Who are you scolding for eating soft rice?

Chapter 32 32. At that time, my mother had no wrinkles

The pure white light dazzles the world, the purple rhyme and the blue sea are intertwined, and the golden light glows in the center.

The world once again fell into endless darkness.

The four-color dazzling light condenses into a lens, filling the entire picture from childhood to large, until the last gap is filled. Strange scenes and familiar people emerge before the eyes, and the world also has the presence of color and senses.

Takiyazawa is like a spirit from a third perspective.

Acting as a spectator.

Can neither make a sound nor touch everything.

"boom!"

A flower pot was smashed to the ground.

Soft soil was spread all over the ground.

Delicate pink lychee rose petals are trampled.

"Why? Why did you contact that guy Higashino! Do you regret running away with me and thinking about returning to Hokkaido to marry the person arranged by your parents!?"

In the cramped rental house, the dim light reflected Qingyi Dayang's slightly young face, but now this face was full of anger, staring resentfully at the young woman standing in the corner, with blood dripping from her hands. .

He questioned the woman loudly, his fingertips deeply embedded in his palms, and his voice was hoarse but still revealed his unwillingness.

The rental house was not big. The living room was only about a dozen square meters. The floor was in a mess, with clothes and debris thrown around. It was obvious that a not-so-good family war had happened here before.

"Dayang, I didn't contact him. He found Weixi and asked for my mobile phone number." The young woman bit her lips and tried to explain to her husband.

However, before she could finish speaking, Qing Yi Dayang's round face became even more ferocious, and he charged forward with a stride, pinched Qing Yi Mizi's smooth and fair neck, and growled almost hysterically:

"Didn't you tell me not to contact that bitch Yamazaki Miyu!? Didn't you ask her to come? Aren't you wrong? If you don't contact her, that bitch will have the opportunity to let Higashino contact you! She just wants to Destroy us! Don’t you even understand this!”

A look of pain appeared on Qing Yimiko's face.

She was choked and unable to speak.

She could only pat her husband's hand and beg for mercy with his eyes.

However, Qingyi Dayang's eyes were red.

And Qing Yimiko's face also turned pale.

It seemed that his wife's begging for mercy had an effect, or that his consciousness had recovered a little. The madness in Qingyi Dayang's eyes gradually faded away, and the strength in his hands also relaxed.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Kiyo Imiko coughed frantically, took a big gulp of fresh air, and covered her heart with her hands.

But Qing Yi Dayang remained silent.

He lowered his head like a walking zombie, exuding a depression that had almost turned into substance. He stepped on the fragments of the flowerpot at his feet with a dull look in his eyes, and sat down on the sofa with his body limp, as if his soul had been taken away.

The cramped rental house was temporarily quiet.

Only the three-leaf fan was slowly turning, delivering negligible wind power, but not only could it not cool the body, it could not extinguish the burning atmosphere.

Kiyo Imiko finally recovered.

Breathing also gradually stabilized.

She stroked her burning neck, looked at her silent husband, and after a moment of silence, said weakly:

"Higashino-kun just made a call, we didn't say anything. And when I heard it was him, he hung up, and then blocked him, nothing happened."

"That won't work either!" Qing Yi Dayang suddenly raised her head.

"Meiko, tell me, don't you want to follow me here? Yes, that's right! I am a poor boy from the countryside and can't give you the life you want, but I have worked hard. Your parents look down on me and you look down on me too. Me, do I want this? If I hadn’t met you, I would rather stay in that small fishing village for the rest of my life! I would be much happier than dying of exhaustion now!"

His voice had become hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was swearing unwillingness to his fate.

As he spoke, his expression became excited again.

He slapped the cracked coffee table until it banged, and even stood up and smashed one of the photos hanging on the wall of the living room, a photo taken by his father when he was young in that small fishing village.

Qingyimiko pursed her lips tightly when she saw this.

He opened his mouth to say something.

And at this moment, the little girl hiding in the bedroom room through the door gap, with her bare feet and hair disheveled, shouted: "Daddy is not allowed to quarrel with mommy!"

This childish voice made the living room quiet for a moment.

Qingyi Dayang still lowered his head.

Looking at his young self in the broken frame.

There was no reaction at all to her daughter's shouts.

Qingyimiko's expression changed drastically, and she quickly picked her up and walked to the bedroom, saying as she walked: "Xiaoizumi, go back quickly, mom is just chatting with dad."

The scene changed to a cafe with retro decoration.

Qingyi Koizumi stared blankly out of the glass.

Although her eyes were looking outside, her attention was always on her mother and another person.

"Miko, why haven't you divorced yet!?"

A woman in a suit and shirt put down the coffee in her hand and scratched her hair in frustration.

"What will Xiaoquan do if I get divorced?"

