Why aren't people raising me

He obviously became agile, and even the rhythm of breathing became lighter, although it was mixed with tension and anxiety.

If it was just now, this child is like a puppet who has not yet come out of a nightmare and was only taken out of hell for a few seconds. He is numb and weak, his trembling eyes are full of erratic avoidance, and his mental state is obviously not good.

But now, whether it is daring to look into other people's eyes or the slightly raised tone, it shows that he is not affected by the dark experience at all.

……why?

Masaharu Akashi tilted his head, "Yes, you were kidnapped."

Has the kid forgotten?

"Where will I be tied up?"

The first time he heard his terrible experience, he didn't cry, but curiously asked about his whereabouts and future.

"Who am I going to be sold to?"

"I'll blackmail your family for 3000 million first, and then decide whether to tear up the ticket." Masaharu Akashi said threatening words with a gentle expression.

The boy paused, turned his head away in a bored manner, "Sir, if you're lying, don't fool me just because I'm a child..."

"You also know that you are a child, and you are still so far away from home in heavy snow." Akashi Masaharu smoothed his hair that was steamed by the heat, "Your family is looking for you."

Tsushima twitched the corner of his mouth, with a sarcastic expression, "Looking for me?"

This was his first reaction.

Then—

"It's obviously you who kidnapped me, how can you blame me for leaving home without authorization?"

really.

Gojo Satoru also realized the weirdness,

The child forgot everything related to the curse spirit, even why he left home.

They looked at each other, Masaharu Akashi covered his lips and said in a low voice, "... Could it be the brain's self-protection mechanism?"

Because I can't bear the horrible memory, I hide that memory in the snow.

But in any case, it may be best to forget.

The wind and snow outside did not know when it became heavy, and Mr. Bijian suddenly felt worried, "This snow...won't it block the road?"

Road closures by heavy snow are rare in this generation, but they are not uncommon. Wet roads can easily cause vehicles to slip, so I will deliberately set aside a period of time to clean them up.

"I'll take you back first." Akashi Masaharu said to Tsushima, and Mr. Himi, who understood what he meant, started the car and drove slowly towards the village.

"..."

Tsushima lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

Akashi Masaharu saw his resistance to the family, he leaned closer to Tsushima's face, and asked softly, "What happened?"

Tsushima is probably a big family nearby.

Although not as good as Akashi, but also richer than ordinary people.

Tsushima didn't answer the question, but asked, "Why am I here?"

He faintly realized that he might have missed something. The people in the car were very young, and he could even see that they exuded a different aura from ordinary people, especially the two white-haired teenagers, who were showing themselves to the outside world from head to toe The extravagance of the driver, the driver is just an ordinary employee, but the attitude towards them can be called respect.

Tsushima looked at his clothes, there were some stains, but nothing was damaged or lost.Wet shoes, are they traces of melted snow?Did he come out by himself?

Akashi Masaharu said, "You ran out and fell on your head. We are kind people who passed by and saved you."

Tsushima: "..."

Tsushima: "No one will believe this reason."

Akashi Masaharu was indeed a little careless, he used a coaxing attitude towards children, and his words were not as strict as those of adults, "Really, you were almost buried in the snow, fortunately we found it in time, otherwise you would have become a world of ice and snow. A part of it has completely disappeared from people's field of vision."

Unexpectedly, the child opened his eyes slightly, as if he was a little dazed, and was attracted as if he had been bewitched, "Totally...disappeared?"

The reaction didn't sound like fear.

Akashi Masaharu hesitated for a moment if he said something wrong.

And Gojo Gojo, who heard him running the train and cheating children with his mouth full of mouth, laughed and pointed his arms to join in.

"Wu, the reason you said must be outrageous compared to Yazhi." Xia Youjie, who knew his character well, stopped him in time, "Let's expose it, children are more likely to forget things."

Tsushima said, "It seems like a good thing if it can disappear completely without any life like this."

"..."

The car fell silent again.

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu stared round their eyes, and Mr. Bijian also secretly shifted his gaze to the front of the road.

This is not at all like a child saying it, or rather, it doesn't look like a normal person saying it.

Masaharu Akashi's eyes flickered, and he continued as if he was discussing some profound topic with someone, "However, if it is buried in the snow, people will find it in spring, and people will watch the tragic situation of that person. He analyzed everything inside and out."

Tsushima shook his shoulders, and only then did he show a bit of a child's liveliness, "No, that's too scary, as if the whole world is watching you make a fool of yourself."

But at this time, the father and mother seemed to be summoned by something, and smelled the breath that attracted it, and they turned their heads, giggling and asking,

"—What kind of death do you want?"

"Bang!" Xia Youjie punched him swiftly, "Something dirty came out."

