Machine Zero is also human!

I still underestimated the destructive ability of Takasugi Shinsuke, he almost tore down the barrel.It's a good thing he didn't succeed, otherwise Yoshida Shoyo would definitely tear me down.

Dinner was green vegetables, tofu and small pickles. I poked the white rice in front of me with my chopsticks, and I felt quite melancholy—this is not a private school, this is actually a temple...Although I understand that it is very poor and difficult, but the Matsushita private school is close to the mountains. In water, you can catch at least two fish and a few rabbits.

I glanced at Yoshida Matsuyo while thinking wildly—but I can't imagine this man doing such a thing to ruin his image.

The three people other than me are all used to it, picking up the green and white dishes on the plate and stuffing them into their mouths. They didn't adapt to it at all.

Forget it, the front teeth haven't grown well, so let's eat tofu if you eat tofu, it will save you effort.I console myself so much.But green vegetable tofu is green vegetable tofu, no matter how good Yoshida Songyang's cooking skills are, he can't make green vegetable tofu taste like meat, and the other three follow the good quality of eating without talking or sleeping, and the meal is boring—— — the stomach is full.

The private school is not big, and there are not many empty rooms.Yoshida Matsuyo, of course, took a room by himself, and the three of us were assigned to a room.Heshi's room is good, as long as you want, you can make a bed anywhere.

……

……

This sounds a bit obscene.

Yoshida Matsuyo spread three quilts side by side on the floor of the room, then seemed to hesitate, pulled my bed behind the screen, and asked me if it was okay.I looked at him for no reason, then at the narrow coffin-like area behind the screen, and shook my head to say no.

Yoshida Shoyo sighed, pulled my bed beside Gui, and said to me with a smile: "Then that's it, Feng seems to like Kotaro very much, can you take your place here?"

It's obviously a question sentence, but it seems that my preference has already been confirmed.I looked at Yoshida Shoyo with a dull expression, always feeling like he knew everything... But in fact, he didn't know anything, right? !Those who are husbands like to pretend to be deep.

I still don't want to tear him down.

After pondering for a moment, I raised my head: "Who is that... Kotaro?"

Sure enough, I don't know anything, sir, I don't know Kotaro, and I said seriously that I seem to like that guy.

After I finished saying this, Gui beside me fell silent, and then looked at me with an incredulous expression: "I am! Kotaro is me!"

I looked back with an even more incredible expression: "Isn't your name Gui?!"

Gui growled innocently: "Yes! My name is Gui Xiaotaro!"

"Fuck, your name is so long."

"..." X3

The Matsushita private school is located in a mountain depression. Although there is a valley breeze blowing in, it is a bit cold at night. I am most afraid of the cold, wrapped in a quilt and shivering in the bed, while the two guys next to me are sleeping soundly, occasionally breathing steadily The sound lingered in my ears, but it was tormenting.Maybe it's quiet at night, and there are always random sounds in my ears, which makes me even more unable to fall asleep.

Could it be that I recognize the bed?This problem is not good, I have to go to class tomorrow.

After tossing and turning for a long time, I simply put on my clothes and sat up.The bright moon pours down its brilliance from among the clouds, and dappledly passes through the windows, forming large and small light spots indoors.Everything seemed normal, but after listening carefully for a while, I still felt that there was some weird sound...

I got up and went out of the yard, and came to the mountain where I could see in the distance. The night wind blew on my eyes, and I blinked hard, and a line of tears flowed down my eyes.

here we go again……

I raised my hand to cover my eyes, but the sounds that filled my ears became more and more intense—the cries of many people, the screams of women, the wailing of men, the crying of babies, the groans of old people... more and more More, more and more clearly, pouring into my mind uncontrollably.There was cold sweat streaming down my head, so I had to hold my head and lean against a tree and slowly slid down to the ground, not caring about covering my eyes any more—stop, stop crying, I don’t want to hear any more...

"phoenix?"

Who……

"Feng! Are you okay? Why are you here..."

The warm ending of the other party stopped abruptly in the cold wind, I opened my eyes suddenly, the moon was covered by clouds, but the figure of the other party was clearly shown in front of my eyes like daytime, I stared at him for a while, then Turning around quickly to cover her eyes, she blurted out in a hoarse voice: "...Mr."

He must have seen it.

I was born with different eyesight, so I can see at night as if it were day, sometimes even with a flickering green light.I know that humans shouldn't be like this, human eyes don't emit green light, only beasts and goblins do, such as the raccoon cat spirit I saw that day... But he is an elf, and the streamer in his eyes swirls.

I'm not an elf, I'm human.

No matter how powerful the elves are, they are still suppressed by humans. I have never seen that raccoon spirit again. I comforted myself by saying that he had returned to the forest, and scolded him for being ungrateful. He ran away after eating my wagashi, but there was a voice inside me Remind me, that guy might have been killed and skinned.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

"Feng, it's too cold at night, go back to the house." Yoshida Songyang was silent for a long time, and I was also thinking wildly for a long time. When he spoke again, he seemed to be just like a gentleman who bumped into a student wandering around in the middle of the night, with reproach in his voice: " You'll get sick if you dress too thinly."

I turned to face him, frowning involuntarily, I think my expression must be very scary now.

