The plain and unnoticed me is no more

Elaine, I'm gonna throw it next, so it's your turn.

"Ahahaha, I'm going to throw it again!"

"Ugh, __ __, please throw it straight! I'm not good at it, I'm not good at it."

"Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you hurt?

"Fufu, I'm fine. Dear __ __, I won't get injured until the yarn ball hits my face. Would you like to play catchball next? Look, it's pathetic to have a servant pick up balls over and over again."

I had a dream.

A childhood dream.

In my dream, I was probably four to five years old, with a boy about the same age with gentle milk tea hair, running around the garden, playing baseball, and it was kind of fun.

Such a boy was somehow very close to me, even though he wasn't my friend. The name and face of the boy are as unclear as if there was noise in the video, and I can't remember what kind of name or face it was.

Where do you feel the emotions coming from now? It's so nostalgic, so you can tighten your chest.

As usual, I woke up with the voice of a bird, and for some reason I was weeping. She wiped her cheeks with her hands and went to the bathroom to wash her face. And this unspeakably complex emotion was washed away with cold water along with drowsiness.

I used to play baseball with boys before I went to elementary school, but when I was a kid, I didn't have any friends to play with. Evan treats me like a girl all the time and never runs around playing in the garden.

My grandfather's harsh discipline began around the age of six.

Yes, before discipline began, I grew up relaxed, and my family was incredibly victorious and transvestite.

That's why Grandpa was so tough, but forget why he's being so tough. I wonder when I've been being beaten unreasonably. Previously on common sense, corporal punishment of children is a form of abuse, but it still passes somewhat in this world.

I'm sure he's a tough guy, but thanks to his patience and discipline, he was able to acquire common sense in this world.

I was trapped in the way of thinking and common sense of my previous life, and I couldn't accept the common sense of this world honestly, especially since I got to the heart of things.

Speaking of milk tea hair, the colour of Fred's hair that I could see only for a moment was the same. I wonder if it was that impressive. To the point where you dream?

"Oh, I can't even think about it anymore. It's just a dream."

Maybe the memory of the past and the memory of the present are mixed up in the dream. Maybe if I looked at the boy more carefully, his face might have been Japanese.

I had such a dream before, but when I dreamed of being in high school in the previous life, Chiyo, Shin and Taki came out and talked as normal classmates. It's with that.

After washing my face, I pumped water into the glass and watered the Blue Daisy I received yesterday for the first time.

"Good morning, new flowers are going to bloom today. Some buds are swollen. Fufu, it's really cute. I wonder how Singh felt when he bought you."

I was healed by the flowers and felt a slightly rough feeling, calming down again.

When I touched the light blue petals and walked away from the scene to start dressing up, there was no wind, but the sawdust and flowers were shaking like answering my question with time difference.

After getting dressed, I started cooking rice for rice balls. Then there was a noise, and Chiyo woke up rubbing her eyes as she slept.

"Good morning Lana-san, I'm sleepy..."

"Morning, Chiyo. What, are you sleepless?

"Yes, just for a moment. Actually, Liam came back late last night, but Fred and I went out in the middle of the night because we had an emergency. They said they weren't coming back for a while."

In Chiyo's private room, the bell placed at the front counter sounds good, so if there's a guest coming and going at night, she'll take care of it. Of course, there is a bell that informs you of the arrival of customers from outside, and if you pull the string next to the door, the bell attached indoors rings lean.

"Well, you went out in the middle of the night? You should have waited for dawn and left, but you were in such a hurry. All right, all right. You can sleep a little longer until the rice is cooked.

"Well then, just a little bit. Please wake me up when the rice is cooked."

"Yeah, good night, Chiyo."

I lay down on the workbench and put a blanket on Chiyo, who immediately began to breathe with Suyasuya, and I began to prepare onigiri gear.

This is too much for Chiyo. Thanks to Taki's getting used to the work, I can handle it in my absence, but there is no substitute for Chiyo's work. Maybe I should pull the string to my room so that the bell rings exclusively for the night.

While thinking like that, I cooked up the rice and transferred it from the pot to one, and in response to the smell, the chills occurred.

"Ah, why didn't you wake me up? I'll do that."

"... hey, Chiyo. Shall I stop working in the morning? No matter how young you work from early morning to late at night, this will ruin your body."

On my sudden proposal, Chiyo blinked and shook his head sideways.

"No! I'm not tired. I'm really tired because I eat Lana's dinner every day. In general, rice balls are quite profitable! It's no use stopping it."

Chiyo seems worried about losing money. But depending on how you do it, you might be more profitable than you are now.

"No, just stop selling it in the morning and sell it at the outside stall during lunch hours, like before. I'm sorry for stopping by in the morning, but isn't that more efficient? There are a lot of guests coming for lunch, but there are a lot of people who can't get in and go home in this cramped dining room. If you sell rice balls outside, you won't have to waste your time, will you?

Though he seemed convinced by my explanation, Chiyo, who was still obsessed with something, did not shake his neck vertically.

"Because that's it....."

"Do you care about Miss Findley? Even if he can't come directly, don't worry, the servant will come and buy it instead.

"But then, why don't we add the lunch sale? I'll leave the seller to another girl, won't I?

We're proposing to reduce the workload for both of us, so what are we gonna do with it?

I wonder if Chiyo has become fond of Evan. If Evan doesn't come soon, she comes every morning. You come to talk to me every time, so you've been in a bit of trouble lately.

What should I do? You want to talk to Chiyo about that? I don't feel like breaking a girl's dream.