Gojo Satoru raised his heels and stepped hard on the black oozing under the car seat, "Maybe this car should be cleaned."

Akashi Masaharu: "..."

He glanced back coldly, and the curse spirit that appeared on its own was froze as if intimidated. It was violently exposed as soon as it showed its head, and it slipped back like aggrieved.

Recently, my father and mother would occasionally say this sentence without obeying the command, but the number of times was so small that I could count it on half a hand.

[What kind of death do you want? 】This question must be answered, which is equivalent to the spell cast by the father and mother. If the creature does not answer, it will assign the way of death according to its mood, or automatically die of myocardial infarction after 1 minute, but this ability has not been used by humans so far. used.

But it works on humans, and Masaharu knows that.

He couldn't help tightening his arms around the child slightly, and the father and mother shrank back. The spell was interrupted, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Tsushima: "...I seem to have heard something just now."

Masaharu affirmed, "You heard wrong."

At this time, Mr. Bijian let the topic end, "The road is blocked." Looking at the sign ahead, Bijian helped the mirror frame with a headache, "It seems that we have to find a place to stay tonight, but Apart from the village ahead, there is only one house in the opposite direction that keeps us from spending the night in the car."

"Exactly." Akashi Masaharu said, "Mr. Himi, let's go to the orphanage."

Bi Jian was a little surprised, "How do you know that house is an orphanage?"

Masaharu Akashi smiled, "Because that is the orphanage I sponsored."

"……Hey?"

This is not a small information bomb, and the two people in the back seat squeezed their heads forward, "You, build an orphanage?"

"It's just a donation." Akashi Masaharu helped the child in his arms to turn around. He was lying face-to-face on his chest. After waking up, this posture was obviously a bit weird, so Masaharu spread his legs and let him sit On the chair, the space occupied by the two of them is not large anyway.

Xia Youjie asked, "Is it a charity event?"

"It's kind of small." Akashi Masaharu wrapped his arms around Tsushima's waist, acting as his safety belt,

Akashi is a well-known chaebol. With so much income every year, of course he has to give back to the society. The name of philanthropist is good to anyone, let alone a group that pays attention to reputation.

It's just that the charity field of this small orphanage is managed by Yazhi. He has been an orphan and lived in an orphanage, so he knows how many scumbags and children are suffering. , they have shelter, a warm and sheltered home.

Vehicles can only use the avenue of the village, but fortunately the orphanage is located in such a conspicuous location, after all, it is convenient for adopters and inspectors to visit at any time.

Masaharu Akashi showed his identity to the management staff, and then led a few people into the two-story villa.

The villa is spacious and has a large yard, which is usually suitable for children's activities. In the snowy evening, as the sky gradually darkens, they can see the warm yellow lights in the house, which looks very warm.

Because Tsushima's shoes were still wet, Akashi Masaharu picked him up with one hand and tried to grab the umbrella with the other. Although the movement was slightly inconvenient, it was not impossible.

But to his surprise, Xia Youjie took the umbrella one step ahead of him, quickly opened it and put it on top of his head.

Akashi Masaharu was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect to be so considerate in the same period.The other party's black eyes were shining brightly, the surrounding light was too dark, Masaharu Akashi couldn't see clearly.

Even Gojo Satoru was caught in the waist by this smooth operation, and said coldly, "Jie, you are biased."

Xia Youjie argued with him, "People's hearts are inherently biased."

"Is there an umbrella?"

"Wouldn't it be better if you drive unlimited?"

Mr. Bijian went to park the car, and several young conjurers entered the orphanage while chatting. The room was as warm as imagined. The dean was a kind-faced middle-aged woman, and the children called her mother.

"Mr. Akashi, I really didn't expect you to come, and I didn't prepare anything." She was a little embarrassed, and led a few people to change indoor shoes and brought towels,

Akashi Masaharu said with a smile, "I'm just a junior, please don't call me 'sir', I'm far from uncle's qualifications."

The dean's aunt hesitated and said yes. She looked at the three tall teenagers standing in front of her and the child who was being led, with a look of doubt on her face, "These three are...?"

"My classmate..." After a pause, Masaharu's voice contained a smile, "There is also a reckless kid who can't find a home."

Tsushima broke away from his hand, as if a little embarrassed by this description, he looked around curiously like a cat exploring a new field, and after testing the soft attitude of several people, he ran away and disappeared.

"This brat." Gojo Satoru muttered, "It really is a skinny temper."

They greeted the dean, and the two of them were quite polite in front of ordinary elders.They scanned the room and helped to remove the two teeny heads. In such an environment where children generally suffer from psychological trauma, it is only normal to have a curse spirit.

The dean's aunt took them into the living room on the first floor. Although it is a living room, it has been transformed into a large dining hall. "We haven't cooked dinner yet, and the children are in class."

