[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Haizaki Shougo took the lunch box and turned to Tetsuya Kuroko who was beside Keren, "Basketball is just for killing time, I don't care."

"A long-winded tone, as if talking about something serious."

Jinglian handed over the lunch box and bid farewell to Hei Zizhe who brought him in, "Thank you for today. To be honest, I don't have any deep friendship with this dark guy who can grow mushrooms."

If fighting is excluded

"To be more precise, there is no friendship."

The end of the words blew into Haizaki Shogo's ears along the wind, and he took over Jingren's last sentence, "Tetsuya Kuroko, you don't think this guy is a good baby, do you?" He scratched his face The bruising faded slightly, "This scar was caused by him just now."

"This..." Kuroko Tetsuya's eyes turned back and forth between the two, if the relationship is not good at all, then why did he come to the school to deliver meals, and why Haizaki accepted it is really complicated.

On the way back, I passed the basketball gymnasium, where training was going on. Jingren had heard about the predecessor of Shogo Haizaki, and learned from Kazuya Miyagawa, who was well-informed, that Shogo Haizaki was a member of the former first army, and he was praised by everyone in the sports world. The "Age of Miracles" is implicated.

but

He passed by the door without feeling any vibration beyond common sense.

There are no psionic superpowers here.

After telling the store manager about the receipt of the lunch box by Shougo Haizaki, the store manager sighed with a smile, "It's good if there is no fight".

But Jingren's next sentence pulled his relaxed heart back, "But when I saw him, Shougo Haizaki was mixing with some bad guys, and there were marks of injuries on his face."

The store manager smiled helplessly, and the corners of his mouth and eyes were covered with fine lines, like a Buddha in a temple with a benevolent brow, "Sure enough, this child."

"But speaking of it, he is very similar to Jinglian."

Jing Lian, who was packing up the sundries, looked back, wondering where they were similar.

The store manager gestured, "Do you still remember Jinglian, when you first came here, you squatted in front of the eaves and waited for the rain. A feral cat licking fur."

He lowered his voice as he spoke, "Freedom, wandering alone, with nothing to return to."

"At that time, I was thinking, it is very similar to the cat in the alley."

"The first time I saw Haizaki was also like seeing a cat that was abandoned by people. Although many people say that cats will not be attached to humans, but I think whether it is a human or a cat, once they are separated from the familiar ones, they will be sad. Oh, it really is because I am old that I think about so many messy things."

He slapped his hand a few times, pretending to blow away the words he said, as if nothing happened, and then he and Jinglian cleaned the restaurant together.

Jinglian put on the apron with the name of the restaurant printed on it, a thin belt protruding from the back of her neck, and a cap that prevents falling dust. The store manager pulled on two pairs of rubber white gloves and picked out a pair of Give it to Jinglian, Jinglian took it, put it on slowly, rolled up the edge of the white glove slightly, stroked the back of the hand with slightly blue blood, and stopped with the disappearing veins.

He let go, and the retracted glove hit his wrist with a light and small "da".

The store manager held a bucket mop and a rag, "Today is a day of cleaning, come on"

After shouting the slogan, he was as excited as Popeye who had eaten spinach. He plunged the mop into the bucket, then tightened it, and ran towards the mottled floor, "Go!"

Jinglian did not respond to this enthusiasm. He was quiet and almost indifferent. He picked up a clean cloth and began to wipe the glass. From time to time, there were a few passers-by outside. For some reason, when he was making this piece of glass, he quietly walked around the road and surrounded him. A small semicircle.

He saw a faint flash of light at the end of his eyes, turned around and saw that it was a slightly raised mobile phone, the person holding the mobile phone was caught in a panic, put away the mobile phone and ran away.

The store manager wiped off the sweat from his forehead, stood up with his back propped up, "No, no matter what you do, you have to give a lot of love, Jinglian, Jinglian"

"Support limited ability with infinite spirit."

The general cleaning removed a lot of rubbish and dirt. The store manager told Jinglian that when taking out the rubbish, it must be sorted and not littered.

Jinglian nodded, and went out through the back door with several large bags of garbage.

Before it got close to the trash can, there was a slight snoring sound from inside.

One sound after another, one after another.

There are people inside.

It seems that beggars spend the night here to avoid the cold air at night.

Jinglian knocked on the box, but she didn't wake up inside.

The store manager's words are still ringing in my ears, "garbage sorting", "don't litter".

such.

Jinglian held up the garbage bag, hoping that the people inside would get up by themselves after waking up.

"Jinglian"

At this time, a voice came from far and near, following the garbage that fell to the bottom, the store manager who came in a hurry was panting, "There is still a bag, I didn't see it in the corner."

"Jinglian has already thrown the garbage in."

"but."

The store manager looked serious, "I seem to hear the sound of breathing."

Jing Lian knocked on the tin box, "Someone is inside."

The bony hands are beautiful, and the sound they make is clear and crisp, but the words they speak are not pleasant.

people inside.

such words

The store manager's expression is extremely complicated, it is the complex state of a human being after facing another species, no matter how he persuades himself, this is just a child's joke and behavior that needs to be taught when he is young, and it cannot be offset. The coldness that climbed from the depths of the heart.

The coldness flowed into the heart along the blood vessels, froze the heart before thinking about it, and then spread to the brain and ears. The store manager heard a voice saying what kind of person, so he can underestimate this kind of injury.

"Just now, Jinglian must have thrown away the trash."

"Ah."

"What's wrong"

The pair of eyes looking at the store manager are as beautiful as ever, like a frozen lake in the extreme cold. The withered birch bushes are reflected on the ice surface, leaving a blurry silhouette, which is almost a sharp and sharp beauty.

