Fall in love with a sea urchin head

The silver-haired man didn't say anything, he straightened his sunglasses and smiled.

Fu Heihui took a step forward, just blocking me, without turning back: "Lin Chi, you go back first."

"Huh? But what if he is a bad guy..." I hesitated.

Fu Heihui interrupted me: "Don't worry, he probably isn't."

"go back."

I froze for a moment, Fu Hei's back was silent, and there was an inexplicable sense of tranquility in the lake.

I don't understand, but strangely comforted suddenly, I raised my head and glanced carefully at the silver-haired man.

He winked at me.

I turned my head: "Then I'm leaving, come back later."

Wujo Wujo stroked his chin: "Ah, I was ignored."

I walked away step by step.

The last field of vision was Fu Hei who hadn't turned around all this time, suddenly turned his head, stared at me with dead blue eyes, and turned back again without hesitation.

I tightened the strap of my schoolbag.

Hmm... you are on guard against whether I really left...

Fu Heihui agreed to the silver-haired stranger's words.

Anyway, this home with only him and Tsumiki, without adults' financial support, suddenly had an additional source.

At least I can live well.

After many days, Fu Heihui opened the door to eat and do homework as usual.

Tsumiki tidied up the dishes, shook the water in his hands after washing, and glanced at the boy sitting at the table with his head bowed.

"benefit."

Fu Heihui stopped writing, and raised his expressionless face: "What's wrong?"

Tsumiji paused for a moment before showing a smile: "Did Qinge look for you recently?"

"No." Fu Heihui answered quickly, eyes filled with boredom, "That's it?"

"Hmm... what's your expression?" Tsumiji laughed, and she paused for a few seconds, "Because it seems that Qing'e's parents are often not at home, so I don't know what to do. So I want us to be close and take care of something more." of--"

Fu Heihui frowned and put down the pen: "You can't control yourself anymore, and that's not how you show kindness. Besides, don't just help someone who doesn't know the details."

"What are you talking about..." Tsumiji stared wide-eyed and was about to argue for a few words, when the doorbell rang, she had no choice but to stop talking and opened the door.

It's just that the neighbors let them collect the clothes.

Fu Heihui turned back after taking a look, and continued to write with the pen that stopped.

Lin Chi has not come to school for four days.

The teacher's excuse was to ask for leave, and he probably asked his parents.

In fact, Fu Heihui didn't care about these things, but after Tsumiji mentioned it last time, he just noticed it inadvertently - there was nothing he cared about in class.

After school, Fu Heihui walked on the road with her schoolbag on her back.

That Gojo Satoru said he was teaching him spells, but Fu Heihui still lived with Tsumiki, and the lessons that Gojo Satoru said were only occasional.

The next time seems to be the day after tomorrow...

Fu Heihui recalled the knowledge he gave last time. When he passed a simple building, he subconsciously slowed down. He looked up, and the building was only a few houses away from his house, which was as simple as this street.

Just go and see.

Fu Heihui had no emotion on his face, turned his toes, and went upstairs. The narrow stairwell and the garbage piled up at the corners are the most common scenes here.

Footsteps on the stairs echoed.

He walked to the door with the sign of Lin Chi's house, paused for a while, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

The hand did not fall for a long time.

Fu Heihui pursed her lips, but finally let go.

When he was about to leave, he casually lowered his head and saw the wooden bolt on the door locked from the outside.

Fu Heihui stopped, raised his hand lightly, the wooden bolt was opened, but the door was still closed.

Knock on the door, but there is no sound.

not at home.

As soon as he thought about it, there was a slight knocking sound from inside the door.

Fu Heihui sensed something, moved the door lock, but remained motionless.

There is also a locked window next to it.

Fu Heihui put down his schoolbag, and it landed on the ground with a heavy sound.

He went downstairs to find a heavy stone.

There was no hesitation, or rather, he never knew what timidity was.

The stone smashed the glass, there was a loud shattering sound, and pieces of sharp glass fell towards the house.

Fu Heihui is not worried about disturbing others, anyway, he is a group of people who ignore things that have nothing to do with him.

