fall in love with dog roll

Unlike the dog curly thorn who can't sleep with his eyes open all night, I fall asleep after closing my eyes for a few minutes.

But dreamed of nightmares.

It must be the fault of Youzhen's text message this morning.

That guy is a real scumbag in terms of character and character - even though he is still young, villains don't know age.

He is more than four years younger than me, and has the same black hair and black eyes as me.

Five years after my mother left, I was nine years old, and I was in primary school with a red schoolbag on my back.

Dad's career is at a critical moment, and there is usually no one to see.

In the past, the driver who picked me up did not take me home, but went to a restaurant.

When I stopped the car, there was a face outside the window that I thought I had forgotten, but it was not there.

"Don't worry, I told Yingyi," she said.

She seems to have had a bad life in the past five years. Kishibe Mingzi's face is slightly tired, and the wrinkles have deepened. My favorite black and smooth long hair is now a little dry.

Her eyes were dark and blue, and her black eyes looked at me tenderly and guiltily: "Wuzi, I just want to see you."

By the way, the drivers are all parked here, what can I do?

I just followed her in silently, somehow.

"A tuna rice ball." She said to the waiter, then turned her head and smiled cautiously, "I remember Wuzi likes this the most."

I nodded slowly.

Sitting across from her, she hesitated, twisting her dress with rough hands, as if she didn't know what to say.

I quietly looked at the surface of the table.

There was a moment of silence.

When the rice balls came up, she handed me one, and I took it and gnawed slowly.

"Wuzi...are you happy recently?"

"happy."

"That's right, that's good..." Mingzi Kishibe moved his lips but didn't say anything. His lips moved for a moment before he said, "...Then Wuzi, do you miss your mother...?"

I raised my head, swallowed the tuna mixed with rice, and asked in pure doubt, "Which mother are you talking about?"

Mingzi Kishi's heart was empty, and his eyes were wet for a moment, but he quickly answered: "It's nothing, eat slowly, don't choke."

"Ah."

After eating, she took me out, and the car to pick up Mingzi seemed to be coming, she still wanted to say something to me, the black car got on and off only the boy on my chest.

He walked from behind Mingzi with a smile on his face: "You are sister Wuzi, right?"

Mingzi Kishibe was startled, even horrified, when I was about to speak, she pushed the boy in a panic, "Don't talk to him!"

The boy fell to the ground, part of his brows and eyes were covered by his black hair, and his swarthy eyes were slightly curved. He didn't look like a child pushed down by his biological mother at all.

Seeing me looking at her, Mingzi panicked and wanted to explain, but her lips turned white, and she was afraid.

"Go back quickly, you go back quickly!" Mingzi pulled me forcefully to the white car, and said to the driver: "Take her back home."

The car started, I looked through the car window, and Mingzi Kishibe hurriedly got into the car without touching the boy as if avoiding an evil spirit.The boy didn't cry, he got up unhurriedly, dusted himself off, and sat in the back seat.

weirdo.I thought.

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I went back and briefly called my dad to talk about it, and he responded, "Hurry up and sleep, Wuzi."

"Well, goodbye Dad."

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Yingyi hung up the phone, pondered for a while, and decided to investigate.

"Kishan Youzhen is the child of Kishi Mingzi's second marriage."

"When I was three years old, I deliberately pushed the nanny downstairs and killed her."

"Heaven and curse, that's what people over there seem to call this kind of exchange, Yuu is exchanging magic power for physical strength, but—"

"He is the current heir of the Anbian family, he will not be a magician, and he will not even be involved in the world of magic, so..."

So after growing up, it is not something ordinary people can compete with.

Listening to the assistant's report, Yingyi pressed his temple: "I see."

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Thinking that the matter was over, my father told me to ignore that boy when I saw him in the future, and stay away as soon as possible.

I vaguely agreed.

In the life of a primary school student, I only have fun in my mind.

Until I went out at noon when the teacher was not paying attention, and went to catch cicadas in the woods behind the school.

"What are you doing?" An unfamiliar voice asked.

I was startled, but when I turned around, it was the boy from last time.

