After having a hearty meal—for Hideji Kitahara and Yoko Ono, this kind of roadside stall was considered a big meal—the two of them took Hyakujiro home.
The spring breeze blew in with the moisture from the sea, making the air moist, slightly salty and quite cool. Hideji Kitahara took a deep breath and stretched out. He felt that the pressure accumulated during this period of time, the spirit
All the tiredness and boredom that he felt were gone, and he was in a good mood. Yoko Ono followed his legs with a big schoolbag on her back, smiling broadly, as if all the embarrassments in life had been temporarily forgotten.
back.
Hyakujiro was the happiest. He held a big bone in his mouth and was very happy. He would stop and lick it from time to time. His tongue seemed to be covered with barbs, and it licked the bone until it was bare, and it was reluctant to bite it. It was very loving.
The feeling of not letting go.
It licked for a while and then looked up. When it saw that the two owners were far away, it quickly picked up the bones and chased after them, and then licked them for a while - it seemed very timid and was afraid of being thrown on the street.
When they returned to the apartment building, Kitahara Shuji specially sent Ono Yoko to the door and listened carefully. The sensitive Ono Yoko noticed it, but she was not embarrassed this time and seemed to be able to deal with such things.
Shang calmly faced Kitahara Shuji and simply explained: "It's okay, Onisan, mom goes to work at this time."
Her being so frank made Kitahara Hideji feel a little embarrassed, and he felt like a villain. He smiled slightly awkwardly and said: "That's good... I'm going back, Yoko, goodbye." After that, he rubbed it.
Ono Yoko's little head turned around and kicked Hyakujiro in the butt, telling him to follow her home.
Ono Yoko stretched out her little hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes. She was silent for a while and said softly: "Thank you, Onisan."
Kitahara Hideji burst into laughter, "It's just a meal, there's no need to say thank you so formally."
"No, I don't mean eating meat... the meat skewers are indeed delicious. I should also thank Onisan for this, but what I want to thank you more is..." Ono Yoko said a few words as if she didn't know how to express them, and hesitated.
Then he asked: "Are Onisang pitying me?"
After all, the two parties are not related, and it’s not like they have any other plans for me. They are different from the way my mother’s...those “friends” look at me. Those people’s eyes are disgusting and frightening, but Onisang’s eyes are heart-warming.
completely different.
I can't give him any benefit, why?
Kitahara Shuci was silent for a while. He bent down and looked directly into Yoko Ono's eyes, and said seriously: "It's not that you are pitiful, Yoko, there is a fate between us. I just did what I wanted to do... This has caused you
Are you troubled?"
When he was young and most helpless, he also hoped that someone could give him a little warmth... Of course, there was no one! When he saw Yoko now, it was like seeing his past self, and he couldn't help but want to do something.
, it can be regarded as making up for the regrets of the past. To say that it is pitiful is better to say that I feel the same.
However, these inconveniences were explained to Ono Yoko. It seems that the original owner of this body was not displaced when he was a child.
Ono Yoko was confused for a moment, but looking at the sincerity in Kitahara Shuci's eyes, she laughed again and shook her head vigorously, "No, it's not troublesome, Onisan, I'm very happy!"
Kitahara Xiuji took a deep breath and said with a gentle smile: "That's good, I just hope you will be happy, Yoko."
Ono Yoko raised her head and looked at Kitahara Hideji's somewhat blurry face in the darkness, nodded vigorously, and said seriously: "I will be happy!"
"Then I'm leaving." Kitahara Shuji rubbed her little head again. She still felt very comfortable. He couldn't help laughing and turned around to walk towards his apartment. Hyakujiro turned around and looked left and right.
Master, he finally shook his tail at Yoko Ono and followed Hideji Kitahara away.
Ono Yoko opened the door and went in. Through the crack in the door, she watched Kitahara Shuji kicking Hyakujiro's butt and returning home. Then she locked the door. There was a vague smell of tobacco and alcohol in the room, and her face suddenly turned violent.
The darkness turned, and he looked around the whole room with some hatred, but after a while, a blush appeared on his face again. He leaned against the door, feeling weak, and murmured softly: "Is it fate? Onii-chan..."
