Wenhao refuses to be touched

life and death...

I looked at the three Chinese characters I wrote down, my whole body was numb, my body was stiff, and the finger holding the pen was trembling, but the tip of the pen did not sway a little ink.

Ah, what an arrogant and arrogant person this is.

In just one day, I was going to challenge the unknown literary field. As the title of the first book, I wrote Chinese characters that would make people laugh and scold me for not being able to control myself.

I, an ordinary layman, even wrote the most easily scored argumentative essays when I was in school, and I dare not write prose narrative essays. A person who doesn't pay much attention to literature, unexpectedly wants to Use my immature pen to write about the life and death of human beings.

"Haha~" I couldn't help laughing out loud.

I can almost imagine that if I finish writing this book and shamelessly recommend it to Mr. Takeuchi, the other party will show a disappointed and angry expression.

Maybe even the job of translation will be lost because of this.

However... I put the nib of the pen on the first blank line, and the pen was writing Chinese characters one by one. My brain was spurning me, but my heart was as calm as a lake in the middle of the night, without any waves.

"Have you ever thought about the value of life.

Put life alone on the scale, how much weight will it have?

Ah, but when you put life on one side, what do you put on the other?

In this world, are there any things that are qualified to be placed on the same level as life?

Does it exist?

Does not exist?

Just pretend it doesn't exist.

Take life apart.

After separation, the problem no longer exists——

The left hand lives, the right hand dies.

You are called. 』

"what?"

After I finished writing this preface, a voice interrupted my train of thought.With some nerve-wracking, I pushed away the black head that was pushing in front of me and blocking the notebook.

"No way, Ranpo-chan said she wouldn't disturb my sister. As a result, there was no sound on the TV, but Ranpo-chan was the cause of disturbance."

Ranbu ignored me, he touched his chin, stared at my preface with his eyes open, and didn't speak for a while.

"Random?"

"Hey, ah."

When he came back to his senses, I saw some heavy things that I couldn't understand under his half-opened eyes.I have never been very good at distinguishing other people's emotions through their facial expressions and eyes. I don't have this talent myself. I just feel that my heart is a little heavy.

Does Luanbu understand Chinese characters?Hey, Ranpo is so smart, knowing Chinese characters is no big deal, after all, Japanese is extended from Chinese characters.

I hugged him and put down my pen. "Is my sister ignoring you? Or are you hungry?"

"Why do you always turn the topic to hunger?" Ranbu jumped out of my arms a little unbearably, and expressed his protest with exaggerated body language, "Sister is such a weirdo!"

"Huh?" I wondered why he would say this, and saw that he was already lying on my bed and drew the curtains.

"Master Ranbu is going to sleep, call me after you have eaten."

"Ah, okay."

I nodded in a daze, thinking that it's not surprising that I would be sleepy when walking randomly. After all, I had been a wanderer for a while, and I woke up after nine o'clock today. It is good for children to sleep more.

After a smile, I picked up the pen again.Ah, I was interrupted by Luanbu's disturbance just now, um... After thinking about it, I wrote it down again.

"I knelt in front of the mourning hall, listening to the monk recite scriptures for no reason, buzzing, buzzing, the scriptures were like flies, circling around my ears, making me shake my head involuntarily, wanting to The annoying voice shook out of my mind.

"Jun, be serious."

I was caught by the corner of my clothes by my wife, who was wearing a black mourning dress, her fingers were painted with black nail polish, and her nails got stuck in my same black mourning dress, like five white lines connecting me with her.

I lowered my head and stared at my wife's fingers in a daze.

I heard the whispers of the people around me. Their voices became more and more mixed and louder, gradually overshadowing the singing.I don't understand why other people can not be serious, but I have to be serious.

Just lying in the coffin, wearing white clothes, showing a pale and swollen face, burning incense all over his body, and sleeping forever in the scriptures, is that my biological mother?

My mother died at one o'clock in the morning the day before yesterday, which happened to be my 28th birthday.

