The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 2 2. Someone who is gentle and waiting for his home

Kyoto, Sakyo Ward, next to the street.

The sky was rendered black by dark clouds, and occasionally a few rays of moonlight leaked down.

The rain curtain hangs down like filaments with the cool wind, passing by the white street lamps, only a few flying insects are still lingering in the lampshade.

Minamoto Yorimitsu stood under the bus stop with a transparent umbrella, looking at the broken shadows of the city in the puddles at his feet, and the condensed rainwater dripped down the plastic umbrella cloth.

"Di Di!"

A loud whistle sounded from not far away.

The dark yellow headlights also cast on the bus stop sign along with the drizzle.

Minamoto Raimitsu looked at the sound with an umbrella, and was sure it was the bus he was going to take, so he closed the umbrella and got on the bus.

Swipe your card, find a seat, and sit down.

Choose a window seat.

When the bus started up again, he skillfully put on his earphones.

Then leaning on the back chair, he turned his head sideways and looked out of the glass stained by the rain.

Of course he was not in a daze of boredom.

Instead, he was thinking about the scene that just happened.

Minamoto Yoshikawa is of course very familiar with Hiromi Yoshikawa, but this familiarity only exists in memory. It has been a week since he entered this body, and the initial shock, confusion and fear have gradually eased, and he began to sort out slowly. From the human relationship of this body.

Humans have been social animals since ancient times, and it is impossible to be alone.

In the words of Mayo, a behavioral management scientist, people are social beings rather than economic beings, and they cannot be called human beings if they want to live apart from society and interpersonal relationships.

It's just that I didn't expect this body to have a relationship with someone like Yoshikawa Hiromi.

"It turns out that I am still a deeply affectionate person."

Minamoto Raimitsu commented on this body against his will.

After sorting out the body's memory of Hiromi Yoshikawa, it seems that the pattern of affection seems a bit small. To be precise, it should be that there are a few halos in the back of my head-the heart of Our Lady of Mercy is humble to the extreme.

Like a toy that can be thrown away at any time.

Just like this time, the two hadn't been in touch for a few months before, but he remembered that before he entered his body, the original body still insisted on the habit of writing each other's diary every day.

It's no wonder that Hiromi Yoshikawa saw her arrogant attitude of letting nature take its course.

Just back to the problem itself.

Modern medical conditions are very developed, and Kyoto is not a small rural place, and the money needed for abortion is not sky-high.

What's more, the recovery ability of the human body is beyond ordinary people's cognition.

The kind of physique that says it is difficult to conceive after one abortion is the same as the two golden lights after clearing the big guarantee after drawing a card. Not every woman's pregnancy is so bad.

If you really don't want children, or you are afraid of being discovered by your parents.

How could it be possible to choose to keep an unknown factor by my side forever.

And for an out-and-out green tea girl like Yoshikawa Hiromi, Minamoto Raimitsu doesn't think she has much compassion for the unborn life.

So in other words——

"I just came to find myself to take over."

Combining the basic research methods of combining management theory with practice, Minamoto Raimitsu came to the most objective conclusion, and at the same time, he sentenced this woman to absolute death.

He looked out the window at the scenery soaked by raindrops and sneered.

So honest people deserve to be hated.

Accepting the fate of not being seen in the light, and incidentally having to raise children for others, you even feel grateful in your heart, right?

Just judging by the look in the woman's eyes when she left for the last time, it seemed that he was lucky to have chosen him, and she didn't intend to pay any price in return.

I just squeezed a few crocodile tears on the spot, but they still couldn't flow out of the eye sockets.

Minamoto Larimitsu felt extremely disgusted with this woman.

Of course he didn't pay attention to the conversation just now.

It will not be as flooded with the heart of the Virgin like the original body.

As for raising the child for yourself?

"When the time comes, it seems like a good way to put the child directly in front of her parents, and then I disappear from the world."

Minamoto Larimitsu thought about it for a while, and felt that this matter was very feasible.

This body is too familiar to Hiromi Yoshikawa, so he naturally knows that although the other party's private life is chaotic, his parents are extremely traditional.

After all, Kyoto is one of the places with the most serious traditional concepts in Japan, and the other party's parents are also very sensitive about such things.

Previously in high school as far as he knew.

Just because Hiromi Yoshikawa was holding hands with boys on the street, her father dragged her home and beat her up after she found out.

He also made her kneel at the door of the house all night when it rained, and did not come to school for a whole week.

The main reason why this is not the case now is that the sky is high and the emperor is far away. After going to university, you can’t find it if you are not with your parents in the countryside. This is basically the case for college students nowadays.

The harder one is suppressed, the more presumptuous one is.

The bus drove smoothly in the rain, and the driver even hummed.

It sounds like a local slang song in Kyoto, and my mood doesn't seem to be affected by the rainy weather at all.

After all, this is already the last trip, and I will go home after get off work at the terminal.

Although Sakyo District is the second largest district in Kyoto, its population density can be said to be the lowest, and it is also known as the most artistic area in Kyoto.

Coupled with the fact that most of the locals have traditional concepts, and few outsiders come to settle down, it is not as entertaining as Tokyo.

The title of the city that never sleeps really doesn't apply to Kyoto, so the streets are already deserted after ten o'clock.

Of course, there is also the reason why it is rainy tonight.

Minamoto Raimitsu soon arrived at his destination, got out of the car and put up his umbrella again, walking on the narrow road in Shugakuin Yamabata Town, a little lost in thought.

Although he was still walking forward at this moment, his mind was already immersed in a place that others could not see.

The virtual box also retains the prompts that pop up when you are in the coffee shop, as well as the rewards brought about by the so-called decline and reversal of the above-mentioned favorability.

It's not the first time he has discovered this thing, but the condition has never been triggered before.

Coupled with the fact that he just entered the body and was not in contact with the new world, he studied it a few times and found that there was no reaction, so he temporarily left it behind.

But now it seems that it may be of great use.

Minamoto Raimiko returned to the apartment with his thoughts wandering all the way, gathered his cheap plastic umbrella, and followed the memory along the incandescent light of the long strip of light tubes in the corridor.

He quickly stood in front of a familiar door in his memory.

After pressing the electronic door lock and entering the password, he swung a few times and opened the door.

"Raiko, you're back."

It's just that there was a quiet voice just after opening the door.

Accompanied by the warm yellow light shining into the corridor, a thin and small figure slowly walked over.

The man was still wearing a blue plaid apron that had been washed to whitish. He bent down and skillfully took out household slippers from the entrance, and placed them neatly on the soft cushion in front of the door.

Even when squatting down, the posture is very demure.

He stroked his somewhat messy hair, helped him tidy up, stood up and straightened the wrinkled apron.

With a gentle smile on his face, the boy patted the remaining raindrops on his shoulder, and then moved half of his body to signal him to come in.

Although the living space is a bit small.

But the atmosphere of home is not high or low.

How many people, no matter how tired they are at work during the day, can feel the warmth of home when they return home, and there will be emotions such as happiness in their hearts.

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Minamoto Larimitsu folded the umbrella and put it in the umbrella bucket, put on his home shoes and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a slightly embarrassing tone:

"Qingming, tell me, it would be great if you were a woman."

Xiaomu Qingming: "???"

　You are my wings too!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)