Chapter 17 Classical style-1

——I also want to read this kind of novel. (author) A Mino Juro is the heir of Earl Mino Hideki, and he is twenty-eight years old this year. One night, Mino came home drunk, and the house was inexplicably noisy.Mino didn't care too much, "Who is it?" came a voice from inside her mother's room.It was my mother's voice. "It's me," Mino replied clearly, pushing open the paper door of the living room.In the room, the mother sat far away by herself, and five or six servants huddled up and sat in the corner opposite to the mother. "What's going on?" Mino asked standing up.

Mother seemed to be a little embarrassed, "Did you see my paper knife? The silver one. That knife is missing." Mino showed an impatient expression. "I see. I took it." After finishing speaking, he didn't close the door, turned back unsteadily and continued to walk through the corridor into his bedroom.Mino was very drunk.As soon as he took off his shirt, he fell asleep on the bed with a thud. My mouth was a little thirsty, I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, and there was a petite girl standing beside the pillow with her head bowed.Mino said nothing.Fortunately, the hangover from last night has not subsided at all, and I am too tired to even open my mouth.The girl looks familiar, she must be a newly hired maid at home.But the name has been forgotten.

Meinong stared at the maid raptly, and gradually became flustered. "What are you doing?" Mino even felt a little dirty. The girl immediately raised her head, her face was pale, her cheeks convulsed and distorted due to the abnormal tension.It doesn't look ugly, but it always makes people feel like a poor creature, which makes Mino a little angry. "You idiot." Mino cursed thoughtlessly. "I..." The maidservant lowered her head again, her voice trembling. "I used to think that Master Juro was a person who didn't learn well (いけない)." At this point, the girl sat limply on the ground.

"Is it about the paper cutter?" Mino said with a smile. The girl nodded quietly two or three times, and secretly flashed the small silver paper knife from under the apron. "It's too strange for you to steal the paper knife. However, if it's because of its beauty, I have nothing to say." The girl began to cry silently.Mino was in a slightly happier mood, what a wonderful morning!he thought. "It's my mother's fault. I keep buying foreign documents that I obviously don't read, and I can be satisfied just by cutting paper. What kind of hobby, really." Mino lay on the bed and stretched exaggeratedly.

"No," the girl lifted her upper body and brushed her hair, "Madame is a virtuous woman. I hate people talking bad about my family." Mino sat up slowly, crossed her legs on the bed, and smiled wryly to herself. "How old are you?" "Nineteen years old." The girl answered honestly, and lowered her head again, looking very happy. "You go back." Mino felt that asking the servant's age was obscene. The girl was still sitting sideways with one hand propped on the cushion, motionless. "I won't tell anyone, okay, please get out quickly."

Girls really want that knife.I want that shiny shuriken.However, no matter what, it is impossible to ask "give it to me".The girl slammed the knife, which was wet from her own sweat, on the cushion, and ran out of the room like a rabbit. B Ogami Photo (おのえてる) is a girl with a strong personality and a shy smile and an elegant figure.She is the eldest daughter of a shamisen maker on a street in Asakusa.The store used to be very large, but when Ah Zhao was thirteen years old, his father’s fingertips began to tremble because of drinking, so he couldn’t work, and the hired masters couldn’t meet the required standards. Due to fate, Azhao had to live in a buckwheat house in Senju and work as a servant.I worked in Senju for two years, then I lived in Milk Hall(1) in Tsukishima for a while, and then I moved to Miku(よねきゅう)(2) in Ueno, where I stayed for three years.Among the meager salary, even if it is only two or three yuan, she will send it home on time every month.After turning eighteen, Azhao went to the teahouse in Xiangdao to become a daughter. There was a new-school grandfather-level actor who was a regular customer there. Angrily, he swallowed camphor and pretended to be dead.The tea house fired her, and she returned to her hometown where she had not been for five years.The family has an extra master called Kanzang who was hired three years ago. He is skillful and honest. The family has entrusted him with the store, and finally slowly began to restore the prosperity of the past, and Ah Zhao no longer has to force himself to go out to help.Ah Zhao began to help out with housework and practice acupuncture in a serious manner.Ah Zhao has a younger brother.Unlike Ah Zhao, he was a taciturn and cowardly child who worked hard to learn from Kanzang and help the store work.Ah Zhao's old parents wanted to betroth Ah Zhao to Kanzang, so that his younger brother would be taken care of all his life.Both Azhao and Kanzang felt their parents' calculations more or less, but they didn't feel disgusted.Nineteen years old.Ah Zhao has also gradually entered the age where she can marry. The old mother suggested to her, would you like to find a decent mansion to help a servant for a while for the purpose of practicing morality?Ah Zhao, who has always been the most obedient to her parents, happily agreed to her: This is really much better than the current state of being full every day.Relying on the intercession of a well-known hermit who is a regular customer of the store, the place of the helper was finalized.It is Earl Mino's house.

