Chapter 237: 237 Recollection 15 Ginette

With the tag on the door turned to Close, today's business is over.

"Good job".

I'll give the door a gentle stroke.

The door that was exposed to the outside air was a little cold, but it gave you a solid sense of security.

our place a sunny place

It's been standing here since my grandfather's time, and it's been renovated since Mr. Yashiro came, and now the road in front of it has been turned into a big road.

There's been a lot of small and big changes... but it's still here now and in the past.

Yangdaljeong is always waiting here, here, and here. The visitors, and... the returnees.

Today, there were a little more customers than usual, and there were a lot of cleaning up, so the closing time was much later than usual.

Mr. Loretta went home first, and Mr. Magda, who had been helping me clean up until just now, went back to his room... I'm sure it was about time you went to bed.

I'll look back once.

The road to the main street was bright and visibly better than before.

I'm not afraid to be outside alone anymore.

All this and all...

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My chest aches a little.

But this is a pain that cannot be put into words.

I don't want to worry about him, who is nicer than anyone else.

"As expected... just a little more."

muttering, I flip over the card that I put on Close and open it again.

Let's do a little more business today.

just a little more

Enter the dining room and close the door.

Well, what shall we do?

I've almost finished cleaning up, and I'll be preparing for it tomorrow morning.

There's no one to eat even though I'm cooking...

Oh, that's right.

"If you're preparing waste vegetables, you might be able to do them now."

Although they are no longer ordered specifically, stir-fried kudamari vegetables are still on the menu at Yodamari-tei.

It wouldn't be a problem to do it now, rather than cut waste vegetables.

The cooking class you all went to before Wendy's wedding.

At that time, I thought it was fun to cook stir‐fried vegetables after a long time.

It's quite a laborious dish, but apparently I like it.

Wouldn't someone order for me?

With such disappointment and disappointment in mind, I will go into the kitchen and expand the trashy vegetables that Assunt gave me at an exceptional price.

Now, what shall I start with?

Is it a tough carrot?

Or shall I chop up the leafy vegetables to get used to it at first? . . . . .

Hmmm. As expected, the food is fun.

Then I enjoyed the meal for a while without thinking.

How long has it been?

Suddenly I heard the door open.

In the past, the wind shook the door, made a noise, and made a creaking noise, but after the renovation, this was not the case, and the door was only rung by the customer.

Come to think of it, I just opened the tag in front of the shop.

Does that mean that you are a customer?

I wiped my hands in a hurry and ran to the floor.

"... oh!"

Standing there was Mr. Jiro.

"Yes. Are you still doing it?"

As if he were asking me... it was like the day I first met him...

My heart is getting hot.

"Yes, it's still open. Would you like a meal?"

"Well..."

Here Mr. Jiro lifted his lips smirkily.

That face is like a child who likes mischief.

He looks as if he's going to start a pleasant joke.

"I'm sorry at this hour,"

It's exactly the same as the lines I remember.

Mr. Yashiro says what he said that day.

So I...

"No. We have a lot of ingredients left over, and it's all right."

I'll return the same words as that day.

Then Mr. Yashiro looked happy, and I was taken in and smiled.

"Well, I'll get ready at once," Please wait in any seat you like."

That's what I'm going into the kitchen.

As soon as you enter the kitchen and think you're no longer watching, your legs start to bounce lightly.

Skip to the front of the workbench.

I'm happy...

The first thing I felt when I saw Mr. Yashiro's face was that.

I've been working all day, and I've been really worried... if I've left, and I've forgotten about myself and Yodamari-tei, and I've never come back... I've been thinking about that for a moment.

However, it ended in groundless fear... Mr. Yashiro came back well.

But I can't say...I'm happy.

It's also very fun to think that there are people who can eat.

No matter how laborious or difficult it may be, it becomes fun as soon as you think of someone to eat.

Feeling like I'm about to start singing, I'm going to heat up the crap.

