About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

029 Before Winter Comes

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In fact, many times, the Chinese Communist Party has strict requirements on me.

You may think that "as long as you don't grow up to be a rotten person like Osamu Dazai", what kind of strictness is considered, but it is reasonable, no guardian will really use the minimum standard of being a person to demand his own children.Otherwise, he wouldn't always leave me alone when he went out, and clearly stated to me that he didn't want me to see the scene of blood and blood flying everywhere.

Because people are more or less numb to "death" that has nothing to do with themselves.

If conditions permit, he still hopes that I can grow up safely and healthy like an ordinary girl.

This undoubtedly deviated from the thoughts of his most respected Mr. Mori, but I am still the child picked up by Chuya.

If he is not happy, Mr. Sen can only break the silence, put forward a compromise proposal and say: "Okay - but it doesn't matter if you take her to the banquet, right?"On that occasion, there are quite a few children of the same age as Shen Hai. She will be unhappy if you keep the children at home like you.

However, the fact that the so-called "banquet with many peers" did not make me feel very happy.Although you may say that I was lucky enough to meet Atobe and Akashi because of this, I also admit that my plastic friends have brought me a lot of happiness in the past five years, but when they become troublesome and headaches When I feel overwhelmed, I hope a little bit... If only I didn't know them, or everyone has always been like when I was a child.

Since I was a child, I have been required to clean up my own toys by myself.Especially during the period when I was obsessed with Lego, Zhong also almost regarded this rule as one of the unbreakable family rules.

After all, Lego's lethality is too strong.Not only are they small and difficult to be noticed, but their edges and corners are also very hard, and one foot can even make people lie down on the ground.

However, times have changed, and although Lego has not had time to withdraw from the stage of history in the future (if I don’t always move, the Lego I own will definitely be able to apply for Guinness!), but Zhongya’s requirements for me have been raised to a higher level.

He demanded that I fix the broken vending machine, no excuses.Of course I obediently obeyed - Chuya would not oppress or coldly force me for this kind of thing, but he would clean up my mess himself!

Toys and the like just need to be sorted and put away, but this is a vending machine!

If he suddenly finds out that he has no talent in electromechanics at all in the middle of the repair, and dismantles the vending machine in anger, and then uses his salary to compensate for the damage to public property, then the loss outweighs the gain.

You can't spend money like that, can you?

When I was still in the second grade of elementary school in Academy City, the teacher asked me to write an essay, and the topic was the same as my ideal.

At that time, I was not level 5 (superhuman), so I wrote that I hoped that one day I could become level 5, and if possible, I hoped that I could work hard towards level 6 (absolutely capable).

Although now that I'm separated from Academy City, the dream of level 6 will naturally not come true, but I'm not sad.To me, a person with absolute ability is like a hacker who has not become a hacker. Anyway, it doesn't matter whether the dream is realized or not, as long as there is one.

I just never imagined that one day I would become such a man of practical ability. Not only did I dismantle Zhongya’s motorcycle, but I could also connect the wires that I forcibly tore off with the help of the flashlight of my mobile phone... However, for me, who has always been responsible for forced demolition and not splicing and restoration, it took half an hour just to fight against the dark insulating tape.

When I went home to clean up and climbed into bed, I was already in a semi-comatose state. I hadn’t seen the scene of Yokohama late at night, because Chuya taught me to go to bed early and get up early, and I couldn’t keep staring and waiting for him to come back and tell me stories to lull me to sleep.

I'm probably an older kid, and it's no problem traveling between Tokyo and Yokohama alone.

But being disrupted is a big deal.

By the time I realized something was wrong, the chime clock in the living room was striking eight.

Eight in the morning.Even if I can fly, I can't get to school on time.

I hurried to Zhongye's room and tore off the quilt that was covering his face.

Nakaya's brows and eyes stretched in his sleep, looking gentle.However, when he listened to my request and opened his eyes, I knew it was impossible to ask for leave.

Nakaya sat up and turned on his phone, glanced at it, then rolled over and got out of bed and began to organize himself.

I fell into his bed in despair, trying to play dead.

However, Zhong also had his own way to deal with me. He saw me shrinking into the quilt and wrapping myself into a cocoon, and went straight out the door.

I gradually relaxed myself in the sound of his walking away footsteps, and gradually let go of the hand holding the quilt as I felt sleepy, but in the end, it was even easier for Zhongye to drag me out of the quilt.He didn't know when the curtains were pulled open. The morning sun splashed on my face and I couldn't help but close my eyes. Immediately, a facekerchief soaked in cold water was covered on my face.

To be honest, even though Zhongya and I are half-brothers, what he did was definitely a devilish act that only his own brother had the heart to do.

"Ah!!" I yelled in protest, grabbing the quilt and refusing to let it go, "Why are you going to school! Anyway, what I teach is what I know! And I'm late! Anyway, I can't make it Can't you sleep!"

"No. Your attitude itself is very wrong. If you can't catch up, why don't you just stop going to school?"

