Wenhao refuses to be touched

Ever since Ranbu came, there was no shortage of ingredients in the refrigerator, so he simply ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles, and Dazai ate so deliciously with the big bowl that his face was buried in the bowl.

He must have been hungry for a long time, I only dared to make a bowl, and the soup was drunk without a drop, holding the empty bowl with both hands, looking at me innocently.

I wiped his mouth with a smile: "You have been hungry for too long and you can't eat too much. I will make you another meal in three hours." After thinking about it, "It is 8 o'clock in the evening, and I just have a meal at 11 o'clock." For supper, do you want Ranbu sauce?"

Luanbu naturally raised his hands in agreement, no matter how much he eats at this age, I am also used to making supper for him who tends to wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

"Then now, Zazai, let's go to sleep first." I took Dazai to wash his mouth without any doubt, and stuffed him into the bed, and Dazai's eyelids started to fight as soon as he got down.

"Don't worry, my sister is here and won't leave."

After getting my reassurance, he seemed to be relieved, grabbed my fingers and closed his eyes, and made a small nasal snoring sound after a while.

I lovingly stroked his long-dried hair, and smiled apologetically at Ranbu who was standing with his arms folded. If one hand hadn't been grabbed by Dazai, I would have put my hands together and begged for mercy.

"Ahh..." Luanbu rolled his eyes and muttered softly, "Anyway, I can't influence my sister's decision."

"No, Ranpo-chan is a very important member of the family, my sister is not a determined parent."

"Even if I refuse, my sister won't kick him out. It's no different from arbitrariness." Luanbu walked to the kitchen, humming, and took out a bottle of bozi soda under my gaze, and deliberately slowed down to open it. Gululu gulped and looked at me provocatively.

What can I do?

Because I stipulated that I can only drink two bottles of soda a day, Luanbu has always been unconvinced by this, and now I am drinking the third bottle today, but I have no reason to stop him.

Hmm... Ranpo-chan's expression when she is sulking is so cute~

"Sister, you are too easy to be led by the nose." Ranbu deliberately lowered his voice, and glanced at Dazai in the bed with disgust.

"This kid is not a good person."

"I know." I nodded, no matter how naive I was, I wouldn't really think that Dazai was an innocent and simple ordinary child.

"I know that Dazai has done a lot of bad things. When I saw him for the first time, I knew that he was a person who could not extricate himself from the mud, but Ranpo-chan..." I watched Dazai huddled like a kitten Sleeping in the same sleeping position, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was having some bad dream.

After realizing that stroking his head and face would make his sleeping face more stable, I mechanically maintained this movement and said to Ranbu without raising my head: "Some people are born without many opportunities to choose. Regardless of external factors or internal factors, there are various opportunities to lead them to degenerate, but very few opportunities to gain goodwill. Hope becomes extravagant hope, and extravagant hope becomes despair..."

I raised my head and said to Luanbu seriously: "This child is asking me for help. Since he has bravely reached out his hand, how can I live up to his trust. Even if it is a little bit, since he chose to step into the light, I will I will do my best to protect his light."

After saying these words, the tips of my ears were burning, thinking that such handsome and gentle words would definitely impress Ranbu, but I only saw that Ranbu was watching the evening news on TV intently, it didn’t do anything to me. Bet the slightest eye.

As if disturbed by the fiery gaze, he frowned and glanced back at me, then turned back again.It seems to be saying 'what are you doing, don't bother me watching the news'.

I can't help but lower my head and cover my face with one hand.

Well, what a shame.

After watching the evening news for half an hour, Luanbu yawned contentedly and spread the futon on the tatami mat. His movements were a bit clumsy, and he lay down in a place where he could sleep. He didn't forget to remind me to wake him up to eat Night snack.

The room fell into silence, and the two younger brothers were immersed in their dreams, but the frequencies of the subtle sounds of snoring overlapped.The quiet room made me restless, so I picked up the Hengchun Weekly on the bedside table, which published my second manuscript, and read it again.

In addition to the novels and reader testimonials I posted, I also read the content of other local boards.The Hengchun Weekly will publish some influential news in the society, and naturally it will not let go of some recent harassment content in Yokohama.

For example, [-]% of the recent incidents of armed fighting came from the port mafia.This statistic is already shocking. After all, Yokohama is a place where the mafia gathers. Because of the local economic downturn, many young people cannot find normal jobs and will join the mafia for their livelihood.

Life is a very sharp and tormenting thing.

Every time I see how many lost lives and wounded souls are represented under these statistics, I am glad that I still have normal channels to obtain enough money to keep my family fed and clothed.