Oh, but. I don't sing. Jiro once laughed at me saying, "It's a unique melody." -- that was so embarrassing that the song was...

Heat hard, starting with the peppers as they are heated over the fire.

Will you say it's delicious? It's disturbing, it's exciting, it's...

I forgot something important.

Remove the frying pan from the heat and I rush back to the floor.

When I went out to the floor, Mr. Jiro was sitting in his usual seat.

He's looking this way, grinning a little spiteful smile.

...this is definitely going to be teasing of me.

"Mr. Jiro,"

"Huh? What is it?"

"Well...."

at all costsLet's continue with the joke...

"Have you decided?"

"No, you... have already begun to make something, haven't you?"

"Yes, inadvertently. So, as it was almost finished, I realized, 'Oh, I haven't heard your order!'"

I remember the same lines as before, and I say them with sweaty.

Ah, but judging from Jiro's smile, it seems that you really forgot to hear it, not on purpose.

"Well, it's near completion. and that's what I'm going on.

"Yes. Um...."

Mr. Jiro doesn't get angry about his failure.

No matter what you say, you never really blame others.

"That's nice, isn't it?" I knew it."

The feeling I felt the day I first met was correct.

When I returned to the kitchen and looked at the floor again, Mr. Yashiro waved his hand, saying, "Go away quickly."

One thing has changed.

At first, Mr. Jiro was sitting at that table with his back facing me, but now he's sitting facing me.

When I go in and out of the kitchen, I often see each other.

That's what I'm really happy about.

`...mew,'

It made me a little embarrassed to think about it.

So it's as if I'm always staring at Mr. Jiro... I feel a little embarrassed...

I'll make stir-fried kudasai vegetables, serve them, and bring them to Mr. Jiro in a little bit of rice.

"Thank you for waiting."

"Don't you eat?"

Mr. Yashiro says, pointing to the opposite seat.

Is that permission to sit down with that finger? I guess they do it because they know I like to see people eating.

I'll take your word for it.

"Excuse me,"

"Well... I'm sorry,"

"Is it bad?"

"...it's a little... lonely to eat alone."

Mr. Yashiro says he's lonely and pretends to be a little embarrassed.

I guess I got it wrong.

I don't think it was for me.

I'm embarrassed that I was a little too self-conscious.

Oh, but...

Mr. Jiro has done a lot of things for us, 'in that way,' so I can't make a general decision.

"And what about Messi?"

"No, I,"

I haven't eaten, but I'm not hungry.

When I'm cooking, I feel like I've eaten it.

And... just a little, but... my heart aches.

I can't do it.

When I look at Mr. Jiro's face, I still feel a lump in my chest.

If you don't make yourself smile properly, you'll cause trouble to Mr. Yashiro again.

Laughing properly... ...and chopsticks were put out in front of me.

"... to?"

"Eat a little,"

Then Mr. Yashiro will serve me his own stir‐fried vegetables.

A mouthful -- a balanced mixture of leafy and rooty vegetables that looks delicious.

You ought to leave this to your mercy.

...but I feel a little embarrassed.

"Ah... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

When I opened my mouth, Mr. Jiro's chopsticks brought stir‐fried vegetables into my mouth.

It's very delicious.

But... I'm a little embarrassed, after all.

Because those chopsticks that I put on my lips later put into Mr. Jiro's mouth... ...I can't tell you anything about them.

If you say that, you'll think, 'That's all I'm thinking about.' ... That's very embarrassing.

Maybe it was because I was thinking about it, or because Mr. Jiro ate it so deliciously... my face turned red with heat.

...it's a little hot.

"Well, Mr. Jiro... I don't mind if I've finished my meal."

"Huh?"

"Would you mind going out for a walk?"

a night walk

I had done this before after the festival, and it was so much fun to walk along the beautiful path of light with Jiro... that I regretted it would be over.

That might be the first time. I didn't want to go back to Yodamari-tei.

"A walk? I hope so."

