Singing Lady Bird

Chapter 1

On a windy day, the scent of the waves was brought to Iris' house. Judging from the large window in the bedroom, you could see the bubbling sea approaching like a white horse behind the tops of large and small palm trees. I wore a thin black and green long dress while rubbing my arms in a tropical climate that gently stuck to my skin. Although I combed my golden hair, it was not a good idea to keep it in this heat. I twisted it and tied it with a hairpin, but the damage to the ends of the hair caused by the sun was clearly visible in his blue eyes. Similarly, there was a slight white mark on the shoulder strap of the dress, and I chuckled. I can't brag about the three-month garden tan. After all, this is a resort.

　It has been three months since Iris Canary, a U. S. citizen, came to Tui in the Asian region. Her life was similar to that of an old woman who had reached retirement age and started her second life. The only difference is that the older women enjoy their lives better. I wake up a bit late in the morning and instead of going to bed early, but I don't go to town more than necessary during the day or play water on the beach in front of my house.

　When I left the bedroom and went down to the first floor, there was a small shadow leaping out of the kitchen. When she bumped into Iris, she gave a surprised voice, and while holding a tray, she turned around like a dancer and looked at Iris. Iris told with a big smile.

"Good morning, miss"

"Good morning, Miss Iris!"

　Iris greets at Twi and the boys say hello at Iglen. Noi, a real Tui with black hair, black eyes, and dark skin and a deep carved face, prepared breakfast at the dinner table and moved the heavy wisteria chair to say, "Please!" He's a good guy, only half as tall as Iris.

　Preparing breakfast is Neu's job. In Tui, breakfast was bought at food stalls and convenience stores, and Iris needed the help of a boy to negotiate the price. To be exact, when Iris, a foreign youth, went shopping at a local store, she was seen as a tourist and the price was raised, so if you are a local and get acquainted with the store owner, Noi went shopping. i'm. Instead, Iris told me to have breakfast. Unless you ask for it, buy as much as you can buy what you want to eat. It had been about three months since she took care of me, but Neu had never cheated the change and had not bought anything bad, so these instructions were precise.

　Today's morning meal is a yellow porridge mixed with eggs and spices, and fried bread. The smell of spices and the smell of oil tickled my nose and made me hungry. Tui food is greasy, but it smells unbearable and appealing on an empty stomach. On the other hand, I want to eat vegetables or fruit. It just so happened yesterday, and today the little apple was washed and served as I requested. The refreshing blue aroma and thick aroma of soy milk were still warm from the beverage mix, and the thick, dreamy air filled the table.

　When Iris took her seat, Neu also took a seat in front of her. His desk was rather tall, so he sat on a chair with his legs folded. Iris said she started eating with a spoon.

"No, don't be noisy."

　Noi, who was sipping porridge, nodded "yes". How to hold a spoon is corrected so that it can be propped up by the fingers, so it does not matter. At first I was reluctant to teach a Tui boy teen style table manners instead of Tui style, instead, but he doesn't hate Neu and tells himself that he might need him somewhere in the future. I want him to be a good adult if possible. Neu quietly brought the porridge to his mouth.

"Lunch and dinner, what do you want to eat?"

"I don't care if it's made by a woman" the boy said. She loved eating decent Iris food, so it was worth making. "Nodame," Iris said, with a smile on her face.

"You should think about it. Like last time, you can eat steak for dinner."

　The boy's cheeks remained loose. The thick beef may have revived those cheering memories. And it was so soft that I could bite it with a bite. Iris decides to go shopping, saying that today's dinner is steak.

　After finishing eating, Iris went to the park to clean up with Neu. Because the wind is getting stronger. I felt I had to put potted plants lined up in the front yard and the front door into the house. Sky overcast. The wind carries clouds. The usual strong sunlight penetrating the skin softens, but if you go outside like that, your skin will become red. Although already accustomed, ultraviolet Tui rays near the equator in the form of white Iris that feels tight.

　Tui is a long north-south country located in the east of the eastern region called Asia. It is a constitutional monarchy, with the king and prime minister running politics. It takes more than ten hours from the world's second largest continent, Youthua, and the skin color of its inhabitants is yellow or dark.

　Iris settled in the resort area where wealthy whites set up villas, on the southwest coast of Tui. Surrounded by trees taller than the building, it was a two-story building with a brown roof, a, and you can enter the sea from the wide beach by going down the stairs in the square in front of the house. From the outside, it looked like a small villa, but when Iris came, it was not well maintained. The owner, Tiffany, was ill and had not visited for many years. Iris is proud to be able to regain the original landscape Tiffany spent in three months without any help. The garden is neatly arranged, the windows are polished, and there is no dirt on the white sand on the beach ...

　As I was thinking so, Iris frowned, feeling like she had seen an ominous figure. As I slowly approached the beach, I saw two men on the white sand behind the trees. What caught my attention was the cigarette fire they brought into their mouths, and they rubbed their bottoms with their feet to bury them on the beach. Iris down the stairs.

"What are you doing?"

　The duo with their faces lifted - both in the same shape, stroking blonde hair and wearing sunglasses - said with a disgusting smile when they saw Iris.

"No, Louis. I didn't welcome you. Mike, raise your ass."

But this is also our beach, right?” Mike, who was thicker and sturdier than his brother Louis, did not even bend to the ground and stared at Iris from above. ..

"No, this is my beach" said Iris flatly. “Because Tiffany left me. The owner is me too.”

"It belonged to my grandfather? Originally from the Canary clan, it was only inherited by Aunt Tiffany because your mother, Ivey, died."

“But now it's mine.” I will repeat this conversation many times. I don't want to talk about this in a place Tiffany likes. Iris asked frankly, with the intention to gather early.

"What are you doing today? I'll tell you, but I don't have any more inheritance to share."

　Instantly, the facial expressions of my cousins became more clingy. The voice called "Iris" was soothing. I didn't want to see goosebumps on my arms, so I grabbed my arms with one hand and glared at him.

"If you're alone, do you think that big money will be left?"

"Tiffany should have left you with enough heritage. Don't be afraid, stop hitting me."

"Billions, Iris? You have to make good use of it" Louis said.

　Iris folded her hands. "If you say that giving to you is an effective use, it is better to throw it away as a resource."

　Mike, who made his cheek stiff, swung his hand up. The quick cousin immediately resorted to violence. His fist entered his cheek, and an iron bitterness spread in Iris' mouth, which shattered her body with that momentum. The fist that was about to be swung again was stopped by Louis. But instead of taking care of Iris, Louis said coldly and smiled.

"I'm disobedient, so I'll see painful eyes, Iris. I'll come again. If this continues, I don't think I can speak calmly."

"No matter how many times I come, my answer won't change."

"Even though I'm not Tiffany's real son, I'm an inheritance thief!"

"Mike.... Then Iris. We're at Mr. McGregor, so always talk to me."

　Louis glanced at Mike who shouted and silenced him, then laughed so softly that he left the beach. As they pick up the butts they didn't lift and try to return home, Neu, who seems to have been watching, runs in a box of P3K and vinyl-wrapped ice. Iris was depressed by what she saw. I don't want to show it to my kids. I'm glad this kid didn't jump in front of them.

"Thank you"

　I received the ice from Noi, who was looking up anxiously, and placed it on my cheek. The piercing coldness now felt comfortable. The feeling of a frozen mouth wound and pain calmed Iris down. The echoing sounds of "not a real child" and "inheritance thief" were facts he acknowledged, so wherever he hit him, he pushed him in with a deep breath.