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063 White Bark Pine and Cookies

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"Nowadays, after a boy makes a girl cry, can't he even say the most basic words of comfort?"

You don't need to look to know how livid Mr. Sakaguchi's expression is at this moment.His tone was (for him) very usual seriousness, with each word so heavy it could punch a hole in the ground, as if pouring lead into the ear of the person being questioned.

Ordinary people can't face his stern and stern appearance.Not only can't face it, but also awe and remorse arise spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.It's like the hindsight that a criminal suspect can only realize the seriousness of the matter after being escorted by the police to sit in an interrogation chair.

Even though he knew that the other party was the young master of the Akashi family, he was still a boy after all.Bullying girls has nothing to do with his identity, not to mention that he must have received special etiquette education, and ordinary Gaoliang children can't compare with him.

"But in her current state, even if she is comforted, she won't listen to it."

Throughout the ages, how many people have been destroyed by sad and beautiful things.

Those who are at a loss and try to comfort themselves in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing are even called "stupid".

But in the eyes of outsiders, at least they have an attitude and a heart of pity.Certainly not like Akashi Seijuro sitting on the sidelines indifferently, waiting for my crying to subside.

As Akashi said, I am the type who can't be coaxed by anyone when I get into trouble, and I can only wait for myself to calm down.The comfort of others is undoubtedly adding fuel to the flames for me. Mr. Sakaguchi has never experienced this, because usually I hide and cry by myself, or cry at home.Even during the days when he was still working in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, at most he could only see my red and swollen eyes when I woke up the next day.

And unlike Mr. Sakaguchi who has never seen me cry until the sea is dead, Akashi looks quite... oh no, it should be said, unusually calm.It can even be said that he has been able to regard my crying, which cannot be stopped temporarily and cannot be stopped, as part of "common sense".

Anyone else wonder how the sun rises in the east?

If not, bring this kind of ordinary mentality into Akashi Seijuro's current situation, and you can almost understand why he has become so calm here.

But in fact, very few people—to be precise, there are only two people in the world who know that I was the one who received such an entrustment when Akashi Seijuro and I first met.

If your memory is good enough, you may recall that I briefly mentioned Akashi Seijuro's mother, Mrs. Shiori.

Mrs. Akashi Shiori is a sick beauty.Eight out of ten times I saw her in the garden of Akashi's house.

To be honest, no matter how dreamy the image of a pale person sitting in a field of purple and red may be, it is heart-wrenching—especially knowing that this beauty will die soon.

When I learned of her condition, I thought it was a pity.If I also have such a beautiful mother, I will definitely feel sad too.

But in any case, these thoughts are nothing more than shallow, superficial "I think".

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I guess which parent my eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and face shape are inherited from. , That's why I got a lot of love.

It's a pity that as long as the speculation is not confirmed, it will always be just speculation.

I never got even a little bit of information about my biological parents, and naturally I didn't know whether my eyes, nose and mouth resembled my father's or my mother's.Words such as consanguinity are more unfamiliar to me than L'Hopital's rule, Taylor's expansion of serotonin.

Of course, it is even more impossible for me to act like a baby in my mother's arms, enjoy the burnt cookies that she spent an afternoon in the kitchen, and watch her flip the cookies with her slender fingers that look like fish fry, which seem to be enchanted. Pop-up book (actually, this description is what I heard from others, I can’t understand how beautiful this kind of book made of hard cardboard is) Listening to her storytelling experience.

I can't answer the question of what kind of experience it is to be loved by my parents.

But I know very well that the main reason why I would be particularly happy to go to Akashi's house at that time.

Because Mrs. Shiori likes children.Every time she would invite the children who came to Akashi’s house with their parents to attend the banquet to play in the garden, so I had a good reason not to follow Mr. Mori all the time, and call everyone uncle and aunt with a smile on my face.

However, Mrs. Shiori said that seeing the children playing and fighting makes her feel energetic.

But in fact, I think she just hoped to make Akashi Seijuro, who didn't want to leave her at that time, a little more cheerful and lively.

You may not believe it, but in fact, before the death of Mrs. Shiori, Akashi Seijuro was always a sticky man who followed his mother every day. His calm and decisive appearance is slowly developed in the future.

