As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

This time, Jinjian really started school.

I prepared him a bag of various things, five in total.The summer school uniform is a white sailor suit and black shorts, which complement the color of his hair. After putting it on, he looks fresh and energetic. His hair is braided. I also put a few spare strands in his bag hair rope.

"Ai, see you in the afternoon!" After he packed his bento, he waved his hand and said goodbye to me.

I was peaceful on the surface, but I still had a lot of worries about him going to school for the first time.It soon turned out that I was worrying too much. After two days of school, he told me that he had a great time and got along well with his classmates.

I got off work very early today, so I went to wait for him at the school gate, and then I bought something on the way back.He greeted his classmates with his schoolbag on his back, and ran towards me bouncing.

On the way back, I asked the question every parent asks: "Is the curriculum keeping up?"

"Well, but English is a bit difficult." His answer was as I expected, and he said, "By the way, Ai, I'm in the same class as Kinomoto."

"Have you made friends with Sakura?"

He tilted his head and replied innocently: "I don't know...probably?"

I stroked the limp hair on the top of his head.

I was carrying the bag containing the bento box. As I was walking, I found something in the box hitting the side wall of the box and making a sound. I glanced at him, and he immediately stood at attention.

Should it be—

"...the green peppers are all left." Opening his lunch box, a few green peppers were left as expected.Is not eating green peppers a common problem of a certain age group?

What about the thousand-year-old blade that was agreed, why don't you eat green peppers?

"But Ayi, I really don't like green peppers." He pinched his nose and stood away, "Can't I change it to something else?"

"Lima beans or tomatoes, take your pick."

"Can't fried chicken nuggets work?" He had a bitter face, but based on what I knew about him, he was probably acting like a baby at the moment.

"No." I replied very firmly, "Don't you already have other meats? Besides, eating too much fried food is not good for your health."

"Ayi, I'm a knife, hey...then I want green beans." He pouted and looked at me with complicated eyes for a moment, seeing that I still had no intention of changing his words, he finally gave in.

If he doesn't cooperate, I might really go to Google and search for "what to do if my child is a picky eater".

"Okay, Aomame must be eaten." I emphasized again.

We walked to the nearby commercial street, and he said that he wanted a new recorder. He had already prepared the rest of the purchases, so he had to go back to the stationery store.

On the way, he said to me triumphantly: "What's the recorder, I can also play the flute."

Dizi... Could it be because of Yoshitsune?However, looking at his cheerful, unhaze-free smile, I decided not to talk about this issue.

"Then how about buying you a flute next time?" I changed my rhetoric.

"The clarinet is enough." Jin Jian shook his head, showing that he was not very interested in the flute. "The music for the clarinet homework assigned by the teacher has to be practiced repeatedly."

He also pretends to be playing the air recorder, which is really endearing.

"But, does the clarinet have homework?"

This is the first time I know.

He became proud and said, "Yes, doesn't Ai know? I have already made an appointment with Kinomoto-san, and we want to practice together."

I nodded in a daze.

If I were to go back in time, I would never have thought that I would bring a child (on the surface) who was a primary school student when I was about 20 years old. It is difficult for me to define Jinjian as a specific member of the family, not a younger brother, let alone a child. It's a son, if it's a junior, it's too ridiculous, so it can only be called a family member or a partner in general.

It's not that living under one roof can be summed up by the word family.Fetters are thin and silky things like spider silk, which cannot be easily formed, nor can they be cut off at will.

After we entered the store, we asked the boss directly to save time: "Where is the clarinet?"

The boss glanced at the school uniform on Imai——

"It's a child from Youzhi Primary School." He said, and walked to the shelf next to him, and took off the packaged clarinet for me, "A customer came to buy a clarinet just now, and the person hasn't left yet. Pick other stationery."

Hearing this, Jin Jian looked at the shelves inside with his good eyesight, then pulled my sleeve and said, "It's Mr. Kobayashi."

It seems to be buying stationery for his daughter.

Jinjian continued: "Student Kobayashi hasn't come to class... I don't know what's going on with my health."