I put my chopsticks in line and Mr. Yashiro nodded.

"Let's go, after a long time".

"Yes,"

This may be bad behavior, but... we decided to leave the washing behind and go out for a night walk with Jiro and I.

The wind at night is a little cold and shrugs slightly.

"Are you cold?"

"No. ... Oh, it's cold, after all."

If you say you don't mind it here, I'm sure Mr. Yashiro will always care about it.

I'll bring my jacket honestly so that I don't feel pressured.

"Please wait a little longer."

I'll hurry up and pick up my coat.

To avoid waking Mr. Magda up the stairs and into his room.

When I picked up my coat on the wall... I saw a shelf by the wall.

My treasures are lined up on this shelf.

The cute doll Mr. Jiro gave me called 2.5 head figure.

a portrait of me drawn by church children

a pendant bearing the emblem of the Church of the Spirit, given by the Sister on the way out of the church

an old battered knife used by your grandfather

"Ah...."

And "Birthday Present" that I received for the first time.--Soleil's hair ornaments

I've never been out in my life because I'm afraid of hurting you.

"Now..."

Jiro is with us. I don't think you'll be caught in a crowd and drop it...

Also, today is a special day.

With a careful touch, I fasten my hair ornaments to my hair.

Looking in the mirror, at the angle where the hair ornaments look the prettiest... ...this much?"If you look at this hair ornament... will Mr. Jiro not forget me?"

I don't want to force Mr. Jiro to do anything.

If you forget... until that moment, at least, I'd like to stay with you as usual.

But if possible...

"...Spiritual God. Please...."

It's a very selfish request, but...

"...for ever after."

I hope I can be with Mr. Jiro...

Then I prayed for just a few minutes and hurried back to Jiro.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

I apologize for making you wait so long and bow.

Then Mr. Yashiro looked, "Oh?"

Oh, I wonder if you noticed the hair ornament...

"Well, ... you know what?"

"Huh? Oh, yes."

With a serious look on his face, Mr. Yashiro peeks into my face.

Or my face is close... I'm nervous.

Besides, this sharp look on my face... ...that...it's lovely... ...that...

"Yes. That's not true."

As soon as I said, Mr. Jiro touched my head.

I took off my hair ornaments, combed my bangs with my hands, patted the back of my head...

In the meantime, my heart rate keeps rising... ...but Mr. Jiro looks so serious that I can't interrupt him...

"Yes, that's all right."

Mr. Yashiro pulls back, gazes at me, nods satisfactorily.

After looking at me for a while, he said this.

"Your face was covered up earlier," This is better."

She seems to have moved Soleil's hair ornaments back a little so that I can see my face well.

"Oh, really? I think I should take a look at Soleil's hair ornaments because they are very beautiful.

"What are you saying?" Hair ornaments are only useful to the public. Don't bring it to the main place."

Having said that, it's such a beautiful hair ornament, and... it's mean, but I'd like to brag about it."

"And you're prettier than a hair ornament,"

"He...?"

"Oh!"

Mr. Yashiro turned his back in a hurry.

My heart beats me in the chest. I'll hit you.

Well, is that... a slip of the tongue?

Mistake?

Mysterious...... books, sounds?

Blood is pouring all over my body more than ever before. It's a torrent. It seems to be roaring like a river after a heavy rain.

Wouldn't it be disgraceful if I had a nosebleed? I'll be careful.

"Ah, accessories are meant to make women look pretty! No wonder they look pretty with accessories on!"

"Well, I know," Yes! I know!"

My heart hurts and I hear strange voices.

And I can't put my thoughts together, so I just can't think of them... No, even things that I didn't think of come out of my mouth.

Wow, even I can be a little prettier if I wear great accessories. I've never heard of it!"

I felt that the atmosphere had changed just after I said that.

Mr. Jiro turns to me and looks at me with a very calm... a little displeased eyes.

"It's true that accessories make women beautiful."

