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

Cheap Daddy followed Andeva to attack the house.When he came, I was teaching Hongdong Meixue how to cook grilled fish.

So I took off my apron and followed some man who was legally my father into the drawing room.

Summer vacation is drawing to a close.Thanks to my heart, my homework is finally done in sevens and eighties, so I have more time to think about things that I didn't think about at all.

The man was still wearing his black trench coat, if there was any difference, it was probably because he was wearing a pair of white gloves.

Cheap Daddy doesn't like wearing gloves.To be precise, he felt that everything except the necessities would affect the performance in actual combat. Therefore, my gymnastics learning is also based on unarmed combat, and the use of knives is just an incidental practice content.

Hong Dongmei sent two cups of tea in and then backed out.

The man took off his gloves.

Protruding from the white glove were glaring wounds.Burns, the area is not small.

I stared at the back of his hand expressionlessly, "Do you want to treat it?" With today's medical level, such burns are not particularly difficult to treat, and may leave scars, but at least they won't look as embarrassing as they are now. People feel uncomfortable.

"It's not necessary," the man was silent for a few seconds, "just let it go... No, it's better to stay like this."

I said "oh", picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. The tea was still boiling hot, and when I drank it, I felt a burning pain in the esophagus.But I don't know when I started to like this kind of pain.

Only this pain can make me feel that I am still myself.

"Go home." Cheap Dad sighed.

"I don't have a home."

He looked up into my face and said nothing.

I know that what I said is all unreasonable and willful speech.No matter how I deny it, I am still just an underage child, and it may be very difficult to survive without Yuki's house.

Hong is indeed my boyfriend, but fundamentally speaking, if it weren't for Yuki's family, I wouldn't even know Hong, let alone living in his house for nothing like now.

Even Andawa's ability to tolerate my existence is somewhat due to the favor of the Yuki family.

Even so, I don't want to go back to a building that I can no longer call home.

I was afraid to face that woman named "Yuki Mengyi", and I was afraid to ask her why she did this.If I had half believed what Dabi said before I ran away from home, now I am almost sure that what he said is true.

What the Yuki family did was simply acquiescing.

"You go back," I lowered my eyelids to avoid the other party's gaze, "All Might just retired, the office must be very busy."

The retirement of "Symbol of Peace" has brought about a reshuffle of the existing professional hero situation. Andewa has changed from No.2 to No.1, and Cheap Dad's popularity among the public has also increased.

I don't know how these two people managed to come here to trouble me even when they were in a state of desperation, but even I know that as professional heroes, the energy of these two adults should not be placed on me .

Thinking about it this way, I was doing something wrong.

The man took out a document from the handbag he carried and pushed it in front of me.

"Look at it, sign it if there is no problem."

I looked at his expression suspiciously, and immediately opened the document.The content of the document was unbelievable. It was the property transfer certificate of the Yucheng family, including Daddy Cheap's existing private property and the Yucheng family's office.

"……What do you mean?"

I kind of want to laugh.

This person in front of me ruined my life, and then hypocritically asked me to go home and transfer all his property to me-but what I want is not these, what I want is a stable, ordinary childhood like a child.

This black and white agreement seems to be mocking my childhood and relatives can be exchanged for money.

"I'm sorry." The man's voice was very soft, "I know it's useless to say anything now. I'm the one who ruined your life. I just want to do my best to give you a life without any worries."

Ahhh...

It turned out to be the case.

So no matter what kind of wrong things I did, this person will try to solve it for me, so this person will ignore my abnormalities and satisfy all my unreasonable demands.

He ruined my previous life, so he wants to give me back the rest of my life where I will never be without shelter, never be troubled by existence.

But in the end, these are just his wishful thinking for self-satisfaction.

I really don't want to hate him, but I don't want to forgive him, let alone accept his compensatory things.

"Take it back," I threw the document back in front of him, "I don't need it." No amount of money can erase the past from my heart, and I don't want to take money from someone who ruined my life. Live the rest of my life.

The man looked down at the document in bewilderment. He didn't seem to expect that I would refuse.

See, this man has always been like this.

He will plan everything he can think of in advance, and then forcefully push his own countermeasures to me, asking me to follow his plan, but never ask me what I think.

Even though I knew from the beginning that he didn't mean to hurt me.

His voice was very soft, with a little cautiousness, as if I was a fragile product that would be destroyed if I spoke a little louder, "Then what do you want?"

"I don't want anything," I said, "and if you want to make it up to me, let me know the truth about it."

I wonder why my adoptive mother would do that.

I want to know why my adoptive mother chose to adopt me after destroying my family.

I don't think she should hate me, but I'm sure she doesn't like me either.I can't be sure what kind of feelings that woman has lived with me for so many years, just like I can't be sure whether I should regard her as an enemy or not.

"Okay," the man hesitated for a few minutes, and when I thought he would refuse, he suddenly stood up and held out his hand to me, "You come back with me, and she will tell you everything in person."

The last time this person did something like this to me was when I was ten years old.

That afternoon, I held his hand, so I came to Yuki's house and lived as "Yuki Niu" for five years.

The hand he stretches out now is like a signal, announcing that I am about to leave my identity as "Nyuo Yuuki" and return to the little girl named "Nyuo Akanishi".

That's probably not a bad thing.

I think.

It's time for this ridiculous farce to end, and even if I have to live with the sins I've committed, at least I can live with clarity.

Thinking of this, I raised my arm and placed my right hand on the man's hand.