summer oil students

The world is really trying its best to tell me that I am not welcome anywhere.

The relative Mrs. Ernst mentioned was an uncle from a distant room named Imura. He was suspicious and paranoid when he was young, but now he is getting worse when he is old, and he is also an alcoholic.

There is almost no mobility of people in the village. Although there are new students and deaths, the number of households has remained at a dozen or so.

Except for the newly married woman, the people in the village grew up, and from birth to death, they all knew the truth, and there were almost no secrets.My appearance became a rare event, and once attracted the villagers to watch.

I was soon told of Imura's "brilliance":

When the first wife was pregnant, Imura suspected that he had been cheated on by his wife because of a few jokes with his neighbors. During the fight, the child disappeared and his wife ran away. He still insisted that he did nothing wrong.

Later, after marrying his second wife, it got worse. He didn't even let his wife out of the yard, and he had the bad habit of beating others, so the second wife also ran away.After the notoriety spread, no one was willing to marry him, so he has been single until now.

Isn't this just a scumbag?I thought so.

The person who said it had a gossip-satisfied expression on his face.After all, it's meaningless to talk about things that everyone in the village knows. Gossip is only meaningful if you tell people who don't know.

In the end, I don’t know whether it was out of good intentions or because I was satisfied with his gossip, and he emphasized it to me several times: "Old man Jingcun has a habit of beating people. If you see something wrong, run out of the yard."

"Look at your small body, be smart, don't get beaten to death!"

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The Yasui family is the kind of family that is definitely not rich at first glance. The house is old, with a large area of ​​peeling wall skin, and the exposed brick cracks are covered with moss. There is no wall but a crooked tree branch fence to barely surround it.

On the contrary, there is a very big and eye-catching tree in the yard. The trunk is as thick as four or five people surrounded by it.

"That's a sycamore tree." His not-so-tall body couldn't stand up straight due to the oppression of life and the years of polishing. Mr. Yasui walked in slowly from outside the yard with a hip flask in one hand and the other behind his back. , Seeing me staring at the tree in a daze, explained to me: "It's been decades, I planted it when I was a child."

"Grandpa Yasui, hello, I'm Yuki Yasuo, please give me your advice."

I didn't dare to say that what I was looking at was not the tree, but the birds on the tree.

The bird on the tree has splendid feathers mixed with gold and fiery red, and long dazzling tail feathers. It is shaped like a peacock but its color and tail feathers are more like the legendary phoenix. There are more than one pair of eyes, and the eyes are not birds. The round eyes are similar to human eyes, and at first glance, they are not creatures that can exist in this world.

There was a monster with many tongues in the bird's beak. Halfway through eating, the monster was still struggling. He seemed to feel my sight, and several eyes stared at me, blinking in turn.

I was startled, and quickly lowered my head to look away, only the shadow of the tree on the ground.Sure enough, except for its appearance, it was a creature similar in essence to an ugly monster whose eyes hurt.

"Your room is here." He underestimated in a low voice while leading the way, "Oh, it's so troublesome. I've already said that I don't want to raise it. This kind of kid who is sensible can't be raised at first glance, okay?"

He must have never imagined that I have good hearing and listened to every word.But since he didn't say it out loud, I pretended I didn't hear it.

My room was obviously used as a storage room before, and now only half of it is barely cleaned up. A bed, a table, a chair, and a cabinet are placed in the vacant half of the room. It looked empty.

"Let's talk about it first. All I can give you is this sleeping room and three meals a day. You don't have to think about more."

"Yes."

"Wash the clothes by yourself, and you have to cook by yourself when I'm not around. Can you cook?"

"know a little."

"That's good, you can clean up first."

He paused for a moment, turned around and went out, I heard him ask full of doubts, "It's strange, the kid in the city learns to cook at such a young age?"

I put the books on the table and put the clothes in the cabinet, feeling at a loss.Simply open the book and start reading, because I don’t know what to do anyway, do I?

"Little devil! Do you have to be called even to eat?"

It turned out that it was already night before I knew it. I hurried out and the meal was ready. On the table was a plate of pickles, a plate of fried eggs, a plate of fried Chinese cabbage, and two bowls of rice.

The taste is about the same level as mine.

"Little ghost, I warn you, even if you are not used to eating, there is nothing else to eat. It is best not to waste food, or you will go to hell after you die." Grandpa Anjing blushed while drinking, and babbled in his mouth. stop.

At night, I lay down under the quilt, and the quilt actually smelled like it had just been exposed to the sun, which was very warm.

Ah, I wonder how sister Aiko is doing now?She cried a lot when she parted, but that's okay, the bond between people is short and fragile, and she will get used to it in a few days.

For a moment, I thought that the new life might be good too?