I couldn't see Chuya's expression with my eyes closed, but his tone was the kind of blandness that I was most afraid of.I squinted my eyes and saw Zhongya standing beside the bed with an indifferent expression.

"As soon as you show the slightest sign of failure or trouble, you will run away immediately. How old do you think you are in Zhongyuan Shenhai?"

Why are you so fierce... I just want to sleep.

I was a little wronged, but now I am even more afraid that Zhongye will be angry, so I have to get up.Then I sat on the edge of the bed and refused to move any more, so I must look as stubborn and annoying as a stubborn stone.

But I also have a temper.

Even I have the faults mentioned by Zhong Ye, but only in the matter of "going to school", I don't think I have any fault.

Love and concern are meant to be the best of the best, warm and bright as a flame.I began to understand more and more what Chiori Shiratori said, the more you care about a person, the more happiness or inescapable pain that person brings to you will be multiplied.

There are no two people in the world who will never argue unless they are not close enough or care enough about each other.Just like some people think that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.

I don't know how long after that, my exposed arms were so cold that I was a little unconscious, and even when I started to develop the determination that this confrontation would develop into a protracted cold war and I would never raise the flag to compromise, Zhong also remained silent. Sit down on the edge of the bed.He stretched out his hand and wrapped me in the quilt, which was lying in place, and then hugged me in his arms.I also remained expressionless during the whole process. I knew this was the rhythm of the conversation again, so I drooped my head and didn't want to make a sound.

The Nakahara family’s regular program once or several times a year, if Mr. Dazai was here, he would only call it a traditional performing arts.

But this is indeed the best way to resolve conflicts.Although I often talk to Chuya more and more angry-he has a bad temper and I am not very docile, but we still choose to talk.

Of course, this does not mean that the relationship is caused by arguing, but rather than letting the estrangement deepen over time, it is better to have a big fight now.

But today I don't want to talk to Chuya at all.Recently, there have been a lot of annoying things for no reason. If I remember that stinky kid who used to yell every day that it would be great to grow up quickly, I must drag him out and beat him up.

"Deep sea." Zhong also called me by my name very awkwardly.Just like I basically don't call him brother, he rarely calls me by the name he gave me, usually just the first name and the last name.

I know that when I look up now, I will be able to meet Shangzhongya's pair of blue eyes, and I can catch a glimpse of his long ocher hair all parted on the side of his neck from the corner of my eye.I don't resemble Chuya at all, and this was one of the culprits that made me worry all the time for a long time.I always feel that it is very easy for him to abandon me, even if I firmly believe that he will not do that, I still can't get rid of the anxiety in my heart.

So I started to make trouble, trying to draw more of his attention back to myself, living every day in junior high school like a carnival, and returning to the empty home after the curtain ended to continue to be with fear and loneliness.

"Come on, tell me why you're crying again." He stretched out his hand and touched my face, which was wet, and I lowered my head even lower, like an ostrich wishing to plunge into the ground.

"I shouldn't lose my temper." Tears flowed uncontrollably, and I cried again in embarrassment.

"You can lose your temper, whatever you want." Zhong also patted my head, and he tried his best to reason with me in the most peaceful and soothing tone, "But you can't always think about escaping."

"Do you remember that cat?"

I naturally remembered which cat he was talking about.It was not long after I was picked up by Chuya in the fifth grade of elementary school.

There was a group of brats in the class who put a kitten into the schoolbag of the person they played tricks on the most, and then threw it into the landscape pool.

It just so happened that it was my turn to be on duty for the flower bed that day, and I clearly heard the shrill cry for help from the kitten, but I didn't fish it out of the pond, I just stood aside and watched it sink together with my schoolbag. In the end.Then when the teacher asked the whole class where the schoolbag was, I stood up and told them where it was.

Of course, this story didn’t end with me taking the blame. The brats were punished accordingly, and I was called a parent by the teachers in this world for the first time after that incident happened.

Chuya was still a child at that time, only 17 years old.

But he didn't look like a teenager at all when he came out of the office.On the contrary, it was deep, which made me a little apprehensive.

After returning home, Zhong Ye asked me, why didn't you save the cat?

I thought of the dead body of the kitten, with three spots on its body, that had disappeared after being born to a stray mother cat in the school.

I said, it was abandoned by its mother, or its mother died.And it's still a kitten, and it can't survive the winter.

Since one day you will die, isn't it the same to save or not to save?

I still remember the look on my face after hearing what I said that day, maybe it was anger, or...pain?

In short, he looked very bad, very bad, and the next day he moved a bunch of instructional books on child psychology and the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale from the bookstore.

It was only later that I slowly figured out, if the cat hadn't drowned, would it have found someone willing to take it in before winter came?

"It looks like I've remembered—it's good to remember." Chuya put his chin on the top of my head and patted my back lightly, "There are so many things that I don't know until the last moment. You were killed by Dazai Didn’t you learn it after so many times?”

He looked down at my crying face and laughed.

"It's all gravity, why are you so different from me only when you're crying?"