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Kitahara Shuji entered the apartment and took a look at the bones held in Hyakujiro's mouth. He found that there was no oil star left and it was impossible to stain the floor, so he ignored it and went to sit down at the desk to warm up.
——The history of RB is so painful that even a group fight with five hundred people has to be recorded in a book. There are also some weird names like "XX Battle" and "XX Battle" that make people confused.
My brain, the exams are so bad, it’s going to kill me!
Hyakujiro didn't know he had escaped, so he happily walked to the corner of the room, tilting his head and resting his head on the bone, his dog eyes as gentle as water.
Time passed slowly. After finishing the historical chronological notes, Kitahara Shuji threw away his pen and thought about who killed whom and who was killed in the Heian Era for a while, but he always felt a little uneasy. Of course, he was not worried about the dead in the Heian Era.
, he looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. After pondering for a while, he went out the door - Fukuzawa Yuki looked a little silly, could he be a stubborn person who has been waiting?
If something happens, I feel uneasy, so just take a look just in case!
Kitahara Shuji walked under the frosty moonlight to the small park near the station. At this time, there were very few people in the park. Occasionally, some homeless people emerged from this corner and slipped into another shadow.
There was also a group of apparently delinquent boys and girls who gathered together to smoke and drink, and there was an air of hostility from a distance.
Kitahara Shuji turned a blind eye to all this, and after searching for a moment in the park, he saw Fukuzawa Yuki sitting on a bench in the park from a distance, with a street lamp above his head emitting a pale light.
Sure enough, I didn't go back... I really don't know what to say. If you are mentally retarded like this, you should be considered disabled, right?
Kitahara Shuji was speechless for a moment. He quickly stepped forward and was about to say hello, but found that Yuki Fukuzawa was sitting still and fell asleep. He was sitting there on his back without any girlish look, sleeping soundly.
And she was the only one. It was too late to arrive, and the chickens, dogs and monkeys had already been sent home by her.
"Fukuzawa-san? Hello, Fukuzawa-san? Wake up, Fukuzawa-san!" Kitahara Shuci came closer and called softly a few times before Yukiri Fukuzawa woke up in a daze. She reached out and wiped her mouth.
Drooling, he asked in confusion: "Is it time to eat?"
Kitahara Shuji sighed and said helplessly: "It's getting late, go home early!" You are almost an adult, and you are old enough to get married. Why are you still so out of tune?
Only then did Fukuzawa Yuki clearly see who was in front of her. She straightened her back and stood up, saying happily: "It turns out it's you. You're finally here! Come on, let's have a showdown!" She said excitedly.
She went to touch her giant wooden knife, but when she turned around, her body swayed slightly, and there was a thunder in her stomach. She patted her stomach with the wooden knife and laughed: "I'm hungry!"
How did such a mentally retarded child get into the private Daifuku Academy? Kitahara Hideji felt really complicated but couldn't say anything. He stretched out his hand to hold Fukuzawa Yuki's wooden knife, and coaxed her very sincerely: "Fukuzawa-kun,
It's too late today, and you haven't eaten yet. I don't want to take advantage of others, so why don't we compete another day, okay?"
"No!" Fukuzawa Yuki refused, swung the wooden knife and slammed it on the ground, and said seriously: "I can't let my sister suffer the bullying in vain."
Kitahara Shuji looked at Fukuzawa Yuki's serious expression and felt that she was really as stubborn as a child. He thought about it and resigned: "Okay, I'll go back and get the bamboo sword."
I should have sent her away earlier and let her go home earlier. These two sisters were not normal people. I deserved to be unlucky enough to meet them.
"No need!" Seeing that he was finally willing to give it a try, Fukuzawa Yuki's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out a normal-sized wooden sword from his sword bag and said generously: "Use mine! I'm hungry, you
It's only fair that the weapon is not taken advantage of."
Kitahara Shuji thanked him and took it, tried the feel of it, took a few steps back slowly with the knife, and said politely: "Come on then, Fukuzawa-san!"
Yuki Fukuzawa laughed loudly, raised the wooden sword in his hand high, and shouted: "Aha, I'm going to do it!"