Kitahara Shuji almost forced Fuyumi to launch Pure House.
He watched the door slam shut in front of his eyes. He was stunned for a while with the white envelope in his hand, then shook his head and walked towards the station - he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He just wanted to put in as much effort as he could for the past relationship.
It's just instinct to give up wages. I didn't expect the little carrot head to have such an attitude.
This little carrot head is really a bit weird. Why are you still so arrogant after it's been like this?
He cursed Fuyumi a few times in his stomach, and then began to think about how he would deal with this situation if he were Fuyumi, and then thought about what he could do.
It's not that he was born a bitch and wanted to put his hot face on the little carrot's heart-shaped cold butt, but that he was a bit of a petty person, used to being self-reliant, and didn't really like to owe others favors. Now Naotaka Fukuzawa is like this
, if he chose to sit back and watch, he would always feel a little uncomfortable.
If you really make up your mind to ignore it, you will always feel a little guilty, as if you have violated your conscience.
Why do people need to have a conscience? How do those ruthless heroes who do great things train their minds? I will have to find two books to study it another day.
He walked all the way to the tram stop with random thoughts, and was surprised to find that the time for the last train had just passed. He muttered something bad, turned around and was about to walk home. But after taking two steps, he heard the phone ringing. He was startled and thought he was lucky.
Something bad happened to Ze Naotong, so he quickly picked up the call, and when he heard it was Yoko.
"Onisan, you...where are you?"
Yoko's voice was a bit timid and a little uneasy. Kitahara Shuji was thoughtful and immediately understood that it was past the usual time to finish work and go home, and he didn't go back on time. Yoko was a little scared - not that he was afraid of someone.
She was quite used to being alone at home, but she was afraid that something would happen that she didn't notice, so he would leave her and run away.
This little face had just been beautiful for two days. Kitahara Shuji felt a little guilty for forgetting to call her to inform her. He didn't hide it from Yoko and directly told her about the situation of Fukuzawa's family.
The closer people are, the less they can hide things, otherwise all the bullshit and bloody things usually happen like this - he has no intention of starring in a top-notch romantic drama with Yoko, so there must be no misunderstandings or anything like that.
He explained the matter to Yangzi in detail, and as he spoke, he made up his mind. Finally, he stood still in the middle of the road and told Yangzi: "I may have to go back very late. You should go to bed first, Yangzi."
son."
Yoko is a very sensible child. Once she understood the whole story, she immediately responded obediently, "I understand, Onisan, I will take care of myself, you don't have to worry."
Kitahara Shuji once again warned her to lock the door carefully, ended the call, and walked back to the Pure House - to have a good talk with the little carrot head. If she could really handle it, then he would feel at ease.
He walked around like a lunatic and went back to Pure Flavor House. When he was about to knock on the door, he found that the door was only tightly closed but didn't seem to be locked. When he tried it, it opened with a push, and he was speechless for a while.
Fortunately, it was me who came. Did this carrot head lose his mind? It was almost twelve o'clock and he went to bed without locking the door?
He hesitated for a moment and then went straight in. Anyway, he had been coming in and out here at will in the past three months, and this time was no different.
There was no one in the dark lobby, and there was no one in the corridor inside. Kitahara Shuji looked around and suspected that Carrot Head had gone upstairs to sleep. Just as he was about to scream twice at the second floor, he saw the person at the end of the corridor.
There are faint lights in the small dojo.
He thought for a while and went straight over. He opened the door slightly and saw that the little carrot head had shrunk into a ball and was lying on the floor with his back to the door. He looked extremely lonely.
If something like this happened to her family, she should be very sad.
Kitahara Shuji was silent for a moment. He regretted scolding Fuyumi just now. He sighed secretly and took off his shoes, then walked to Fuyumi and sat down cross-legged.
Fuyumi glanced back at him alertly, then quickly twisted her head back, still lying there with her back hugged into a ball, and asked dully: "Why are you coming back? Isn't the money right? How much is the shortfall to replenish you today?
Go back first!"
Kitahara Hideji had never opened the envelope, and he looked at the carrot ball in front of him - Fuyumi was lying on her side with her knees in her arms, her head buried in her arms, her black hair spread over her shoulders, it was really just a little big ball - he whispered softly
He said: "The money is just right, but I just don't feel comfortable coming back to ask. I want to know what you want to do. After all, it's not just your business, but also Xueli and the others! Tell me what you plan to do. If not,
Question, I’ll get up and leave.”
Fuyumi lay on her side on the floor without saying a word, and didn't answer for a long time.
Kitahara Shuji sat there cross-legged and propped up his knees, waiting silently, but after waiting and waiting for Fuyumi to say anything, he couldn't help but ask again: "What are your plans for the future?"