"...yes,"

The stifling feeling of being scolded and the regret of speaking out without thinking about it are heartbreaking.

Maybe I felt uncomfortable with Mr. Yashiro...

"It's true that you're pretty."

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"To………………?"

"Well, let's go for a walk!"

"Ah... yes!"

I will chase after Mr. Jiro, who started walking first, line up next to him, keep pace... and follow him from behind a little bit.

Dodged...

Dodged...

Mr. Jiro......I'm about to fall down.

This... I don't have much experience, so I don't know how to react.

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To be honest, I'm just happy.

I can't believe Mr. Jiro told me that I was pretty... that I could hear that word once in a lifetime.

I'm very happy.

But... it's very embarrassing.

When I looked up gently at the back of Mr. Jiro's head... the tip of his ear was faintly red.

Oh my gosh!

Mr. Jiro... ...is cute.

We walked slowly along the quiet road, in the light.

The sound of the wind is clear and the scent of the night is clear.

The weather is very pleasant for a walk.

"Mr. Jiro,"

"... Huh?"

"...I'm having fun now."

"I see,"

"Yes, that's right."

"Yes..."

We have such casual conversations and walk at the same pace.

I smell and walk slowly, so Mr. Jiro always keeps me company.

I'm sorry, but on the other hand... I'm glad that you feel that you're cherishing it somehow.

Is it shameful? It's hard to feel fulfilled by this kind of things like this."What should I do? Should I go to the gate?"

As we walked down the street, Mr. Jiro asked us a question.

I think it would be fun to walk along the street like this...

"Well... may I go towards the wetlands?"

Pointing to the path I usually didn't go, I begged.

I really wanted to see the wetlands with Mr. Yashiro.

"It's dark, so be careful."

"Yes,"

After diverting from the road for a while, we found ourselves on a levee.

In the past, it used to be natural to walk on gravel because of this unevenness, but now it's become a road where people tell you to be careful about your feet.

Everything has changed since Mr. Jiro came.

That's a good one, too.

I am truly proud of Mr. Yashiro.

And I respect Mr. Yashiro, who has achieved many such feats, and who remains humble.

Sister and grandfather, whom I thought I could respect the most in my life.

Maybe Mr. Yashiro will surpass those two. Maybe it's already exceeded.

I owe it to my sister and grandfather that I can live like this now.

But...

In order for me to live in the future... I need Mr. Yashiro.

If you don't stay, I'll be in trouble.

Mr. Jiro is a very special person to me -- that's why.

I muttered, looking at my wide back.

"... Mr. Jiro,"

If possible...

"Stay with me all the time..."

The voice that disappeared in the wind probably hasn't reached Mr. Jiro.

That's all right.

That's just self-satisfaction.

Then we stopped as we went further across the river and the road became even more rough.

"It's still a bitter place,"

before entering the wetlands

Looking at the primeval forests, Mr. Yashiro said these words.

Certainly, it's damp and pungent.

It's such a place where you can even feel scared when you see it in the middle of the night.

But...

"This is where I began,"

I heard that I was dumped in the wetlands when I was young.

Sister said that it was probably thrown over the cliffs of the thirtieth leg.

If you throw it away there, there will be no children you don't need...

"...yeah,"

Suddenly, Mr. Jiro grabbed me by the hand.

My right hand was tightened with force and force.

Oh, I'm sure you've got some grief on your face.

I'm sorry to bother you again.

"…that's all right." I'm... very happy."

Speaking of my origin, I may be in an unhappy situation.

But... it's strange to say "thanks to that," but... I'm living very happily surrounded by wonderful people.

To the Spirit, to the Sisters, to the grandfathers, to everyone who has been involved with me... to Estella's friends... and to Jiro's...

I've received so much happiness that no matter how much I appreciate it's not enough.

"I am a happy man,"

I will hold Mr. Jiro's hand tightly.

Don't let go of it again.

Don't run away from my hands.

"Do you know that this wetland is under the spell of mercy of the Spirit?"

