[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

Boom dragged me to the rest hall provided by the hospital.

The boy asked the front desk for a disposable paper cup, then took half a cup of warm water from the water dispenser and handed it to me.

I said thank you and took a sip of water.The warm liquid flowed through the esophagus, making people feel a little calmer.Without saying a word, he sat down on the empty seat next to me.The boy's eyes stayed on my face all the time, which made me feel a little bit at ease.

"Want to hear a story?" I took a breath, shaking the paper cup in my hand lightly, "Tell me in advance that the story is quite boring."

The boy nodded seriously.

"Hey, hey, you look like this, but I don't know how to speak." I smiled wryly.

"Feel sorry."

"Don't even apologize for such a thing, you..."

"……Feel sorry."

I rubbed between my brows, forcibly ignored Hong's second apology, and began to tell him the things I had hidden in the darkest corner of my heart.

I was born in an ordinary family in Hachioji.It's really an ordinary family of three, the father is an employee of a small company, and the mother is a housewife.

My biological father was not a good father, in every sense of the word.

For as long as I can remember, he seems to have been drinking heavily. Every time he finished drinking, he would rush into the bedroom and pull me or my biological mother up and hold him in a corner for a beating.I would cry loudly at this time, at first to get other people's attention, then simply to distract myself.

But when he is not drinking, he is a very gentle man.He would hold me and read fairy tales to me, and he would take me and my biological mother out to play.It's just that this kind of time is too little, so little that I have to forget that he has also been a normal father.

In the afternoon when the incident happened, he went out to eat and drank as usual, and when he came back, he saw me standing at the door of the house talking to my neighbors.

I don't know what he was thinking. When I realized it, he had been dragged back to the living room by his furious biological father.The wooden furniture hurt so much that I cried again.

The birth mother heard the movement and ran out. She wanted to stop the birth father's move, so she hugged me in her arms and protected me with her body.

At that time, many scars had been drawn on my body, and my consciousness was not very clear.By the time I realized it, my biological mother had been approached by my biological father in a corner, silently accepting the beating.

They are about as far away as the diagonal of the living room from me, presumably my biological mother did this on purpose to protect me.

This is not the first time this has happened.This situation is so common in our family that even the neighbors are reluctant to help.

The birth mother's personality is a rare healing type, but she can't heal others, she can only slowly heal her own wounds.Even if she was beaten to the point where she couldn't move freely, as long as she had a night's rest, she could still continue to do housework the next day.

The neighbors once called the police for us, but the police did not find any wounds on my biological mother when my biological father came to our house to investigate. My biological mother also lied that the wounds on my body were caused by me being naughty.

I don't know why my biological mother defended that man, but since she doesn't want to say it, I won't say it either.

Because at that time she was my whole world.

The police never came again.

As a result, things turned out like this.

I saw bright red blood flowing from the body of the woman with wine-red hair, and the liquid with a fishy-sweet smell stained the floor red, irritating my nerves over and over again.

I almost jumped up and yelled to stop my biological father.

What was I thinking at that time?

It seemed like he wasn't thinking about anything other than "Mom will die if this goes on".

But when I ran to them, it was all over.The corpses of the young couple who were distorted by external forces into human shapes lay in sight. The blood from the wound on the birth mother's body stained their clothes. Nervous.

They are dead.

I soon realized this fact.

In fact, this kind of cognition is not bad, at least no one will hit me again.However, I don't know how they died, let alone what I should do after they die.

The couple had no relatives in Hachioji, and I've never heard of any relatives anywhere else.Afterwards, the police also asked the neighbors about our family's situation, and the final conclusion was "send this child to an orphanage."

If there's one good thing the police in Hachioji did, it was that they gave me a personality test.

If it weren't for that damn personality test, I might never know how my biological parents died in my life.

"They were killed by me, with my personality."

I raised my left hand and put the back of it on my eyelid.When I closed my eyes, there was still a large, blood-like dark red in my vision, but this time, I didn't see the three people.

They probably won't come again.

Hong stood up suddenly, he walked in front of me and squatted down again, when I thought he was going to say something, the boy suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged me into his arms.

I suddenly wanted to cry.Maybe people like Hong really have some kind of power. It's obviously nothing to do with them, but they can make people feel at ease with simple physical contact.

In Stein's words, they are the real heroes.

"Sorry," the boy's voice was so soft that only the two of us could hear it, "I'm not very good at comforting people."

"No consolation," I replied, "do you mind if I get your clothes dirty?"

He seemed to shake his head.

I just held the paper cup in one hand and grabbed the clothes on his back with the other, crying loudly.

Before this, I always thought that it would be good to suffocate some words in my heart, but when those secrets were revealed and exposed to the sun, I suddenly realized that burying the past in my heart is just the most shameful escape.

I just need someone to talk to.

He patted my back and let me cry in his arms.

When the tears stopped flowing completely, I slowly let go of the boy's crumpled clothes, and raised my head.

I think I should thank you, but I don't know how to thank you.Hong also seemed to suddenly feel embarrassed, stood up stiffly, and walked back to the seat he had just sat on.

There was a suffocating silence in the air.

I was just about to get another glass of water when the aunt dressed as a cleaner suddenly walked over from the other side of the lounge.She looked at my face with the cleaning tool, and after a long while, she said something: "...to commit crimes."

I:"……?"

The aunt sighed, and babbled while bending down to sweep the floor, "I've seen a lot of young students like you, you're playful, and if something goes wrong, you'll run to the hospital, and you don't even think about what you'll do in the future..."

I seemed to vaguely understand something, and subconsciously glanced at it.The boy obviously didn't understand what the aunt was talking about, so he took the glass from my hand, "Let me pour you another glass of water."

"Young man, what about you, come back!" The aunt got angry and slapped the broom on the ground with a "slap" sound, "You look pretty good, how could you do such a thing? , I don’t know how to repent after getting someone’s girl pregnant!”

Boom It was only then that he realized what the aunt had misunderstood. He blushed and tried to explain, "It's not...she..."

"It's not what? How old is a young man who doesn't have such a little responsibility?"

The irresponsible Hong Jiaodong: "..."

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Keywords: hospital lounge, young men and women, women crying in the arms of men

Sweeping aunt: Isn't this an unwanted pregnancy?

Boss Hong who has no responsibility: I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense...

The heroine of "Meeting a Scumbag": (drinking water silently)...

ps It is very common for middle school students to have sex with Nihong. In fact, there are quite a few of them now... When I was in high school, I accompanied my best friend to the obstetrics and gynecology department (will such a black history of my best friend be hunted down? ...)