He was a little impatient in his heart. How long has it been since then and you are still so annoying! Where are your usual dog-like tempers?
Naotaka Fukuzawa entered the hospital. The oldest of the remaining members of the Fukuzawa family was sixteen and the youngest was three. He was really worried. Even if he didn't care about Fuyumi, he still wanted to ask Yuki what would happen to them in the future.
Fuyumi still didn't speak, lying there motionless with her back, as if she was dead. Kitahara Hideji looked over and found that she was in a daze, and Kitahara Hideji blocked the light. Fuyumi noticed it immediately, and turned over and sat up.
He was stunned for a moment: "I don't know..."
She sat there like a duck, her eyes were empty, and her eyes looked past Kitahara Shuji without focus, and her cute crescent moon eyes started to sparkle, and slowly two lines of tears silently flowed down, and the expression on her little face became painful. She suddenly
He lay on the floor with his head in his arms and sobbed, "I don't know what to do! My mother is gone, my father is also sick, and my family doesn't have much money. I don't know what to do..."
She lay there sobbing in pain, her voice full of hesitation.
Kitahara Shuji was startled, and instinctively lifted her up and patted her back gently. He didn't know what to say for a moment. And Fuyumi really couldn't bear it anymore - her father fell down, and she was in front of her.
Sisters must have a resolute and firm face, without showing any sign of weakness.
If she becomes weak, her brothers and sisters will panic. She can only hug herself into a ball in a place where no one is around to draw some warmth from her body.
And she was only sixteen years old. She had been in charge of the family for more than two years after her mother passed away. She had some weak social experience, but she still couldn't accept it when she encountered something like this, which was extremely damaging to any family.
The mental state was as brittle as a piece of paper.
Her father is ill and her mother has passed away. Her four sisters and one brother are all looking after her, but what can she do?
Apart from pretending to be strong, what else can she do?
She was like an egg. The seemingly hard shell was crushed, and the egg white and yolk inside suddenly collapsed into a mess. Even if Kitahara Shuji saw the extremely embarrassed side, he could no longer become fierce and could only sit there and howl.
, "Mom handed over this family to me, how should I explain to my mother now... What should I do?! What should I do if my father can't wake up?"
She was already in deep self-blame and hated her own powerlessness. After driving away Hideji Kitahara, she hugged herself into a ball and felt sad alone. However, Hideji Kitahara even came to ask her what to do...
How does she know what to do!?
Kitahara Shuji didn't have much experience in dealing with girls, and he didn't have any plan to deal with a girl who completely ignored her manners when she was sad and desperate, crying with tears and running noses, so he immediately panicked.
He made a lot of mental preparations before coming, such as preparing to persuade her with gentle words, be moved with emotion, and be reasonable. If that didn't work, he would punch her head twice to wake her up. Don't do anything reckless, but he really didn't expect to see it.
Carrot Head cried like a child - in his impression, Fuyumi was only a little better than a street shrew.
Maybe she looks cute, but on weekdays she always has a arrogant expression like "I'm very unhappy, don't mess with me." Even when she cries, she's always crying and cursing others.
He was even more uncomfortable with it, and quickly helped Fuyumi, took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, but Fuyumi's mentality collapsed, she was out of breath from crying, her nose was blown into bubbles, and Kitahara Shuji didn't care.
After Shang Ai was clean, I wiped her nose ruthlessly again - okay, this is tears entering her nasal cavity, it's not dirty.
Fuyumi's tears quickly soaked the entire handkerchief. Kitahara Shuji was a little confused by her desperate cries. He half-hugged her and wiped her face, then rubbed her back desperately to calm her down and persuaded her softly.
: "It's okay, don't cry, it's okay..."
He doesn't know how to say sweet words, he is basically an action type, and he can use the dry common line "It'll be fine" to persuade girls.
Fuyumi cried and vented for a while, and her crying gradually became quieter, but the depression, pain and sorrow in her heart could not go away. She desperately held back her tears and took the handkerchief from Kitahara Shuji's hand, and blew her nose hard, but it was of no use. She gasped for a few times.
I burped and still had snot bubbles hanging on my nose.
She just sat there blowing snot bubbles and began to be in a daze. Kitahara Shuji gently supported her to prevent her from fainting suddenly, and stayed with her quietly. After a long time, Fuyumi said in a somewhat absent-minded manner: "Mom is leaving.
She held my hand and made me swear to take good care of my father, brothers and sisters. I...I let her down..." Her tears slowly flowed out again, "I no longer have the face to see her.