"Student Xiaolin and you should not be in the same class, right? How does Jinjian know that she hasn't come to class?"

His attention has shifted to the newly-produced stationery on the shelf, and he said casually: "The teacher asked us to take a video, and wish Xiaolin a speedy recovery. Every class in the fourth grade took pictures."

He reached out to reach the clay box on the top, but because of his height he couldn't reach it, so I had to take it down and give it to him.He held it in his hand, read the manual for a long time, and then assured me: "I will buy it with my own salary!"

"...just clay I can still afford."

I looked at him dumbfounded. In his heart, am I really poor?

The boss seemed to be planning to find the clarinet for me and Mr. Xiaolin at the same time. When he got the clarinet for each of us, Mr. Xiaolin had already bought other things that Mr. Xiaolin wanted to buy. He walked to the cashier and met me. Take the initiative to say hello to me.

"What a coincidence, Inai-sensei."

"Good afternoon." I nodded politely to him, meeting his kind smile today.

The man's hair on the side was pushed a little, and he looked very refreshed and clean. The fatigue on his body today was not as exaggerated as he had seen a few times before—as if he was entangled in pain.He's still carrying his briefcase, but I don't think it's time to get off work.At this moment, his gaze had already landed on Jin Jian.

Mr. Xiao Lin bent down and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, are you the kid from last time? Have you adapted to life here?"

"Yeah! School is fun!"

The implication in the words must be that only I know.

"Is Xiaokui in better health recently?" I asked.

"Still the same, nothing better," he said. "It's not getting better or worse."

"I really hope to get better soon and come back to school with everyone." I hurriedly sent my blessings.

The next step was the etiquette social interaction between the parents. While we were paying the bill, we talked about the children, but it was basically Mr. Xiaolin who was the main one, and I was only responsible for listening.After all, I am not a parent, and I am a half-baked half-baby when it comes to raising children, and it will be revealed when I open my mouth.

When it comes to the cultivation of children, Mr. Kobayashi is trying to pass on his thoughts to me. It is not that I cannot understand the mentality of parents who want their children to become successful, but I still think that moderation is very important.

"I think it is necessary to cultivate hobbies and hobbies for children when they are young, and explore their possibilities in many ways. It is best not to miss cram schools and interest classes."

I heard that most parents are superstitious about elite education, but Mr. Kobayashi is also a little bit like that.To be honest, I thought that editors who have read countless texts and accepted ideas instilled by various authors every day would be a little bit beyond the traditional.

I said: "This way the child may not be happy, right? And the expenses are not small."

"It's really expensive." He avoided my previous question, "But it's worth it for cultivating the next generation. For this reason, I have to grit my teeth and work."

I don't quite agree with his idea, but we are not familiar with each other, so it doesn't seem appropriate to refute in person, so I had to maintain a lukewarm attitude, and finally stayed two blocks away, he said goodbye to me, and I was relieved to be able to let go of this Lingchi-like atmosphere at last.

Before leaving, he also blessed: "It would be great if Mr. Inai's work can win an award this time. The prize money for the essay contest is very generous."

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……

"Apart from eggs, is there anything else to buy, Yi Jun?"

With his hands behind his head, the young man casually stepped on the floor tiles of the supermarket with me. I didn't dare to face him, so I had to turn my attention to the shelves. There are a bunch of advertisements for sale products, and some discounts for the purchase of imported food.

"No more for the time being." I looked away, and the shopping cart in my hand was filled with daily necessities except for the eggs that were restricted for purchase on Tuesday.

"But they're all on sale?" He took a bag of family-sized biscuits from the shelf, with a [-]% off sign on it, and then he pointed to the small print and said, "Buy two and get [-]% off, it's a good deal, isn't it?"

"If you want to measure household expenses reasonably, it's important to pay attention to discounts, but you can't be completely led by discounts... You can take a break for things you don't need temporarily." I took the biscuit from his hand and put it back On the shelf, a money-saving phrase was spoken: "It is the most cost-effective not to buy."

He showed a hurt expression, "This is a crab-flavored comprehensive nutrition biscuit."

