Singing Lady Bird

Chapter 8

Life one day with Iris Canary is very quiet, unlike a stranger at a resort in Fulham.

　He wakes up at 9am, eats breakfast prepared by the boys of his housemates, works in the garden before the scorching sun, cooks and lunches, cleans the house until the heat subsides, and then at night. When the sun went down, he went back home, cooked and had dinner again, called the boy at 9pm and headed to his room, he said, told Fulham he had finished his work for the day. I didn't ask her when she was sleeping, but she probably didn't wake up for an hour. It's like a retired parent. Energetic, wealthy parents who have lived permanently in Tui, another country, are in the normal Fulham category, but Iris is even flatter, with or without people in the outside world. When I wondered what I was looking for, it appeared in his eyes at this moment.

　When he finished cleaning, went to the balcony and read a book, he sometimes looked out to sea and listened, as if something was calling out to him. When I heard the voice of a spirit somewhere far away and unattainable, my blue eyes were filled with a hint of sadness and a calm emotion called sadness.

　At other times, in the garden in the afternoon, I felt loneliness and loneliness on my lips, which were slightly smiling while watering the flowers.

　When I saw Noi, the expression disappeared. He loved his housemate from the bottom of his heart, and if he had love, his shadow would be erased.

　Fulham are more confident. Iris wants someone to love.

　Iris this afternoon is watering the greenery in the garden with a hose. The shade of vegetation softened the heat, but the nape of his hair shone slightly from the sweat, and Fulham was drawn to the grass and things drifting from it. When no one saw her, she wore the same dress every day, but she had a beautiful skeleton that made her look at the top of her shoulder blades and made her want to follow it.

“Did you bring the cut branch?” Iris suddenly turned around. Perhaps he showed a surprised face, he laughed and replied, "When you stand up, a shadow forms and it's cool."

"I'm glad you came, but I don't want to have time."

“Why don't you come out?” Ask what you always wanted to ask. It was a bitter smile that came back.

"I don't like being bright... Have you ever been afraid to look in the mirror while traveling? I thought it was perfect when I got ready at home, but ugly when I came out!" "

　I don't play at night, is that the kind I hate? That was enough to make him satisfied. I'm tired of the type that sparks attraction ****.

"Funny. From my point of view, you are very interesting. Golden combed hair, glowing skin from the inside, and blue eyes from soft gems."

　He made that face. “You're the only one who said that.” Then he turned his back and shook the end of the hose, blocking his words.

"Iris"

"I'm in trouble, so I want you to stop, that's what I mean," she said slowly. "I don't want to fall in love with anyone"

　He turned around before Fulham said anything. What comes to mind is a smile, but hospitality.

"I'm not good at what ordinary people think is normal. I never thought that one person should not be lonely, and I don't think I'm happy with that money ... I never thought I needed him. "

"You're beautiful, Iris"

"I don't need it, Fulham," Iris shook her head softly as she simply said the facts. "I like homework. Broom clean, clean, decorate flowers, arrange dishes. The house is my palace and everything is perfect for me. Anyone bothers me. I don't want to.

"So, are you going to kill your heart?"

　Iris stopped and smiled slowly.

"I'm tired of being swung around."

　Rotate the main plug of the hose making a puddle of water and take it from his hand as he starts cleaning. With that momentum, a drop of water fell from the end of the hose to his feet, and Fulham immediately pulled Iris who had stepped back. He's seen. He saw it too. Lukewarm water and blue-green scent. The line of sight is entangled.

　It was a well-known fact for Fulham that Iris Canary wanted someone he could accept. Otherwise, are we going to welcome a foreign child or a man who comes to get a job? She's lonely. Just don't know for yourself.

　That's why I put my lips together. A thrilling one might try to make a static sound. He had the good sense to stop when he heard it. So earlier than that, I devoured my lips deeply. Lips at night are alcohol, but lips during the day are hot water and lemon. He constantly asked for it, like drinking cold water. However, the drought is getting worse. Hot flames lit up in the core.

　But before it burned any further, Fulham used several excuses. It was still noon, and at home there was still a commotion. If there was a delicate atmosphere to each other, he would easily guess it. It's not that I didn't think about it at first, but a kiss with Iris deserves to be sidelined once.

　His eyes shone with shock and heat. To him, this kiss was a heartwarming kiss. However, he frowned and roughly wiped his lips with the back of his hand. View criticism.

"I want to die," Iris quickly muttered the spell, and realized something and threw away face. It was a white woman who leaped hastily under the shadow of the grass.

"Mrs McGregor"

"Well, Iris, hello. It's hot today, too."

　Iris, who called out her name in a disgusting tone, said something, but it seemed like she was just saying, "That's right." Curiosity Mrs. McGregor was already siding with him, and Iris sighed and introduced him.

"My friend, Fulham."

"Good morning, Mrs. McGregor," smiled and approached, and extended his hand.

"Good morning, Fulham. Please call me Linda. Iris and my neighbor. But you feel like you've seen it somewhere...?"

"A mediocre face that seems to be everywhere. I wish it were easier to understand, for example with beautiful eyes. Like you."

"Oh, you're good at it," said the wife, who looked uncomfortable, and stuck her head towards Iris.

"Iris. Have you ever had a problem? You're the only one. You're worried if you're the only boy."

　Iris replied with a piercing laugh.

"Thank you for your concern, but it's okay. Noi is a good boy."

"You're good, Linda."

"That's not the problem. It's natural to help people in need."

"I'm happy with that heart" Fulham smiled.

"But don't worry, I'm here for that."

"Oh yeah? But if there's anything, please let me know. Later again..."

　Not busy, Mrs. McGregor returned his heels. Fulham loosened his shoulders. I looked behind me, which I was going to talk about, and asked Iris.

"What kind of person is he?"

"Mrs. McGregor is the owner of the company in Youthua, and he retired here. It seems that his wife is in charge of organizing the retirees of this resort. I never participated. It seems to have something to do with."

　I finally came up with it. McGregor's family was wealthy Yusua, and his wife's taste was conspicuously well known. I like the distribution of money in the name of investment.

　Well, I think the cause of noticing this face is the TV or the newspaper, but "Are you there?"

　Iris shouted into the house.

"No, let's go shopping for dinner!"

　I heard the footsteps of a boy running around the house. Stepping from the green shadow to the shadow, Iris sat down and exhaled deeply, as if to encourage herself. Looking back, it was clear that he was angry.

"What are you gonna do? It's okay to have a phone answering machine" Fulham said with a slight annoyance, as his tone would be calmer if possible.

Make a distance with the words "I'll accompany you, miss". As I looked at her to see if she was satisfied with this, Iris' eyes had a color that could withstand spicy food for some reason. He shouted an indescribable loneliness when he asked for distance. There is no doubt that is the true voice of the heart. If you remember that kiss.