Social animals don't deserve love

The young man named Yato was led into a blind corner of logic by me and rolled to count mushrooms behind the floor lamp, and Miss Yiqi who I was looking at forced a smile: "Actually... Yato is indeed from a god, but the selling point is rather biased, except He can do what a god should do!"

"..."

This time it was my turn to be speechless.

There was silence in the ward, but it became lively outside.Downstairs in the ward is the side entrance near the road, and the voices of people are getting louder and louder, it sounds like reporters are crowded for interviews.

"It's okay, brother and father can handle it well." Miss Yiqi's expression was a little sad.

The young man in the bathrobe stopped counting mushrooms and jumped out from the corner to comfort her.

Hmm... Regardless of whether the two of them are both patients or have not recovered from secondary school, at least they seem to be in a good relationship.Old aunts like me like to see children love each other with a happy ending.

"By the way, Yada Fubuki, right?" Yato raised his head and asked in the midst of his "busy schedule". I absentmindedly said "Yes", and the young man looked out the window: "Gods exist, you have to watch them."

As he spoke, he let go of Miss Yiqi and directly penetrated the thickened glass, suspended in mid-air and shouted: "Snow device!"

A spot of light galloped from not far away and turned into two knives. The blades pierced the air. At that moment, I heard a distorted howl full of anger.

Suddenly appeared a huge monster with weird shapes, colorful eyes, and after being cut off, it gradually melted in the sunlight. Yato jumped back and let go, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground at the same time, turning into a yellow-haired man of about thirteen or four year old boy.

"The impact of time changes is gradually fading, and the hospital will soon be able to return to normal."

I understand the second half of what he said, but the first half is...

The little boy murmured and complained to Yato, then nodded to me: "Yue Yin, that guy's artifact. Hello."

"Uh...Okay." I heard the refreshing voice after the shattered Sanguan: "Yada Fubuki, hello."

It turns out that there are really gods in the world, it seems that my return to two years ago may not necessarily be quantum travel...

"What was that one just now? It also made strange noises." I couldn't forget that ugly and gorgeous monster. I knew subconsciously that I shouldn't look at it, but I couldn't control my sight.

"Monsters, fallen human souls." Yato lowered his eyes, and the shadows gave him an astringent aura, which was soon broken: "It's just like the instant noodles from the previous night! The instant noodles from the previous night! It smells good, but You definitely don't want to stuff it in your mouth."

I:"……"

"Well... it's normal for these monsters with lingering grievances to appear in the hospital, but they usually don't grow so big. Of course, other gods did it on purpose, but you obviously haven't been affected in any way, so I decided to abduct you back to have a look. "

He regained his serious expression, lowered his eyes and became serious: "Why? The provocation and curse of the gods did not make you feel resentful. Please tell me how to do it."

"..."

"Resentment? Why can't you be resentful?"

After a long time, the long-haired woman sitting on the hospital bed withdrew her gaze from the window and replied in a daze.She tilted her head like a student who encountered a problem in class, her eyes were full of confusion: "Why not? Hatred, jealousy, greed, anger... These are normal human emotions. If you don't hate it, you don't have it." Love, there is no peace without anger. Even as a god, after a long time, wouldn't there be a few days when the mood is particularly low..."

The appearance is beautiful but the eyes are indifferent, Yato actually had an absurd illusion - at this moment she is more like the son of God sitting in the sky than herself, and all the things in the world are like floating clouds, and they don't enter the heart at all.

She lowered her head, clasped her hands tightly and trembled slightly, her voice gradually lowered: "A world where even resentment is not allowed is really terrible."

The young man was dumbfounded, and he couldn't imagine getting such an answer anyway.

Those eyes full of humiliation and reluctance in the closed ward rolled around a few times, closed their eyelids, and disappeared without a trace.

"that's it?"

The God of Misfortune for 800 years is probably in vain.

Of course Yato knows that human beings have many facets, and at the same time he knows better how good the God who manipulates the chaos behind the scenes is so good at provoking people's hearts.The infinitely magnified evil thoughts are disasters, and they need to be cured and eliminated. That person is using this to arouse the evil hidden in every ordinary person's heart to achieve his goal.

No one has ever asked "Why can't you be resentful", and no one or God answered with a cold nod—"Oh, if you are resentful, then go resentful."

"The world is unfair." The pale woman hugged the quilt tightly and sighed, as if she was talking to herself, more like answering: "Some people are born with everything, a sound body, a harmonious family, sufficient resources, beautiful It looks like she is loved by the whole world... But some people come into the world empty-handed, no matter how hard they try, what they really want will disappear as soon as they get it. No one listens to their appeals, no one pays attention to their pain , no one cares about their struggles, they can only struggle alone in the quagmire and drift away alone. Tell me, such a world doesn't allow resentment?"

"Why can't we say no to a world where even death can be modified?"

Her calm tone runs counter to the content of the description, she is pale and simple, with a little carelessness, but strangely makes people feel peaceful again.The grief and indignation that made people linger in their throats was suddenly relieved, and the traveler put down the boulder that was bound on his back, and smiled tiredly with sad and relaxed eyelids.

In this way, whether we reconcile with each other or fight to the end, what's wrong?

