I used 300 JPY to catch up with my parents

Fuheshier took a deep breath, making sure he wasn't dazzled.

"Miss Yingjiang, did you fill in the wrong number?"

300 million yen is a small amount.

For him, he could finish the game in half a day, even if he used it to buy magic tools, he could only buy a medium one.

But Yingjiang didn't plan to give more, people from the Fuxi family always valued benefits and cherished money, otherwise this family would not have amassed a huge amount of wealth.

"Master Fuhei accepted this commission, and the amount of reward offered is this amount. Now that the commission is terminated, you can take the money and leave."

All the luggage had been packed for Fuheshier, and his arsenal was filled with an empty flower pot and left at the gate of the manor.

It seems that their goal from the very beginning was to get Fuxi back, the entrustment was just a cover, and he was a tool man.

Fu Heisher was not happy.

20 billion US dollars let him leave Fuxi, and he will disappear from Japan now.

300 million yen let him leave Fuxi, sorry, he will share a room with her tonight.

"I will not betray my best friend." Fuheshier picked up the arsenal and threw the check to Yingjiang, "Don't use this kind of small money to insult our friendship in the future."

To insult, it takes big money.

"Fu Heisher, didn't you take this mission just for the 300 million yen? What else do you want?" Yingjiang's face became distorted, "You don't really think that Miss Fuxi will send the whole family to Shall I play for you?"

This is one of her concerns.

Fuxi is the only heir, inheriting the coolness of this family in his bones, but he is not greedy.

She doesn't get close to anyone, and she doesn't have any obsessions at all.

No obsession means no weakness.

If the Patriarch's position is inherited by her, she may do better than the previous Patriarch, or she may give it away the next day.

No one knew what was going on in her mind.

"I came here because of 300 million yen, but it was for entrustment, not to abandon my friend." Fu Heshier said.

He bit the accent on the word friend, and suddenly found it ridiculous.

A friend who could sell for money, but finally decided not to sell because the money was not in place.

He threw her on the scale of matter.

The road from the garden to the room seemed extremely long, and the street lamps dragged his shadow very long.

In this hunched and aged shadow, he saw his life in the mud.

You don't know whether you are expected or not before birth, but it's a joke after birth.

It's a joke in every way.

Born without magic power, but born in a family of magic spells, his parents and siblings look down on him.

When I grow up, I can’t get drunk after drinking, I can’t win horse betting, I have no money in my pocket, and I have no friends around me.

He is very popular among rich women, but others only love his skin and strength, other than that - he can't find any other advantages in himself.

Many of his peers changed jobs and left, and an acquaintance told him that the future will not go very far for a boy who relies on his body for food and an anti-social magician killer.

He scoffed.

He never thinks about the future.

Two feet appeared in the field of vision, stepping on his shadow.Interestingly, just stepping on the edge of his head, it seems that two horns have grown out.

"Why are you so slow?" the girl asked him, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing."

He slowly raised his face and saw Fuxi handing him an apple.

"Eat apples, which are produced in Aomori. They are the only ones in this manor that are not bad."

The apples have been peeled, have not been oxidized, and are in the freshest state.

Fu Heisher took a bite, and it tasted really good.

"In China, apples represent peace and happiness." Fuxi looked at him with a smile, "Good health and peace are the greatest happiness. Mr. Fu Hei, I hope you will be happy forever."

Ah.

Probably only patients would say such things.

People always want what they lack.

Fuheshier, who is physically strong, can't understand this kind of happiness.

"Which young boy do you want to draw this time?" He gnawed on an apple while watching her draw.

"I want to paint you." Fuxi asked while adjusting the paint, "Can I?"

"No, I'm not a young boy."

"Then I won't draw."

Fuxi bowed her head and folded a flower out of paper, then poured out paint, colored the flower, and painted it into a pansy.

Viola is a flower that does not exist in the world.

Fu Heisher said curiously: "Every head of your family seems to have to pick a kind of flower to take pictures with."

"That's a symbol of every generation."

Fu Heisher asked again: "Have you thought about what flowers to choose?"

"I can't think of it, I like too many flowers." Fuxi counted with her fingers, "Cherry blossoms, sunflowers, peach blossoms, snowflakes, wooden fish flowers..."

"Stop!" The first three are still normal answers, but what are the last two.

