pyloric neuropathy has not improved

Chapter No.16

The waiters in the coffee shop gathered together curiously, and they whispered about the boy sitting by the window: handsome, with rare red hair, but it would not be hot and forceful, but would only think of beautiful and handsome words .Behavior is polite and gentlemanly, when American coffee is placed in front of him, those green eyes like lakes will look over with a smile, and the voice of saying "thank you" is as pleasant as a dream.

There is no middle school nearby, such guests are too rare.They were discussing, but they didn't pay attention to the mother and daughter in the corner with a strange atmosphere.

"Have you lived well? Xiaoling?"

"..."

"I saw you, in the photo on the phone... Ah, it's not mine, it's two boys who came to the convenience store, they took the phone and said that the girl in the photo was playing the piano at the school festival, I suddenly I can tell... Are you still playing the piano? That's great, you still remember what I taught you when you were young..."

Rin lowered her head.Her eyes stayed on the cappuccino's milk foam in front of her, as if she could become soft and cute like latte art after watching it for a long time.

But this was obviously impossible, so she still sat upright in the booth, with her back straight, the cold freezing from her fingernails all the way to her spinal cord, only her neck drooped strangely and stiffly.

The woman talked a lot more trivially, and finally stopped, looking disappointedly at the girl in front of her.

"Why don't you talk, Xiaoling, don't you remember your mother?"

silence.

The woman pursed her dry and chapped lips, picked up the bill on the table, waved to the waiter, and said with a forced smile, "Mom is here today, just to see you..." The waiter hurried over to check out, she continued Said, "Those two boys said that their school is very good, but the pressure of study is very heavy... I am relieved that you are doing well in other people's homes."

"Is that what you wanted to say to me?"

"What?" The voice was too weak, overlapping with the voice of the waiter reporting the amount, the woman couldn't hear it clearly.

Rin looked up, "Wait a minute, please."

She reached out to stop the bill that the waiter was holding, without looking at the woman in front of her, her voice was calm, "I only have one thing to say to you."

"Please don't come to me again."

The woman stopped what she was doing and stared blankly at her getting up and leaving her seat.Several banknotes are on the table.

"I'll pay this time."

Dingling—the wind chimes at the entrance of the coffee shop rang, and the waiters subconsciously said in unison: "Thank you for coming, please come again next time!"

Rin walked towards the supermarket at her original destination. When she entered the door, the salesperson wanted to say hello, but when she saw her expression, she hesitated to speak.Am I looking weird now?She asked herself silently in her heart, then changed her mind mockingly: probably it wasn't weird—it was scary.

"I've never seen anyone like that," a hand reached out of nowhere, placing a post-it note on the spice aisle. "Obviously being asked to purchase, but I left the list aside and stared at miso for half an hour."

Rin came back to his senses and gave him a supercilious look. "Not half an hour—five minutes at most."

"Congratulations, it's less than 5 minutes, four minutes and 32 seconds to be precise." Nanye said with a smile.

Rin took the accidentally lost note from the shelf again, and she pushed the shopping cart to the other end of the aisle, only to hear the other party say, "Your mother is crying."

The wheels of the spinning shopping cart stopped.Minano quietly looked straight at the straight figure.She couldn't lift her head all the time—maybe she didn't even realize it.

"... She does this often." After a while, Rin answered him.

"Cry often?"

"Correct."

"He's a very weak person." Nanye thought thoughtfully, "It's not like you at all."

"I'm not much like either of them."

The memory of my father has long been blurred, and I only remember the scolding of "I don't look like anyone, whose child are you?" when the wine bottle hit me.There is nothing similar to the mother, except for the same light brown pupils, but the innocent and innocent color in the mother's eyes is like two glass beads in the daughter's eyes. The shadow and despair gradually sink and condense into a single layer. Thick frost.

"Are you surprised?" There came a low laugh, blurred by the fact that his back was facing, Nanye could still hear what Rin was saying: "It was me who wanted to leave that house, I was not abandoned by my parents—— She also came to see me."

"It was a surprise." Nanye admitted.

He had known for a long time that Rin was an adopted child of the Xuecun family, but he did not expect that her parents were neither dead nor abandoned.Rin didn't know, but Yusuke accidentally mentioned to him the reason why Keiko rushed out the door with an umbrella: I saw her sitting on the side of the road, next to the garbage dump, but she didn't even want to find a cardboard box that was in the way. He just mechanically patted off the snowflakes on his body, as if he no longer wanted to think about how to continue living.

"Then let me tell you something even more surprising."

Rin turned her head, and Nanye looked at her. Under the lights of the supermarket, those light brown pupils were extremely bright, and the corners of her lips were raised strangely, as if she was about to giggle in a second.

"I am not a monster." She said sweetly, "But I have killed people before."

