Haruko and Shana looked over and saw that the homeless man had already put on his clothes and walked out. Because he put on his clothes, the two of them could finally look at each other.
Hey, what's your name? Shana asked.
The homeless man didn't respond at all.
Shana asked loudly a few more times and said angrily: It's so rude.
Okay, Shana, don't you think his reaction is not like a normal person? I think his head may be injured. Haruko walked up to the homeless man and helped him tidy up his clothes.
The homeless man's hair and beard had obviously not been repaired for many days, and he couldn't tell what his appearance was, but his crystal clear eyes made Haruko tremble in her heart.
Such eyes are so beautiful, they don't look like the eyes of a homeless person at all, but there is no agility in these eyes that a normal person should have, which makes Haruko couldn't help but feel a little sad.
And after getting close to the homeless man, she found that he did not have the rancid smell that ordinary homeless people have, but instead had a light fresh smell, which made people feel very comfortable and peaceful.
Is this really a homeless person? Haruko is very doubtful.
Do you still remember their names? Or, the names of your family members and where your home is. Don’t worry, as long as you tell them, I will definitely help you with all my strength.
Haruko asked.
But the homeless man still didn't respond.
Haruko, don't ask anymore, I think he is a mute, let's just call him mute, hey, mute. Shana shouted.
Shana!
Isn't it? We don't know his name, so we have to give him a name. Is it better to call him a tramp? I think it's better to call him mute. Shana said.
Haruko was convinced by Shana's theory, because she really didn't know what to call a tramp, so she couldn't just give him a name. Changing someone's name casually in Japan is disrespectful.
Well, let’s call Mute for now. Mute, are you hungry?
Haruko took out a lunch box and water from her backpack, which she had prepared before arriving.
The mute didn't move.
But Haruko now has some understanding of the mute's behavioral patterns. He is like a baby who has forgotten everything.
Haruko quickly opened the lunch box and showed the mute how to eat.
After a while, the mute took the bento she gave him and started eating.
Haruko showed a victorious smile.
After the mute finished eating his lunch, Haruko put the lunch box away.
Shana next to her exclaimed:
Haruko, it's already seven o'clock. If I don't go home, my father will definitely scold me. I'd better send the mute to the asylum as soon as possible.
Haruko looked at her watch, it was almost seven o'clock.
Although she felt very comfortable being with this homeless man.
But she knew that it was impossible for her to bring a strange homeless man home, and her father would be very angry.
I'm just a high school girl and don't have much ability.
Now the only option is to send him to a shelter, hoping that the shelter can find his information, find his family, and take him back.
Let's go. Haruko whispered.
Because they had dressed the homeless man and were finally able to take him into the car, the three of them took the bus to the rescue shelter in Kashima City, which is dedicated to sheltering homeless people and pets.
However, Kashima is not that big, so this shelter looks even more deserted.
Haruko and Shana took the homeless man into the shelter.
The facilities inside are very shabby, and there is a bad smell in the air. In a hall, seven or eight homeless people are scattered around. There are more than ten stray dogs in cages in the corner. Two people in white coats are standing at the door.
People in the small room were yawning out of boredom.
This made Haruko frown slightly.
Hey, what do you want? A young man in his twenties stood up and saw two beautiful girls walking in. His eyes finally became a little more excited.
Hello, Yoshida-kun. Haruko saw the nameplate on the other person's white coat, bowed quickly and said: This is a homeless man we met on the road. We hope he can get help.
Tramp?
Yoshida glanced at the homeless man following the two women, and suddenly lost interest: As for the homeless man, just go over there and wait. Today's food has been distributed, and we will wait until tomorrow.
Yoshida-kun, his situation is different. He seems to be injured here. He can't remember anything and can't speak, so we hope he can be placed in a better place.
Before Haruko could finish her words, she was interrupted by Yoshida: Little sister, since he is here, there will naturally be police to register him or find his identity. As for the rest, do you expect us to give him a five-star stay?
A luxurious private room with a dedicated servant to serve him?
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Haruko's face was a little angry, but Shana quickly pulled her sleeves and whispered: Haruko, shelters are like this. If you argue with him, the mute might be treated unfairly if he stays here.
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Haruko took a breath, and she understood that what Shana said made sense.
It was already very dark now, and she had no other place to take the mute. At least this place could protect her from the wind and rain.
She could only lead the mute to a chair aside and let him sit down: Brother mute, you stay here for now. I will visit you again tomorrow and bring you delicious food.
After saying that, Haruko and Shana quickly ran out of the shelter.
Because she saw the mute's confused and clear eyes, it seemed that it was a sin to put him together with the smelly, drunken homeless people in the shelter.
But she really couldn't think of where she could send the mute.
We can only leave him here.
This made her feel very uncomfortable.
Haruko, why are you crying?
It's nothing, the wind blew sand into my eyes
When Haruko returned home, she rarely did kendo training. The next day, after school, she immediately brought the lunch she had carefully prepared for lunch to the Kashima City shelter.
When she entered, she was shocked. The place was in a mess, and the tables and chairs were overturned to the ground.
There are also two people in white coats from yesterday, both with bandages on their bodies.
What's wrong? Yoshida-kun, what happened, where is the mute brother? Haruko didn't see the mute, and immediately asked Yoshida.
Damn it, you still asked me, Yoshida said angrily: In the morning, we kindly wanted to shave his hair and beard, but he wouldn't let us touch it, so we tied him up, but who knew he broke the rope?
, broke my hand and made the place look like this, and then he ran out.
(I’ve been writing too much about fighting and killing recently, so I’ll write about urban daily life, which won’t be very long. It’s less taboo if I write it in Japan. If you don’t like daily life, then skip it)
