Kitagawa Kako, who took her daughter home from the kindergarten, saw that she was shaved, no longer sloppy, and cleaned up the clean bamboo mustard, and her energetic spirit, she couldn't help but feel that her eyes were bright. With a three-point smile on her face, she blurted out: "It seems that your new work is completed." ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't feel too much stunned, nodded at her, and said with the same smile in return: "I know that I am none other than Kakoya." My first novel, "Kokoro", was completed, just waiting for Chie Sakai to come over. ”

"So, I'm not only going to add a few more dishes to celebrate for you tonight, but I'm also going to add one more person's portions." Kako Kitagawa, who has been holding her daughter's right hand with her right hand, leaned over to him while smiling without changing.

Bamboo grass mustard, who slapped his hands with a "snap" towards little Lori, regained his fatherly smile and said, "Baby, come to me." After hesitating for a moment, Kitagawa Miyuki, who put his left index finger into his mouth, looked at him stupidly and blinked his eyes twice, as if he felt that the father who doted on him the most more than two months ago was back again, let go of the hand holding his mother, spread his arms, and happily ran towards him and trotted two steps over.

Pouted his buttocks back, greeted each other with both hands, hugged her bamboo mustard, and suddenly got up and smiled happily: "Oh, you're a lot heavier than before." If you continue to grow flesh like this, I won't be able to hold you. So, on weekdays, you still have to control that little mouth and try to stuff as little stuff into it as possible. ”

Kitagawa Miyuki, who pouted her little mouth high, raised her little head at a forty-five degree angle, clasped her hands around his neck, and expressed her dissatisfaction: "Dad, you are clearly talking nonsense with your eyes open." I've eaten more than I used to, but since I learned to dance with Sakurai-sensei, I'm obviously lighter than I used to. Let's go to the living room! I'm going to show you what I've recently learned from Mr. Sakurai. ”

Nodding his head a little harder, holding her bamboo mustard with both hands, he weighed up and down a little up and down twice, still feeling that she was heavier than before. For this reason, the two most reasonable explanations, one is that Miyuki is arguing with words, and the other is that she has been in the house for 70 days, staying at home, and rarely exercising, which makes her strength weaken.

Takeshita Grass Mustard, who is not too entangled in this one question, hugged the little Lori and went directly to the living room. He has to be idle, but he wants to enjoy Miyuki this time and have a special "report performance" dance for himself. After her feet hit the ground, Miyuki Kitagawa blew the cowhide loud and loud. In fact, she is still in the stage of practicing basic skills.

She seems to be presentable, dancing and dancing, and she is indeed dancing what the kindergarten teacher taught, not what Hitomi Sakurai did. However, for Takeshita grass mustard, even if the little Lori jumps badly, it is the best. Sitting on top of the couch, he was focused, and the smile on his face was continuous, either clapping his hands gently or giving her a thumbs up on his left and right hands.

When it was close to the meal, Sakai Chie appeared at Kitagawa's house as if she had calculated the time, not too early, not too late. Habitually half-squatting in front of Miyuki, she raised her head slightly upward, and she must have asked little Lori to kiss each of her cheeks. And Kitagawa Miyuki, who is very generous and does not hesitate to kiss herself, holds her face with both hands, gives her a "poo" on the left, and gives her another "poo" on the right.

Chie Sakai, who was satisfied, first said "Miyuki is really good", and then slowly stood up again. I looked at the glass coffee table without a manuscript, and then looked at the bamboo grass mustard sitting on the couch, and suddenly became impatient: "What about the novel you told me?" ”

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, he was very calm and calm, and said slowly: "What are you anxious about?" Could it be that you are still afraid that a boiled duck will fly? ”

Chie Sakai, who is both his editor in charge and his good friend, sat down next to him while putting her handbag on the single sofa and said, "This is not the same as in the past, you are a hot writer at the moment, and you have a writer who sold his first book "Rashomon" all the way." Whoever can win the physical book rights of your first novel will be able to take advantage of the hot sales of your previous book and have a second wave. ”

"I really didn't expect that you editors who are usually cold would become such philistines in front of interests." It's inevitable that Takeshita Kusao, who smiled lightly, really regarded her as a good friend rather than a responsible editor in business. He glanced sideways at her, and said without hesitation.

Sakai Chie, who shrugged her shoulders, didn't feel that he had hurt herself, and said truthfully: "Editors are also people, and they also need money, food, clothing, housing, and transportation." If the publishing house doesn't make money, we don't want to drink the northwest wind. Of course, if the northwest wind can eat enough, so that we do not starve and freeze, and have a tile on our heads to shelter from the wind and rain, we can not talk about money, but only about elegance. ”

"Miss Qianhui, your clever mouth is getting more and more powerful. I, Takeshita grass mustard, throw myself to the ground for the five bodies you admire. Things are printed for you again. Now, it's on the low, square table in my bedroom. You don't need to be in such a hurry, after all, you can take my first 200,000-word novel back and read it slowly. I didn't see her competing with herself, but I heard her so pragmatic.

Chie Sakai, who was not in a hurry to sign the contract in his handbag, always had to take into account the interests of the publishing house. Before she saw "Heart" in person, she didn't dare to guarantee that this was the best masterpiece of Takeshita Grass Mustard. After all, the world's writers who are good at writing short and medium stories are not necessarily good at writing novels, and this includes the world-class French writer Maupassant.

"Oh well! Let's go wash our hands and eat? "I believe that he is a promise, and he will not lie to himself Sakai Chie, and he has successfully completed half of the tasks entrusted to him by the editor-in-chief.

"This sentence at the end of you is the most heartwarming thing that I have heard since you came in." Takeshita Grass Mustard, who laughed, got up from the top of the couch, stared at Xiao Lori with both eyes and said, "Miyuki, let's go, let's go wash our hands and eat!" ”