……

do you know?Xiaoling?In my mother's hometown, a beautiful flower grows along the street.

Yes, mom is not from Tokyo.My mother’s home is far away. You have to take a boat, then a train, and a tram. You have to walk a long, long mountain road until you reach a lake with many butterflies. , where there are many flowers, that is my mother's hometown.

The shape of that flower - kind of like a bell.The color is not very pretty, but it can sing.You haven't heard it before, the sound of the wind blowing through the mountains, humming, sometimes whistling, and when it touches the petals, it will turn into a ding-ding-dong-dong, the flowers are singing, It's really like a bell.

That kind of flower only blooms in summer, so butterflies only come in summer.In winter, the lake will freeze, and everyone will not be able to see such beautiful flowers, and they all feel very missing. If a girl is born in the family at this time, they will name her Rin, which is the bell of Hualing... …

"But mother," she said ignorantly, "I was born in July."

The woman touched the top of her head tenderly, and smiled with the corners of her mouth drawn. There was blood flowing down the side of her face, and hit the tatami mat, forming several bright red dimples.

"No, you are the child of winter."

Boom!

The overturned wooden table fell on the woman's back, and her black hair and limbs spread out, like a dying octopus.The pale finger bones moved convulsively, but there was no more sound.

"Damn, crazy woman." The man looked down at the unconscious woman, and laughed again drunkenly. He lit the cigarette with the lighter, squinted at the cigarette butt after lighting for a long time, and nodded with satisfaction, "Come—— Xiaoling, come here, Dad will teach you how to draw flowers." The sparkling cigarette butt slowly burned on the back of the woman's hand.

The woman trembled and cried in a low voice.She didn't dare to make too much noise. If she shouted, she might be strangled to death. The rope bruises on her neck still showed this fact.

But the man still felt noisy: "It's so noisy! I just cry every day, cry, cry, cry..." He fumbled with one hand behind his back, finally found the wine bottle, and threw it on the top of the woman's head without looking at it.

This is his most convenient weapon. For the past few years, he has been using them to torture his wife and only daughter every day, and he plans to continue in the future—when he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, he seized He had been thinking this way until he exerted all his strength.

"You actually..." He widened his pupils before death in surprise, and saw his only daughter pull out the fruit knife in his hand without hesitation.Blood spurted out, staining the expressionless face red, and then swiftly threw away the knife, and moved the wooden table on the mother's body without even looking at him.

The metal and the cigarette butt fell to the ground together, only the former made a heavy sound.

Snapped!

She regained her senses, but was stunned again by a loud slap in the face.

"How could you do this!" The woman's heartbreaking scream pulled her back to reality.

She had never seen the other party so angry, even though she couldn't support her body, she still tore her long hair, screamed, crawled as much as she could, and threw everything she could reach at her - her eyes went black, and then passed The sharp pain came when a beer bottle was thrown and hit his forehead.

Even when being beaten by a man pulling her hair, a woman has never resisted so hard.

"He is your father! He is my husband! You killed him, how can we survive? What will we do in the future? What will I do? How will we survive, how will we survive, what will I do..."

But obviously she has been relying on the woman's odd job money to make ends meet, even the man's wine is not his own money - she looked at the woman blankly, but all she responded was a heart-piercing scream.

"Why did you kill him? You crazy!"

"As you can see, before meeting Keiko Yukimura, there was no such person as 'Rin Yukimura' in the world." Xiao Yan Wang picked up the remote control, paused the screen on the TV, and turned to the office chair next to him. The person explained, "Her previous surname was 'Takeda', although the pronunciation of her name is still RIN, but the Chinese character is '铃'."

"On Takeda Ling's eighth birthday, she personally killed her father, who had been drinking and domestic violence, but was rejected by her mother. She beat and scolded her when they met for half a year, refused to have normal communication with her, and even put Pesticides. After discovering that she was poisoned, Suzu Takeda left home and met Keiko Yukimura."

"But why did she suddenly have the eyes of spiritual vision when she was 11 years old? Still can't find the answer."

Standing next to him was Kurama. "So you still granted her request to become a detective in the spirit world after knowing that she had murder experience."

"It's better to say that she has killed people in her resume." Xiao Yan Wang corrected him seriously, "If she is just 'Yukimura Rin', without the past of 'Takeda Suzu', she is just an ordinary person That's all."

"Ordinary people with spiritual eyes?" Cangma smiled.

Little Hades didn't answer him directly. "Why do you suddenly want to know Takeda Suzu's past?"

"Maybe, to get closer to Yukimura Rin?"

Baozi shook his head maturely. "I really don't see any need for it, unless..." He seemed to think of something, and picked up a file from the table, "I understand, but it's not your fault."

"I used to think so too, just like I used to think that I had become a human being instead of that indifferent monster."

Kurama stood up, "I don't want this to be all a mistake."