In class, the teacher hired by the orphanage itself, no matter how old the children here are, they all use the same set of textbooks.

Auntie Dean probably thought that Yazhi was inspecting as a sponsor, so she was very nervous, "We pay great attention to children's mental health and education here, and we have a daily schedule. In addition to regular study and rest time, clothes cleaning , Simple housework such as making food and cleaning the room is also done by them in turns.”

Thinking of the conditions proposed by Akashi Masaharu when he funded, she secretly sighed that she was quick-witted, and added a line,

"The children feel very at ease and treat this place as a 'home'. All of them are brothers and sisters. Even if they are not related by blood, they are as close as real family members."

This is exactly what Akashi Masaharu wanted.

He wants these displaced children who are alone before seeing the beauty of the world to have hope of life again.

Xia Youjie glanced at their classroom, the children were sitting in front of decent desks, most of them were concentrating on straight backs, it was particularly obvious that those few were dozing off, but their atmosphere was clearly harmonious and warm.

child...

The softest, most fragile and purest existence, Xia Youjie's first impression of them is that they need protection.

When he was on a mission, if an adult and a child were killed together, he would give priority to protecting the young. At that time, he didn't have much energy and time to think about the reason, but when he was free, he also thought about——

Because children are different from grown-up adults, and there are more unknown possibilities. Compared with adults who have experienced thousands of sails, they are like seedlings. What a pity.

Later, he mentioned this when he chatted with Masaharu about his mission experience, and the pink-eyed boy was dull for a long time,

"...You think so?"

"What's the matter?" Xia Youjie was slightly puzzled, "It's not that adults shouldn't save them, but they can last longer, just like the strong are born to protect the weak... But in the final analysis, it's all about It’s because I’m too weak, if I’m strong enough to save everyone at the same time, how can I fall into this multiple-choice question.”

"Jie, if you are too entangled in the theory, if you follow and believe in a theorem too much, it will be very tiring."

Xia Youjie still remembers Masaharu Akashi's expression when he said this.

He didn't understand that look, but his intuition told him that the boy understood him.

It was weird, but Xia Youjie didn't bother.

Seeing such a room full of orphans, Xia Youjie recalled that scene for some reason.

"What are you staring at, Jie?" The boy's clear voice called out not far away.

Xia Youjie looked over as if recovering, but saw Akashi Masaharu and Gojo Satoru wearing a floral apron and holding up their cuffs in a posture of doing a lot.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie: "...?"

Xia Youjie: "What are you doing?"

"Make dinner for the brats!" Gojo Satoru held a scraper with one hand on his hips, "tonight's meal is curry. The brats are still in class, and they can prepare food after class. I don't know how late it will be when we eat." gone."

"No, not this." The corners of Xia Youjie's eyes twitched, "Wu, can you cook?"

Gojo Satoru is confident, "It's not a big deal, there is nothing the strongest can't do!"

Wearing funny round sunglasses, he rushed to the kitchen first, with an indescribable excitement.

Akashi Masaharu explained to Xia Youjie, "I think...he should have never done this kind of thing, it's as fresh as a young master with a net worth of over [-] million walking into the house of a slum hostess."

"..."

In the next second, a puppy apron appeared in front of Xia Youjie,

Masaharu Akashi took it for granted, "Come and help, we will be volunteers. This is an activity that you don't have much contact with. Maybe you only do this once in your entire youth."

"The whole youth...you describe it too harshly, my youth can last until the moment I die."

Akashi Masaharu let out a few laughs from his throat, "That's really great. To be able to maintain such a young mind, this life must be very satisfying."

Many people are young, but withered like old people.

Akashi Masaharu doesn't like that state, he wants to burn his life into a blooming flower,

Just like now, he can see the innocent smiles of the children rescued by him, which is different from when he could only follow behind the mailbox and eat the food he begged from the dean when he was young.

He wanted to make his life more meaningful.

In this way, when he looks back on his life after his death, what he leaves behind will no longer be regretful.

***

The three of them were squatting and peeling potatoes in the kitchen. The bench was too short, but they were not too tired with their legs curled up.

"God, you cut it so ugly!" Wu Tiao Wu was ridiculed by Xia Youjie, silently looking at the strangely shaped potatoes in his hand, and he looked at the ones in Jie's basket, all round and plump.

"...You are so skilled."

"After all, I also do housework at home." Xia Youjie, who did not expect to win a game in this field, smiled proudly, "The ones you peeled, even if you put them in a pot and stew, you can tell that they were made by you." Bar?"

Wujo Wujo gritted his teeth, "What about Masaji's?"

Jaji: "..."

Yazhi quietly moved his basket further away.

This action immediately made the other two look over suspiciously.