A messy gauze was tied on his forehead, his black eyes looked at Cicada, and then at me.

"I'm Kishibe Yuuma."

……

I fell into the fun of the friends I played with every day, and completely forgot about my father's instructions.

Yuma made an agreement with me that we can't talk about things and words when we were together.

"I took your mother away." He looked at me, the gauze on his head was removed, and there was a new white bandage on his arm, "Don't you hate me? Sister Wuzi."

I calculated carefully, "Strictly speaking, you were not there when mom left. Don't think too much about yourself."

Yuma blinked: "Okay."

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"Do you want to know how my injury came about?" He squinted his eyes at me slightly, "It was that man who hit me. One day I will kill him."

"Killing is not good," I said.

"I am a demon," he replied.

"Who said that?"

"They said so."

"Then I said you are an angel, are you? Fly one and show me?"

"Pfft" Youzhen laughed, her baby fat face was flushed with pink, "When I killed the nanny, that woman kept talking about you, saying that I am completely different from you."

Me: "Dad is different, of course it's different."

"She said you were an angel."

"I can't fly."

"She said I was a demon."

"..." I went to play with mud from other places.

"What do you like to eat?" he asked me one day.

"Tuna rice balls."

"Okay, then I like it too."

"Youzhen," I finally remembered the business, "Why do you come here every day?"

"Because they're afraid of me." He smiled, the scars on the side of his face were open, blood flowed out, soaking the white gauze, "I like that they are afraid of me."

Yuma fell into fantasy and smiled softly.

I reminded him: "You should change the gauze."

Youzhen regained consciousness, pressed the gauze: "Ah, it seems so."

"Right."

"correct."

"You should say thank you."

"Thank you."

I nodded with satisfaction.

.

I don't know how long it has been like this, but one day, when he knelt down to watch me play, he suddenly said, "I seem to love you more than my mother."

I thought for a while: "Do you want to return it?"

Youzhen also asked earnestly, "How do you pay it back?"

"do not know."

"I don't want to pay it back."

"Then don't pay it back."

"But you said you would pay it back." He refused to let go.

"I'll just say it casually." I put on the last block.

Youzhen looked at it for a while, then covered her stomach: "It hurts a bit."

Me: "Why does it hurt?"

"Because Dad stabbed me with a knife today, I'm in pain."

I put down the blocks worriedly: "What should I do then?"

"Sister, how can I stop the pain?" He asked.

I thought about it carefully: "It won't hurt when I fall asleep."

"Then I'm going to bed."

"Go to sleep."

Yuuma fell asleep leaning on my shoulder, she became quiet, I couldn't move, so I couldn't build blocks anymore, she frowned in annoyance.

The green woods, the breeze blowing, making a rustling sound, the building blocks I built are a simple house, red, orange, and blue building block houses.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly said in the silence: "Sister, do you know the sky and the curse?"

I was in a daze and didn't care: "I don't know, what is that."

"I don't know either." Youzhen opened his eyes and looked at the building block, "Can I live in it?"

"No, you are too big."

"Can the ashes go in?"

"What are ashes?"

Yuma thought for a while, and her short, unkempt black hair curled up: "It must be the ashes of the bones."

"Oh."

I don't understand.

"I think," Kishibe Yuma said, "it's great that I have the same black hair and eyes as Sister Wuzi."

"Oh." I concentrated on building blocks.

"Every time I feel pain, I hate half of the blood, but when I think that the other half is the same as Sister Wuzi, I don't hate it anymore."

"Then how do you play every day?" I asked casually.

Youzhen laughed, and whispered in my ear: "Mom is afraid that I will kill her, and so is Dad, everyone is afraid. I like this kind of fear game."

"Then you either?"

"I want."

I turned to him: "You don't want to."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not good to kill."

"who said it."

"The grown-ups said it."

"Mom still said you are an angel, can you fly?" He smiled and refuted with my words.

I snorted, "Anyway, I don't like it."

"..." Youzhen was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Then I don't like it either."

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Until one day Yuu didn't come to school again, I waited for a few days and didn't wait any longer.

And I kept my promise and didn't mention it to anyone, which means I can't find him.

