worthless."

I should have said it without any emotion.

○ ● ○

What do you mean, Mr. Nong exhales deeply and pushes his sentence on the paperwork.

"Excuse me."

Along with the sound of knocking on the door, the nimble fox-like Mitsune appeared as he had said yesterday.

He had politely asked his men to bring him a long chair with a soft duvet.

How long are you going to sit down?

"Shall we continue with yesterday's story?

Luohan pours fruit water at his disposal from the virtues of bringing.

I even brought in tea confectionery, and on a desk full of paperwork, a baked confectionery aromatic of cheese (butter) was placed. I would like you to stop putting it straight away. I see the traces of oil on the book and the high order holds my head.

"Looks like you've done a hell of a lot of work."

Mr. Nong pressed his sentence on the papers. I didn't get the contents of the paperwork in my head, but I wouldn't have a problem with the high order I refrain from saying anything behind.

From the cat and cat answers, I could imagine what this clever lunatic did.

And another less welcoming speculation came to mind.

Not that I don't understand, Tsujitsu, but I'm convinced in a few ways.

Why did you stick around from the Green Green Hall subcontracting story?

Why, we talked about old familiarity.

But I didn't want to admit it.

"It's rude to be rude. It's something I don't want you to tell me."

The eyes behind the monocle narrow and Luohan laughs.

"At last, I convinced the doer lady. It took me over ten years. You should try being exposed from the side."

Rahan tilts the cup in tease. There were ice shards in the fruit water.

"You want me to return the fried oil?

Mr Nong described it as' fried oil '. That was about an unfathomable little daughter.

"No, let's get as much out as we can. Because I don't want to trample on the same thing as I used to."

"What if I don't like it?

"When they say that, you can't say anything. It doesn't exist enough to break a finger on one hand, such as something that can defy you (...)"

Rahan twitches around in the way he says. Mr. Nong is very uncomfortable.

For once in his words, because his muscles are through.

When Luohan takes his glasses off, he wipes them with a hand tug. When I confirmed the cloudiness appeared, I applied it to my left eye. I was wearing it to the right until just now, so I can see it's just Dada. That's a freak.

"I just don't know what my daughter (...) thinks"

Rahan emphasizes the word 'daughter'.

Oh, no, I guess that's what I mean.

Luohan is the father of cat and cat fruit.

Mr Nong completely stops the hand that pushes the judgment.

"Can you tell him I'm going to see him one of these days?

Rahan left the office when he licked his fingers full of cheese.

I guess that means I'll be back because I left my bench.

Mr Ng and Takasu sighed loudly when they could nod their heads at the same time, although they did not even show each other.

"I have an officer who wants to see you next time."

Mr Nong honestly told the cat and cat that he could not go back to the room and not tell them.

"What is it like?"

The cat and cat seemed to hide something nagging behind their faceless expressions, but as usual they had a sober tone.

"Oh, it's called Luohan..."

Shortly after Mr. Nong spinned his words to the end, the look on the face of the cat and cat changed.

Until now, I have been seen with all sorts of contempt (bumps) eyes for now, like earthworms (mistletoes), like sludge, like dust mustard (chiseled), like slugs (noodles), like crushed frogs (irrespective), but I realized that it was something so lukewarm.

At the end of the day, I don't want to exhaust myself to the brush tongue.

Even Mr Nong wouldn't be able to live just fine if he could turn this around.

Like smashing the base of your heart, pouring it into boiling iron, and leaving no ashes.

The cat and cat were making that look.

"... I'll say no somehow"

"Thank you"

That's all Mr. Nong could say, remaining relieved.

So strange that my heart didn't stop.

When cats and cats returned to their original unfathomable faces, they returned to their work.