The words explained by the clever and almost heaven-made master are still so careless.

He says

"I couldn't wake him up anyway, and I thought I couldn't throw it away, so I put it in."

The god of the clouds does not understand the turmoil of the mortal world.

And mortals don't understand why the god is so indifferent.

He said another word.

"What's wrong."

"Jinglian, do you know that you hurt him?"

"There's too much litter blocking the exit and he'll suffocate."

"The garbage truck arrived before he woke up. No one saw the living people under the pile. He will be taken to the garbage dump and burned."

The store manager trembled his lips, "Why, Jing Lian still wants to do this when she sees someone inside."

because

Garbage needs to be sorted.

Adults should bear the price for the choices they make.

Because he didn't expect that this person would die unexpectedly by doing so.

He didn't understand why he was so weak.

as well as.

He couldn't feel the so-called pity. Last time Kazuya Miyagawa conveyed less and less sorrow, and he couldn't feel the twists and turns of life and death sorrows of people outside his side.

what.

Another point.

He is not human.

Is it a mirror, or something.

Human emotion floated on him sparingly, then fleetingly.

The store manager seemed to smell the charcoal gas of charred flesh. He staggered and lifted the garbage out like a machine short of oil, awakened the homeless inside, and walked back with his arms. He didn't know what happened. What kind of tramp laughed and said that it doesn't matter.

Jinglian who was left behind blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

He seems to have done something very infuriating.

"Feel sorry."

Not quite sure what's wrong though.

But first apologize.

Haizaki Shougo, who had nothing to do to hang out in restaurants, felt the dignified atmosphere of the storm-battered city as soon as he entered the door.

The store manager, who was always smiling, watched the bullying incident with a serious face, and repeated the passage about how children develop compassion over and over again.

Jinglian sat on a chair by the window, watching the night scene outside.

Haizaki Shogo didn't like the atmosphere, he purposely shouted loudly, "I'm coming in"

He rushed to the store manager and patted him on the shoulder, "Old man, why don't you talk."

"really weird."

Haizaki Shogo pulled away the chair in front of Keiran, "What are you doing?"

Jing Lian's tone was light, "He quarreled with me unilaterally. Although I apologized, he still didn't accept it."

Haizaki leaned back on the chair, "The old man has a big temper, you have to show a little bit of toughness when you hit me, and be tougher with him."

The store manager put on a tiger face. This was the first time Jinglian saw him so angry, "Apologies without realizing that I made a mistake are meaningless."

"What's the difference between talking and farting?"

Haizaki Shogo slapped his mouth and nose in disgust, "Disgusting"

"But you too," Shougo Huizaki smiled maliciously, "It's the first time I've seen someone make him so angry."

"Since the store manager is so angry, can you drive this annoying guy out?"

Again.

Jing Lian got up, and the chair legs made a scratching sound, and he called softly, "I'm interested in going out for a while."

Then he dragged Haizaki Shogo by the back and led him out of the store.

"Etc., etc"

Haizaki Shogo was caught off guard, he yelled that if Jingren didn't let go, he would sue the store manager, and settle the old and new grudges together, "The bruise you left on my face hasn't faded away"

"Don't worry." Jinglian replied, "I've already told the store manager for you that you stayed after fighting with the gangsters."

"It's too much, you."

"If I drive you away on the first day."

He dragged Haizaki Shougo to the outside of the sparsely populated basketball court on the other side, and when he let go of his hand, Huizaki Shougo, who couldn't control his center of gravity, staggered forward and walked several steps before stopping.

He stabilized his footsteps, rubbing the red marks on his neck, "I can see that you are in a bad mood."

"No, I'm in a moderate mood without much fluctuation."

"Ha, your reply is really weird, but it is also very suitable for you. You are a strange person. Didn't you realize that you are pulling my collar so hard."

"You feel wrong."

"Tch, be stubborn."

Jingren pulled him out and warned him not to go back, but Jingren turned around and walked away, followed by Huizaki Shougo.

He put his rascally hands in his pockets, "If you dare to do anything again, I'll file a complaint. The store manager hasn't forgiven you yet. Be careful and don't make mistakes."

Jingren stopped, and he stared at Shougo Haizaki, "Today, the boss will probably not forgive me, so" he pushed Shogo Haizaki into the outdoor basketball court, and closed the door behind him, "We have a long time We can communicate."

"I have some questions."

Shogo Huisaki seemed to have the gold medal for avoiding death at this time, he directed Jingren to buy a can of beer carelessly, "Please at least have some sincerity in handling things."

After getting the can of beer, he took it as soon as it was good, and said with his legs crossed that he could be a bosom brother for a day.

However, when he heard the first sentence, he almost spit the beer in his mouth.

"He said I had no regard for other people's life or death."

"And the apology was insincere."

Haizaki Shougo wiped the corner of his mouth, "It's big enough."

"Hmm" Jinglian was puzzled.

Haizaki Shogo gave a thumbs up, "Excellent."

"Listen to me."

Jingren recounted the matter again, and asked Haizaki Shougo's feelings again. He needed a real human being with flesh and blood to help him distinguish this kind of emotion.

"I'm done."

Haizaki Shougo lifted the can and drank it empty, then crushed the can and threw it into the trash can at the opposite corner.

"Ah, I've finished listening."

"No feeling."

"Anyway, the person is not dead or injured, just apologize, I really don't understand that old man."

Jinglian asked him "Did I do something wrong?"

"No."

"Ah."

Jinglian "Although I said that, I still feel that I can't go back to the store confidently."

Haizaki Shogo scratched his head, "Yes.