It is estimated to see if it is related to me, and then continue to do my own useless things with peace of mind.

Fu Heihui climbed up to the window a few times, stepped on the glass shards on the soles of his shoes, and looked in with his quiet blue eyes.

Extremely simple furniture, nothing superfluous in the room.

Probably most of them were people who passed out at the entrance.

Fu Heihui jumped down and turned her over, she was very thin, her fingers were bleeding, he paused, and reached out his hand to explore Lin Chi's neck, feeling a slight heartbeat.

not dead.

"How is she, doctor?" Jin Meiji asked in a low voice when the doctor opened the eyelids of the girl on the hospital bed.

Fu Heihui leaned against the cold tiled wall of the ward, and raised her eyes upon hearing this.

Instead of seeing a doctor, he looked at Tsumiki.

When the doctor went out, Tsumiji twirled the corner of the sleeping girl's quilt, and a string of tears fell.

Fu Heihui: "Why are you crying?"

"Of course I'm worried..."

"That's it?" Fu Heihui straightened up and approached, he stared fixedly at Lin Chi's pale face, "I remember that you only knew her for a few days, so it's okay to worry, but I don't believe it when you cry."

Tsumiji was startled, tears just ran across her cheeks and fell on the snow-white quilt.

She lowered her head and glanced at Lin Chi: "...I was just thinking, if Mr. Gojo didn't exist...would we be like this..."

Lin Chiqinghui was forgotten by her parents who went out, so she subconsciously locked the door, and the windows were also locked tightly as usual.

I was hungry for four days.

Neighbors who heard the call for help did not respond, and Jin Meiji was too far away to hear her.

Fortunately, the water was saved and lasted for a few days, otherwise it might have died.

Fu Heihui: "...There is no need for assumptions."

He then quietly looked away, not looking at Lin Chi again.

Tsumiji clenched her hands tightly and smiled wryly: "You're right."

Fu Heihui asked Jin Meiji to go to the hospital to see Lin Chi because of something temporary, so he had to go to the hospital.

It seems that the police searched for a day to find Lin Chi's parents, who were arguing outside the hospital.

Fu Heihui glanced at it casually. The woman had dyed golden hair and heavy makeup, but it couldn't hide her oldness—not natural aging, but premature aging due to mental exhaustion.

The man smelled of cigarettes all over, with an impatient expression, he was opening his mouth to say something.

It seems that they all just came down from places like the mahjong table in the game hall.

Fu Heihui didn't care, took the elevator and went to the ward.

Pushing open the door, there was no one on the bed. The short-haired girl stood by the window and looked down, stepping on the wooden stool.

Fu Heihui walked up to her and stepped on her, looking down, the people who were arguing downstairs should be her parents.

Fu Heihui said calmly: "Jin Meiji, please ask me to come and see you."

Qing Hui turned her head, "Thank you for saving me, Fu Hei."

"No, it was Tsumiji who asked me to see you."

She thought for a while: "That's it, but thank you anyway."

Only then did Fu Heihui turn his head to look at her, Lin Chi's cheeks did not have the baby fat that is unique to children, but were so thin that an adult's melon-seeded face.

Maybe the woman downstairs should have been pretty when she was young, even though she was very thin, Lin Chi was very cute.

Fu Heihui: "Then I'm leaving."

"Well, goodbye." She was still lying on the window sill, not intending to send him off, and Fu Heihui didn't need to. He opened the door and stopped: "What will you do in the future."

"Are you asking me what a six-year-old child will do in the future?" Lin Chi turned around and shrugged, "Are you kidding Fuhei."

Lin Chi touched his chin: "Where are your parents?"

Fu Heihui was asked in turn, and said: "...I don't know, maybe they are all dead."

"Then do you miss them?"

"..." Fu Heihui was silent, and squeezed his hand tightly.

"Sorry." Lin Chi paused for a few seconds, "But look."

Fu Heihui turned his head slightly, and Lin Chi was facing him, with short black hair lining her snow-white skin, she smiled like Fu Hei was the most impatient.

"Whether it's on the ground or underground, whether it's good or bad, biological parents are very powerful."

There is no escape.