Jenkins took a few steps back, his face flushed slightly, and he realized that his leg seemed to be forced to an incredible position just now.
"A man in his twenties hasn't given his first kiss yet, right? Has no lady ever pursued you?"
The young red-haired girl sneered, subconsciously twisted together by the hands behind her back, she was also uneasy about kissing a man she didn't know very well.
"I, I, of course not!"
This matter is about dignity, even if it is not shameful to lie, I am still an upright gentleman.
"I understand, Mr. Williamette."
She smiled lightly, and then stretched out her fingers to emphasize:
"Don't ask anything, this matter has nothing to do with you, you just kissed a passionate book fan tonight, do you understand?"
The girl raised the corners of her mouth, her face was as charming as the red hair.
"understand."
Jenkins covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly, but felt a strange taste in his mouth.
"This world is much more complicated than you think...you won't understand."
She clapped her hands and turned to leave, but stopped again, turned her head to look into Jenkins' eyes and warned seriously:
"If you tell Britney about this, I'll kill you badly!"
After speaking, he lifted his trousers and hurriedly disappeared into the distance of the alley.
Jenkins was stunned for a long time before he bent down to pick up his cane and wiped the dust with the handkerchief in his pocket. Looking at the direction where the girl disappeared, he gently stroked Chocolate's fur. This was the first time he had such an intimate activity with his peers after living with two bodies for so many years.
"Life is amazing."
Jenkins sighed again under his breath, and the cat licked Jenkins' fingers.
"By the way, why was she so proficient just now?"
Chocolate probably licked the small piece of dark blue ink on Jenkins' hand, twisted his body in dissatisfaction, and slapped him on the face with his tail.
After returning to St. George Street smoothly, a carriage stopped at the intersection. William and his wife, dressed in black formal suits, white shirts and blue dresses and high heels, were waiting for him at the door of Jenkins' house. Robert wore a gold watch, his most expensive piece, and Mary a necklace. Jenkins has not seen it, probably bought it recently.
Jenkins shook his shoulders, Chocolate jumped down, climbed neatly over the white wooden fence in the yard, and then slipped into the house through the small door under the door.
"Jenkins, you need a permit to keep cats in urban areas, otherwise if you are beaten to death or taken away, the police will not accept the case."
Robert gave him a warm hug before warning.
"Yeah?"
Jenkins scratched his hair, and hugged Mary Williams again, "Then I will go to the city hall again soon."
The two came here to see how Jenkins lived alone. Jenkins originally wanted to invite the two to sit in the house, but was rejected.
"We're going to the opera at the State Opera, which is a regular event for gentlemen and ladies of the upper class."
A smile appeared on Robert's handsome face, and he pointed at his clothes, "If I'm here to visit you, you don't need to dress so formally."
"So you came to see me."
Jenkins responded with a smile, but Mary stuffed a bunch of letters: "Actually, we dropped by to deliver a letter to you. This is a letter from your book fan. The publisher forwarded it to your home, and the last time the letter A thank-you letter from the lady who misremembered the letter. Remember to go to the publishing house and change your address. Yo, now our Serena Williams has also become a great writer."
Mary looked very proud and spoke a little louder, Jenkins wasn't sure if it was because of a neighbor who just passed by.
After waving goodbye to the carriage carrying the two of them, Jenkins sighed and walked into his house with the stack of letters.
"Go to the post office to order newspapers, including what I usually read, and "Prospects for Tropical Disease Medicine" for gatherings with Mr. Corpse; go to the milk company to order chocolate and my morning milk; go to register for chocolate; visit neighbors; go to an intermediary to inquire about clean hands and feet cleaning lady; replacing old furniture... Goddess, some have been busy recently."
Living alone, I naturally have to cook dinner by myself. Jenkins' craftsmanship is not bad, and he cooked some meat porridge casually. Chocolate's Treats is a boutique cat food, which isn't the most expensive in the store, but the most expensive Jenkins can afford.
Now that you are ready to raise a cat, you have to take responsibility.
Sitting at the dinner table, holding a wooden spoon in one hand and looking at the letter in his hand with the other. Stranger's Tales can be found in major bookstores in Nolan City, but the publication in other places has not yet fully launched, so here are only enthusiastic local readers who write to express their praise and expectations for Jenkins' stories.
He was a little surprised to find that among the readers of the letter, there were very few children, most of them were young girls, and the plots told in the letter were also related to princes and princesses.
"This is a fairy tale, not a love story!"
Jenkins never expected such a result when he wrote the book.
Limited by the pricing of books and the poor literacy rate of this era, the letters must be girls from middle-class families or even the so-called upper class. Some sentences are oddly written:
"Your talent shines like a star in the sky. If you want, I am willing to choose a suitable time and place to enjoy the stars in the sky with you..."
"Dear Mr. William, your story makes my heart soar. Even the fiery red roses in bloom cannot express my feelings. I hope to get your reply. I would like to present my blooming roses."
…
There are many similar words, but Jenkins does not like stargazing, nor is he interested in roses, and the shadow of the flower girl still haunts him to this day. So I just picked out a few letters that seriously discussed the story, and prepared to write a letter to thank for the support.
"I'm a great writer too."
Chocolate doesn't want to talk to his dull master.
The last letter is the reply letter from Miss Mary who sent the wrong letter in the "pen pal incident". Jenkins has almost completely forgotten about this matter, and he thought there would be no reply letter.
But to receive the letter from the northernmost tip of the mainland so quickly, that Miss Mary should use the most expensive postal method.
Carefully put your nose in front of the letter paper, you will be greeted by the fragrance of expensive paper. It is said that when making this kind of snow paper, a kind of spice will be used to soak the raw materials, so that the finished product itself can emit a pleasant fragrance. It seems true. Miss Mary should be a very rich lady.
Unfolding the letter paper, it was still the same elegant handwriting as last time.
PS: The posture in the previous chapter is from the supplementary/magic clip of the first episode of the third season of Magical Girl Illya.