Compared to the other party's anxiety, Qingyimiko responded with a smile, then stirred the coffee with her fingers and looked at her daughter fondly with her cheek turned sideways.

"So you're going to let a child tie you down for the rest of your life? Your family's conditions are so good, why do you fall in love with this poor boy Qingyi Dayang? Besides, even if you are not willing to give up Xiaoquan and take her back, I think Higashino You can also accept it."

The woman in the suit held her forehead helplessly and glanced at the little girl opposite who was staring blankly out the window. She still refused to give up and tried to persuade her friend again.

"I am responsible for my actions."

Qing Yimiko's voice was very soft, but there was a sense of determination: "Even if Dayang doubts me and doesn't treat me too well, but I chose him, then I have to be responsible for this matter, and for Xiaoquan and for me. I am responsible for myself."

"But you obviously don't have to suffer this crime!"

"So are you going to find Higashino-kun?" Qingyimiko smiled and shook her head: "I already felt sorry for my parents back then, and I don't want to feel sorry for others anymore."

After a pause, she continued to explain:

"Higashino-kun is very nice, but he won't like a daughter who is not his biological daughter. Why should I implicate him?"

Who would take care of a child who is not their own?

Even if you are willing to take care, will there really be love?
This probability should be really small, right?
The woman in the suit was stunned for a moment. Of course she knew this, but she still said angrily: "But that bastard Qingyi beat you."

"He is also very hard-working. He could have chosen an ordinary and happy life, but when he met me, he also left his hometown and came here to work hard. I suffered no more than him. He was actually not happy either, and he had to support me and Xiaoquan. Two people, even if he doubts me now, I believe he will get better one day."

The woman in the suit was silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally sighed slightly: "It seems that I can't persuade you anymore."

The screen turned like a movie again.

This time back to the rental house.

In the room at night, warm yellow lights hung on the walls, and two people slept in the quilt on the floor.

Qing Yi Koizumi closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep.

Above the thick quilt, she could feel the gentle and rhythmic tapping on her belly, but remembering what happened during the day, she couldn't help but open her eyes, looked at her mother's face and whispered a question.

"Mom, why does dad always hit you?"

"We're just playing a game."

"You lied to me! You bled yesterday! I am no longer a child, my mother can't lie to me, and the teachers say that domestic violence is wrong! If Dad does this again, we will leave this house!"

"Where do we go after leaving here?" Qing Imiko asked with a smile, stroking her daughter's soft hair.

Hearing this question, Qingyi Xiaoquan was stunned for a while with her mouth open. She held it in for a long time without thinking of the answer. In the end, she could only pout her lips and muttered: "I don't know."

"We have to have a house to live in shelter from the wind and rain, but it takes a lot of money to buy a house."

Qingyimiko looked at her daughter with gentle eyes.

Qingyi Xiaoquan's mouth tightened, and she lay in her mother's arms and thought seriously for a while. A look of determination gradually appeared on her face: "Then I will go earn money and buy a house!"

"Not now, you are still too young. Your task now is to study hard and grow up well. When you make a lot of money, you can buy a big house and decorate it beautifully. Then your mother will go live there. "

"Well! I must buy a big house!"

She clenched her little fists under the quilt and said in a fierce tone: "If I can't buy it, I will jump into the lake and die!"

Imiko Kiyoshi patted her daughter's head, glared at her, her complexion became stern, but quickly returned to normal, and then helped her daughter tuck the quilt that was billed first to her neck: "Silly boy, I won't do it in the future." You must have said that, do you hear me, go to sleep quickly."

I saw my mother's rare face.

Qingyi Koizumi immediately became honest.

She closed her eyes tightly and pretended to sleep again.

But after a while, he still couldn't help opening his eyes.

Pursing her pink lips, Qingyi Xiaoquan suddenly wrinkled her little face, and asked with a slightly worried tone: "Mom, do you think there are people in this world who will not hit me or dislike me, and they will always We are all together, are you willing to live a good life with me?"

"Of course there is, it's right in front of you."

Qingyimiko smiled and said: "When mom first met you, it was ten years ago. She didn't beat you or dislike you, and we still live together."

After a while, a look of nostalgia gradually appeared in her eyes, she stroked her face and said softly:

"At that time, my mother had no wrinkles yet."

The voice mixed with emotion fell softly.

The scene shattered like glass.

It shattered into crystalline flying debris shining with four-color rays of light.

Takitanizawa's perspective was brought back to reality.

Several prompts appeared on the light screen.

[Different frequencies mean different paths]

【It is not necessary to be together if you like】

[Sometimes appropriateness cannot be forced]

[The reenactment of the incident scene has ended]

【Event feedback evaluation has been summarized】

[Please master the analysis by yourself]

　After testing the waters for a while, I knelt down and kept at it.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)