A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

In the late autumn of 1995, on October 10, I picked up a comatose child at the door.

That was a very cute child, but why did he pass out at my door?

This place is an orphanage.

My name is Fujiwara Yuki. After losing my husband and children in middle age, I turned my old house into an orphanage to take in those homeless children, and pray for my husband and son who are far away, and hope that they will be safe in the next life. , a lifetime of joy.

Although it is for blessing, I myself love children very much.Washing and cooking for the children, watching them play and thrive, I can't help feeling a great sense of happiness.

I love kids.

One year, two years, five years... In the blink of an eye, more than 30 years have passed. I raised groups of children and put them into the society. Even if some of them left the orphanage and never came back, I still I like children.

Also, there are many lovely children who have grown up and chose to stay in the orphanage to help me take care of the younger children.

I am getting older and older, and I am useless when I am old. No matter how much I love children, it is difficult to take care of them anymore.

Fortunately, there are still children who are willing to stay in the orphanage, so my orphanage can continue to operate and take in those homeless children.

I also picked up that child at this dying age.

That child was very calm after waking up, no confusion, no fear, and no tension, even more like a dry well without waves than my old woman.

I quickly realized that there was something special about this kid, but I asked gently for his name and where his home was.

How could anyone be willing to abandon such a lovely child?

"... Zhimeng." The child repeated: "My name is Zhimeng."

As for the others, I asked again and again, but only got the child's confused stare.

This child, except for his own name, can't remember anything and doesn't know anything.

During the period, other children came over curiously and invited Zhimeng to play together, but they only got his confused gaze.

The kid didn't react to it.

No, to be precise, he didn't know how to respond to the invitation, so he could only cast a confused look.

He is obviously four or five years old, but he is as pure as a blank sheet of paper like a newborn child, knowing nothing.

I watched this scene and was silent for a long time. I had to admit that this lovely child was abandoned.

I took a step forward and coaxed away the child who was wondering how my new friend was not moving, then turned around and squatted down, keeping the posture of looking at the young child, and said to him gently.

"Weaving Dream will stay here in the future."

"……Keep?"

"Yes, stay here, can I be the weaving dream's mother?"

Looking at the old and loving face in front of him, the young child tilted his head slightly: "Mom...Mom?"

"Well, my child." I smiled back and reached out to hug him.

——I promise that in my lifetime, I will treat you kindly.

Taking care of and teaching children is a boring and patient job. Many people feel irritable and impatient in the middle of the process, but I don't.

Because I haven't personally taken care of a child for a long time since my physical condition has declined, so now I even enjoy taking care of Zhimeng.

Yes, I decided to take care of and teach Dreamweaving myself.

Because of this child's condition, it is destined to invest a lot of love and attention in order to make him grow up healthily.

If I were ten years younger, no, even five years younger, I probably wouldn't be able to do this because I have so many other kids to take care of and it's impossible to give all my attention to one of them.

But it’s different now. I’m already semi-retired. Besides being the dean’s mother, the new children are taken care of by the children left behind, and I also have the children left behind to take care of me. Very leisurely.

Zhimeng came at just the right time, so that I could spend the rest of my life teaching him and loving him.

Even if I die in the future...my other children will take care of him.

Weaving dreams is not difficult to carry.

On the contrary, this child is easy to take too much.

Apart from being too quiet and expressionless, I showed him eating once, and he knew how to eat by himself.The same is true for dressing and washing, just teach it once.

I began to doubt my own judgment.

Obviously such a smart and lovely child, even if there are some flaws, but he wouldn't be cruel enough to abandon him, right?

I feel distressed and injustice for what happened to this child.

The appearance of Zhimeng did not bring much change to the orphanage. The other children liked this beautiful and lovely new friend very much and often invited him to play together.

I didn't stop everyone from getting close to Zhimeng, but I just told the children in advance that Zhimeng was sick, and everyone should be more tolerant of him.

Yes, Zhimeng is just sick.But one day, he will be healed.

One day, this child who knows nothing about the outside world, does not respond to everyone, and is too quiet, as if he will disappear in the next second, will respond to us and show us a bright smile.

——I sincerely hope so.

The turning point came in the spring of the next year.

In the warm spring season, the older children who voluntarily stayed behind as nurses took the younger ones to work in the backyard, planting some vegetables to reduce expenses.