At that time, I was increasingly numb to Mr. Mori's fiddling (as a competent lolicon, Mr. Mori Ogai's enthusiasm for changing clothes is definitely not lower than that of Ms. Momiji).At least three days a week, I will be covered in a pink princess dress and semi-circular panniers that can make people tired, and I can’t run or jump. It’s the same as the kimono that makes people breathless. I was locked in a different kind of birdcage—until one day Mr. Mori took out a skirt with no lace, bows, ribbons, and looked light and delicate. The soul that resonated was finally liberated in stages.

Without panniers and unaccustomed to wearing small leather shoes anyway, I am no different from a hydrogen balloon that is about to fly away when I let go of my hands. The garden of the Akashi family is also very large. As long as I escape from the large army smoothly, I will You can "jump" to a very high book and sit in a daze by stepping on your feet, and spend a morning or afternoon alone, and sometimes even a whole day of good time.

No one on the tree will force me to call me uncle and aunt.

There will also be children who have never seen it before and ask me which family are you from?How old are you this year?Why is your hair so light?Is it mixed race?Which country's mixed blood?What's more, it will pull my hair, and what's more angry is that I can't slap back with my backhand.

During that time, Mr. Mori frequently visited Akashi House in the name of the president of Mori Co., Ltd.However, most of the gardens of Akashi's family are full of flowers, but there are only a few trees. Mrs. Shiori's "nursery" is flourishing, and the team is getting stronger and stronger.At first I was able to hide once or twice, but after four or five or six disappearances, it was inevitable that some nosy child gave a long "Hey", and then asked loudly where the deep sea in the Central Plains went.

After finally getting out of Mr. Mori’s sight, I, a heretic who doesn’t want to go down to play boring games like ghosts and people with them, of course I have to choose to hide from the world—so I hid myself in the tree canopy.

Even so, it was still found.

The person who found me was the center of gravity destruction, perfect pass, and the eye of the emperor (God, please forgive me, who gave him the name of these second-level skills... just thinking about it It is enough for me to have the urge to die socially) and other superb skills, the captain of the Luoshan basketball team who mastered the court, and the little master I visited, Akashi Seijuro.

Akashi's eyesight is no worse than Atobe's.The canopy of the white bark pine could not completely cover my figure, and the white skirt pierced through the dark green like sunlight hidden behind layers of black clouds.He spotted me quickly.

I still remember the scene of our first serious conversation (the nominal first conversation was introducing ourselves).

Even though I occupied the commanding heights, Akashi Seijuro still kept his face like a glutinous rice dumpling, raised his head, and taught me that climbing so high is dangerous without showing any timidity. His beloved mother knows that I was very worried when I disappeared.Not only that, but I also caused trouble for many other people. In the entire manor, there are a total of twenty people including the servants who are searching for me.

Friends, can you imagine how I felt when I was a "troublemaker", "culprit" and "the eye of a typhoon that created chaos" when I heard these accusations?

I am naturally quite disdainful!

What's more, at that time, Zhongya's education for me hadn't reached the level of in-depth understanding it is now, so it was commonplace for me to cause trouble to others (to be precise, to the Supernatural Secret Service Division and Zhongya's subordinates).

Immediately I rolled my eyes, sat on a thick tree trunk dangling my legs, and asked Akashi confidently, "But I didn't ask you to look for it?"

The young master who has lived a smooth life since he was a child has probably never met a shameless peer like me.

Akashi was choked up by my words and fell silent for a while, the look of grievance rather than displeasure flashed across his face and was quickly put away, "As a master, of course you have to be responsible for the visitors."

"Then you see that my limbs are sound and my body and mind are healthy now, can you please move?"

For a moment, I felt that Akashi wanted to turn around and leave-in fact, even if he did leave, I would not have any dissatisfaction.

After all, I was notoriously stubborn (only among acquaintances) at that time. Even elementary school teachers who had been teaching for decades and had seen countless storms would often be so angry that my blood pressure would rise and their eyes would stare at gold stars.

But Akashi, who decided to stay, shook his head decisively, "No, you climbed too high, what if you fall down later."

He raised his face, his expression was serious and sincere.One second he felt aggrieved because of my attitude, but the next second he would still be so considerate and honest about the little girl on the tree who hadn’t said a few words—what I want to express is of course not that I was there Akashi, who has only met a few times at the time, is so special in his heart. I just want to say that his insistence may be based on various elite education, gentleman etiquette, mother's instructions, father's reminders and other round rules. /Girls keep their style” as the basis, but this kind of consideration for others (even if it may be just a superficial politeness) was something I couldn’t learn at the time.