Gojo Satoru made a metaphor that Akashi Masaharu must have a stronger desire to show off than a peacock with a tail. He likes to show his strength and victory in a subtle but profound way, but now he is coy.

The two pressed his shoulders from left to right, looking at the potatoes in his basket.

"Puff." Gojo Satoru laughed directly, "What, I thought you were omnipotent."

There is a finished product that is more tragic than Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru's is at least a whole body, and Masaharu's is directly severed into pieces, and the volume is even smaller.

"Hahahahahaha, I thought you were already prepared when you suggested cooking..."

Akashi Masaharu is very sad, Akashi Masaharu is at a loss for words.

Listening to the laughter in the same period, he said weakly, "It's a tool that doesn't fit your hand."

"Hahahahaha you are still sophistry!"

"Wu, don't laugh too much, how good are you?"

"Just be stronger than you."

"You two, how can we cook after cutting it like this?"

"Can it be remedied?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Masaharu and Gojo Satoru patted him on the shoulder solemnly, "Please, Jie."

……

Except for some episodes of peeling potatoes, their follow-up work went smoothly. The three of them naively compared who looked more virtuous in an apron. Gojo Satoru even took several photos with his mobile phone as a souvenir.

Sensing their movement, Tsushima poked his head out from the door to observe,

"Ah yes, there's another kid." Gojo Satoru beckoned him over, "This is the survivor we saved."

Although they did not have time for the three missing passengers, it is still a gratifying thing to save a life.

"Jie, Masaji, look this way!" He raised his voice and shouted,

Akashi Masaharu stirred the soup and turned back, Xia Youjie was washing the used tools, both of them looked a little dazed, Tsushima didn't want to get close, Gojo Satoru simply took him as a distant view, as long as he showed up in the corner of the camera .

"Crack."

After the slight sound, only Gojo Satoru's handsome expression freezes.

***

The long and lively kitchen time passed. Masaharu Akashi and the dean aunt put the curry rice on the dining table together. The children had already finished class, and they were a little serious, so they didn't go to the kitchen to disturb them, but were quiet waiting.

They are not cowardly. Although they have lost their parents, their hearts are nourished by equal and true love, and they are confident and empathetic.

They were chatting, chatting with Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie.

"One black-haired brother and one white-haired brother."

The child's voice has always been clear, and his tone is slow and lovely, "The white-haired brother is like a star on TV, and the black-haired brother is like the second in command of the dark world."

"Is there a connection between the two metaphors?"

"No connection, but apt!"

"You guys are simply the best combination!" A boy stood up holding the dining table,

Gojo Satoru lost himself in the children's rainbow farts, "Yes, we are the strongest!"

Xia Youjie also got along very happily with them, "I don't want to be the second-in-command in the dark world, I still want to stand in a brighter place, otherwise I wouldn't be able to come to you."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." Xiaoluotou was deeply touched, "Brother with black hair is a good guy."

They were noisy, Masaharu Akashi interrupted the topic at this moment, "What about me, what am I?"

So the radish heads racked their brains to describe. They looked at Masaharu's face, but in fact, children have a vague concept of beauty and ugliness. Most of them judge a person by their feelings.

"I see!" exclaimed the liveliest of them, "—you look like an angel!"

Akashi Masaharu was stunned.

He was at a loss at that moment, he raised his hand to caress his ears and the back of his neck like a young boy who was confessed, his eyes flickered and lowered.

Tsushima was standing beside him, and he could have a panoramic view of his expression when he raised his head.

"Are you shy?" He said bluntly,

"A little bit." Masaharu Akashi replied with a smile, "I take it seriously."

There was laughter in the room, they took Masaharu as a witty joke, but in fact, Akashi Masaharu just thought of——

If only I could really be an angel.

Angels in public perception are kind and holy beings who can eliminate sin and suffering.

The supper bell rang in a relaxed and boisterous atmosphere, and the children were so busy filling their stomachs that they talked less, and they devoured the food, apparently to their liking.This quietly relieved the three people who were preparing dinner.

What followed was satisfaction and comfort that overflowed his chest.

Gojo Satoru poked at the potato cubes on the plate, and glanced at Jie.They are rarely exposed to such simple emotions, and have never done such a simple act of kindness that can reap a lot of gratitude. Even for them, this is just a trivial thing, but the children like them very much.

It feels... more fulfilling than expelling the curse spirit.

Being watched wholeheartedly by pairs of eyes will make them feel responsible.

Masaharu Akashi scooped up a spoonful of sticky curry when he suddenly heard Gojo Satoru calling him,

"Yaji..."

The blue-eyed boy asked him, "What are you doing?"

Akashi Masaharu smiled lightly, and sparks seemed to be ignited in his eyes, "Isn't this obvious?"

"I just want to do my best to make this world more human."

"It would be great if there were no meaningless deaths."

thump.

thump.