"Is that so?"

"Yes,"

The grim expression cleared up and the usual cheerful expression of Mr. Jiro's expression came back.

"The cliff between here and the thirtieth leg is said to be up to 37 meters long."

"That's that much..."

"The Sister said that if you drop the baby from there, it wouldn'

"Well... no matter how low the swamp is... it's impossible."

"But if you throw a baby away here, someone will find it in very healthy condition."

Falling off a cliff will not hurt you.

Not only that, but the day the baby was thrown in the wetlands, the Sister said, 'I feel something.' And on the day he went out saying this, he always had a new brother and sister in the church.

I'm sure that the Spirit God has been informed of the kind-hearted Sister.

"Well... so do I..."

Mr. Yashiro pats his face and mutters something.

I speak to that profile.

in a way that someone enjoys chatting

"In the past year I've had a lot less opportunities to come... but before I used to come here and look at the scenery."

When I had a hard time, or when I felt unbearably lonely... I used to stare at this view alone here.

my birthplace

When I thought about it, I felt like I was going to calm down.

It's such a special view here.

Mr. Yashiro and I are now looking at the scenery together.

The more time I spend with Mr. Yashiro, the more enjoyable the color will be repainted.

Happy, warm, gentle... I'll be filled with memories like memories.

I'm glad to be seen with you.

"Thank you very much. I'm satisfied."

bow one's head in thanks

I may have made a troublesome request.

on a dark path

But Mr. Jiro didn't blame it or blame it...

"Well, will you be going now?" It's getting a little cold."

That's what you're going to say that.

"Yes, that's right. Let's go home."

Still holding hands.

I feel the warmth of Mr. Jiro.

Rubbing your arms with an empty hand, Mr. Yashiro makes a cold gesture.

with some sort of the sort

Oh...Yup.

I agree

If it's cold...

"Then don't let go of me,"

"He?"

"Let's go home holding hands and warming each other, just as we did after the festival."

Your hands are very warm.

"Well... oh, yes,"

At times like this, Mr. Yashiro smiles shyly.

The expression makes me want to hug him. It's always hard to control that impulse.

Hold hands firmly and turn back the way you came.

I feel like I'm going home faster than I am going home.

I'm sure this walk will soon be over.

When I get home, today is over, and from tomorrow I will continue to have the same days. . . . .

The same daily life should continue.

My chest aches again, and I feel a tight squeeze in my throat.

I want to chat, but I can't speak... I'm almost done with my walk.

After walking silently for a while, Mr. Jiro began to speak quietly.

It happened when I came to this city...

"I, too, fell down that precipice."I thought I was going to die, but I managed to survive."

That's what happened...

I have to thank the spirit god.

If it weren't for the spirit... I don't know what would have happened to Mr. Jiro.

"I ran through the wetlands... it was really dark around here... I ran at full speed."

I'm a little sorry to hear the story of Mr. Yashiro, who is afraid of darkness... I laughed.

"And I was hungry and couldn't run any more!"

For a moment, a wrinkle creased between Mr. Yashiro's eyebrows and he changed his expression to something bright.

"...yes. Yodamari-tei."

Maybe I was losing my memory of Yodamari-tei.

It was dangerous, I'm glad you remembered it.

And that's... proof that Mr. Yashiro takes care of the Yodamari-tei so much... I'm kind of happy.

After that, Mr. Yashiro and I walked down the road, telling a little bit of a nostalgic stories.

hand in hand

It was a really fun time.

"I see you,"

as Mr. Jiro puts it I saw the Yodamari-tei in front of me.

I'm done with the walk.

next time

...if only Mr. Jiro remembered me at the time of the "next time."

"Oh..."

Suddenly an idea came to my mind, and the desire to carry it out at all costs sprang up in my mind.

a little prank

a game

Really, it may be a piece of cake, but I really want to try it.

With a little plot in my mind, I came back to the Yodamari-tei with Mr. Jiro.

