A place like Shia's Blood, which is similar to the combination of a bar and a hostel, seems to be prosperous even late at night, but in fact, as the night wears on, people leave and it becomes completely empty. "I tell you, boss, I'm ...... ahem, really ......"
"Mm-hmm."
Old Mrs. Shia cleaned the counter with a rag while perfunctorily addressing the drunk's complaints.
"My, that ...... bitch is really ......"
"It's already late."
"Nothing, I tell you......"
"Your wife is going to come looking for trouble."
Hearing this, the drunken man winced, mumbled and dressed, then dashed out of the store, then rushed back, slapped a silver coin on the counter, and hurried out again.
--the last customer also left.
Old Mrs. Shia sighed, put the silver coin into the counter, and soaked his used cup in the sink, ready to go back to her room.
Just as she passed the fireplace, Shia found a child lying on the floor, wrapped in a rug curled up, shivering and asleep.
...... Probably some drunkard got high and forgot to bring even his own child with him.
She squatted down and gently tapped on the child's head.
"Hey, where is your parents?"
"Mmmm......"
The child turned over with and grabbed the air in a messy manner, accidentally pulling off Shia's hairband."......"
The child opened his eyes, looked at the human face in front of him, blinked, sniffled, and cried loudly.
"Who is it!?"
The angry shouts of the guest came from upstairs.
"......"
Shia forcefully snatched the hairband from the child's hand and lifted him by the arm.
"Hey, where's your parents."
"...... ooh ...... ooh, I don't know."
...... really.
The old lady subconsciously touched her cheek, then picked up the child's chin.
"Don't cry, go to sleep, or your parents will not come back for you tomorrow."
The child was so frightened that his breathing stalled and he got up. So the old lady picked him up and slowly paced upstairs to her room and tucked him into bed.
Well, just stay in the basement for tonight ......
With this in mind, she walked into the underground warehouse and found that the lights were still on.
The old Finland was tinkling something.
"Hey, dead old man, you still up?"
The old man was shocked with a shiver, warily glanced at her, which returned to calm.
"I’m doing my business," the old man continued to repair the tools he would use tomorrow, "What about you, old woman? You're not sleeping either?"
"Couldn't sleep so I came down to visit," Shia approached his side, pointing on the hundreds of small props and parts, "Are you planning to become famous overnight? "
"There was no need for so many, who knew that Tassili ......"
"Tassili...... "
"Don't talk about him, are you coming tomorrow?"
Shia blinked and didn't respond to his question.
"...... Speaking of which, I'd like to ask, why do you think it'll work out this time?"
"It's not that I feel that way, but I'm out of time. Just a few nights like this, my body was a little overwhelmed."
The old man coughed twice and tossed his tools to the side.
"Done?"
"Well, done."
"Do it great."
"......"
The old man was silent for a moment and tossed his flowing hair.
"- Need you to say, dead old woman. Watch out for this......"
He put his arm in his waist and made a 360° full body swing.
"This, is the miracle that the wildly chaotic Flower Juggler can achieve without any effort - goo!"
"...... huh."
The old lady shrugged her shoulders and stopped paying attention to this silly old man who had hurt his back and prepared to go to the fireplace to spend the night.