If not, I will make up my mind to move to other peaceful cities to live in, even if I am reluctant to part with the city where my adoptive parents were born.Even though I have to start from scratch to live in other cities, I have no roots in this city either.

If you have to be shackled by reality everywhere, going to a city without gunpowder and blood is much better than here.

No matter how beautiful Yokohama is as a port city, it is impossible for me to miss it more than my abandoned home country.

After thinking about it, I received a text message from Mr. Takeuchi.I took out a brand new red mobile phone from my pocket. It was a gift from Mr. Takeuchi on behalf of the company for the benefit of the newspaper.

Above is Mr. Takeuchi's email message.

Editor-in-Chief of Hengchun: Teacher Feiyin, Yours sincerely.The newspaper office has accumulated a large box of letters from readers. How would you like to deal with them?

Editor-in-Chief of Hengchun: Generally speaking, most writers will choose to let the newspaper office select a batch of letters with actual content for the writer to handle, and the newspaper office will reply to the readers in a unified way.

I thought about it and typed a reply email.

Me: Excuse me, Mr. Takeuchi.Let the newspapers reply in a unified way.

Soon Takeuchi-san replied to me.

Editor-in-Chief of Hengchun: Hey, you mean all the letters?

Me: Yes, I may not be in the mood to confuse readers.

Editor-in-Chief of Hengchun: ... I understand, please rest assured that I will handle these matters for you, so that readers will not affect you.

I appreciate.

After replying, I looked at the content I sent and felt something was wrong.Was my answer too blunt?Will Mr. Takeuchi mind it?

However, I have always struggled with how to reply to others in a gentle tone, or by email.

My fingers paused for a few minutes on the page of editing emails, but I couldn't hold back my words. I sighed and turned off the screen and put it back in my pocket.

Ah, my situation should be encountered by many people. In reality, eloquent people will also be silent on the Internet, and I belong to this type.

Letters from readers will inevitably mention my novels again and again. Since it is so easy for everyone to understand the main points of the novel, I will answer for readers again and again and rack my brains to deal with them. All kinds of problems, just thinking about it is very difficult.

It's not something I'm good at. I'm the type who always comes last in quiz games, so I don't do things that make things difficult for me.

Instead of thinking about this, it is better to think about what to write in the novel next.After all, I am now responsible for the support of two children.

The sound of the clock ticking, the sound of the heart beating steadily, the sound of birds outside the window...

Whoa!

I covered my face again, flustered.What to do, my mind is empty, I don't know what to write in my next novel.

"Is this the legendary...lack of inspiration?"

With no inspiration at all, I'm more likely to calculate how much money I can spare this month and put it into my house savings than the next novel.After having Dazai, the plan to re-rent a bigger house can only be shelved.

At 11 o'clock, I cooked rice cake red bean soup and woke up the two children. After eating dessert and brushing their teeth, I watched them sleep on the bed with Dazai in their arms. Ranbu seemed to be angry with me, lying alone In the tatami quilt, I didn't make any noise to sleep with me as I imagined.

Although my small single bed is absolutely unable to sleep two children and one adult.

I was restless and couldn't sleep all night.In the early morning of the next day, I could only open the door that was knocked haggardly with two dark circles under my eyes.

A young man with wine-red hair and an expressionless face stood at the door with two folded newspapers between his arms. A cold gun was pointed at my temple.

"Teacher Feiyin?"

I was frightened into a cold sweat. This was the first time I was pointed at by a gun. At this distance, as long as the opponent shoots, I will absolutely be unable to dodge. My brains will be shot out in an instant, and I will die with regret.

"I, I am. That little, little brother... please don't be impulsive."

Do you want money?Will the other party spare my life if I take out all my savings?

No, my savings are not so much as to be tempting.

Thinking wildly, and his head was crowded with various thoughts, without giving time for rational thinking and countermeasures, the young man in front of him spoke.

His gun was still on my forehead, his eyes were as calm as a passerby, and he said: "I am Oda Sakunosuke, a professional killer."

Speaking the most surprising and fearful words in the most flat tone, the young killer said: "I have sent you seven letters, but there has been no reply. I have found your address through some means. Please reply me now." ?"

The author has something to say: Oda Sakunosuke, 15 years old, a future die-hard fan of Teacher Feiyin, when he met his beloved teacher for the first time, he pointed a gun at the head of the teacher to threaten him.

Oda Sakunosuke: I read Teacher Feiyin’s novel when the weekly newspaper first published it, and I was quite impressed. After I sent the first letter, I was looking forward to the letter, and I was afraid that one letter would not be enough to express my respect and love for the teacher. wrote.However, all went nowhere.It's sad, it's hard, it's unbearable...

later

Oda Sakunosuke: What kind of monsters are in that room!