Key words: Dazai Osamu, crab fragrance.It's not difficult to extract someone's bright desire to win, but I still chose to pretend to be confused. I looked up at his iris-colored eyes and asked deliberately:

"...Mr. Dazai, do you really want it?"

As a result, Dazai immediately said, "I didn't say that."

He also glanced at the shelf with a deliberate and over-the-top look, which can be called 300 taels of silver, which can be said to be no silver here. After scanning around, he fell back on me.

——This is what I want! ?

I took a look at the price, and the packaged portion is very satisfying, if you want to eat it, you can eat it for a long time.It's not impossible to buy it for him...but only three chapters of the contract law will do.

So I reached out to reach for the biscuits on the shelf again, and said, "...If you buy it, you must finish it?"

The biscuits are packaged in red and white, with foreign language written on it, which seems to be in Thai, I can't understand it.After I took down one bag, I wanted to get another bag, but the top of the shelf was piled too deep, and I couldn't reach it with my height, so I could only trouble Mr. Dazai.

I had no choice but to hold the biscuits to my chest, and begged him to take another bag.

The placement of the goods is too inconvenient. Even Dazai, who has a great height advantage, has to stick close to the shelf, and then straighten the backboard to touch the packaging bag. I can't see the top, but I soon hear his voice from above.

"Yijun, there are other flavors besides crab aroma—" He seemed to be fiddled with the biscuit bag on top, I heard the sound of plastic bags rubbing together, mixed with the voice of the young man, "butter flavor or green onion flavor, which one do you like?"

But I felt as if someone was staring at me, a cold gaze climbed up from the back of my neck, cold and sharp as if trying to choke my breath.Under stress, I turned around and tried to find this annoying sight, but I saw nothing. There were only housewives who were still picking out goods nearby, and there seemed to be no suspicious person.

... Am I thinking too much?

The shelves are like fences, blocking people and sight layer by layer, and I'm not sure if someone is really spying on us from behind.

Before waiting for my reply, he asked again: "Yi Jun?"

I looked around again, suspecting that I was overthinking.

"Let's go for the butter flavor. The crab flavor is salty, so choose a sweet one to neutralize it."

Holding the corner of the biscuit bag, he took off the yellow packaged biscuits, then took the biscuits from my hand and put them in the shopping cart.

"Let's go!"

He cheerfully grabbed the right to operate the cart, like a child who aspires to be the captain, leading the way in front of me.

On the way back, I mentioned that the article "Our Lady" was submitted for submission, and the editor took it as an entry.I said that I don't think about whether I can win an award for the time being. Even if I am not shortlisted, there should be hope that it will be published in "Blue".

"Essay competition." He took out his phone and quickly found the information page, which had a beautifully crafted banner on it. "No. 1 not only has a bonus, but also a non-real prize for two days and one night at the hot spring hotel."

"spa?"

"Don't Yi Jun know?" He said, "It should be a promotional activity with the local government. It is not a particularly famous hotel. It is listed on a travel website with a perfect score of [-], but it can still get a [-]. It should be said that it has a good reputation. , but a niche hotel that lacks exposure.”

I really don't have a good impression of the hotel. The last time I was in Yayuan left me with a big shock.The hot spring hotel sounds like a good atmosphere, with hot springs, delicious food and wine, but all I can think of are some dark and scary stories, such as the blood-clothed ghost who haunts midnight, and the ice-clean and mysterious snow girl in the deep mountains. Well it's summer) or something.

"If you think about it carefully, if an award-winning author has been there, he will invite the other party to write a travel note or something, and put it in the author's insert or blog, and it can also be used as a soft advertisement." I put aside my distracting thoughts, and then he continued, " The premise is that the quality of the hotel is excellent, but I have a question."

"Huh?" His voice was muffled, blown away by the wind in the lingering heat.

"Two days and one night... just soaking in hot springs, how can I spend so long?"

Almost at the same time I asked, he laughed very shamelessly, his laughter was low, as if he was suppressing it, and then he explained to me.