Fuxi burst out laughing, and handed Viola to Fu Heisher.

"Here, go and put it in the garden, pay attention to fix it, we will definitely catch the thief."

"Are you fooling the child?"

"You're right, the thief is really a child." Fuxi put away her paintbrush and said with her chin resting, "...because I saw him."

Fu Heisher went to the garden to finish planting flowers, and just came back when the phone rang again.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, he frowned and wanted to hang up immediately.

"Let me pick it up." Fuxi stretched out her hand for the phone, "I'll call so many times, it doesn't look like a prank."

"It's not a prank, and I won't help people find my son." Fu Heisher threw the phone to Fuxi, and still warned, "Don't make up your own mind."

"OK." Fuxi made a gesture, and then pressed the answer button.

"Master!" The woman's voice came from the phone.

Just as Fu Heisher was about to smack his lips, Fuxi immediately covered his mouth.

"Master, please help me find Kokichi!"

Fuxi: "Don't worry, we will help you find your son."

Fuhesher: "!!!"

"What do you promise? Give me your phone!"

He would not take this kind of job, and naturally he would not promise others indiscriminately.

But a step too late, Fuxi pressed the handset on the phone and put it on her chest.

Fu Heisher's hand grabbing the phone froze in mid-air.

Hey!

It's really stuffy.

Fu Heisher snorted and withdrew his hand.Even if he could break her neck, he couldn't put his hands in her clothes for a while...

"Madam, hello, I am a disciple of Master [Rich Woman, Hungry, Fanfan]. If you want to find your son, please don't talk, listen to me, and shut up first. Otherwise, I will hang up immediately and destroy the calling card .”

Fuxi's tone of voice seemed to be a different person, full of force, full of indifference, completely different from her usual appearance.

The woman was silent.

"If you have headphones, put them on. If not, find a place where your husband or other members of the family won't find you. By the way, go to the bathroom."

"Lock the door, turn on the faucet near the door, and go inside."

After a while, the sound of splashing water came from the mobile phone. The woman walked inside, and the sound of water gradually became smaller again.

Fuxi said again: "Now you can talk, first tell me the details about your son. Think clearly whether you want to vent your emotions or seek help."

"Master Wuwu, I—"

"If you want to cry, cry in your husband's arms. We don't have time to listen to you cry. I will take tens of seconds to adjust your own state."

Fu Heisher looked at Fuxi with interest, seeing her child-like side too much, and rarely seeing her adult-like side.

...it looks pretty reliable.

Fuxi began to count down: "Ten, seven, five, two—"

Fuhesher: "???" Can you count?

When Fuxi counted to one, the woman finally stopped crying, and said with difficulty: "My son is Yu Xingji, and he is five years old this year."

"Well, the name of the missing person, Yokokichi, male, five years old. I wrote it down. Does he have other characteristics? When and where did he disappear?"

"My son is a magician."

The woman actually mentioned the sorcerer, Fuxi paused, and said, "Then are you a sorcerer? Or is there anyone in your family who is a sorcerer?"

"My husband and I are neither. We don't even know what a magician is. Someone who claims to be a high-tech professional took him away." The woman sniffed and said miserably, "I still don't know why. He was very healthy when he was born, but the child was born without both legs and right hand."

Fuxi narrowed her eyes slightly.

She looked at Fu Heisher, who was also looking at her.

Fuxi asked again: "May I ask, is your son bound by heaven and curse?"

"Yes! That's what those people explained. They said my Kokichi was destined to become a magician."

"I don't want him to be a magician. I just want him to stay with me. I discussed it with his father. We won't have any other children. But last month the high school told us that Xingji died..."

The woman's family background is very average, and she cannot afford the high medical expenses. It is the high school who bears all the expenses, and Xingji barely grows up to five years old.

Because of the loss of both legs and right hand due to Tian He Shu Fu, he has no sensation below the waist and cannot see the light. He can only continue his life in the hospital with nutrient solution.

From birth to death, no matter how powerful the spells and spells are, the main body has been trapped in such a remnant body.

Instead of despairing, the parents decided not to have other children, but to keep him alone.

Fuxi has no parents, so she can't understand this kind of family affection.

Fu Heisher has parents and no parents, and it is difficult to understand this kind of family affection.

