Tokyo Literary Godfather

"Mr. Fujiwara, what should I do..." Arimasai seemed panicked, "She discovered my secret."

"Hey, hey." Arima Keixiang turned around dissatisfied and said, "I'm your sister, right? Shouldn't you tell me your secrets first? What if I find out?"

Aruma Jianzhai didn't say anything. This was actually a ploy to emphasize that once his secret was discovered, Arima Guixiang would be able to ignore the fact that he called her a dead pig.

"Okay, Jiansai, go back, you don't have to stay with me here anymore." Arima Guixiang said.

"Well, ah, good." Arimasai said, looking at Kei Fujiwara and then at his sister.

"I'll talk about the matter of you scolding me as a dead pig later." Arima Guixiang looked at Arima Jiansai with a smile.

Youma Jianzhai's expression changed, and he left quickly.

Arima Jiansai walked away in three steps and turned around. Arima Guixiang looked at the bag of food in Kei Fujiwara's hand and asked, "What's delicious in it?"

"Uh...Scallion chicken rice and dessert, do you want some? I can't finish it all by myself."

"Forget it, how can you casually give to others the kindness that the little girl gave you?" Arima Guixiang said, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Why even you..."

"Okay, I'm just kidding you." Arima Guixiang looked down into the paper bag, "Give me the red bean soup."

Fujiwara Kei handed over the iron box filled with red bean rice cakes. Arima Keixiang took it and said: "Then I will go back first, and you should go to bed early, respected teacher Fujiwara."

Saying that, he slammed the door shut.

"Yin-yang weirdness..." Fujiwara Kei muttered and returned to the room.

Kei Fujiwara ate grilled chicken rice with green onions and some desserts. Since he had just woken up, he was very energetic. He read the book until midnight, then felt a little tired, so he turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The next day, Kei Fujiwara didn't wake up until the sun was high. When he woke up, there was a bag of cherries on the bedside table.

The cherries had been washed. Fujiwara Kei took a bite. They were very sweet and the juice was like honey. There was also a post-it note on the paper bag: I wish us a speedy recovery. By the way, don't touch the cherries in the lunch box, it's for that kid Morimata.

Next to it was the iron box that contained the red bean soup yesterday, which was also filled with cherries, which was heavy. Kei Fujiwara stood up, walked out of the ward, asked the nurse about the ward where the person who had undergone appendicitis surgery two days ago was located, and then went to visit.

Fujiwara Kei saw Inoue Riho's name outside the ward and knocked on the door. Inoue Riho's voice came from inside: "Please come in, is it Morimata?"

Kei Fujiwara opened the door and said with a smile, "Miss Inoue, it's me."

Riho Inoue was startled when she saw Kei Fujiwara, and subconsciously wanted to get out of bed, but the wound on her abdomen made her feel pain, and she frowned subconsciously.

"No need to be polite, just lie down." Kei Fujiwara said, raising the iron lunch box in his hand, "I'm here to return this."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujiwara, I just learned that you are also in this hospital, but I just had surgery and it's not convenient for me to visit, so..."

"It's okay, I'm fine, but you need to take good care of yourself." Kei Fujiwara put the lunch box on the bedside table casually, "How do you feel now?"

"It's not bad. The operation went smoothly. When the appendicitis first broke out, I just thought I had a bad stomach. I endured it for a long time. It wasn't until Mori Mata came back that he noticed something was wrong and sent me to the hospital."

"Sen is a smart child again." Kei Fujiwara nodded in approval, "Now she is able to shoulder the important responsibilities of the family."

"Who says it's not the case? Sometimes I feel a little ashamed. When I am with her, I feel like a child who needs to be taken care of at all times..." When Inoue Riho talked about Morimata, her face was full of spring and her face became much rosier. As a As a mother, the topic that interests her most is often the topic about her children.

It’s not like Kei Fujiwara has never dealt with parents, so he knows best what topics to talk to them about.

Inoue Riho continued: "Having said that, I would like to thank you. If it weren't for you..."

"Ah, Mr. Fujiwara, please sit down." Seeing Kei Fujiwara standing, Inoue Riho quickly pointed to the chair and said.

As soon as Fujiwara Kei sat down, the door of the ward opened, and Inoue Mori walked in panting again, holding two bouquets of flowers in his hand.

Inoue Mori's little face turned red. When he saw Fujiwara Kei, he said with surprise and joy: "Teacher Fujiwara, why are you here?"

"Let me see your mother." Kei Fujiwara stood up and said with a smile.

Inoue Mori came over again, put a bouquet of flowers into the vase on the bedside table, and then handed another bouquet to Kei Fujiwara: "Teacher Fujiwara, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you, Morimata." Kei Fujiwara took the flower, thanked him with a smile, and then turned to Riho Inoue and said, "Then I won't disturb you mother and daughter. I'm leaving first."

Inoue Mori subconsciously wanted to keep Fujiwara Kei here, but seeing Riho Inoue sitting on the bedside, tensing her upper body nervously, she kept her words to persuade him to stay.

Fujiwara Kei held the bouquet and left. The moment he left the ward, Inoue Riho breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and her whole body relaxed.

Seeing his mother's appearance, Inoue Mori couldn't help complaining: "Mom, don't be so unfamiliar in front of Mr. Fujiwara. He is very nice."

Inoue Riho said: "Of course I know Mr. Fujiwara is a good person, but...you still have to be polite."

Riho Inoue sighed silently in his heart, saw the iron lunch box on the bedside table, and wanted to put it away, but found that the lunch box became heavy.

After opening the lunch box, I found that it contained a whole box of bright red cherries. The cherries had obviously been washed, and there were still clear water drops hanging on them. Each one was plump and bright red, and you could smell a refreshing fragrance when you opened it.

A sweet smile suddenly appeared on Inoue Morimata's face, and he casually pinched a cherry and stuffed it into his mouth: "Mom, the cherry given by Mr. Fujiwara is so sweet, you should try it too."

As he spoke, he picked up one and stuffed it into Inoue Riho's mouth.

"Mom, what kind of person do you think Mr. Fujiwara is?" At this moment, Inoue Mori asked again suddenly.

"Hmm..." Although she didn't know why her daughter suddenly asked herself such a question, Riho Inoue still thought about it seriously.

"Teacher Fujiwara is a very talented and considerate person." Riho Inoue raised her head slightly, recalling the few interactions between herself and Kei Fujiwara, "He... is also very gentle and willing to help the weak. And help, a very trustworthy person."

"Well, I agree too. But Mom, I think Fujiwara-sensei is also a very pitiful person." Inoue Mori said again suddenly.

"Poor?" Riho Inoue opened her eyes slightly in surprise, as if she didn't quite understand why this word was used for Kei Fujiwara.

Poor is not a word of praise, but Kei Fujiwara is a person who seems to have everything, wealth, industry status, and reputation, he has it all. And he is still young and middle-aged, with a healthy body and a lot of time to enjoy these things, how can he be called a poor person.

"Teacher Fujiwara has no family. In fact, he is lonely most of the time. Many people approach him because they hope to get something from him. I have a mother and a grandmother, but Teacher Fujiwara has no one who can consider him unconditionally."

Inoue Mori lowered his head again and whispered, "Perhaps Mr. Fujiwara should have a family."