He held out his free hand and made a number one with his fingers.

"A trip to a hot spring hotel is not just staying in the hotel and not going anywhere."

After he said this, I realized that I was bound by the word "hot spring".Forget that there must be a series of commercial streets around popular hot spring hotels, or associated natural buildings, and some remote places are even more extreme-if there is a famous hot spring, everyone simply builds around it. A small business district, and the locals work together to maintain this precious land.

"Does Yi Jun know that some places hold celebrations at the end of summer, and highly modernized areas are limited, so holding such activities is not as good as returning to the original human touch in small places."

I looked at his fluttering eyelashes, and I thought: Mr. Dazai can also say the word human touch, maybe he likes it very much, but due to various reasons, he can't express it.

"Is it a summer festival... I think of traditional items such as candy apples, goldfish fishing, and shooting games."

Memories have long been far away from me, they are just nouns in my mind now, I am afraid that I have more freshness in this kind of small games than children - because I have no memory of experiencing it.

With the back of my hand, I wiped the little bit of sweat seeping from my temples, and asked again, "Mr. Dazai, do you have any favorite celebration items?"

"I can't say whether I like it or not. If I want to say it, it's more like 'care'."

"Oh?"

"Carrying the mikoshi."

His succinct answer made me sigh "Eh?", because of the activity of carrying the mikoshi, I thought I couldn't get involved with him anyway. Just connecting these two things makes me feel extremely weird up.

My reaction was so easy to understand that he joked, "Is that weird?"

Well--

Because a young man like him, who looks like Su Glass, really doesn't go well with carrying a mikoto that is full of sweat and male hormones.

Speaking of carrying the mikoshi, it must be men who are sweating profusely and enthusiastically, carrying long poles on their shoulders and exerting strength, yelling, and the sound is mixed with the bells on the mikoto, making a mess, but also An incredible sense of rhythm, and the most special thing must be the momentum of going forward. Even a person as insensitive as me can feel something called vitality from this seamless team.

By the way, it is vitality - a word that people don't like to talk about, but they can't let go.

"No." I shook my head, "It's good to carry the mikoshi, I want to see it too."

It would be great if I had the opportunity to watch the temporary lights of the festival under the dark sky with Mr. Dazai, and then watch the carrying of the mikoshi.

He then looked at the phone and said, "No.2 is the discount coupon and bonus of the mall."

It was only then that I remembered why I entered the competition at the instigation of Editor Xiaoshan.

"I'm actually aiming at No.2's shopping discount coupons. Because it's a cooperation event with merchants, the gifted shopping coupons are also very cost-effective. I want to buy a new laptop."

The precious information that editor Xiao Shan gave me severely stimulated my desire to compete—yes, to buy a computer.

"Already have a fancy laptop?" he asked me.

"Yes, but it costs more than [-] yen..." I said, "I wanted to buy a cheaper one, but I was afraid that it would break after a while. Besides, there are children in school at home, so it is more convenient to have a computer. Bar?"

At this point we have gone through two intersections and are almost home.

The young man asked again: "How is the idea of ​​the new novel, should it be a novel or a novel?"

I realized he was referring to the romance novel I had previously announced that I would write.

"I read Mr. Miyamoto's works. How should I put it... As expected of a top-ranked best-selling author. Whether it is emotional control or plot design, I think it is extremely exquisite. If I want to reach the teacher's level, I There are others to write."

In fact, I originally wrote a beginning with a pen, but I felt awkward looking at it, and finally tore it all up, planning to start again.

"By the way, Mr. Dazai, have you finished reading "My Magpie"?" At that time, he borrowed a book from me, but I never heard him mention his reading impressions.

"Um--"

Whenever this kind of ambiguity arises, I try to guess in a different way.Just like the guessing occupation mentioned earlier, although I didn’t guess it in the end, I have obtained the conditional information, and if I have a sudden inspiration in the future, it is not impossible to guess it.

So I rephrased and asked, "Is the ending a tragedy or a comedy?"

