Ono Yoko was awakened by a familiar sound of vomiting. She turned over and sat up almost instinctively. However, Hyakujiro had already opened his eyes, staring at the door with a pair of wet dog eyes, as if he wanted to scream but didn't dare.
The way he screamed.
Did she accidentally fall asleep? Ono Yoko looked at the blanket on her body, held it in her hands and felt a warmth in her heart, but immediately reacted and looked for Hideji Kitahara, and found him standing at the door, watching.
Ono Yoko stood up quickly, and Kitahara Shuci turned around and said with a smile when he heard the movement: "It seems your mother is back..."
He didn't know Yoko Ono's mother, he had never met her. It was probably because the two of them had different schedules. When he went to school in the morning, Yoko Ono's mother probably hadn't gotten up yet, and by the time he had rested at night, Yoko Ono's mother was probably
I just came back, and I haven’t seen my neighbor of more than a week at all.
However, the woman kneeling in the corridor in the middle of the night vomiting must be Ono Yoko's mother.
Ono Yoko quickly picked up her schoolbag and put on her hat, quickly ran to the entrance, put on her leather shoes, and bowed deeply to Kitahara Shuji: "You're causing trouble for Onisan!"
"It's okay." Kitahara Shuji smiled, but the sound of vomiting outside became more violent. Ono Yoko ran out quickly, and Hyakujiro followed closely at her feet.
Ono Yoko ran into the corridor and stretched out her hand to help her mother up, but unexpectedly her mother suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed her, saying vaguely: "Don't... don't pull me, I can still drink."
Ono Yoko staggered and almost sat down on the ground, while her mother was kneeling there with her head against the wall, muttering something she didn't know she was talking about. Ono Yoko felt so ashamed that she didn't even dare to look back at Kitahara Shuji's expression.
, hurriedly rushed forward to support her mother, and whispered: "Mom, go home quickly! You will disturb others."
"No, you can't go home! Who said you want to go home?" Ono Yoko's mother put her head on the wall and danced with her hands, her voice became louder. Moreover, drunk people are already strong, and Ono Yoko was young and had no strength.
She was thrown aside directly, and her mother couldn't maintain her posture and fell directly on the vomit.
When Hyakujiro saw Ono Yoko falling, he jumped in front of her, leaned down and bared his canine teeth. He made a "wow" sound in his mouth, but it was too small and had no deterrent effect.
Kitahara Shuji couldn't stand it any longer, he sighed and stepped forward to help Ono Yoko's mother up. Not only was she wearing revealing clothes, she was also full of gastric juices, undigested food, alcohol odor, poor quality perfume, etc. mixed together.
The strange smell was sour, fishy, fishy, and fragrant. It made Hideji Kitahara feel like vomiting.
He suppressed it and forced a smile to Ono Yoko: "Find the key to open the door, Yoko."
"Yes, Onisan." Ono Yoko didn't dare to look at Kitahara Shuji's face at all. She lowered her head and picked up her mother's small satchel. After rummaging for a while, she ran straight to the door. Hyakujiro hesitated and turned around to follow.
At her feet.
Kitahara Hideji dragged Ono Yoko's mother behind like a dead dog, but the woman in his arms was not honest and reached out to touch him. Ono Yoko opened the door and ran over to help Kitahara Hideji
They lifted her mother up and finally brought her home.
After placing Yoko Ono's mother on the couch, Hideji Kitahara stood up and took a look inside the room before frowning. This room was really messy. There were women's clothes scattered everywhere, including many close-fitting underwear.
Something like that, there were a few beer cans scattered around on a small square table, as well as leftover takeout lunch boxes - it was a mess, but not very dirty. You could tell that someone had been cleaning it. The reason why it was so messy,
It's probably because someone keeps making garbage and the person cleaning it has no time to clean it up.
Ono Yoko's mother was lying on the ground, perhaps feeling the glare of the light. She covered her brows and eyes with one hand for a while, then looked around in confusion. She seemed to have spotted Kitahara Shuji, and she raised her hand and grabbed him, speaking slurred words.
He said quietly: "Hey, handsome boy, is this your home?"
Kitahara Hideji opened her hand and said calmly, "Mrs. Ono, this is your home." He didn't care about her being a drunkard.
"Call me Yumiko, you are not a madam." She continued to touch her body for a while, and finally reached into the clothes on her chest and took out a crumpled business card from her bra.
