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 react 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 impressed by Shana's theory, because she really didn't know what to call a homeless person, 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 very large, so this shelter looks even more deserted.
Haruko and Shana took the tramp into the shelter.
The facilities inside are very shabby, and there is a smell in the air. In a hall, there are seven or eight tramps. There are more than a dozen stray dogs in the cage in the corner.
Right boringly in the small room.
This made Haruko's brows frowned slightly.
Hey, do you have anything to do? A young man in his twenties got up and saw two beautiful girls come in, and finally a little more excited in his eyes.
Hello, Yoshida Jun. Haruko saw the chest card on the other side of the other side, and bowed quickly: This is a stray person we encountered on the road. We hope he can get help.
Is a stray guy?
Yoshida glanced at the tramp who followed the two women, and suddenly lost his interest: if the tramp, just go there to wait, today's food is already finished, wait for tomorrow.
Yoshida Jun, his situation is different. He seems to be injured here, can't remember anything, and can't speak, so we hope he gets more proper placement
Before Haruko's words were finished, he was interrupted by Yoshida: Little sister, since he arrived here, naturally there would be a police officer to register or find his identity. As for others
Does the luxury private room, do you send him a maid to serve him?
you
Haruko's face was a little angry, but Shana quickly pulled her sleeves and whispered: Haruko, the shelter is like this, if you quarrel with him, you will stay here, maybe he will be treated unfairly.
Then, then
Haruko took a breath, and she understood that Xia Na said it was very reasonable.
It is already dark now, and she has no other places to bring dumbness. At least it can stop the wind and rain here.
She can only walk to the chair aside and let him sit down: Brother Dumb, you stay here first, I will come to see you again tomorrow, bring you delicious food.
After speaking, Haruko and Shana ran out of the shelter quickly.
Because she saw the confused and clear eyes of dumb, as if putting the smelly and drunk stray guys in the shelter together was a sin at all.
But she really couldn't think of where to send dumb.
You can only leave him here.
This makes her very uncomfortable.
Haruko, how did you cry.
Nothing, the wind blows the sand into the eyes
Haruko who returned to her home, there was no Kendo training. The next day, after school, she immediately took her carefully prepared bento at noon and came to the Kashima City Hall.
When she entered, she was stunned, and she borrowed a wolf inside, and those tables and chairs overturned to the ground.
There are two white coats yesterday, with bandages tied.
What happened? Yoshida Jun, what happened, what's going on, Dumber? Haruko didn't see dumb, and immediately asked at Yoshida.
Damn, you also asked me, Yoshida was furious: In the morning, we kindly wanted to shave his hair beard. He would not let us touch it, and we tied him up. Who knew that he had broken the rope
I interrupted my hand and made it like this, and then he ran out.
(Recently, if you are playing too much, you will write a little daily life. It will not be very long. It is also less taboos in the Japanese nation. If you don’t like daily life, skip it.)