"
"Don't say that, you've done a great job, your mother won't blame you." Kitahara Shuji consoled him from the bottom of his heart.
This is his true words. No matter what kind of bastard Fuyumi is, no matter how she beats her sister, no matter how domineering she is at home, everyone has to admit that she has done her best for her family.
Criticize.
A sick father and a weak sister, without her this family would have collapsed two years ago.
However, Kitahara Shuji is a man, and he is more rational after all. After comforting him, he was still eager to solve practical problems, and asked softly: "Don't you just pool your money at home?"
The cost of treating Naotaka Fukuzawa and his five children is not a small amount of money, and there is obviously no direct source of income at present, so he can only rely on savings - savings are originally used to cope with unexpected events in life.
Fuyumi hugged herself into a carrot ball and hid here. She must not be able to get the money out.
Fuyumi dug her hands unconsciously at the wooden floor of the dojo and murmured: "My mother spent a lot of money on medical treatment before, and the family doesn't have much savings. Even if it can barely pay for the current medical expenses, the family will have no source of income in the future.
I don’t know where to look for long-term medical treatment, living expenses, and schooling expenses... If my father needs another surgery, should I sell the house? I swore to my mother that I would protect this family... Without this
Is the house, the home, still this home? This is the ancestral property of the Fuze family... If something happens, I, I... sell it... do I really sell it? "
She had been thinking about hugging herself into a ball for a long time, and was very conflicted inside, so she felt doubly uncomfortable.
Faced with this important matter that affects the entire family, it is really difficult for a sixteen-year-old girl to make a decision!
But Kitahara Shuji was silent. As the natives who have lived here for generations, the Fukuzawa family certainly has some background. This house should be worth some money. Although it is not like in China, if you sell the house, you can eat and drink for half your life, but it is enough for emergency needs.
But the question is, if it is sold, will the family rent a house again?
And then sit back and have nothing?
Moreover, selling a house is not an easy decision. It is easy to sell the ancestral property. Wouldn’t the whole business be completely ruined? Even if it is sold, Naotaka Fukuzawa is still lying in the hospital bed. How to sell it? Just hold his
If a private seal is stamped, the buyer won’t worry!
Fuyumi felt sad, but as the eldest sister, she was considering practical issues - even if she had dealt with the immediate crisis, what would happen if Naotaka Fukuzawa couldn't wake up? The family was already like this, and it was a second blow.
what to do?
The gloomy future frightened her.
Kitahara Shuji gently patted Fuyumi's back, feeling the extreme uneasiness in her little body, and tried his best to comfort her. After thinking carefully for a while, his eyes gradually became firm.
He felt that Fuyumi could no longer support this situation, so the only way out now was for him to step forward and help the Fukuzawa family get through this difficult time. Although that would mean that he would have to take over a lot of troubles, and his original plan would basically be enough.
Use it to wipe your butt, but there are some things that men cannot escape.
Naotaka Fukuzawa had helped him, and he could have chosen to comfort him with a few words, express his deep sympathy, or go back and get an envelope with some money and send it over, which seemed reasonable and no one could blame him.
No relatives, no reason, that’s it!
But people, especially men, sometimes have to be conscientious and kind, sometimes they have to stand up and show the courage to do their part, stabilize the situation, and overcome difficulties head-on. Sometimes
You have to spread your wings when you see people around you in danger.
He lowered his head, looked at Fuyumi's hair and bangs and said seriously: "The matter is not serious enough to sell the house, don't worry, you have helped me, now it is my turn to help you, I will..."
He couldn't go on talking anymore and found that Fuyumi had fallen asleep leaning on his arm at some point. There were crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes and there were snot bubbles on her nose, but she just fell asleep.
, maybe the mental pressure is too great, maybe she was tired from crying just now, or she was even tired all the time, and now she can no longer support her body and spirit.
Her small body leaned against Kitahara Hideji, her thin eyebrows moved together silently, as if she was asleep, but she was still sad and uncomfortable in her heart, unable to escape reality, and she looked pitiful and helpless.
Kitahara Hideji gently supported her and wanted to put her down to have a rest, but her eyelids immediately moved slightly, as if she was about to wake up. Kitahara Hideji quickly stabilized his hand, not wanting to wake her up, and wanted her to sleep first
After spending a few hours calming down, he could only let her lean on him in the end.
The night was already deep, and he just sat cross-legged with Fuyumi leaning on him, thinking about how to solve the current crisis in the Fukuzawa family. He gradually became sleepy, and his body softened, and he slowly tilted his head to rest on Fuyumi's head.
He also closed his eyes.
Don't panic, it's not a big problem. Just one patient and six carrots can't crush a real man.