The clothes at the collar were torn open, revealing a piece of snowy white and a little dark red, and a few bunched up banknotes were also taken out. It looked like Natsume Soseki's head, so it should be a thousand-yen bill.
She put the business card into Kitahara Shuji's hand and said vaguely: "Please continue to take care of my sister's business in the future!"
Kitahara Shuji took a look at the business card. On the front was printed the three characters "Yumiko" and a phone number - not even a last name, probably a flower name - and on the back was printed the name Yanagi's shop, 502 Ichiban Street, SZ District, Nagoya.
address.
Although Hideji Kitahara came to RB not long ago, you can guess from the behavior and the address that Ono Yoko's mother is probably a barmaid or a female publicist, which is not very high-class.
While he was looking at the business card, Ono Yoko came over quickly carrying a washbasin and towel. Seeing his drunken and disheveled mother, she felt very embarrassed and whispered: "I've caused trouble to Onisan again, I'm sorry..."
Well, I need to clean my mother, Ounisang, can you..."
Yumiko is now as if she fell into the pig trough and was soaked in swill. She really needs to be cleaned up. However, Kitahara Hideji feels that Ono Yoko does not want him to stay here and continue to watch everything that makes her sad, so as to avoid further damage to her self-esteem.
Not only did Chuang not mind when he was ordered to be expelled, but he even sympathized with it.
He pretended that nothing had happened, as if everything before him was normal, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go back first... Goodbye, Yoko."
"Goodbye, Onisan." Ono Yoko never raised her head to look at Kitahara Shuji's face from beginning to end, she just bowed deeply.
Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but wanted to reach out and touch her little head to express comfort, but after thinking about it, he turned around and left. When he helped her close the door, he saw her kneeling next to her mother, twisting a towel, under the pale light.
He looks a little stooped, as if he is carrying a burden that others cannot see.
He returned to his apartment, closed the door and shook his head gently - everyone has a hard time to recite. His life as a child was a bit miserable, and Yoko Ono didn't seem to be much better.
He leaned against the door and had a moment of empathy. He sighed a few times, smelled his own scent, retched, and quickly began to take off his clothes - he was not considered a germophobe, but based on his previous
Speaking from my experience, I must maintain my low self-esteem by being clean and tidy.
People can be poor and dress simply, but they can't be dirty and they can't leave a decadent impression on others!
Over time, this has almost become a habit for him, and he can no longer stand the mess, just like he has obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He changed into casual clothes and was about to wash off his dirty and smelly clothes, but he heard the door rustling. He opened the door strangely and saw Hyakujiro tilting his head and sticking out his tongue, with a doggy face.
He was standing in front of the door wagging his tail full of flattery.
Kitahara Shuji and Hyakujiro looked at each other for a while, and then chased it out: "You can't stay here, go to the street." His place is only about the size of a palm, and it is too crowded to live alone, and there is no place to keep small animals... Besides, this
There must be lice on the goods, right?
Hyakujiro seemed to understand what he said, his tail slowly twitched, and he turned around and walked towards the stairs. His little figure actually looked a little forlorn. After walking a few steps, he turned back and looked at Kitahara Hideji with a pair of wet dog eyes.
, seemed to hope that he would change his mind, but found that Kitahara Hideji's face was cold and hard, so he could only lower his head again, whimpered and staggered forward with his tail between his legs.
What kind of bullshit is this?! Can a dog do this? Grandma, this is really bullshit! Kitahara Shuji secretly cursed and shouted: "Hey!"
Seeing this dog, he actually thought of Yoko Ono just now. It seemed that driving the dog to the street violated some kind of human morality.
Hyakujiro stopped in excitement, tilted his head and looked at Kitahara Hideji, but Kitahara Hideji gave way to the door angrily, "Go in!"
Hyakujiro's eyes shone with joy, and he turned around and rushed towards the door, but turned around too hard and slipped down. It didn't care, it slipped on all four legs, crawled with its skull, and rushed into the house while crawling.
Here, the dog sat at the entrance, panting with his tongue hanging out, his face full of flattery.
Kitahara Shuji regretted that he was too soft-hearted, so he kicked it lightly and cursed: "Go to the bathroom and take a shower. If you dare to poop or pee in the room, I will kick you out. Do you understand?"