About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

006 Sadness of left-behind children

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Being attacked is just a trivial part of daily life, and its consequences are never more terrifying to me than the menacing cold that falls like a mountain after experiencing the alternation of cold and heat.

On the morning of the next day after the explosion, after the camp bed, Mr. Ango Sakaguchi, a hard-spoken and nice man, brought me medicine and a registration form.

Basically every time I come here, I have to fill out a copy, which is the price for asking the Supernatural Secret Service to take me in for a short time.I wrote down the conventional information such as name, age, gender, and blood type with ease, skipped measurements and height, and glanced down quickly, until the column of "Abilities/Personality Usage (within three months)" stopped and came out. The smooth nib—it is called "column" actually leaves more than one page blank. It is not difficult to see that the original intention of the person who edited this registration form is to hope that the person who fills it out will explain in as much detail as possible the current situation of their abilities or personality.

After all, it is the Supernatural Secret Service Division. It is understandable for a government organization that does not exist on the surface and is in charge of supernatural beings across the country to clearly control the current situation of supernatural beings registered in the register.But I was destined to live up to their expectations.

Under Mr. Sakaguchi's indifferent gaze of "I knew it", I squeezed out the sweetest smile I could show at him, and then wrote "good" very simply.Nothing else.

He cruelly ignored my flattery, his eyes became even more disheartened, and he resignedly took the registration form with nothing in it and put it in the file bag.I see a saddle seal with fresh ink on the seal.

"Someone will pick you up in about half an hour." He covered the gel pen I put aside, smoothed the wrinkles on the suit jacket and buttoned it, stood up and said again worriedly, "Stay here, Don't run around or move around... If you are really uncomfortable, go to sleep, and I will call you when the person who comes to pick you up arrives."

It seems a bit too white-eyed to describe other people's concern for oneself as nagging.I, who was positioned as a well-behaved and sensible little girl who knows how to repay her kindness, nodded indiscriminately, and lay down on the sofa again wrapped in a blanket.

The nose was congested, and time seemed to freeze after breathing became a difficult task, and every second passed as slowly as a commercial suddenly inserted into a TV drama that had a wonderful bridge.

Some things are lost only after they realize that it is too late to regret.Perhaps life is too fulfilling and life is too exciting. Originally, my dependence on electronic products has not yet reached the point of dying, but at this moment, I really hope that I can have a mobile phone, no matter how bad it is for NS.Thinking of my unfinished Breath of the Wild, I couldn't help weeping silently. This explosion undoubtedly raised the priority of the to-do item of "register account and upload archive" several times.

The waiting time was as long as three autumns, and the anxiety and anticipation were eliminated. For a few moments, I even felt that I was waiting for Godot.

Fortunately, Ms. Hongye did not disappoint the lovesickness I have been thinking about.This is not the first time she has come to pick me up from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but every time she sees me coming out from behind the door, she hugs me and checks me several times.It seems that this is some kind of unscrupulous trusteeship, and Mr. Sakaguchi is the vicious teacher who will pinch the child's arms out of bruises through his clothes.

"Deep sea, my lovely deep sea, how long has it been since I last saw you?" Ms. Hongye held my face in her warm palm and cold fingers, "Just contact me as soon as something happens...Damn it Why would Chuya be willing to let you suffer like this."

As Ms. Hongye said, another reason why I chose to come to the Supernatural Secret Service Division after the accident was that it was not accurate.

It’s not impossible to say, but I think his intention should be to hope that I don’t have too much contact with the people and things of the Hong Kong gangsters—hey, it’s clear that he himself is one of the five major cadres of the Hong Kong gangsters. There is nothing above human beings.

Mr. Sakaguchi standing behind me has been silent, I guess his expression must be very dull now.

Ms. Hongye held me in her arms and kneaded me for a while. After confirming that I had not suffered any "abuse", she slowly raised her eyes, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Undercover? What are you still standing here for?"

"Greetings from Jiushu, Ms. Ozaki."

"I can't bear your greetings." Her Kyoto accent is elegant and lingering, her smile is dignified and reserved, but her tone of voice is unexpectedly vicious, as if she has seen something and harmful garbage that is an eyesore, "It is said that she left Hong Kong After being black, your position in the Supernatural Secret Service Division has risen steadily, you are really young and promising."

This is the first time I heard that Mr. Sakaguchi had a relationship other than confrontation with Hong Kong and black.I raised my head to see Ms. Hongye's graceful jaw.Sensing my sight, she also looked down at me, brushing my broken hair behind her ears, "That's all, why waste spring with pests."

As she spoke, she pinched up her sleeves and wiped the dust off my face.It must have been stained by the explosion last night, and I was so busy fussing with Mr. Sakaguchi that I didn't have time to clean myself up.

Now I feel even more sorry for Furisode who was treated as a towel by Ms. Momiji.

"Our deep sea is really cute..." She hugged and rubbed me again, then her voice sank, and she snorted coldly, "A bunch of hypocrites, they don't even want to treat homeless little girls well. "

Hmm... This accusation is really wronged, and a feeling of guilt the size of a five-yen coin was born in my heart.However, Mr. Sakaguchi did not refute, but remained silent.