Then my dad went into the hospital.

"It was Kishibe Yuma, who killed his father, and was stabbed when Eiichi went to pick him up..."

"What kid is this..."

I wiped my dad's forehead in a coma, and I stared at my dad in a daze with the sound of Didi.There are voices outside the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm the one who asked him to pick you up..." The woman cried.

I quietly opened the door to take a look. It was my mother who was crying, crying to my father's company partners.

I walk out of the hospital.

The next day, I skipped class.The location of the mansion by the shore is easy to find. I searched for it all morning with my schoolbag on my back and found it.

Yuma was the only one in the whole house.He was originally locked in the room, but he pried the door open by himself and opened the door for me.

"Why did you hurt my dad?" I asked directly.

Yuma's messy black hair was even more messy, her clothes hadn't been changed for a long time, and there were still blood stains on them, as long as they were exposed, there were gauze.

"Because he said don't let me play with you." Yuma replied, taking it for granted.

I was very angry and tears fell one by one because my dad was hurt.

I stopped talking nonsense and pushed Yuma, who staggered a step.

"Are you going to hit me?" Youzhen asked, with pure doubt on his expression.

"Yes, I'm going to hit you." I overwhelmed him and punched him in the face.

Yuuma didn't fight back, even though he could easily strangle a grown man, let alone me.

Eyes similar to mine just stared at me blankly.

My eyes were blurred with tears, and my fists were gradually stained with sticky stuff.

Until I stopped, frightened by Yuma's bloody smile.

"My father is dead," he said, with joy, even though the gauze was soaked in blood. "Is your father dead? Why don't we just keep the same blood."

"Scum." I called him a phrase I'd learned on TV.

"Don't hurt my dad, or I'll beat you." I threatened him.

Yuma blinked, and answered the irrelevant question: "Sister, I know the tuna is ready."

Yuzhen, who was covered in injuries all over her body, said seriously: "Every time I eat it, I feel like I'm biting my father's flesh."

I ran away in a panic.

A few months later, Dad's injury healed, and I never saw Yuma again.

Soon after, I went to Chiba.

When I was in junior high school, I tried the old tuna-filled onigiri.

I spit it out straight away, the taste on the tip of my tongue made me sick to my stomach, and I vomited in the toilet for an unknown amount of time, leaving only stomach acid.

I already, can't eat tuna anymore.

I went to junior high school here and did well. Although there are many bad high schools like Kaijiu, as long as I don't take the initiative to provoke them, I'm fine.

"Wu Zi, someone is looking for you."

"Understood, thank you." I got up from the desk and walked out.

familiar person.

Black shattered hair, slightly curved black eyes, cold white skin, with a baby's fat and pretty face.

Kishibe Yuma smiled and said, "I miss you so much, Wuzi."

I do not miss you.

Afterwards, he kept making troubles for me. I was not afraid of him at all, I was just bored, so following the principle that more things are worse than less things, I ignored him.

Immediately afterwards, Yuma hurt my classmate. His enigmatic physical fitness is more than enough to beat an adult.

Although it's just a little bruise.

After school, I went directly to the elementary school and kicked him at his smiling face.

Youzhen became very happy with it, and asked me to trouble him.He is addicted, and occasionally he will hide.

Before I knew it, I was fighting more and more.

that bastard.

Finally I decided to leave Chiba.

……

I woke up with a start, I was the only one in the tent, and it was already cold beside me.

I got up after a while, opened the tent and went out, and said hello to Chiyo.

Alright, another boring day.

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The dog curly spine is performing a task to exorcise the cursed spirit.

"It's quite easy today." Fat Dahuan clapped his hands.

"Hmph, it's too weak." Maki withdrew the knife dissatisfied.

"Salmon."

The dog Curly Thorn tugged at the collar.

The three of them were walking towards the high school. On the way, Maki bumped into a person.

"Ah, sorry." Chanyuan Maki said, looking at the man, who seemed to be much smaller than them.

The black shattered hair was attached to the tense and clear face, and the black eyes looked over, but not at Maki, but at the gray-haired boy through her.

He said disappointedly: "Ah, so short."