[Bungo Stray Dogs] Bless the world

Yayoi looked at the little girl in front of her quietly, even though she said to her: don't steal anymore.

If you want help, you can come to me anytime.

In this case, it still failed to stop her from doing so.

Is it because you are defenseless?Is it because you think you won't punish her, so you are unscrupulous?

When she saw the little girl sneaking in to steal money, Yayoi's heart was filled with sadness again, not because of the girl's behavior, but because of...

Her own kindness did not help her.

So that's how it is.

"Why did you do this?" Yayoi stood at the door, blocking the girl's only way out, "Please tell me."

The girl hugged the money in her hands tightly, her eyes almost covered by her long and messy hair looked at the woman in front of her who asked her in this way in disbelief—and in those eyes, there was nothing but tenderness and apology .

Maybe this person can.

For the first time, this kind of thought came into the girl's heart. Even when she lost her parents when she was young, and slept with her brother in a cold bridge hole, she woke up hungry and found that the little friends crowded together were already stiff. When she was asked by the grown-ups who looked on coldly why she still lived like this——she understood the fact very well, that is——

No one will come to help yourself.

Except for the elder brother who depends on each other, there is no one who can rely on and trust.

But my brother fell ill.

His whole body was hot as if it was on fire, he kept coughing until he vomited, and he continued to vomit until there was nothing left.

If it continues like this, my brother will die too, and he will become stiff like his old friend who froze to death in the snow that winter.

The girl trembled her lips, and her chapped lips moved up and down a few times, and finally, with a crying voice, the begging voice that belonged to the child reached Yayoi's ears, "Help me." Help me, save my brother. , help me.

Strange things overflowed from the eye sockets, and then trembling teeth, trembling tongue—spouting desperate pleas for help, "My brother is dying." She finally cried bitterly, "He is dying——"

dead.

This was the first thing young Yin understood.

In any case, I don't want this to happen to my brother.

She even let go of the hands holding Qian Cai, took a few steps forward, staggered, and tightly grasped Yayoi's hands with those cold little hands with frostbite, scars and cracks, cold, rough little hands—— When holding Yayoi, it seems like I have exhausted my whole life's awareness.

That dragging that seemed to use all her strength made Yayoi step on the corner of her skirt and almost fell to the ground. "Please wait a moment." She pulled the cloak beside her and put it on her body, then grabbed the With the cane, the other hand lifted the skirt and ran with the little girl unladyishly.

At the end of the run, there is a small cave. If you just look at it from the outside, you won't care what is in the dark cave.

The little girl got into the cave first, then poked her head out after a while, Yayoi bent down and followed in - dark, dirty, crawling and living in such an unpleasant environment Small animals, and—at the end of the darkness, a small curled up mass.

The thin, stunted body curled up due to lack of care and nutrition, making dull coughing and panting sounds, as if his lungs were going to be burned by the heat in the next second.

Yayoi bent down and walked to the side of the huddled boy, just about to squat down and touch his forehead, but she just felt something rushing towards her in front of her eyes. At that moment, she subconsciously fell to the ground, and then Only then did I feel a burning pain in my neck.

He raised his white-gloved hand and lightly stroked the place where the pain came from, but there was a little red on the glove-this was the scraped blood.

Undoubtedly, just now, she was attacked in a strange way by the boy in front of her who seemed to be coughing up her lungs.

However, this move seemed to have exhausted the boy's strength, and he curled up into a ball again, his fingers twitching non-stop.

—his whole body convulsed.

Yayoi stood up and bent over to pat the dust off her body. After making sure that the boy would not—and powerless—attack herself again, she walked in front of him, took off her gloves and placed her hand on his forehead.

Very hot.

This situation is not a cold, I am afraid it may be pneumonia.

Yayoi took off the cloak and wrapped it around the boy.

Maybe it was because the boy was too thin, when she squatted down to pick up the boy who was coughing and almost lost the ability to breathe, she hardly felt any weight.

She carried the child out of the dark cave where she lived, and then, with the help of the little girl, carried him on her back.

You have to take it back to see a doctor as soon as possible, otherwise...

Otherwise, another life that the Lord cherishes will be lost in vain.

Fortunately, it seems that her master is really attached to this little life. In the process of taking the boy out of the slum, she didn't encounter any gangsters who came to find fault. Naturally, the cane prepared by Yayoi was of no use.

"This is really blessed by the Lord." Yayoi actually didn't like hitting people with a cane in her heart. For her, it was more of an elegant decoration.

When the boy was sent to a nearby private hospital, he was almost out of breath. Fortunately, because of his family acquaintance, Yayoi was quite familiar with the attending physician here, and Asakura, who was already in his 50s, looked anxious when he saw it. When Yayoi came to seek medical treatment with a ragged boy on his back, he nearly smashed his glasses to the ground.

A teenager's illness is not a disease that can be cured if left alone. Pneumonia is enough to torture a malnourished and emaciated boy of his age to death.

"Leave him to me for now." After stabilizing the young man's condition, Dr. Asakura sighed and shook his head, "This is the eighth one, right? It's nothing to keep picking up children from the slums A hobby worthy of praise." He is a doctor, also from the old Chinese family, with a bit of arrogance of a lonely nobleman.

"However, Uncle Asakura still helped me." Yayoi folded her hands in front of her body, smiling softly and humbly, "If the child is better, please let me know." She smiled slightly at Dr. Asakura bowed.

"If I have a son, I will definitely let you be my daughter-in-law." Doctor Asakura shook his head with a smile, "Sakura has never been like you." He praised his old friend's daughter vigorously, and then Complained about her daughter's rebellion and disobedience, "Not long ago, I was arguing to go to study in the UK, and I don't know who instigated it."

"Although you say that, Uncle Asakura is actually proud of Sakura." Yayoi pointed out his flaunting thoughts with a smile.

"Hmm...hahahahaha." Dr. Asakura couldn't help laughing.

When Yayoi walked out of the private clinic with an umbrella, she saw the child who came to ask for help, curled up in a small ball and hid outside the gate of the clinic. There was a pause when it came to the girl, "Can I hold your hand?"

she asked softly.

The girl who heard such gentle words trembled all over, raised her head in disbelief, and looked at the woman in front of her.

Although I held an umbrella, the weather was so dark that it looked like it was going to rain.

However, there was indeed a ray of sunshine shining down.

After Yayoi's long and persistent wait, the girl finally stretched out her hand and grabbed Yayoi's fingers with those thin hands full of scars and frostbite scars.

The hand that belongs to this sister is very warm.

It's just like--

It's like—the time when my brother tried to hug himself in a snowy winter to prevent himself from being blown by the cold wind.

It's so warm that it brings tears to my eyes.