I can clearly see the expression of Yoshida Shoyang. He raised his eyebrows with interest, but there was a smile on his lips: "Feng, you should not turn your back to others when you are afraid. But I am very happy , you didn't run away."

Fear……

Am I scared?No, it should be him who is afraid, such eyes, such ability, shouldn't humans be afraid of them.Maybe Yoshida Shoyo is more calm and calm than ordinary people when facing the change—after all, he is the only one who has seen my eyes.The civet cat monster probably saw it too, but he's not human, so I'm not worried about him.

"Now you should go back and rest."

I don't know if I should trust this man, maybe tomorrow morning he will send me to the villagers, throw me into the fire and burn me to death, I have seen them treat a very beautiful woman like this, Miwako took the lead Said she was a monster, so the village head had her tied up and thrown into the firewood pile.

But she's never done anything to hurt anyone - at least as far as I know - and she's given me sweet treats.

Yoshida Shoyo walked over cautiously as if probing, and held out his hand to me: "Feng?"

I looked at him blankly, and put my eyes on his palm: "Can you promise not to tell others." My head was a little confused, and I could hardly think, let alone how to deal with this person.

"Yes, it's an agreement. This is a little secret between me and Feng." Yoshida Matsuyo's voice was calm and persuasive. I stared at him for a long time, and finally put my hand in his palm. Yang smiled slightly and squeezed my hand tightly.

"I always hear crying..." I held Yoshida Shoyo's hand slightly back, and looked up at him in confusion.

"what?"

"Slightly thin voice, but very noisy, not near, but also close to my ears... My head hurts from the noise." I moved my lips slightly, and the sound I made was like a whisper, as if I was doing something more The sound in my head was about to swell with a big movement until it exploded my head.

"No one else can hear it, it feels so far away..."

My eyes were a little sore, I looked over Yoshida Songyang to the deeper darkness of the valley, it was obviously black, but I could see the water flow, sand and stones under the shade of the cloud trees, and a small fish shuttled in the water...

"I don't want to see at all, let alone hear... huh?" I was still talking to myself, when a warm hand was suddenly covered on top of my head, I narrowed my eyes reflexively, almost passively accepting Yoshida Matsu's words. Yang's touch.

...I always feel that the whole person is not good.

What is wrong with me, in this case, I should stay away from him.

"In this world, it's as simple as there are people who eat, and there are people who cook—Feng," Yoshida Shoyo said in a low voice, and the movements of his hands were very gentle like grandma touching me, As if the strength could soothe people's hearts, there were thin calluses on his tiger's mouth, and through the thin bangs, there was a sparse touch against his forehead, which made me less confused.

"Yes, sir..." Just as there is an egg, there must be a hen.

But what does that have to do with me being able to hear crying.

"If there is pain in the world, there must be someone like you who can hear it."

Yoshida Matsuyo told me in a very firm voice—just like he once said in class that we will all become pillars of talent—tell me: "Feng must be a very remarkable person."

Is that right, probably so, I'm pretty amazing, and the little ghosts in the village are afraid of me.

"You are like a high-quality seedling now, with inherent advantages. After experiencing wind and rain, shining in the sun, absorbing nutrients, and taking time, you will eventually become a very famous person."

"But do you know, Feng." Yoshida Shoyo pointed to the shadowy forest in the distance: "Like there--excellent trees always have to experience more cruel experiences than ordinary trees, and accept more than ordinary trees. It is higher than other trees, so it can be exposed to sunlight and rain before other trees, and because it is higher than other trees, it must be baptized by wind and rain, and devastated by thunder and lightning before other trees—even, becoming an ordinary tree. A screen of trees, protecting them."

"Teacher, you want to say that trees are beautiful in the forest but the wind will destroy them?" I still answered Yoshida Songyang with a voice as if I was about to become a Buddha, but my heart gradually became clear.

"That's it, Feng." Yoshida Songyang looked at me with a surprised and gratified expression, and the corners of his lips curled up charmingly: "Your ability that is different from ordinary people is not a shortcoming, on the contrary, even I am very envious of Feng's talent. Well. But in the future, you may experience very bad things, be misunderstood, and be excluded...but you will still become a very good person in the end."

"do you understand?"

"Will it be better than the teacher?" It's just that I don't want to be a very good person, and I always feel lonely... huh?How do I understand loneliness again?

"Yes."

"Will you keep teaching a bunch of little kids how to read and count?"

"Hahaha, as long as you want..."

Hmph, I don't think about it at all. In the future, I will let my children really call me "Master Mom", so that she and he will not become the second Miwako!

I grinned and showed only half of my front teeth, and smiled a little silly, just like when I first came here, letting Yoshida Shoyang hold my hand and send me back to the bedroom.

"Then Feng can't sleep anymore when I'm in class."

I touched my nose embarrassingly: "Yes, teacher."

Yoshida Shoyo hooked the corners of his lips, showing a happy expression: "Feng has already called me teacher."

"I will call from now on, good night, teacher." In fact, what I call Mr. means teacher, but "teacher" also means mentor to me...

"Good night."

I gently closed the sliding door of the Japanese room, and let out a sigh of relief—my mentor, Yoshida Matsuyo must be such a person.

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