I am wholehearted with Jotaro

41

I didn't go to the fireworks display.

Although I was really looking forward to it, I spent a long time in my room preparing to write an invitation letter to Jotaro, and tore up a whole note pad for it.

Of course, I still didn't write it out.

This kind of love letter...it's really hard to write!

So in the middle of writing, I ran to try on the yukata that Aunt Seiko prepared for me, intending to use my beauty bonus to make Jotaro lose his mind, and then agreed to my invitation in a daze.

Plan pass!

So I looked in the mirror and started experimenting.

After trying three or four sets, I found myself having to accept a fact.

That is.

I really don't seem to have any beauty bonus...

42

When I was undecided and was about to throw the dice to decide the future, Aunt Shengzi knocked on my door and said, "Lixiang, I have your phone number, it's your father~"

43

I don't really want to pick it up.

Really.

As I have said, my relationship with my parents can be said to be very estranged, and I have hardly spent much time together, including very few phone calls.

At the beginning, I lived with my grandfather. After my grandfather passed away, I stayed with Aunt Shengzi most of the time. Therefore, they transferred my living expenses and tuition fees to the account every year, and then disappeared.

I don’t know why this year. First, my mother invited me to the United States—although she only showed up twice during the entire trip and had a meal with me, but this does not prevent me from seeing that she actually has something to say .

I didn't really want to know what she was trying to say.

After all, what kind of good things can people who have not contacted or followed you for a long time suddenly pay attention to, contact, and want to say with a look similar to pity and regret?

From "I'm sorry for ignoring you for so many years", down to "Actually, you are not our own child", left to "Actually, there is a reason for our indifference to you", right to "Actually, you are born with a terminal illness and will not survive XX age'.

In my conception, either direction is pure bad news.

Then it's better not to listen at all, just walk in the middle.

44

But the problem is, my will, it's a hammer!

Sooner or later, what I should know is what I need to know.

So my answer is only one, that is, "I know."

"I see, Aunt Shengzi, please!" I replied energetically, "Please tell the phone, I will call back when I go back tonight, and I will go home to sleep tonight !"

45

At eight o'clock in the evening, I stood in a dark living room and opened the curtains.

There is a big window in the living room of my house. I vaguely remember that when I was seven or eight years old, my grandfather and I watched the winter sunset and snow by the window.

I like this window very much, because it leads to the outside world, and I can see everything beautiful, but at the same time it isolates the cold and heat, and shelters me in a warm and safe world.

The only things it can't isolate are people's birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred.

But that's just my problem, not its.

46

I sat on the sofa, wearing my well-chosen bathrobe, and looked out the window at the deep blue sky.

At 08:30, the phone rang on time, as if the person on the phone was pinching an invisible watch, insisting on doing a solemn thing with a sense of ritual.

This solemn thing is the phone call.

The first thing that came to my mind was, dad asshole must have OCD.

In order to cure his obsessive-compulsive disorder, I deliberately waited for this minute before answering the phone.

47

Well, I admit that I am malicious revenge, but so what.

48

At 31:[-], I answered the phone.

The man opposite was silent for 4 minutes, and then the first thing he said was, "You did it on purpose."

I replied calmly, "Yes, I did it on purpose."

The person on the opposite side was obviously choked by my answer, and then said something like trying to regain the situation, "You don't have any courtesy if you don't say hello first."

I accepted his criticism frankly and replied, "Good morning father, good afternoon father, good night father, eat well father, sleep well father, goodbye father."

Then I hung up the phone.

I thought to myself, this is enough to make him angry for 5 minutes.

As expected of me.

49

5 minutes later the call came in again.

It's eight forty.

He has obviously adjusted his mentality, this time he didn't talk nonsense with me again, and said straight to the point, "Fujimaru Tachika, I'm actually not your biological father."

50

You see, let me just say it, this kind of serious dialogue, there must be nothing good to say to me.

51

I replied indifferently, "You mean my mother gave you a cuckold, so now you want me to clarify all the truth, and then let me find my biological father, save the world by the way, and then meet the one who is against me The enemy happens to be my father who is connected with my blood. There was a big battle between us, and finally we met in the climax of love and peace. Are we going to a perfect ending like a juvenile manga (少儿向)? "

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while, and my father said something quietly.

"You should read less manga, Fujimaru Tachika."

What does this have to do with comics.

I answered bluntly and confidently.

"Japanese high school students should save the world during high school! Otherwise, what kind of high school student? Considering that I will be entering high school soon, I think it is reasonable for me to make such a guess, without half-baked guesswork and second thoughts creation!"