He rested his hand on his chin, as if thinking about it, and then said, "Tragedies and comedies are all up to readers' subjective judgments, right? In my personal opinion, they are comedies."

At this point, he refused to continue talking. I was so curious about what kind of comedy Mr. Dazai had in mind. When the book came back to me, I must read the ending as soon as possible.

"Has Yijun already thought about the content of his story?"

"...there is a prototype of the protagonist."

He asked, "What kind of person is the protagonist?"

"Heroes and trainee angels." In order to avoid being said to be clichéd, I hastened to add: "This is just a big outline, rather it is just the core part of the character. The character setting will be changed to be more fashionable, in line with the love of young people .”

"I thought Yijun would follow the realistic route, but is it a story set in a fantasy background?"

"So it's not settled yet..."

We chatted one after another, and in a blink of an eye we were back home.After dinner, I watched him leave, only to realize that I completely forgot to ask about the bento box.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time."

He was always coming to dinner anyway.

I didn't expect that in the next week, I would hardly see him. It was already mid-September, the weather was getting colder, and the breath of early autumn was hovering outside the house. I was afraid that I would go inside soon. I was forced to wear an extra dress outside, and I looked through the closet in the morning, only to remember that Qing Guang and the others bought a medium-sized light beige trench coat together not long ago.

"It can be worn when it's colder."

Still later, the first rains in September brought down both the humidity and the cold.On such a day, I was still in the dojo when I received a call from editor Xiaoshan.

"First, I want to congratulate the teacher. This month's "Blue", you can see the teacher's work "Vending Machine". After a while, there may be letters from readers. Please look forward to it!"

When I answered the phone, I was standing in the wooden outer corridor, the sky was a rich mouse gray, and a little extravagant white light came out from the gap between the two dark clouds. Head beaming with joy to announce the happy event to me.

"The "Holy Virgin" that was sent to the competition is currently shortlisted among the top ten outstanding works, and the second round of screening is about to begin." He reported the progress to me conscientiously, and then said: "I have new good news. I informed Mrs. Inai as soon as possible, by the way, I would like to make an appointment to discuss with Mrs.

"What time is it?"

"I'll confirm the work arrangement tomorrow, and try to meet the teacher in the next few days. The place is still in the coffee shop, is that okay?"

"Okay," I said, "Thank you."

"No matter what, this is what I should do."

After thanking Xiao Shan for editing, I returned to my room amidst the pattering rain.

"Are you actually shortlisted... At least you passed the first level, I think it's something worth celebrating."

Mr. Dazai gave me a lot of help when revising "The Virgin", and I think I should tell him the news because of the situation and reason.But he seemed very busy today and didn't come here for dinner, so I sent him an email.

[Mr. Dazai, "The Virgin" has been shortlisted for the top ten. 】

But "Osamu Dazai" seemed to have disappeared, and did not reply to any of my emails.

……

Editor Xiao Shan came up from downstairs, holding a cardboard box in his arms. These are letters that have been packaged, and almost all of them are sent by readers to the authors in charge of him, and they contain emotional letters.He selected and sorted the letters according to their names.Although he boasted a lot a few days ago, he wanted to express encouragement to Wu Yishi, because writers who publish for the first time will not receive too many letters.

"One, two, three..." He counted, and he was startled, "Are there a dozen or so?"

In today's era when people prefer to express their opinions on the Internet rather than handwritten letters, it is quite good to receive ten handwritten letters, let alone a new author who has never shown up.

"Mr. Inai will be happy to see it." He thought, put the cardboard box under his desk, and was about to make a cup of coffee to refresh himself, when he saw Xiaolin walking towards him, who looked very calm , Xiaoshan wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lin would not let him go at all, and he asked with a smile, "Did Editor Xiao Shan go to get the letter just now?"

"Uh, yes." Xiao Shan thought that this is not a big deal, just say it openly.

Xiao Lin didn't make things difficult for him, he nodded and smiled, as if he ran into a colleague on the road and chatted a few words so naturally, he left in the original direction.