It was a night no different from usual. I ate a cake made by my mother and received a dress made by her as a gift. I listened to my mother talking about my childhood. In her mouth, I was 28 years old and I was 8 years old. I was the same as the [-]-year-old, and I will always be a child in her eyes.

"Jun is still the same as before, the cake is full of cream." My mother wiped the corner of my mouth and smiled kindly. I saw strong feelings in her eyes. I have understood that feeling since I was 28 years old. What is it - love.

She loved me so much, and after the death of her beloved husband, my father, I became the whole meaning of her life.

When I was eight years old, my father passed away in an ordinary and extraordinary car accident. At the funeral, I saw my father’s unrecognizable body after being stitched and patched. I listened to the monks chanting scriptures in front of his coffin. In the next song, my mother hangs her head and wipes her tears beside me. I smell the strong smell of incense in the mourning hall, but I can’t listen to the poems sung by the monks. My father’s terrifying face full of needles and threads is still echoing in my mind.

It is said that the head was directly run over by the tire, and the brain matter and brain tissue flowed all over the floor, so the father's skull was a little sunken.

I pulled my mother's black mourning dress, and my mother, who was immersed in sadness, turned her head to look at me. Her voice was sad, and there were tears in her eyes, which wet the handkerchief in her hand, but there was no sadness in her eyes, just plain No emotion whatsoever.

"Xiao Jun, be serious." At that time, my mother just glanced at me, then turned back and continued to sob softly.

I don’t know why, when I looked at my father’s body before, I didn’t feel sad in my heart, because that ugly lined face, and the one in my impression would put me on his shoulders and ride a big horse, would ride with me The father who plays the game is a completely different person.

However, when I looked at my mother who was crying with her head bowed at this time, I could see her father's shadow in those eyes that showed true emotions just now, in those plain watery eyes.

Immediately I couldn't cry myself.

I cried loudly in the mourning hall until I almost fainted, and I was hugged by my mother and wept together. It was the first time I felt so clearly that my father was dead.

The father who kissed my forehead, taught me homework, and played games with me is dead.

And I tie my father a tie every day, drink tea with my father in the courtyard on summer nights, and warn me to understand my father’s hard work and not to pester his working mother, she is alive and dead.

Back to the present, I am sitting in front of my mother's mourning hall, and I see my own face through my wife's black pupils.

I didn't cry, my eyes were flat and dull, like the sunshine on the frozen lake in winter, it was cold and there was no temperature at all.

In the eyes of my wife, if I am alive, I am also dead. 』

I was startled by the sudden ringing of my mobile phone, and in front of me was a notebook filled with densely packed Chinese characters. The square fonts were neatly arranged together, forming a blueprint in my eyes.

Looking out of the window, the sun has long disappeared, the moonlight is pouring in from the balcony, and the incandescent lamp on top of me is on. Because I am immersed in the text, I don’t even know when to turn on the light.

It must have been Luanbu who drove it for me.I turned my head to look at the small bedroom with the curtains half-drawn, and I was still lying on the bed with random steps, my face leaning against the wall, my body gently rising and falling, and I knew that I was sleeping soundly just by looking at it.

The phone rang one after another, I quickly picked up the phone and pressed the call button, and heard Ms. Hayata's voice from over there.

'Miss Natsume, why haven't you arrived yet, it's almost 11 o'clock. '

Ms. Hayata is my colleague at the convenience store. Today she is in charge of middle shift. She will not leave work until I hand over to her.Miss Hayata's complaints came from the other side. 'Please hurry up, I have to go out on a date later, if you are late, I will not help you round it in front of the store manager. '

I twitched the corners of my mouth, I was a little impatient with this colleague who was always late and took up my personal time, which made me often get off work late. "Really? Then next time Ms. Hayata is late, I will tell the truth to Mr. Manager. Speaking of which, only eleven days have passed this month, Ms. Hayata and I have been late six times."

