[Net King] Take away my heart

It is not the unanswered prayers that make people cry more, but the answered ones. ——Truman Capote

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"Pick up your bag, go home directly, don't go to other places...Can you be alone?...I'll go home right after I pick up Erina..."

When I walked out of the conference room, I saw Liu Sheng was carefully admonishing his disturbed mother.I don't know why, although Liu Sheng is the son, the relationship between him and his mother seems to be reversed.It was as if his mother was the worrying daughter, and Yagyu was the father looking after her.

Yagyu didn't leave the school with his mother like when he came here, but let his mother leave alone first.

"Liu Sheng-kun, it's not easy for you." After Liu Sheng's mother left, Mr. Principal came over and patted him on the shoulder, "I understand your current situation very well. It's hard for everyone when something like this happens, especially your mother is not in good health. Well, my sister is still so young... The teachers have always praised you as an excellent and obedient student. Even if this happened, you still came to class without delaying your studies... I know this period will be very difficult, If there is any school that can help, don't hesitate to say it, we will try our best to help you."

Facing Mr. Principal's concern, Liu Sheng just nodded silently.

I think I can more or less hear some implication from Mr. Principal's words. "This period will be difficult"-this sentence probably refers not only to the death of Yagyu's father, but also includes all kinds of rumors brought about by his death.

"Then, I'm sorry first."

After Yagyu bowed, he turned around and walked a few steps away when police officer Kawai came out of the conference room and stopped him.

"Ah, that Yagyu-san, please wait a moment, I have something to say..."

Yagyu stopped in his tracks. Mr. Principal glanced at him and Kawa, and left the corridor very consciously.

Officer Kawai walked towards Yagyu with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you." He said in a chatty tone, "won't you go home with your mother?"

"I still have to pick up my sister." Liu Sheng replied flatly.

Yagyu has a younger sister who is in elementary school. I once heard Lian Er say that Yagyu would be responsible for picking up this little sister to and from school every day. The relationship between the siblings is very good.

"Little sister Erina...isn't it?" Officer Kawai seemed to be inquiring about something intentionally or unintentionally, "How old are you this year?"

Liu Sheng's eyes suddenly showed a kind of defense, he seemed unwilling to answer this question.

"Nine years old, right." Before Yagyu could speak, Police Officer Hehe had already answered with a smile, "It's hard to use your head when you're old, I didn't think about it for a while. But don't look at me like this, don't call me a prisoner when you are young. I have all the information, and I can even remember everyone who knows the prisoner clearly."

Although the tone was joking, I couldn't feel any relaxation from Yagyu's face.

"...Is that all you want to say? If you finish, Erina is still waiting for me to pick her up."

Yagyu didn't intend to stay and greet Police Officer Hehe at all, he directly put his rejection and disgust on his face.

"Hey, don't worry, it won't hurt to be a few minutes late, right? It's rare to have such an opportunity, why don't we have more..."

As he said that, Police Officer Kawai deliberately stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve.But before his hand touched Liu Sheng, Liu Sheng had already stepped away alertly and swiftly.

That behavior didn't come from fear, but from an extraordinarily disgusting one.

"Yagyu-kun...you are feeling very uncomfortable."

Hehe looked at Yagyu, not only was he not angry, but he showed a kind of uncomfortable smile.

"Dad died in a car accident, and when he died, he was still with his female classmates at the same school... What did others say? A dignified barrister, could it be that he is secretly doing some kind of social aid? No wonder, after all The wife at home is like that... Liusheng-kun, I know you are very uncomfortable. You are treated coldly by others every day, you endure all kinds of rumors and malicious attacks, and you have to pretend to be nothing to go to school. It is already uncomfortable. Do you want to die? I understand it too well, and because I understand it too well...so you can't hide it from me."

The extremely cold air swam back and forth between the two of them.It was so quiet in the corridor, as if not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Tell me everything you know. Word for word."

This time, Police Officer Hehe didn't use that naughty, inquiring tone, but pressed down on Yagyu fiercely.

"Mr. Police Officer."

Yagyu did not evade Kawai's menacing eyes, he stared fixedly at the old police officer in front of him who had dealt with criminals for decades at the age of 15.