The sunlight that leaked through the white bark pine was cut into pieces by the thin pine needles, and they fell on the boy's white face. The irises with magnificent colors were transparent and bright, sparing no effort to radiate light and heat.

Let me tell you a little bit about the reason why when I was young, even though I knew that I would be bullied by Mr. Dazai, I still went to play with him without paying attention.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is Mu Qiang's relationship - when I grew up, I once said to Lugu Izuku that Mu Qiang was not wrong, the reason why he became wrong was because he was blind.Even though Bakugo Katsuki's character is so bad that he becomes the perpetrator of violence against him time and time again, he still regards his little boy as a "good guy"-no matter how you look at it, this cognition is really too much Stupid.

And I will never deny that Mr. Dazai is a scum just because he is a powerful person, nor will I deny that he is a powerful person just because he is an out-and-out scum.

However, Dazai's "magnificence and prestige" is something I can't learn.

Want to commit suicide just because you have seen through the corrupt and incurable nature of the world?

This kind of weird idea will probably not enter my mind in the next life.

But Mr. Dazai's ingenuity and control of people's hearts are precisely because he is too familiar with these people in front of him.

Did I say Mr. Dazai would take me to the home theater before?

He always ordered some "Disney" or educational films that eulogized truth, goodness and beauty for me to watch.But while watching, he would talk to me with great interest while looking at the screen.Almost a question-and-answer kind.

So I always save a lot of questions to ask Mr. Dazai when I watch the movie.

Although some answers are not satisfactory, I have learned so much anyway.

——Aside from Chuya, is there anyone else who is as warm and kind as in the movie?

——Chuya, the fierce god who kills people without blinking his eyes, is so warm and kind. Shall I buy you a "Japanese Mandarin Dictionary"? ...But, of course, such people still exist.Some people are born with this beautiful quality.

——But this does not conflict with the hopelessness of the world, Xiaoyu.

——"As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better tomorrow" It's good to listen to the song, after all, most people are still self-interested rather than altruistic.

——It’s not bad to leave the warm and kind encounters to others, so if rice can really choke people to death, please choke me to death at noon today!God!

This thoughtless conversation finally ended with my regretful black face (why did I talk to him) and silence, but it made me remember that "other than Chuya, people who have such beautiful qualities as warmth and kindness are indeed Existence" sounds like a child's joke without any seriousness.

I, who was stepping on the tail of ten years old, stared at Akashi Seijuro under the tree for a long time, and my heart, which was still fighting hard in secret, was suddenly discouraged.

It’s not necessary to be friends with the sunny, upright, gentle, kind, and courageous characters in cartoons... But when a character that is [-] to [-]% similar to the cartoon jumps in front of me, I still can’t bear it Live to sigh how there are children in the world who have so many things that I don't have.

The ten-year-old Akashi Seijuro was very patient—he stood under the tree with his head up and called me back and forth for at least 10 minutes, during which my anger and awkwardness miraculously subsided a little bit.

Ten-year-old Akashi Seijuro is a little gentleman—he knew that I was finally willing to go down the tree, so he immediately decided to run and call for someone to bring the ladder, but before he could turn around, he saw me slipping down the thick trunk of the white bark pine.

Just like I will never forget Atobe's pale face from my fear of how to make Israeli golden scorpion and tailless whip spider specimens, the first time Akashi Seijuro showed this frightened look was in that weather. Not a bad afternoon.

His first reaction was to ask me to spread my hand to check the wound - because the bark is very rough, not to mention that I don't have any protective equipment, and I slipped from the tree several meters high with bare hands.

Seeing that my palm was intact, he let out a sigh of relief.Immediately afterwards, he frowned again, put on an old-fashioned look, and couldn't hide the panic in his tone, and told me that since a girl wears a skirt, she should climb to such a high place like a lady. Not even the naughtiest boy he knew had ever done something so dangerous as to break a leg in a tree.

Atobe's birthday is in October, Akashi's is in December, and I'm in March.It was when the three of us got together to figure out how to spend our birthdays that I realized that I was the one they could call my sister.

But the ten-year-old Akashi Seijuro, except that he often sticks to his mother, has no cuteness and innocence that belongs to children in other aspects.

