Chapter 1: Night 1
Chapter 1: Night 1
"gentlemen--"
Hijikata Shiro looked away from the newspaper, and saw a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a white satin kimono, very solemnly dressed, with silver-white natural curls, dark red eyes, dull eyes, After looking at the person for a long time, he rolled his eyes, his eyebrows were delicate, his white forearm protruded from his sleeve, his fingers twisted the top of his somewhat long hair, inadvertently exuding a sense of coquettish style, while the other hand held Holding a wooden knife at his waist.
Children nowadays are really getting more and more worried. Do they have to be promoted by the newspaper office for playing cosplay in the middle of the night? Tu looked behind the boy, but did not see any other children with the boy in front of him.
"Sir, Ah Yin, I want to advertise." The young man tilted his head.
Young man, hmph~ Although Hijikata thought so in his heart, he still replied: "Okay, what are you going to post?" It's nothing more than some advertisements that want to become famous and make some gimmicks.
"Four big characters and 31 small characters. The daily fee is 320 yen, with a minimum of three days. The last period is charged. If the number exceeds one paragraph, it will be counted as two paragraphs."
"How big is it?"
The earthworker dug out a sample and showed him one of them.
"It's so small, Ai Shan's one eye can't see it." The young man who called himself Ah Yin muttered, and then raised his voice when talking to Tufang, "A Yin, I want to grow up."
"Are you looking for someone?"
"Yeah, Ah Yin has been waiting for a long time, if he doesn't come, I'm leaving."
"If you can see, you can always see." Tufang said to the young man, and took out a pen and paper, "If you are looking for someone, the cost will be calculated separately, calculated side by side, and this newspaper charges 1500 yen per side."
"Who are you looking for?"
"A bastard." The boy tightened his right hand, holding the wooden knife.
"He owes you money?"
"No, he owes me something else."
"Then let him pay you the advertising fee, the content of the advertisement." Tufang made a joke, hoping that the young man who looked a little angry could understand this joke and laugh out loud.
"Jin Zhu, see you at the old place. Yinshi."
There are tens of millions of people named Jinsuke in densely populated Tokyo. It seems that this young man will have to wait a long time to find someone.
"Okay, come back tomorrow morning to settle the fee, and it will be published in the newspaper the day after tomorrow."
"Didn't you tell him to pay?"
"Then you have to find him." Tufang was surprised that the person on the other side didn't understand that it was just a joke.
"Why the day after tomorrow?"
"Anyway, you've been waiting for a long time, and it's not a day away." How long a person who is only sixteen or seventeen years old can wait, the earth party is a little disdainful.
"What's the date today?"
"October eighth."
"Then I'll come back tomorrow." Before leaving, the boy wiped the booger he had picked off on the edge of Tufang's desk, leaving Tufang hysterical.
Hijikata packed his things, and was just about to go upstairs to pick up his little boyfriend Sougo Okita from the News Department, Sougo Okita stood at the stairs looking at him with a strange expression on his face.
"Who was Mr. Hijikata talking to just now?" Sougo looked at Hijikata up and down, with a flattering smile on his lips.
"Tch, a little ghost customer, are you done with work today?" Just as he was about to hug his little boyfriend's waist and warm him up, Souwu waved the notebook and pen in his hand.
"There was a major traffic accident in Dongsandao and I was required to report it. Unlike Mr. Hijikata, I can only sit in the office late at night and imagine that there are guests." Okita Sougo confidently removed the gray scarf around Hijikata's neck Wrap yourself in it, "Mr. Hijikata, continue to fantasize, m~a~d~a~o~"
"Cut~ What an uncute brat."
Tufang muttered, he packed up his things and was about to go home, it was really cold with nothing in his neck.
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