Comprehensive comic: The story of the growth of a boy controlled by his brother

I didn't want to take the bus back so early, Jingguang felt that I had come here and walked around the mountains and forests of Kanagawa!

Maybe you can find some interesting herbs~

Following the map to a mountain forest, Jingguang carried a small shovel bought in the supermarket and entered the forest.

Speaking of Kanagawa, it seems that there is another acquaintance...

I don't know how that person is doing now?

Have you continued to fight, or have you started boxing?

Jingguang slowly climbed the mountain while recalling his encounter with that person.

It's also a coincidence~

At the beginning, it was probably during the second-grade vacation, and I had only studied with the teacher for less than two years.

I happened to learn that there was an underground auction in Kanagawa, and it seemed that there was an ancient medical book to be auctioned.

When Shinichi Kibe learned about it, he immediately informed Kibe Jingguang and asked him what he thought.

Jingguang quietly glanced at his master, and then was shocked when he learned that it might be "Dietary Therapy Materia Medica".

But he didn't tell the teacher, for fear that he would be disappointed, because he was not sure whether it was true or not.

After all, "Dietary Therapy Materia Medica" has always been displayed in the British Museum, and it is difficult to say whether this thing is true or not.

But what if? In case it is true, even if it is a rubbing, it is the best gift for the teacher.

Keibe decided to go and find out.

Accompanied by Mr. Yamamoto, the housekeeper, and bodyguards, the group arrived at an underground auction house that night.

Then with nearly 20 million yen (equivalent to more than 1.03 million yuan), he photographed the ancient book.

Whether it's true or not, you'll know when you get it.

As for the money lost?

Emmm... That's probably the money for a house owned by the trace family, and the pocket money of the trace department Jingguang has not been spent much since he was a child, and he handed it over to his brother to take care of the investment together.

This time it was useful to take out some of it.

However, on the way back that night, he met a group of elementary school students who were fighting.

About five or six grade looks.

A group of boys were beating up a boy with curly hair, and they were grinning and pointing at the boy and laughing: "The son of a murderer, Matsuda is the son of a murderer!" While

laughing, he hit the small stone in his hand or something.

looked at the black curly-haired brother who was beaten with blood on his forehead, but he still clenched his fists to resist, and fought back tenaciously and unyieldingly

, even if he could only hit one person with one punch, he would be hit several times at the same time, but he still kept waving his fists.

While roaring: "My dad is not a murderer!" The police just took him away to assist in the investigation, and there is no sentence yet!! The

boy's eyes were full of stubbornness and sadness, like a lion cub whose territory had been violated.

Jibu Jingguang frowned, on the one hand, he thought of what he promised the teacher, and on the other hand, it was also a recognition of the teenager, no matter what, if the family is offended, it is absolutely impossible to admit defeat and compromise!

He suddenly said, "Stop." The

black car quickly stopped

, and then,

the young master in formal clothes, stepping on expensive black leather shoes, got out of the car with Takeyoshi Yamamoto and the housekeeper grandfather.

The students, too, were children, and they ran away in a hurry when they saw an adult coming.

The boy with curly hair sat alone, panting for breath, as if he were accustomed to wiping the sweat and blood from his head absently.

From his schoolbag, he took out the standing medicine prepared by the teacher, a small bottle of gold sore medicine to stop bleeding, a small bottle of disinfectant, gauze and hemostatic tape.

"Nosy!" The boy muttered.

Jingguang ignored him and just quietly took the medicine.

You say yours, I'll do mine.

When he was drugged, the boy didn't say a word.

After helping the embarrassed boy in front of him to disinfect, Jingguang calmly left the medicine box in his hand to him.

"You need it more than I do, and it's used like it just did."

Knowing that the young man had been secretly observing and looking at himself, Jingguang didn't care, and he didn't raise his eyelids.

"Hey! My name is Jinhei Matsuda and I am in the 6th grade this year, what's your name? "

Trace Jingguang turned around: "Trace Jingguang, 2nd grade.

After the boy got into the car, he did not order the driver to start the car.

Until Matsuda Jinpei limped over

, Yamamoto Takeyoshi lowered the window with great eyes

, and through the small car window, the

little young master named Jibe Jingguang looked at him coldly, and asked plainly, "Why don't you come up?"

Matsuda Jinhei was stunned: "?!"

Then I wanted to explode, but I was defeated by the cold eyes of the little boy, there was neither sympathy nor contempt in those eyes, just like treating an ordinary passerby, equal and respectful.

He whispered, "You didn't say you told me to go up?"

Jingguang was stunned for a moment, glanced at the snickering housekeeper grandfather, and knew that he must not have conveyed it according to his own meaning!

Hum!

Grandpa the housekeeper just wants to see me speak, bad!

The helpless Jingguang could only choose to speak by himself, in a cold tone: "Then you come up and send you back, where is your home?"

Matsuda Jinhei was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the gauze wound on his leg and the medicine box on his hand, and obediently got into the car under the look of Jingguang's little boy who could not refuse.

“...... 435 XX Road. "

This child, there is neither ridicule nor disgust and perfunctory, those eyes are different from hagi, hagi is always smiling, this child's

eyes are clear and cold, but not indifferent and ruthless.

His attitude is like that of a normal classmate.

And themselves....

Since my father was taken away, how much cold ridicule and disgust he has suffered...

"My dad is not a murderer! I'm not the son of a murderer either!

In a suffocating silence, Matsuda Jinhei tugged at the corners of his clothes, his fingertips white, and suddenly whispered.

"Hmm." Keiko nodded.

The housekeeper and bodyguard in the front seat were helpless: Young master, when people say this, is there something wrong with your reaction?

What about comfort? What about sympathy? What if you can't help?

Would it be okay to ask one more question?

With you like this, it's no wonder that Mr. Shinichi is always worried that you don't have friends....

Takeyoshi Yamamoto: Housekeeper, although I think the boss is probably worried that the little master will be orphaned in the future...

It's not the first time Matsuda Jinhei has defended like this, but the people who heard it, whether adults or children, didn't believe it, looked strange, sympathetic, and pitiful, and no one believed his words except Hagi.

The teenager in front of him is the first to behave like this!

There is no curiosity, no sympathy, no disgust, no inquiry, only coldness and purity.

It's like saying: Well, I know, and then what?