Be Dazai's mother

"Is this Fuyuki City?" I came to Fuyuki City holding Aji's hand and looked at the surrounding scenes, feeling a little emotional.

To be honest, I have really experienced a lot of travels along the way. If I want to talk about it, I can really talk about it for seven days and seven nights.I can talk for three days and three nights just about the malicious people I met on the road who wanted to abduct me and Azhi.

It's no wonder that Mei didn't go directly to her hometown for help when she was pregnant.In addition to various other reasons, the difficulties encountered along the way are also very important issues.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Azhi who was at the side, looked at him with worried eyes, and said, "Are you okay?"

I don't know if it was my illusion, but Aji, who seemed to have grown a little taller after coming out of the illusion, raised his head and said, "I'm fine, Sachiko."

Because of Akiko’s instructions before leaving, I tried my best to eat some nutritious food for Aji along the way. Although this caused me to only eat some dry bread, but the child is growing up, I tried my best Maybe feed him a little better.

At first, Aji seemed to be seriously dissatisfied with my behavior, but he had no choice but to accept it under my insistence.

Of course, this kind of thing can't be rushed.Azhi is still a thin and small one, he looks like a five-year-old child, and it is impossible to guess that he is actually eight years old.

My goal now is to make Aji at least look like a kid his age.Under the premise that I don't have enough money in my hands, this goal may be difficult, but I will not give up.Even if he works several jobs at the same time, he wants Ah Zhi to grow up well.

But compared to this kind of thing that is still in the target stage, there is another thing that is pressing in my heart that makes me more anxious-I don’t know why, as we get closer to Fuyuki City, the anxiety in my heart becomes stronger, until When we stepped directly on the ground of Fuyuki City, the anxiety had already reached its peak.

I didn't express this uneasiness directly, but Ajita probably already saw it, he looked at me, and continued: "Sachiko should be the one who said something happened, right? What's wrong? You seem very disturbed look."

I don't know how to express the uneasiness deep in my heart, not to mention that I don't know why and where the uneasiness comes from.So I could only shake my head helplessly, and said to Azhi, "Maybe I'm just a little tired."

"Then go find a place to rest first?" Azhi actually didn't believe that I was just tired, but he couldn't see anything for a while, so he could only say this.

I nodded and began to think about where I should live.After all, I spent almost all the money I had on the way from Tsushima's house to Fuyuki City.

In fact, I could have followed my memory to find Mei’s parents for help, but I didn’t know how to deal with the two of them, and I didn’t know how to tell them that Mei was dead, and I, an outsider, occupied her body .

I sighed with a headache, but before I could think of a good way, someone suddenly patted me.

I looked behind me in a daze, and saw a 40-year-old woman who looked like a housewife with a vegetable basket in her hand, looked at me in surprise, and said, "Oh! Isn't this Mei? You actually Are you back? I haven’t heard from you for many years, and everyone thought you were dead!”

After I was reborn in Mei's body, I had a small part of her memory, and it happened that the memory of the woman in front of me was also among them-she was Mrs. Shibazaki, the neighbor of Mei's family.

Mei doesn't like her, and thinks she's a bitch like her own mother.In the past, when Mei saw her, she always put on a cold look, and often responded with "oh", "um", and "that's it" when facing the other party's homely words.

Mrs. Shibazaki also often tells others that Mei is really an unpleasant, gloomy and weird child.

But no matter what, Mrs. Shibazaki was very surprised to meet a child she hadn't seen for several years on the way back from shopping for vegetables. Anyway, Mei was also watched by her.

The only thing she cared about was the child with me—Mrs. Shibazaki looked at Aji without leaving a trace, and saw that Aji was extremely thin and wrapped in bandages. He looked about five or six years old, counting Mei When running away from home, the time can almost match.

This astonishing incident made Mrs. Shibazaki sigh in her heart, and she couldn't help but put on a strange look on her face.

If this incident is true, it is really a big scandal.Although the society is chaotic now, it is not uncommon for girls to marry early, but it has to be upright. It is really shameful for a girl like Mei to run away from home a few years ago and bring a child when she comes back. .