"I probably understand. I'll give you an address. You can find a way to come here. We can discuss it face to face." Fuxi thought for a while and said, "Don't tell your family that you are looking for a son, they may not be as strong-willed as you. You say you came to see the flowers, because there is a beautiful garden here."

"Master, you are amazing!"

The woman suddenly became excited, and her voice was so loud that Fuxi almost covered her ears.

"Low-key." Fuxi half-jokingly said, "I'm a demigod."

"The master actually knows that I like flowers!"

Because she trusted Fuxi, her tone revealed a joy and ease that was not there before.

"Flowers are my favorite."

Fuxi smiled softly: "Girls like flowers."

"My son also knows that I like flowers. He said before that he would give me a garden in the future."

"He's a very good boy." Fuxi took the phone out of his clothes and returned it to Fu Heisher, "We will definitely help you find him."

"My son must still be alive. He comes to give me a different flower every day. There is a heart on the flower—"

"What did you say?"

Fu Heisher had already hung up the phone, and the other party suddenly popped out a heavyweight message.

There is a flower received every day.

A flower is lost here every day.

Gao Zhuan told the other side that the child died.

Gao Zhuan is unwilling to accept the commission here.

child.

Something shorter than a bush.

All kinds of clues were strung together, and a bold hypothesis appeared in the minds of both of them.

"This is too coincidental." Fuxi said, "Maybe this is fate."

"That group of sanctimonious guys in Gaozhuan are too shameful." Fu Heisher complained, "I don't know how to give some money after taking other people's children."

"Giving some money is not enough." Fuxi interrupted him, "Human beings attach great importance to parent-child relationship. Who would sell their son with money? Is that kind of person still human?"

Fu Heisher: "...cough."

"But this is just my personal guess. I don't understand this kind of emotion. In the final analysis, the relationship between a child and his parents is nothing more than entering this world through the body of his parents."

Not only does she not understand this kind of emotion, but most of the emotions are difficult for her to understand.She always looks at the problem with the optimal solution, and wins everything with the least effort.

"For ordinary families, a son who was born without legs, no matter how powerful the spells and spells are, is just a waste," Fuheshier said.

Just like him who is physically strong but has no magic power, in the Zenyuan family, everyone hates him.

He recalled his past experience, feeling restless, and suddenly saw crystal snowflakes floating above the room.

How can it snow in June?

Fuheshier's memory was brought back to the afternoon of his youth, when he rented an apartment in Qingshui not long after he left the Zenyuan home.

Life is like mud, and he is also mud. The mud lies in the mud and doesn't want to move.

A snowflake fell on the corner of his lips, which was icy cold.

Another snowflake fell on his palm.

The snow stopped soon.

Fuxi opened her eyes.

"You really lived in Qingshui." Fu Heisher rubbed her head and asked, "Why didn't you admit it before?"

Fuxi suddenly hugged him.

"Mr. Fuhei, I want to ride, you."

The most serious tone, the most serious words.

If she said this, then he wouldn't be sleepy.

"You want to ride, me? Are you sure you want to pick this time?"

Fu Heisher looked down at Fuxi from top to bottom, and hesitated for a moment: "Your current body can't bear it."

"It's okay, I took the medicine."

Taking medicine to tease him, Fu Heisher felt weird and moved.

Fuxi leaned against his chest and patted his back with her hands.

"Your physical fitness is very good, stronger than a cow, more arrogant than a wild boar—"

The more you listen to it, the more outrageous it becomes.

"Your skin is itchy again?"

Why not use animals to compare his majestic body with the tyrant's body?

"It should be very stable to ride on."

"Of course I'm stable." The experienced Fuheshier floated away, "But you should change the time, I really don't recommend it now, don't vomit blood again. I can't run away, why are you in a hurry?"

"No, it's now." Fuxi sat up straight, with deep eyes, "If you vomit blood, you have to ride, and if you die, you have to ride."

"..." Such a strong awareness.

2 minutes later.

The cobbled path of the vineyard.

Fu Heisher was running fast with a sullen face, and on his neck was riding Fuxi who was holding a telescope in his hand and looking around for the target.

"Smelly brat, what you call riding, do you mean using me as a mount?"

The author says:

Fuxi: My name is a knight.

Shir: Fuck.

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