The people over there were speechless immediately, so I accepted it as soon as I saw it, explaining that I would pass by soon, hang up the phone, and hurriedly got up to pack the things for going out, while tidying up, I yelled in a low voice: "Luanbu sauce~chaos~ step~ sauce~”

In a drowsy sleep, he rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What's wrong..." He yawned.

Then his eyes lit up, and he looked at the notebook on the low table. Because it was filled with handwriting, the volume of the notebook was a bit swollen. "Have you finished writing?"

"It's almost time to write tomorrow, Ranpo-chan, I have to go to work, there is red bean bread bought today in the kitchen cabinet, you can have milk for dinner... Forget it, let's go to the convenience store with me, the dressing room There is a small bed for resting, and Ranpo-chan can sleep there after eating bento in the shop."

Leaving him alone at home always feels uneasy.

I zipped up the backpack, and before Luanbu refused, I picked him up with one hand. Luanbu's small body didn't weigh much at all, and he let me pick him up with a dazed look on his face, and he was put on a thin coat Women's coat, he was still shouting 'wait, I haven't put on shoes...' before going out.

He struggled to jump down from my hand, first went to pick up the notebook on my low table, hugged it in his arms, then trotted to the entrance to put on the blue slippers that were too big for him, was picked up by me again, and we went out together.

After quickly locking the door, I carried my backpack and rushed down with random steps.

"Too bad, I'm going to be late."

I muttered, speeding up.Fortunately, it is midnight, and there are still twenty minutes before 11 o'clock. I took out the posture I trained in the previous track and field competitions and ran wildly in the night street with few people. I felt that there was only the wind around me, and the only thing that was stuck on my neck was Luanbu. The little hands conveyed the temperature.

When I arrived at the convenience store, it was 11 minutes before 5 o'clock.

At this time, there were no customers in the store. Ms. Hayata had already changed her clothes and stood at the door. When she saw me, she rolled her eyes, squeezed me and Ranbu away and left.An ordinary commercial vehicle was parked in front of the store, honking its horn from time to time, as if it had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

I saw that Ms. Hayata got into the car, hugged the man who couldn't see his face clearly in the driver's seat, and the car drove away.I just glanced away and looked away. I put Luanbu on the ground and went to the dressing room to change into the clerk uniform. The clerk uniform was put on the outside, so the door was ajar, and I could just see Luanbu through the gap. figure.

"Ranbujiang, get what you want to eat yourself, my sister will pay directly on the machine later."

"I know~"

he replied.I put my personal items in the locker and locked it. When I went out, I saw Luanbu in a coat sitting on a high chair by the window. In front of him was a bento with pork chops. I snatched it before he even took a bite. come over.

"Little fool, you have to heat it before you can eat it~"

I nodded his nose, paid the bento, took out the corresponding money from the wallet and put it in the cash register. The bento was heated in the microwave for a few minutes before placing it in front of Ranbu.

Patted his head and said: "Sister will turn on the TV for you, if you are sleepy, go to sleep."

Then, I'm about to get to work!

"Anyway, there are no guests, so my sister should sit down and eat." Luanbu said vaguely with his mouth full of food.

I shake my head. "Even if there are no customers, you have to stand in front of the counter. This is work."

Walking around with a half-understanding look, he slid down the chair and came to me, feeding me meat and rice with chopsticks from time to time. The two of us shared a bento. After eating, I threw the empty bento box into the garbage can.

Then, Pu Chi laughed out loud after reacting: "Haha, Ranbu-chan wears my coat, it doesn't match at all." Although it is brown, it is indeed a women's coat at a glance. It's a boy, and it looks a little funny.

Luanbu puffed his cheeks: "The reaction is too slow! You idiot sister!"

He took off his coat and draped it over his shoulders like a windbreaker. "Turn up the volume of the TV, I want to watch it." Sitting on the high chair, he said so, but his eyes were not on the color TV on the shelf behind me, but he took my notebook and opened it.

I turned up the volume as I said, just as a guest came in.I took a closer look and saw that it was a boy younger than Ranbu.