Mei has been rebellious since she was a child, and Mrs. Shibazaki is not surprised to do such a thing now.As for the fact that Aji and Mei don't look alike at all, she also ignored it. After all, it's not like there are children who don't look like their mother at all, and only look like their father.

However, Mei came back with the child alone. In the chaotic world now, no man would let his wife bring the child back to her natal home alone. It seems that Mei has probably been abandoned by her husband.

Mrs. Shibasaki shook her head, thinking that even though she didn't like Mei herself, she has been neighbors for many years, so she should help me go home first because of this kind of affection.

Thinking of this, she looked at me and said, "Mizuki has been worried about you for the past few years, so go home as soon as possible. Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'll go back with you." Mizuki is Mei's mother's name.

I was pushed away by Mrs. Shibazaki before I had time to say anything. I didn't know how to explain to her, and I thought that sooner or later I would have to face Mei's parents.Therefore, after all kinds of hesitation, I finally took Aji and him to Mei's house with a nervous mood.

"Speaking of which, what's the child's name?" Mrs. Shibazaki asked curiously as they walked together on the road.

I said, "It's Aji, Dazai Osamu."

"That means the child's father's surname is Dazai?" Mrs. Shibasaki asked.

I froze for a moment and responded vaguely.I can't tell her directly that the child's father's surname is Jin Dao, and the mother who gave birth to him is not me.

How should I explain it?

Mrs. Shibazaki ignored my stiffness, thinking that I was abandoned by my husband, and because I mentioned my husband, I remembered sad things.

"Speaking of which, you were just a little girl when you ran away from home. I didn't expect to have children after you came back." Mrs. Shibazaki sighed a few times.

I smiled awkwardly at her a few times.

"It's also changed a lot." Mrs. Shibazaki looked at me for a while and said with a smile: "You used to look at me like a stranger, but now you know how to laugh with me. It seems that you have really grown up. After you go back, don't make your parents angry anymore, they have really exhausted all their connections in the past few years to find you. As a family, there is nothing unclear. "

I answered vaguely a few times, without telling her that it was impossible for Mei to clarify with them.

We didn't walk for a long time, and soon I saw a small house not far away that belonged to Mei's family.

"Mizuki! Who do you think is coming?" Mrs. Shibazaki shouted into the room.

Hearing Mrs. Shibazaki's familiar voice outside, Mizuki came out of the house, showing a face full of vicissitudes and exhaustion, and she asked, "Who is it?"

But before she could continue to say anything, when Mizuki saw me, she trembled all over.

I opened my mouth, Mei's mother immediately ran towards me, hugged me tightly, and shouted in a choked voice: "Mei!"

Her voice was trembling, because she was so excited, her mouth was trembling non-stop, and the teeth rubbed against each other to make a small sound.

"You're finally back, you're back!"

The excited Mizuki kept wiping away her tears, she hugged me so hard that I couldn't breathe, as if she was hugging the most important thing in the world.But as soon as she slowed down, Azhi's small figure was reflected in her eyes.

The smile on Mizuki's face became stiff, she looked at Mrs. Shibazaki helplessly, then glanced at me again, then opened her mouth and said in a voice that sounded frightened: "Anyway... let's start Go home, can we talk about the rest at home?"

"Ah, by the way, what I ate today is your favorite fried chicken." Saying this, Mizuki tugged at my sleeve and said as if she wanted to drag me home: "Let's go, let's go , you will definitely like it."

She even forgot about Mrs. Shibasaki who was next to me.

Because Mizuki only cared about me, forgot about Aji and accidentally bumped him, even though I knew that I should treat Mei's mother well, I couldn't help but feel a little angry in my heart, I used a suppressed voice Shouted: "You got Azhi!"

Maybe it's because I didn't call Mizuki "Mom" from the very beginning, the first time I opened my mouth, I suppressed my anger, Mizuki murmured blankly: "Sorry.", took a step back, revealing that she looked very lonely. expression.

"Ah..." I subconsciously stretched out my hand to Mizuki, but felt that it was inappropriate for someone like me who occupied the original owner's body to do such an overly intimate gesture, so I could only withdraw my hand in the end.