Then, as soon as Mr. Jiro opened the door, he rushed into the shop first.

Mr. Yashiro stands at the entrance in surprise at my sudden start.

I made a deep, cute, polite bow to Mr. Jiro.

"Welcome to Yodamari-tei,"

I couldn't do it when Mr. Jiro came back, so I really wanted to do it now.

Hmm... What a silly joke!

"...what is it?" What a surprise!"

"Huh. I'm sorry. I really wanted to try it."

We giggle at each other and look at our watches.

It's time to rest, isn't it?

...and, in the end, he didn't call me his name.

"Mr. Jiro,"

Maybe you don't remember me when you wake up tomorrow.

Still, I...

"Let's eat together again tomorrow".

I want to be with you.

In this Yangdaljeong.

"...good night,"

I don't shed tears.

It's not that Mr. Jiro is to blame.

The hardest part is Mr. Yashiro.

I bow my head to the kitchen.

Go over the level difference in the counter and go through the entrance of the kitchen.........

"I'm sorry, I forgot to say one thing."

...what?

Looking back, I saw Mr. Yashiro laughing in front of the counter.

And after he looked apologetic, he smiled.

"Good afternoon, Jeanette,"

As soon as I was called by my name, I rushed out, hit my back on the counter, dropped a lot of bottles, ignored all of them...

I jumped into Mr. Jiro's chest.

I stretched out my arms as far as I could, caught him, and then I shrunk my arms as I could and hugged him.

"...Welcome home." Mr. Jiro,"

Welcome back, the instant you put it into words, the instant you feel safe... it seems to me that human happiness is concentrated in one word.

proof that one's loved one has returned home properly

"... Welcome back... Mr. Jiro... Welcome back... No..."

"Good afternoon, Jeanette. I'm sorry I'm late."

"No... It's all right,"

I'll always be here.

I'll always be waiting for you to come back in this sunny place.

"Mr. Jiro..."

I heard a crash of a hard object falling on the floor, and Mr. Jiro muttered, "...oh, it's over at last." I'm not sure, but I was very relieved by that."

"Yay, now......."

I began to cry.

like a child

clinging to Mr. Jiro

"I'm worried,"

"...Yes. I was worried."I was scared.

Something Mr. Jiro will forget.

I felt lonely.

All the time Mr. Jiro wasn't there.

It was painful.

I've been having a hard time.

"I'm sorry,"

"No......no."

It's not bad.

"If you're worried, I'll do anything . . . . . . . instead."

She must have looked disgraceful with tears and runny nose, but I just wanted to see her face, so I just looked up and prayed that she wouldn't laugh at all.

And I smiled as hard as I could at Mr. Yashiro-san.

"Be sure to come back," Here. To this Sunsettei...."

I've been... waiting for you here.

"... oh,"

The short voice seemed positive or hesitant, but... at least not negative, so I was relieved.

I cried for a while, and until I calmed down, I was spoiled by Mr. Jiro... I felt embarrassed right after I stopped crying.

This is... ...embarrassing.

What should I do?

"... Jeanette,"

"Yes!?"

Standing at the entrance of the kitchen, with his back facing me, Mr. Yashiro said in a low voice.

"Your wish... I'll try to make it come true as much as possible..."

"He..."

"Good night, then,"

Having said that, Mr. Jiro was rushed into the kitchen.

a moving footsteps

My wish I mentioned earlier is.........huh.

If you have any idea... muttered Mr. Jiro so that he could not hear you...

"Stay with me all the time..."

But I don't think I can hear such a small voice."

But if that's the case...

Oh... Oh no, my face is going to melt like chocolate.

It wasn't decided that... just to think how happy I would be if it were so...

"I don't mind the details."

You don't have to know what Mr. Jiro meant.

But I'm sure Mr. Yashiro would...

"Yasilo, let's do our best again tomorrow."

I bowed to Mr. Jiro's room and decided to sleep.

I'm sure you'll have a wonderful dream today.

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