Xiao Shan returned to his seat. He was plump like a penguin, but his facial features were soft, which made it easy for people to like him. That is to say, he was very friendly, even in the editorial department where gunpowder/smoke was occasionally everywhere, he It is definitely the one that is very popular.

While sipping his coffee, he opened his webmail and replied to Wu Yishi.

[Mr. Inai, I have received a dozen or so replies from your readers.Is it convenient for us to make an appointment at the coffee shop at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon?Trust me to bring you together. 】

Then he was called out by the people in the next department to discuss the work docking for the next quarter, but the other party procrastinated and froze for an hour before finishing it.

When editor Xiao Shan came back, Wu Yishi had received a confirmation letter on the computer, she said that there was no problem with the schedule, see you tomorrow.

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I made an appointment with Mr. Koyama at one o'clock in the afternoon, which was about the same as last time.I think it is because their lunch break is very tight, and the things we talked about today have not yet reached the final stage, so it is reasonable to choose to be outside the office. Besides, there are still a dozen letters to be handed over to me.

But I'm already off today, and it doesn't matter what time it is.

It has been very cold for the past few days, and all I wear are trousers. Today, the temperature has finally risen a little, so I simply wear skirts.When I arrived at the door of the coffee shop, I didn't see Editor Xiaoshan for a long time. I thought to myself, could it be that there was some urgent matter in the middle?

I was thinking whether I should go to the store and wait for him for a while, when I heard Mr. Xiao Lin's voice.

"Teacher Inai, are you waiting for editor Xiaoshan?" He came out of the glass door of the building and greeted me from a distance. I nodded, and when he approached, he said: "He was stopped by his superior just now , Ms. Inai may have to trouble you to wait a little longer."

"Thank you, then I'll wait for him in the coffee shop."

Kobayashi said, "Teacher can come to our office for a sit-down."

"That's unnecessary, we had an appointment to meet here."

The coffee shop and the building of the editorial department are at a right angle, so you have to turn this intersection.I didn't really want to go there because I wanted to drink coffee, so I insisted on waiting for Editor Xiaoshan to come.

We were in a stalemate, and the female clerk in the coffee shop had already seen us. She poked her head out and said hello to Mr. Xiaolin: "Mr. This one is...?"

Mr. Kobayashi took my words away, "This is Mr. Inai, a famous writer."

The clerk, accustomed to the combination of an editor and a writer, glanced at me and asked if I wanted to go in.

But I remembered that Editor Xiaoshan mentioned that he and Mr. Xiaolin were in a bit of an awkward situation. If I entered the store, I would definitely have the same table with Mr. Xiaolin. At the door, editor Xiaoshan came and said that it was just a chance encounter, and then chatted for a while.

"No need." I smiled and rejected the clerk. She was just asking casually.

She said to us "then I'll get to work".

When I was alone with Mr. Kobayashi, I always felt that the atmosphere was difficult, but he stood firmly in the front, as if he didn't intend to leave.I had to try again: "Mr. Xiao Lin is also busy, right? Don't worry about me, I'll just wait a little longer."

I thought he would stop there, but something strange happened at this time.

——A sweet and greasy fragrance poured into the nasal cavity, and with the breath all the way down, as if there was some magical power, I felt that my consciousness was out of control and turned into a blank.

The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was Mr. Kobayashi's sigh.

"But, I can't wait."

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I was woken up by the clanging of hammers.

My eyelids seemed to be glued together with extremely sticky glue, heavy and uncomfortable, just opening my eyes took a lot of effort from me.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.I was lying flat on my back somewhere, and my consciousness had not fully returned, but I tried my best to feel my limbs, only to find that my hands and feet were tied up tightly with rough hemp ropes, and after a little It can draw marks on the body with force.

what happened?where is thisI was kidnapped?Who did this to me?

I can't answer the first three questions, but I have the answer to the last one.

——Mr. Kobayashi.

Is there any personal enmity between us?No, I can't think of it, even saying that we are a little bit stronger than strangers, and I try to reduce my sense of existence every time, so it's a matter of work?No, that's not right either. According to Xiao Shan's editor, Xiao Lin's enemy should be him, so am I a pond fish that got hurt?