But I always feel sad, is it because of Mei's body?

At this moment, perhaps because he heard the noise outside, Mr. Takahashi, who was sitting in the room eating—meaning Mei's father and Mizuki's husband, came out.

The sound insulation of the house is very good. When he sat inside, he couldn't hear what was said outside, but he could only vaguely hear his wife Mizuki's excited voice, which made Mr. Takahashi come out out of concern for his wife.

He originally thought that Mizuki had quarreled with someone—even if Mr. Takahashi knew that with Mizuki's character, the possibility was very small, but when he saw the figure he had seen countless times in his dreams, Gao Qiao Mr. Qiao still opened his eyes wide in shock.

Do you want to say that you have never regretted half a point in the past few years?That must be a lie. Mr. Takahashi also wondered when he woke up in the middle of the night, did he really have a problem with his education, did he really do something wrong?

He also asked people to look for his daughter Mei many times, and he himself went to other cities to post missing person notices everywhere, asking everywhere, "Have you seen my daughter Mei?" But Takahashi's family is not very rich, and now It was a chaotic period again, and several years had passed, but he still couldn't even find a trace of his daughter.

Now seeing his daughter's figure unexpectedly, Mr. Takahashi was stunned.

In the eyes of Mr. Takahashi, Meizuki, who has wine-red hair like Mizuki, looks more mature and beautiful than in memory. The gentleness that settled down changed so much that he thought it was another person pretending to be Mei.

But no matter how emotionally he felt in his heart, Mr. Takahashi still felt a strong anger and shame welling up in his heart when he saw the figure holding Mei's hand.

The child looks to be about five or six years old, maybe even younger, and the age is about the year Mei ran away from home when she was pregnant. Maybe it was because she was pregnant and didn't want to be known by their parents that they deliberately had sex with him that day. Arguing, slamming the door and running away from home!

I don't know how many people have seen it on the way home, and the broken-mouthed Mrs. Shibazaki is also nearby, so I can predict how many people will discuss this matter tomorrow without thinking.

Thinking of this, Mr. Takahashi walked up to me aggressively, slapped me viciously, and cursed: "Do you still know how to come back?! And you brought the child back so brazenly, you are embarrassing to the family." daughter!"

Although it was just a slap, it was so hard that my brain went blank, my ears were buzzing, and my mouth had an unpleasant smell of rust.

I stretched out my hand to hold Azhi on the side, and looked at Mr. Takahashi without any emotion. This seemed to make the angry Mr. Takahashi even more angry. He pointed at me and roared without hesitation: "You It would be better to die outside!"

...Ah, Mei, she did die outside and never came back.

I lowered my eyes and thought: Obviously they are relatives connected by blood, and they obviously love each other, but they couldn't reach an understanding until one of them died in the end.

Alas, Mei is not easy, in various senses.

"What are you doing?!" Mizuki grabbed Mr. Takahashi's hand a little excitedly, and shouted, "Mei just came home after a long time, do you want to drive her away again?!"

The mad Mr. Takahashi didn't listen to Mizuki's words at all, he shouted angrily: "It's better not to come back! Just pretend I never had this daughter!"

Seeing how excited they were, I sighed, feeling a little helpless in my heart, thinking that it would be better not to tell Takahashi and his wife about Mei's death, otherwise if they have a big emotional ups and downs What if, then I really have no face to continue using Mei's body.

So I bowed to them and said: "It seems that now is not a good time to talk, I'd better go first."

After saying this, I didn't know how to explain to them, so I just sighed and took Azhi and turned away.

Before I left, Mizuki stretched out her hand to my back emotionally and shouted: "Mei!"

Bud coat.

Bud coat.

Bud coat.

Immediately came to my mind the figure of Meiyue calling Meiyue countless times in my memory. When she was just born, when she was still sleeping in the crib, when she learned to crawl on the ground, when she learned to When walking, when she was in elementary school, when she was in middle school...

As a mother, Mizuki has called Meiyue countless times, but unfortunately, this time Meiyue can no longer respond to her.