"My father is dead, my younger sister is only nine years old, you saw my mother just now, our family's reputation has been discredited... so I beg you to be kind, as long as you have the last bit of morality and sympathy left Heart... please don't provoke her any more, and don't bother my house again."

I stood at one end of the corridor, always looking at these two people with a huge age difference, but they didn't have the slightest momentum to win or lose.

An undercurrent was surging, Police Officer Hehe stood there calmly, he did not speak any more, and I could no longer read anything from his expression.

Yagyu's eyes slowly passed over the figure of Police Officer Kawai, and passed through the long corridor to this place.

What is reflected in his pupils is something more bleak than desolate, more desperate than despair.

For a moment, I felt as if he could see me, as if he was really looking at me, looking at this emptiness, transparency, and non-existent me.

Yagyu... I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you or your family, I never could have known it would get to where it is today.

I can't remember anything, I'm just powerless...too powerless.

Standing at both ends of the corridor, Hiroshi Yagyu and I looked at each other from afar.This distance, which seems to be only a few steps away, is actually so far away that it looks like the boundary between heaven and hell.

Yagyu, is it me or you who is in hell?

Every day of my life is like living a dream.

Sometimes I feel that this is reality, because I can touch the cold handrail of the stairs, feel the damp and cold air, and hear the voices of people talking, laughing, arguing, and crying.

I can freely shuttle among the crowd, walk in every street and corner, I can look up at the sky, and my eyes are stung by the dazzling light.

--help me!

--Who can help me!

However, no matter how loudly I shouted in the crowd, no one would respond to me.

Nobody can hear me, nobody can see me, I don't exist.

It's fine to just die like this, maybe it can help mom and dad lighten a burden.From the very beginning, I was the child who should not have been born. Without my existence, Jingshi might not have been cursed and lived tormented until now.

It's fine as long as I don't exist.

As long as I don't exist, everything will calm down, and Mom, Dad and Jingshi will be happy.

Happiness is available to all.

I was walking aimlessly on the road when a car coming from behind suddenly knocked me down.I rolled over a few times and lay on the ground, but then I stood up as if nothing had happened.

There was no wound, no bleeding, and even the pain was fleeting.Everything was as if it had never happened. No one noticed that I was hit by a car, no one noticed that I was lying on the ground after being knocked down, and no one noticed that I got up from the ground and looked at the car that drove away. Started screaming uncontrollably.

Why not just let me die?

Why do you torture me in this state where you can't survive or die?

Walking into the subway station, I watched a little bit of tram coming into the station from the dark tunnel on the edge of the platform.

The oncoming wind messed up my hair and made my clothes messy and crumbling.

I closed my eyes and wept in the wind.

What kind of posture should I continue to live, how should I find out the truth, how should I save myself... I found that I can't do anything, I just can't do anything.

I can only wander in a half-dream, half-awake hell.

——"Your daughter!...that bastard who betrayed her body shamelessly at a young age...she must have seduced my husband...it must be like this..."

Mama Yagyu's words suddenly echoed everywhere like an alarm bell.

I opened my eyes suddenly on the platform, and the tram whizzed by in front of me.In an instant, a memory revived in my mind.

—Do you know what you are doing!What would Yukimura think if he found out about such a shameless act!He is still in the hospital, you should at least consider his mood!

--What's the meaning?

——meaning...don't do that kind of thing again!If you are really short of money, use a more legitimate way to earn it!

- a more proper way...

——Whether it's serving dishes or sweeping the floor, isn't there a lot of serious work! ?Even if you ask someone to borrow it, it's not impossible, why do you go to such crooked ways!

--I can not understand what you say.

--you……! ?Don't pretend to be garlic!You clearly know what I'm talking about!Do you think this matter can be hidden from everyone?You don't even care about the face of your parents and elder brother... Are you a woman who can do anything for money!

——Well... yes, you are right, I really need money.Don't Sanada-kun just suspect that I'm doing assistance and communication?Yes, because I need money, I will do anything... Even if the date is Sanada-kun, do you want to buy me and try?

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Yes, you are right.

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I'll do anything because I need money.

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Even if the target is Sanada-kun.

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Do you want to buy me to try?

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The author has something to say: Note 1: Truman Garcia Capote (Truman Garcia Capote, 1924-1984), an American writer, wrote many classic literary works, including the novella "Breakfast at Tiffany's" (1958 ) and In Cold Blood (1965).

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