The goal is the Faculty of Medicine of Dongdae

The boy lying on the tatami looked at the ceiling with the chandelier embedded in it. This inexplicably westernized ornate chandelier was placed in a room full of Japanese flavor, which looked nondescript.

"It really is his style, it's ugly as hell." The boy sneered mockingly.

Obviously the sun outside the window sprinkled warm orange light on the earth selflessly, but apart from the coldness, Rintaro felt only the coldness.He looked up at the shining light outside the window, but the deep twilight was reflected in his purple eyes, and the obscure clouds and mist lingered in the sky. Amid the rustling of the woods, large gray shadows gradually spread from his pupils to his face, and his black hair fluttered His eyebrows and eyes are like water waves curling in the wind.

Not only pretending to imitate the so-called most advanced Western culture, but sticking to the so-called classical Chinese etiquette.Submissive to the higher-ups, and the "weak" who can be dominated by him, are forced to live under his "rules" all the time, in order to satisfy the pathological and pitiful desire to control, it seems like this It can reflect his majesty.

Lin Taro was tired of being a 'tool' used by that person to show off, and had almost run away from home, how could he still listen to the so-called 'go back to the room and reflect on'.

The young man pushed open the window, propped his palm on the window sill, and flew down like a swallow.

He didn't care about the 'unruly' grass clippings stained on the soles of his shoes and trousers, and walked straight into the woods.

The lush trees split the sky into fragments, and it fell on the young man's fair face, as if his face was soaked in milky white milk, and like a handful of fresh snow falling on soft silk, it seemed a little Unreal purity.

This is a small hill full of small wild flowers, and the marble stone tablet is engraved with the words "the tomb of Mori Shizuo's wife, Morineko".Dark green moss adhered between the hand-carved handwriting, and fallen leaves scattered endlessly around the stone tablet. After drying, they turned into nourishment and melted into the mud without leaving any traces.

Rin Taro watched the stele quietly. Although it had been a few years since he last came, he could tell from these traces that Shizuo Mori had never been here.That's right, after all, the old guy is also afraid of having nightmares at night.

"Mother, here I come."

The voice was extremely calm, like the waves of smoke curling up on the river, and the final sound became more and more distant as the water birds on the river went away.The young man sat on the grass indifferently, with no elegance in his posture.

"Really, if my mother sees it, she will definitely be furious. After all, you are a person who attaches so much importance to the 'rules' that your father values. It's a pity that you are also buried in the ground now, and you can't see the old man half-dead from anger. What a pity."

He remembered that sometimes his mother would stare at his face in a daze, and then grab his arm more forcefully, staring at him with a rock-like persistent and terrifying look: "Rin Taro, you are my son."

At that time, he didn't understand why his mother would say that to him, until he gradually realized that his eyes were almost exactly the same as his father's.Rather than looking at him, the mother is looking at the man who dominates the family.

Thinking about it this way, when his mother was so sick that she couldn't even stand up, it seemed that once, seeing that her mother was groggy and didn't want to drink medicine, he added some honey to the medicine on a whim.When he still wanted to take a sip for his mother, the mother, who obviously didn't want to move, suddenly burst out with a terrifying aura inexplicably, she straightened her upper body from the quilt and snatched the medicine bowl in his hand. In a very angry tone, he reprimanded him not to drink medicine indiscriminately.

"So...you already knew...that your father gave your medicine a chronic poison..." The young man covered his forehead, leaning against the stone tablet, and a strange laugh came out of his throat intermittently , creaking like a beam gnawed by a mouse, "The husband kills his wife who is no longer beneficial to him for political gain, and the son feeds the poison to the mother with his own hands. It's ridiculous, really ridiculous. No wonder you are so disappointed , chose the path of death."

He smiled, then raised his head, staring at the roof that faintly exudes a decaying smell. There seemed to be absurd shadows rising from the sky above the house, and the spider webs were drawn into it in all directions, falling into the boundless abyss.

"It's a pity, mother, it's impossible to become a prominent talent. Rintaro has let you down." Rintaro wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes as if he had just laughed out loud, with a kind of tenderness and tenderness, as if kissing the fragile velvet of a dandelion. Yu's tone said, "I'm very sorry, the Rintaro you were looking forward to really looks like that man."

After all, he turned into an egoist very similar to that man.Having mastered some of the family's secrets, he could have thrown the darkness and filth into the sun to show everyone when his competitors suppressed his father. This must be what this family and that man yearn for. A brutal blow to power.

But he didn't do that, and the reason was because he couldn't completely separate himself from this family now.This is why the man sent someone to watch him and still gave him enough living expenses every month when he rebelliously left home, went to school alone and almost never came back.He gave that man an illusion, an illusion that he was only a rebellious period, but he had not become a disqualified heir, so that the man could not give up on his second son before he grew up, and gave up on a man of good character and learning. eldest son.

"My body still has that man's dirty blood flowing..."

Rintaro's pupils are as calm as an ancient pond, reflecting layers of overlapping leaves and floating slender clouds, but no figures are reflected, it seems that what he is watching is just some kind of unspeakable concept.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

He is a hypocrite, and this hypocritical family will be destroyed by a hypocrite.

It's all hilariously witty.

Rintaro stood up, casually patted the corner of the clothes, and a few slender grass stalks fell from the clothes.

"The sun will set eventually."

There is a very slight boredom passing through the pupils, like the illusion caused by sunlight falling into the eyes.

"Mother, don't feel lonely, I will send everything here to accompany you soon."

He stared at the stele, and suddenly felt that the words on the stele were extremely dazzling.Sure enough, it's better not to stand in front of mother for such an eyesore.

Fortunately, no one would come to this forest. Just after digging the tombstone and throwing the tombstone into the river, which sounds like a very rebellious act, Rintaro took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the dirt on his hands, with a relaxed expression. Turn around and walk back.

The fiery but extremely cold orange-red light shone on him, and slid down the soil along his shoulders, as if he had been mercilessly spurned by his master. His steps were brisk and not rushed, as if he was just heading for a leisurely party.

"Ah, there is a little rabbit that came uninvited."

The young man who was about to walk out of the woods suddenly stopped and looked at the hem of the patterned clothes leaking from behind the tree not far away.

The boy who came out from behind the tree looked about seven or eight years old. He was wearing a light blue long-sleeved kimono with bamboo patterns, and the belt around his waist was neatly tied. Even his expression was restrained and silent. .This child looks very similar to Lin Taro, especially the eyebrows, the similar purple eyes, but there is a slight fear in the pupils.

"Brother... brother...you are back..."

Facing his half-brother, Rin Taro just casually fiddled with a leaf he was holding in his hand. Although his eyes were bent as if smiling, the depths of his pupils were filled with a cold ice of indifference.

"Isn't this Kisuke? At this time, Mrs. Miko would let you play. It's really rare."

Those purple eyes are too similar to my father's.Rin Taro now finally personally experienced the feeling of his mother looking into his eyes. Although the expressions in his eyes were not the same, he still had the idea of ​​wanting to gouge those eyes out.

Of course, not referring to his poor brother, but the instigator of everything.