Zhimeng was wearing clothes newly made a few years ago, white and tender, as cute as a Zashiki boy, sitting with me on the corridor behind the house and watching them work.

Knowing that Zhimeng was sick, the other children sensibly didn't pull him to work together. Instead, under the leadership of their big brothers and sisters who took care of them, they scraped the soil, scattered seeds, and looked at each other's cats Face laughed out loud.

Zhimeng looked at them for a while, then lowered his head without any expression change, and then never looked away.

I noticed this, followed his line of sight, and found a small pink flower quietly blooming just below the position of Weaving Dream.

It was just an ordinary wild flower that usually bloomed in the warm spring, but it firmly attracted Zhimeng's attention.

This child, do you like flowers?

In order to take better care of the children and reduce expenses by the way, the garden in the yard has long been converted into a vegetable field, and the only cherry tree in the backyard is not yet in bloom.Speaking of which, this is Zhimeng's first time seeing flowers.

Thinking of this, I didn't interrupt his behavior, but just watched the child who was engrossed in gentleness.

Then, I found that I had no interest in and reaction to everything, except for the necessary eating and washing, just like a ceramic doll, weaving dreams that would disappear in the next second after being quiet, seemed to be revived by being injected with a soul suddenly, and started Lingering in the backyard just to look at the little wildflowers.

I found a change in weaving dreams and was delighted.

I knelt down and watched the wild flowers together with him, and when Zhimeng couldn't help reaching out to touch the petals, I asked, "Does Zhimeng like flowers?"

The toddler looked over in confusion: "Like it? What is it?"

"It's Zhimeng's current behavior. I want to see the flower, I want to touch it, and I feel happy because of it—"

"That's what I like."

The young boy looked at me, then looked down at the flowers under his hand, as if he still couldn't understand.

It wasn't until a while later that he spoke firmly.

"Mom, I like flowers."

I couldn't help laughing, and reached out to stroke his head.

"Zhimeng, mom likes you."

There is an extra flower seedling in the backyard, which I brought back when I asked the children to go shopping.

I took a book, led Zhimeng to the flower seedlings, and patiently guided him to communicate.

"Zhimeng, this is the flower my mother asked me to plant."

The toddler looked at the plant with green leaves and blinked in confusion: "Flowers?"

Then, she firmly denied it: "It's not a flower."

Looking at this cute appearance, I couldn't help laughing: "This is a flower, but the flower hasn't bloomed yet."

So the toddler became more and more confused.

I patted his head and said warmly: "As long as you take good care of it, it will bloom beautiful flowers."

At that moment, I saw the child's eyes light up.

Lighted up by flowers.

Then, when the flowers bloom, will Zhimeng's disease be cured?

I look forward to that day.

The flower I asked the children to bring back was the rose, a flower that blooms all year round as long as it is well cared for.

I told Zhimeng about this, and he immediately asked me how to take care of it, and his unconscious eagerness made me see hope even more.

I took out the book and told him that this is the rose planting manual, and he needs to read it well to take good care of the rose.

Therefore, in order to be able to read this book well, I logically began to teach him how to read, and read aloud the main points of caring for roses to him who is not yet literate.

During the time of weaving dreams and literacy, the rose buds were carefully taken care of, and they bloomed smoothly before the cherry blossoms.

Zhimeng finally saw the flower he was thinking of.

It was a pink rose, stretching layers of petals in the spring breeze.

I watched Zhimeng reaching out to touch the petals, stroking gently for a while.

Then he turned around suddenly and smiled at me.

"Mom, I like you."

In an instant, I seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

I tried my best to raise my head, holding back the tears of joy in my eyes, and I saw the cherry tree covered with pink clouds at some point.

Ah, it turns out that the cherry blossoms are blooming.

The scene I was looking forward to finally appeared!

Since that day, Zhimeng seems to have found the lost smile, and began to smile unsparingly to me and to the children.

At the same time, he also seems to have recovered the nature that a child should have, and began to be curious about everything around him and have a strong thirst for knowledge.

He started to look like a normal kid.

I can't help but be overwhelmed with joy for this child who is beginning to heal.

But soon, I discovered a new problem——

"Wow Dean's mother, Zhimeng, he broke my car and is still laughing..."

"The dean's mother Zhimeng pulled up the vegetables we planted..."

"Woooo, Dean's mother Zhimeng, he laughed at me for being ugly..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

……

Well, the treatment is not over yet, I can't relax.

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My lovely child, mother loves you.