"No, you obviously only have imagination and secondary creation!"

"Hey, how can you, a middle-aged man who lives abroad, understand my romantic feelings." I sighed quietly, "But forget it, I forgive you, who made you over 40 and bid farewell to youth forever Woolen cloth?"

52

The man on the opposite side tried hard to hold back his anger.

He cleared his throat twice, trying to regain the little majesty he had left, and then brought the topic back.

"Fujimaru Tachika, listen to me, things are different from what you think, you are not my child, nor Ryoko's daughter, you suddenly appeared at my door in winter 15 years ago, my father, your grandfather, why You named Fujimaru Tachika, but in terms of blood, you have nothing to do with the Fujimaru family."

I didn't know what to say, so I just listened quietly and turned my head slightly to look at the night scene outside the window.

Different from the quiet summer night, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have mustered up the courage with great difficulty, so he had to tell the whole story without any reservations, which made it even more obvious that his speaking speed was like a machine gun.

Those words got into my ears, and my brain started to understand them automatically, whether I wanted to or not.

"I'm sorry for treating you indifferently all these years, but there's a reason for everything, Lixiang!"

"Liangzi and I were unable to conceive due to physical reasons. You fell from the sky. We entrusted the police to find you. We waited for three months, but no one came to take you away. That's why we adopted you at that time."

"After adopting you, Ryoko and I were in China for two years, and our family lived happily. But when you were five years old, you suddenly fell ill. At that time, you had a high fever and couldn't find a reason. We had no choice but to I took you to the best hospital in Tokyo for hospitalization, but unexpectedly learned that you had a disease that had never been seen in medical history."

"We asked a lot of doctors, but they couldn't give any explanation. The only thing that is certain is that you will not live to be 17 years old. To be precise, on the day you turn 17, your body cells will be damaged due to For some reason, it shrank and died directly."

"At that time, the doctor gave us two options. One is to stay in the hospital for observation. Although you must be incurable, at least you can leave precious samples for future medical breakthroughs; the other is to accept the reality and accept that you died at the age of 17. The reality that you will die, and at least let you live a life like that of an ordinary Japanese girl..."

53

When he finished speaking, he fell silent.

I am also quiet.

For a moment, only the sound of each other's breathing remained in the microphone.

After a while, he called my name, "Fujimaru Tachika? Are you okay?"

I chuckled lightly and replied, "I'm fine, thank you for making such a choice, my life is great, I'm very happy, but why did you tell me this all of a sudden?"

My father on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, then he answered me, "Because you are 15 years old now, and you are going to be 16 soon, I don't know what kind of life you want, if you have any wishes that have not been fulfilled... ....At least......"

"Well..." I sighed softly, and replied, "Actually, I'm fine now."

"I know that you and your mother went abroad and separated for many years. You were also worried that your relationship with me was too deep, and you would not be able to let go in the end...you call me and tell me that you are willing to help me realize my wish , because you feel you owe me?"

"..." The person on the other side was silent, and then said, "Lixiang, if you want to come with me or..."

"No need." I replied.

"I like Japan very much, and I like my life now," I laughed, "don't worry about me, don't feel guilty, my grandfather gave me a lot of love, so did Aunt Seiko and Jotaro, for me this is already enough."

"Just let us be insignificant in each other's hearts, that's fine."

54

The phone hangs up.

I didn't put down the microphone for a long time.

There was a long beep from the microphone, and I raised my head, but I couldn't help laughing.

See, I, Fujimaru Tachika.

The predicted flag is perfectly recovered.

What I never expected was that they were all recovered perfectly—I would have predicted that I would win the lottery if I knew it.

55

The fireworks display has already started.

One after another fireworks exploded in the sky, making a loud noise,

The light of colorful fireworks illuminates the living room of my house along the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and also illuminates my face.

The glass in the night is like a blurred mirror, reflecting my embarrassment.

I was wearing a warm-colored bathrobe. Aunt Shengzi said that it matched my orange hair and eyes, like sunflowers in summer.

So I chose this one.

But now it seems that there are some failures.

Because even in the blur on the glass, I could see my own pale face, accentuated by the orange bathrobe.

56

Ah, if I had known this, I would have chosen the night sky blue bathrobe with little goldfish embroidered on the hem.

I really like that one, because the little goldfish is really cute.

I thought, holding the handset of the phone on my lap.

He raised his other hand to cover his face, trying to smile, but couldn't help but shed tears.

57

The night hides my tears.

The sound of fireworks exploding drowned out my howling.

This night, I am alone in my world.

I am alone, with this radiance that blooms overnight.