Obviously Mrs. Shiori is such a gentle person, she pampered Akashi almost to the point of doting in every possible way, but even so Akashi did not become a "little adult" later as she wished.

From the first time I met Akashi Seijuro, he was the one without much expression.

Although I haven't been able to master the ability to be unsmiling, it is enough to make people feel "it's a waste to have such a cute face."

So all the way back to Mrs. Shiori, I questioned Akashi.

I asked him what are the essential differences between boys and girls besides the natural physical difference?

Why does the criterion for defining whether a person is a lady must be quiet?Even if it is a convention, it is nothing more than universal cognition.

The style of clothing like skirts does have a lot of restrictions on movement, but I wear safety pants, and you still presumptuously criticize my actions without knowing these conditions. Is there something wrong?

"Finally, the world is so big, the naughtiest boy you know has never climbed a tree, the naughtiest boy I know... Forget it, just treat him as naughty, but even fight with me Hit." As I said that, I clenched my small palm into a fist and waved it in front of Akashi, "Why do you use what you see and hear to frame my behavior?"

A boy like a "little adult" was asked a series of firecracker-like questions by me - of course he was not confused by the questions, otherwise have you been teaching elite education for so many years in vain?

He first thought in silence for a while, then apologized to me for his previous statement that "girls in skirts should sit properly", and finally launched a counterattack according to the order of my questions.

The two of us fought dryly, and before we knew it, the large army of ghosts and people came back.They were consciously divided into two factions according to our argument—the problem of people's habit of standing in line is indeed everywhere.

All of a sudden, the garden of Akashi's family changed from a ghost-and-man amusement park, which was overwhelmed by people, into a vegetable market comparable to [-] ducks choking on each other.

Mrs. Shiori sat between us and giggled.It wasn't until the children were led away one by one, and finally only me, Akashi, and Mrs. Shiori was left, that the beautiful lady was finally able to put down the handkerchief (from laughing) that she had been clutching in her hand to wipe her tears. .

After that, it was already the kind of later that I could enter Akashi's house with my face.

One day Mrs. Shiori suddenly asked me: "Do you want to eat handmade cookies in the deep sea?"

Her voice is very gentle.Different from Ms. Hongye’s long and charming Kyoto accent, it is a kind of dandelion seed that is blown by the wind, blowing the tip of the nose in the caramel-colored evening wind in summer, a ethereal but real tiny touch.

I said yes.

The greatest pleasure of attending various banquets with Mr. Mori is the high-end buffet prepared in the venue.The dim sum that the mistress of the Akashi family can offer must be a delicacy in the world!

——And then, with such a naive idea, I was choked by the baked cookies, and my nose and mouth were full of burnt smell...

It turned out to be really "handmade"...

From my difficult swallow, Mrs. Shiori, who looked guilty, undoubtedly got the correct negative feedback from me.I don't know how long she was deceived by Akashi's expressionless but extremely sincere and delicious expression...

Mrs. Shiori’s eyes are the same rose red as Akashi Seijuro’s. She stared at me with those eyes, very similar to when Akashi stood under the tree and persuaded me to come down. She said to me softly and earnestly: "If possible, can you help me keep an eye on Seijuro?"

In fact, I felt at the time that the saying "to take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths" could not be established under such a bad premise.My nose still smells burnt, and Akashi and I are not very familiar with each other.

However, I really underestimated a mother's love for a child who was about to be abandoned by her in the world.

At that time, my vague and faltering answer made Mrs. Shiori smile.

She winked at me playfully and said thank you.

Thinking about it now, it seems that it was the first time I understood the meaning of "mother".

Her embrace might be the softest and most reassuring place in the world.

But from the beginning to the end, I couldn't empathize with Akashi about the "death of the dearest person".

When Mrs. Shiori's funeral was held, I was still on a school trip to elementary school, so I couldn't attend.

It's just that when I saw Akashi again, his "true face" that was occasionally revealed before was basically covered by the perfectly fitted "mask".

At that moment, I felt that Mrs. Shiori's departure made all her efforts fall apart.But after experiencing death for the first time, Akashi didn't cry in front of me, or maybe he had already dried up his tears.

Akashi said thank you to me.

But what are you thanking?

I looked at the little umbel of small white flowers he wore on his chest.

I'm just here.Still a few days late.

And in the few days I've been late, boys I've known have been torn apart and grown up in pain I can't comprehend.