Forget it, it’s meaningless to think about it now, let’s quickly think about how to get away from here…

"!"

icy——

As soon as I turned my face, I found a body with no temperature beside me.Parts of me are touching her cold cheeks—

It looks like a girl of elementary school age, and her identity is self-evident-Xiao Kui, the daughter of Mr. Kobayashi.

She was clearly dead.

"Xiaokui has left me."

The instigator who kidnapped me was standing at the door of the room with a strong hammer in his hand. He looked at his daughter with the love and reluctance that every loving father would have.

Maybe I lack sympathy, I have no interest in the story of his father and daughter's love at the moment, and I can't give birth to the slightest pity for the dead Xiaokui, I just want to escape from here quickly.

I noticed that he was holding a nail in his hand, so the sound I heard just now, was he nailing something?

--unusual.

The lighting in the room is too dark.

I tried my best to overcome the fear, and looked at the window on the side of Xiaokui's body—it was nailed up from the inside with wooden boards, and the nails were hammered into a mess. They didn't care about the appearance at all. The person who nailed it just wanted to seal everything up quickly That's all.

The air in the room was frighteningly cold, and the air conditioner was turned on. I reasonably guessed that it was to keep Xiaokui’s body from decomposing. Tortured, the consciousness that had finally recovered from the drug was about to become a little unconscious again.

I have to run away--but the idea is just out of the blue.

He had no strength or tools, and was tied up in an almost incomprehensible way.

Mr. Kobayashi had already sat down beside me. He gently put the hammer and nails far away, as if he was worried that I would be afraid, and he was very considerate.He even took off his suit jacket and covered me, but his "kindness" is arsenic to me, and I feel like I will die immediately when I touch it.

He said: "This is the room where Xiao Kui practiced the piano. When decorating, the sound insulation effect was deliberately achieved to the extreme. I suggest that Mr. Inai save his strength and don't make fearless calls for help."

After finishing speaking, there seemed to be a hint of nostalgia in his words, but it gradually became crazy: "In the past, my wife and I often dated in the piano room, mostly at night."

I didn't dare and didn't want to think about the deep meaning in his words. I tried my best to look calm and asked him, "Mr. Xiaolin, what are you bringing me here for?"

He didn't answer me, but looked at his only child, Xiaokui who had died long ago.He sighed several times in a row, then bent down, pushed Xiaokui's forehead away, and placed a light kiss on it like a goodnight kiss.

"My only daughter, she is also the whole of my world. I looked for a bank loan, I mortgaged the house, I raised money everywhere, but I couldn't stop the footsteps of Death, not even a little bit, he still put my angel Take it away, no matter how much my father cries and begs, Xiaokui has already left me."

He must be in bad spirits.I think he doesn't need anyone to agree with him at all, and he doesn't want to tell this story to anyone, he just expresses his grief and hatred.

"Xiaokui has said since last year that she wants a new mother with a gentle personality. But I have not been able to satisfy her." He combed the messy bangs on Xiaokui's forehead with his hands, forcing me to listen to his story: "I What I want is a woman who is beautiful, gentle, patient with children, and loves literature..."

"It's just like you, teacher." He said, laughing to himself, "If it wasn't for that guy Xiaoshan, teacher, you would be the writer I am in charge of. This is really a trick of luck."

"I originally wanted to pursue Teacher Inai step by step...but Xiao Kui couldn't wait any longer. Her physical condition took a turn for the worse, and the doctor couldn't do anything. I had no choice but to take her home, thinking about how to spend more time with her every day."

"Such a rough way is not my original wish, and I ask the teacher not to take offense."

Kobayashi's smile is like a piece of rotten wood carved by people. After being eaten away by insects and then repainted by wet waves, it becomes a look that will be smashed to pieces at any time. Layer after layer of wrapped despair emerged.

His daughter's serious illness, job loss, and foreign debts were all the hammers that broke his back.

He said, "Teacher, come with me to meet Xiaokui—she will be happy to see you."

What he wants to do is to conjure the last