He has slightly curly black hair with long bangs covering his eyes. He is wearing an ill-fitting black long-sleeved sportswear. He didn't even look at me when he entered the door. He took a canned crab meat from the shelf and put it on me. on the counter in front of you.

As I picked up the can and passed the machine, I looked at him with what I thought was a hidden look.

"What's the matter?" He propped his toes hard, barely a head higher than the counter, and because of the range of movement, a pair of iris-colored eyes under his bangs were exposed.

The eyes were as cold and gloomy as rain, like the night. For a moment, I felt a chill on my back and slowly climbed up my neck. Stared at by those godless eyes, a drop of cold sweat slipped quietly from my back.

I opened my mouth, and the words I said could no longer be taken back. "There is a medicine box in the store, do you need me to bandage it for you?"

He was stunned, unable to react for a while.I put down the can of crabmeat and pointed to his forehead under his bangs. The blood soaked his front hair, which was hard to detect because it was dark, but I could smell blood coming from there.

"...Ah." The gloomy little boy stroked his forehead belatedly, he swept his hair away, and pointed to the wound where the blood had dried up, and the black scab was sticking to the edge of the wound.

This should be a gloomy picture. In a convenience store late at night, under the lights, a weird black-haired boy is staring straight at a large gash on his forehead that has not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. you.

but.

"Hey, you look good." I raised the corners of my lips. This thin little boy who looked only seven or eight years old had a face as beautiful as the bright moon, and his red lips and white teeth looked particularly attractive. eyeball.

This is a good-looking that is completely different from Ranpo-chan's cuteness.

Feeling that there was something wrong with my speech, I stroked my hair with a dry smile. "Well, I'm sorry, I don't have other meanings, so do you want me to bandage it for you? No money."

As I said that, I used a tool to open the canned crab meat, took out a clean plate from the drawer, poured the crab meat into it, and heated it in the microwave.While doing this, he said: "Occasionally, customers will ask for hot canned food, so I will prepare plates. Don't worry, the plates are cleaned very clean."

"Ah... oh..."

After a while, the little boy held the plastic fork I stuffed into his hand in one hand, and I held the plate taken out of the microwave, and the unique aroma of heated crab meat spread in the air.He looked a little dazed, let me pick him up and put him on the high chair next to Luanbu, put the plate in front of him, and didn't immediately put down the fork to eat, but just looked at me stupidly.

It may be that my movements are too natural, and the child doesn't know how to react, but those eyes are really beautiful, and the big round eyes are shining faintly under the reflection of the light on the top.

"You eat first, Ranpo-chan looks at him."

In fact, it is not allowed to eat crab meat when you are injured, but I have no way to stop it.

The first moment I saw his eyes, there seemed to be a voice hovering in my head.

Saying, keep me, save me.

It seemed that I could also hear childish crying, which was so clear that I forgot that I was a convenience store employee, and arranged for him on my own initiative.

"Sister won't let you go." I was looking for the medicine box in the locker room, and the clear and childish voice of chaotic steps came to my ears from the open door.

"Really, how could that idiot sit idly by?"

When I approached, I pinched Luanbu's face casually after hearing this sentence.He rubbed his head again, put the medicine box on the long table used by the guests, took out the disinfectant and cotton swabs, and said to this little boy who has been following my movements and shifting his eyes accordingly: "Okay, kid Are you full, let’s start taking medicine.”

I moved the crabmeat he had eaten a few mouthfuls to Ranbu's side. "Let Luanbu eat this one, and my sister will pay you a new one later."

Caesar, Luanbu is so smart, how can he not know what I'm thinking in my heart.

The expression on this kid's face when he entered the door just now is exactly the same as the expression on his face when I picked up Luanbu.

The author has something to say: Caught a 10-year-old Zai Zai (>^ω^

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I feel that writing Chinese is so difficult, it seems that I don’t have that talent

Well, to hide the shortcomings, let’s reduce the text and Chinese (touch chin)