Thinking of this, I turned my head away, gave her a sad smile, and said, "Sorry, Mei can't come back anymore."

"Huh?" Seeing Miyue's stunned look, I left Takahashi's house with Aji without saying anything.

It wasn't until we were far away that Aji stretched out his hand and tugged at my sleeve, and shouted, "Xingzi."

"Huh? What's the matter?" I looked at him and asked softly.

Azhi stretched out his hand and continued to grab me a few times, motioning for me to squat down.And I subconsciously squatted down following his movements, looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Azhi looked at me solemnly, stretched out his soft hand to touch my swollen cheek, which made me let out a cry of pain.

"Does it hurt?" Aji asked, frowning.

Looking at his gloomy eyes, I shook my head and said helplessly, "It doesn't hurt."

Azhi said dissatisfiedly: "Liar."

I laughed a few times, and the wound on my face was pulled because of these laughs. I took a breath, covered my face after a few groans, and said, "I was discovered. Okay, I admit that there is still a little pain. Just a little, you don't have to worry."

Azhi looked at me and fell silent. Being stared at by his pure and worried eyes, I suddenly felt that my eyes were hot and I wanted to cry a little.

Obviously when I was beaten just now, I was just stunned, and I didn't have any other emotions in my heart, but under Azhi's eyes, I couldn't help getting emotional.

If you want to talk about grievances, there must be some, but I can't say that I am wronged too much for occupying Mei's body, and I have no right to be wronged.

Maybe it's just because I found myself being treated gently that I couldn't help but want to act like a baby.

Seeing my distressed appearance, Azhi said helplessly, "May I go buy some medicine for you?" He pointed to a pharmacy in front of him.

"No need." I quickly refused, the current medicine is so expensive, we don't have much money, I said: "This small injury will disappear in a few minutes, it's not a problem."

"Instead of buying medicine, you might as well go and buy some food." I pointed to the convenience store beside me, and handed him the cash in the package: "Here, go buy whatever you want to eat."

Although he didn't agree with what I said, Aji didn't twist me after all, and went to the convenience store to buy things.

At any rate, Azhi is eight years old, and he has extraordinary intelligence and calmness. In addition, the convenience store is right in front of him.

Rather, I actually noticed some problems in Azhi's nature when I first met him, but I haven't figured out how to deal with it correctly.

I sat on the bench under the tree and fell into deep thought. When I recovered, I suddenly found another little girl sitting on the chair next to me.

She looked thinner than Aji, wearing a dark dress, purple hair hanging down, tied with a pink bow on the side.

If it was just an ordinary child, I would not have cared so much. After all, I am not a person who loves children when I see them. It is better to say that under normal circumstances, I actually dislike children.

But I care about this kid no matter what.

After getting along with Azhi, I can easily see the appearance of a child who is covered in injuries and struggling on the edge of the abyss.

Thinking of this, although reason told me not to meddle in my own business, emotionally I couldn't help standing up, looking at the little girl and asking, "That...what's your name?"

The girl didn't answer me, she just stared blankly at the ground, and following her line of sight, I saw her staring at the ants on the ground.

Crowds of ants were moving limbs and dismembering the dead crickets on the ground, as if they were going to move them to their nests.

Maybe adults will only cast a look of contempt or disgust when they see this scene, but the world of children and adults is always different, with cruelty and innocence. Very cruelly take a wooden stick to poke the ants to death.

Other children have done similar things more or less, or buried them with water or raised sand.

And the purple-haired little girl just looked at them quietly, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her, only the ants on the ground made her unable to look away.

"Do you like ants?" I asked aloud.

The girl still ignored me, she was silent, her breathing was almost shallow, she sat quietly on the chair and looked at the ants as if she was dead.

I tentatively sat beside her, and when I saw that she still didn't respond, I asked in a low voice, "Xing?"

She still didn't respond.

So I continued to guess: "Rie? Maki? Nana? Risa?"

After saying a dozen names of the little girl without any response, I thought for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered something like a flash of inspiration, so I shouted——

"Sakura?"

The girl named Sakura raised her head and looked at me blankly.