Mino's house was a very dull place, Ah Zhao felt as if he was living in a temple.On the morning of the second day when he came here to work as a servant, Ah Zhao found a notebook in front of the yard, which was filled with inexplicable things.It was Minojuro's notes. ○Nor is that, and neither is this. ○ nothing. ○Remember to give FN five yuan chips.Rose bouquets are suitable for white and light red.Wednesday.The problem is how it behaves when presented to him. ○About Nero's loneliness. ○Behind the gentle greetings of kind people, there is always some kind of intention hidden.It hurts to think about it.

○Someone will kill me. ○In the future, suits will be paid in installments.Absolutely. ○I can’t get serious. ○Last night, I asked someone to tell my fortune.I heard it will live a long life.It is said that there will be many children and grandchildren. ○Nurture until death. ○ Mozart. Mozart. ○I hope that I can die and contribute. ○ Filled eight cups of coffee.Nothing happened. ○The enemy of culture, the radio.loudspeaker. ○Buy a bicycle.Useless. ○Give six hundred yen to the proprietress of Moritaya.Perhaps borrowing money is an obligation in life. ○ It is impossible for a camel to get into a pinhole.Absolutely impossible.

○How easy it is to bury me. ○ Gonghou Bozi male.Gong, Hou, Bo, Zi, male. ○The hot spring is good. ○Mino Juro.Mino Juro.Mino Juro.Do you want to print a business card with number one typeface? ○H, idiot. D, low energy.Golf trophies are for drool. S, idiot.Only the school will be in attendance. U, the living dead.How can you be a miser at such a young age. Mr. O is good.Not bad in terms of masculinity alone. ○ Daylight should be something that fades away. ○Mito Yellow Gate, roaming around the countries is the wish of the rest of my life. ○ I fear respect. ○Long live the decline.

○Don't forget Pascal (3). ○I heard that 70% of Yun prostitutes are crazy. "It should make sense." ○ Someone is watching. ○I think everyone is a good person. ○Will you die if you swallow cigarettes? ○Sit facing the table and stare carefully at the ten-dollar bill.It's incredible stuff. ○Blood hell. ○The cheaper the alcohol, the easier it is to get drunk. ○ I looked in the mirror and laughed out loud.Anyway, my face is not suitable for dating. ○ After a long time, it turned out to be reeds on the mountain. ○The effort I made to become an ordinary person.

○ Anyway, it was verbal.After all, it was spoken word of mouth.Everything is verbal. (4) ○ Make an appointment with Ms. KR to give her earrings. ○The sons of man all have the same face. ○ hate sexual desire. ○ Tomorrow. Looking at it, Ah Zhao felt very incredible.While sweeping and sweeping the courtyard, I shook my head and thought about it several times.This notebook, which could be called the scriptures of the devil, casts the shadow of a rough fate in the precious body of Ah Zhao who is not yet married. C Laugh at me, every night, every night, I talk only to flowers.I hate everyone now including you.Flowers, even if they are tens of thousands of cherry blossoms, each one has a surprising personality.I am lying on my bed right now, licking and licking the pencil, thinking and thinking, writing down one word after another, almost dying of pain.I gaze at the daffodils beside my pillow.Under the lamp, there are three daffodils, one to the right, one to the left, and one with its head down. They will talk to me one by one.Say to the earnest flower on the right, I understand.However, you must live.Say to the lively flower on the left, anyway, this is how the world is.The withered flowers bowed their heads and said, Princess, you are not even as good as flowers.A born classical person, even if he is silent, is already unprecedented, even the flowers are smiling and looking at our fate like ornaments on the alcove.The beautiful stone ornaments on the alcove are in the shape of Mount Fuji, and people only hear the sound of praise from afar. It seems that this is not something that can be eaten or touched.No one will know how cold and painful it is for the ornaments of Mt. Fuji to be there alone.It's hilarious to the extreme.At the end of culture, there will always be silly jokes that make people laugh.I even feel like every road to parenting leads to purposeless belly laughs.Maybe I am the most unhealthy and dull woman in the world, but it is also because of this that I can understand the most sublime and true health and fortitude without false mornings in the world. Why do we have to live?As long as we meditate and worry about this problem for a day, we will not see the morning sun for a day.It seems that this is the only problem that troubles us.Ah, with every sigh one takes a hundred steps back.Recently I came to a very harsh conclusion.That is the invariable conclusion that nobles are all egoists.No, don't say anything.You really have only yourself in your heart.It is only for your own image that you are spinning around in agony on the verge of death.You should know that besides the three narcissus, there is also a small mirror beside my pillow.I gaze at the flowers, and I also look into this mirror, and speak to my beautiful face inside.I just said, beautiful.I love my face very much.No, it should be said that I regret my face.Tell me the truth, you too had the exact same night.Doesn't our misfortune, our troubles, all spring from here, from this mirror?Why can't we just blindly bury ourselves in the mud and smash our bodies to pieces for one person, for a boring relative.How nice it would be if it could be done.If only it could be done with unwavering faith.I'm just going to say some affectation.Please despise me.I am a self-destructive person.My cheeks are flushed now thinking about the article.I love you.