If you want to add a crime, there is nothing wrong with it.In Ms. Hongye's opinion, even his breathing was wrong.

The car was parked on the opposite side of the road, and four Hong Kong and black members in black suits stood beside them with their hands behind their backs.Ms. Hongye opened the maple red paper umbrella she carried with her, and caged me under the umbrella.

When I was led by Ms. Hongye and turned back in the middle of the road, Mr. Sakaguchi was still standing in front of the black door.Although doing so would make Ms. Momiji feel sad, I reached out and waved him.Even if it's not pleasant, Sakaguchi-san has taken care of me many times, including today and yesterday.

I thought that there would be no response at all, but I didn't expect him to raise his hand to the side of his face and say goodbye to me from a distance.

I heard Ms. Hongye sigh softly.

How many times do you have to say goodbye in your life?I sat in the back seat of the car, closed my eyes, and didn't want to think about it for a while.How can I say that I am still a little girl, and it seems that I am still far away from graduating from acting like a baby.

These are the privileges of children, but you must, don't give up so early.

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The feeling of shopping with Ms. Hongye is completely, completely, completely different from the feeling of shopping with Zhongya.

I walked into the locker room exhausted.

This time it is a western dress, which is different from the layered kimono. The complicated lace is so black that people can see it, and the ribbon is the length that can hang from my raised arms to the ground... The waitress shortened them like magic and then Turn into bows and decorate the skirt.

"Ms. Hongye..." I turned around numbly under her excited eyes. I was a little sleepy after the cold medicine took effect, and I missed Zhongye very much at this moment.Because he also went shopping with Zhongzhong, he would only swipe his card to give money to help carry the bag, and he would never let me try on seven or eight sets of clothes without taking a break.

"Try another one, the last one." She assured me, "Whether kimono or western clothes are suitable for the deep sea." A new set of furisodes was taken out of the lacquered wood cabinet.The light ochre, magnolia bloom at the hem and sleeves made me feel overwhelmed.

"Oh, don't be so unhappy." The cheerful proprietress noticed my depression, and immediately handed over a beautiful paper sailboat. The bell inside made a pleasant jingle with her movements, " How can any mother not want to dress up her daughter beautifully, let alone you are so cute."

What surprised me was that Ms. Hongye accepted without any objection what the proprietress said - mother and daughter.You must know that even if Zhong respectfully calls her elder sister, she will show her face and refute that she is not yet that age.

After I finished dressing, Ms. Hongye had to comb my hair herself. I sat upright in front of the mirror and felt that my waist had been so straight for too long that I had already started to panting.

Ms. Hongye's slender fingers are very flexible, and the gentleness in her eyebrows will always make me forget her long sword hidden in the umbrella handle.

Strictly speaking, both she and Chuya have blood on their hands, and they are not good people.But I am not a goddess holding a sword and scales, so naturally I don't have that much justice in my heart.

"Ms. Hongye."

"what happened?"

"Why didn't you bring the mirror flower here?"

Like Akutagawa and me, Kyoka was also a child picked up by Hong Kong black cadres.Small and cute, two years younger than me, but already as tall as me...

The dress-up game is like suffering, so it is better to have more people to accompany me.But in this way, I seem to have never seen Jinghua outside the jurisdiction of Hong Kong and Hei, and if it is rare to see her, she will follow behind Ms. Hongye step by step, like a small shadow.

I have never seen Jinghua laughing, and I thought it was the reason why I saw her so few times, but I recalled it and said that he had never seen her either.

"Sister Hongye seldom shows her in front of people." Zhong Ye patted me on the head, telling me not to think too much, "She seldom sees you, you seldom see her...it's not a bad thing for you."

I understand that Zhong also doesn't want me to get in touch with the world of Hong Kong and black too much, but why is it a good thing to say that it is a good thing for Jinghua?

Being so short of friends at the time, I really couldn’t figure it out—in fact, I still haven’t figured it out now.Only in this case, I will admire Mr. Dazai, he may know the truth immediately without needing a second.But unfortunately, fortunately, I am not him.

When the silence became lengthy, I realized dully that I seemed to have asked a question I shouldn't have asked.I raised my eyes, and the beautiful woman in the mirror was lowering her eyes, stroking my long hair.Mr. Dazai once called me a "tungsten bulb" because my hair was too light and too bright.He even said something like "With you here, you may not even need to carry a diaper", perfectly interpreting to me the true meaning of life without end and death with his actions.

"Because, Jinghua is not the same as you." Her voice was calm, but I felt a little sad.When I was looking for the source of this sentimentality that I didn't know where it came from, I saw her look at me again. The worry contained in it made people panic, as if I was in a quagmire that I couldn't get out of.

I didn't ask again, or maybe even if I asked Ms. Hongye, I wouldn't answer.

Because the explosion happened so suddenly, I didn’t have time to rescue my birth certificate and other documents. It took me a day to go through all the procedures (this is already the fastest time after taking various expedited and relationship shortcuts) .

And when I saw the message from my well-meaning friends and classmates, it was already a holiday—oh no, it was the afternoon of the third day of class suspension.

I looked at the unread list painted red with the words Atobe Keigo, and fell silent.