We are all grown-ups, and we have long understood that results cannot be achieved without hard work, rewards cannot be achieved without dedication, and victory cannot be achieved without struggle.Your so-called hard work may be just a painless moan in the eyes of others.Those plots that are so perfect that people are full of sweetness and lightness only exist on the manuscript paper under the pen of a writer, only on the TV screen that is turned on after dinner, and only exist in the poet's magnificent and romantic imagination—please temporarily ignore some blades Manufacturer, thank you.

"But, but, the time-changing monsters will parasitize and infect those originally normal souls, dragging them into the living hell..."

He thought of his original intention of killing monsters, and hurriedly said it out—wanted to refute her, and wanted her to admit that the indifference to the bone was wrong.The woman sitting on the hospital bed didn't even lift her eyelids, and her voice was steady: "In the world before the gods appeared, wouldn't all human beings die out? In a world without gods, human beings will definitely become extinct."

"What is the world, what is the god, and what are you? Suppose you define yourself as the god at the center of the world, then can it be deduced that you are the source. Since you are the source, why bother. Anyway, no matter what you do, there will be a part Can't save..."

"Gods, shouldn't they be omniscient and omnipotent. If they are not omniscient and omnipotent, what is the difference from human beings?"

She finally raised her head and smiled with an innocent and helpless expression, as if looking at a stubborn child: "Is it difficult to admit failure, admit imperfection, and admit the evil deep in your heart that will never disappear?"

"Ah..." Yetou opened his eyes wide: "So that's the case, it turned out to be the case."

Make peace with yourself.It is not bowing down and surrendering to reality, but returning after understanding the pain.

No longer panicking and angrily yelling "Why me" and "Why did I suffer all this" to strangers, but like an old grandmother sitting by the fireplace with her shawl folded and slowly sipping hot water, Whenever asked about the thrilling journey when he was a brave man, he would lean back and smile, and then simply answer-"Oh, hahahahahaha."

Everyone walks on the path of subjective choice, and asks another lonely person who is embarrassing whom on the road of confusion.

The temperature in the ward gradually rose, ignoring the unscientific fantasy scenes just now, I hugged the quilt tightly and tried to fool the second-year patient.

I can't jump up and slap him twice to wake him up, the most important thing is that I probably won't be able to slap him...

I have a whole study of wisdom crystallizations on philosophical debates about life and death, good and evil, right and wrong, etc., and Mr. Sakaguchi's books that can kill people are finally not in vain.There is another one that is not exciting, and countless questions that seem to be paradoxical are constantly thrown, either returning to normal or completely crazy, keeping and curing the second disease.

Miss Yiqi's boyfriend obviously made up a lot of things in his brain. After a while, he put his hands into the sleeves of his bathrobe, stepped on his slippers, turned and walked towards the door of the ward carelessly: "Thank you. Take a good rest, Miss Yada. Hiyori, Yukine, let's go." gone."

"If you need it, just call me, the takeaway god Yato, five yen will solve all your difficulties." He left the number, tapped and shook to urge others, and soon the space returned to silence, It seemed that someone was sneering outside the window and fled away.

The next morning, I was discharged from the hospital and I was driven home by a general. Socrates was sitting on the branch of the cherry tree condescendingly and snorted at the young man, while I waved to him weakly: "I'm sorry, Let you stay at home alone for a few days. But for the hospital, for you, try not to go if you can."

The cat got this explanation, licked its paws, jumped off the branch, and circled around my shoes.I think he probably forgave it, with his tail raised high and wagging comfortably, he walked to the entrance door and scratched with his long claws that were quite humane.

"Okay, this is the door."

—The drawing-room was in disarray as far as the eye could see, that was almost certain.My cats will always love me as long as a hole isn't knocked out in the wall.

Ordinary pet stores are only responsible for coming to Socrates to shovel shit, add water and food, and do not cover the cleaning business.As for D who opened a shop in Chinatown... the desire to survive tells me that it is best not to touch this person unless it is absolutely necessary.

Thank you General Yiqi, the half-destroyed living room is not suitable for entertaining guests, so I can only politely say that I will make an appointment in the future.The young man nodded very considerately and left. Before leaving, he specifically expressed his condolences for the consumables that had been spilled on the floor: "Pick it up, maybe it can still be used."

"Yes, yes, there is still salvation if you don't get wet." I bent down and picked up a few pillows, "Thank you, goodbye."

The door was closed from the outside, and the sound of the wheels rolling on the ground gradually disappeared.

Socrates jumped up to the Babel in a few steps, sat on the top and stared down at the excrement shovel, urging me to clean up and do housework.

It's useless to get angry with a cat like an animal. You can only blame yourself for not making more preparations.Don’t complain about drinking Jio water when the water cup is not covered, and don’t sigh when the paint is scattered all over the floor if the drawer is not locked.In short, what happens to a child at home is probably not far from raising a cat.

On the first morning after returning home from the hospital, I was completely consumed with housekeeping.

Counting the days, the summons is about to expire, and I don't know when the court will be held.While he was busy, he was distracted, lying on the sofa with young master Socrates in his arms, and fell asleep listening to his snoring.The sun was shining through the window just right, and even made me sweat a little.

In the next few days, I didn’t step out of the house. The working girl in the convenience store would bring me a few bread and rice balls and hang them on the door handle when I passed by after work. , there is no need to be difficult to choose.

No, it's not that I'm sitting at home doing nothing, on the complete opposite, I'm very busy.There are still some illustrations in the mailbox that have not been completed before. Seeing that the deadline is approaching, it is always necessary to make progress.