Travel through the daily life of the dragon clan

Chapter 564: Life is interesting because of good people (more)

Although he said he was escaping, Zhuo actually knew that he couldn't escape. He just felt that instead of relying solely on momentum, it would be better to think of a more appropriate method.

Outside, the rain was drizzling and the sky was still dark.

Judging from the degree of light and darkness, some people would believe it was night, the sky was so gloomy.

Colorful neon signs occupied a large area of ​​the field of vision, traffic on the elevated road was swaying with lights, and the tall buildings were still brightly lit.

In this metropolis full of fervent prosperity and blooming flowers, a white bird anxiously flew across the sky and landed on the rooftop of a building. It looked around nervously, its chest heaving violently.

Zhuo recognized the bird. It was a seagull, probably flying over from the harbor area.

Tokyo is close to the sea, and seabirds often accidentally fly over and into the center of the city.

Zhuo looked at the hand and thought that Eri also liked to stare at the sky, and wondered if she often saw birds like this.

He imagined that if he were the seagull, unable to find a way out in this dazzling maze and surrounded by noisy voices and engine sounds, he would probably be frightened too, right?

Zhuo lowered his head in distress, he really couldn't figure it out.

Looking back at the house, the long-legged beauty on the other side has already gone to the other side of the bedroom. Although it is called a bedroom, in terms of practical area, it is actually larger than "家の澪", after all, Su Enxi removed the non-load-bearing wall.

The poem "I like Nuo" was still on the desktop. Lu Mingfei wrote it horizontally to avoid being discovered.

As for why he had to write it down even though he didn't want to be discovered, Zhuo could actually understand that feeling - just like when a high school student was daydreaming in class, he would habitually write and draw on the blank spaces of his textbooks. It was a subconscious behavior without any purpose, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that it was a person's name, and it was densely packed and repeated, all that name.

Even if they know it is their own textbook, the guilty child will still carefully color it into a ball of black thread, and then continue to write the name on the black thread whose handwriting is no longer visible.

The nascent love is so green and sincere, as if when she wrote that name, she already belonged to her and felt so calm.

Having said that, Utsunomiya is truly impressed by the poet Lu's literary talent for being able to write such beautiful sentences.

It was just these random things that drifted further and further away in Zhuo's mind. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already opened his mobile phone, and the interface was still on the last message exchange with Ling.

That was a while ago.

Zero: "I understand."

Ling: "The temperature has dropped more severely recently. If you are busy until late, don't go back to the apartment. Stay at the hotel across the street. You can also sleep a little longer."

In the message, Zhuo explained to Ling what was happening here, including Eri's unusual behavior, Jude Mai and Su Enxi's pranks, Lu Mingfei's acrostic poem, his nightly schedule, and today's lunch... nothing was left out.

Compared to the previous ones, Ling was more concerned about the fact that he often went home in the rain late at night, and was even more dissatisfied with the fact that he only ate pork fillet rice, chicken steak rice, and shrimp rice all day long. This made Zhuo's heart full of warm feeling, as if the problems that had troubled him before were just trivial matters not worth mentioning to them.

This includes not only the trust in the relationship between the two people, but also the trust in Zhuo's ability, which cannot be let down.

Zhuo used his fingers to smooth the corners of his mouth that had curled up without him noticing, and began typing:
Zhuo: "Can you write acrostic poetry?"

It was probably less than three seconds. The speed of the reply made Zhuo suspicious. Ling had been staring at the mobile phone screen at home in Izu, and the screen was still on the message interface between the two of them. He started typing the moment he saw the message, and then replied immediately.

Zero: "I love you."

Zhuo was startled and his heart seemed to stop for a second.

It's not a confession. Even without saying anything, Zhuo knows it in his heart and believes it without a doubt.

But that's not what he was talking about.

Zhuo: “No…”

Zero: "I love you."

Zhuo: “I mean,”

Zero: "I love you."

Zhuo: "An acrostic poem."

Zero: "I love you."

It was crackling, as if there was no time for people to refute.

Zhuo was confused and typing faster. The message finally interrupted Ling's confession, but the silence after the sudden stop made Zhuo feel that he had said something wrong and that he had done something bad.

He was about to say something to explain.

There was a pause of about two seconds, and then the message notification tone sounded again.

Zero: "Why should love be hidden?"

"..."

Zhuo suddenly remembered a sentence in a book. It was not a cheesy love talk or a joke, but a sentence from Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence":
What are the three different perspectives? You respect the laws of nature, he respects authority, this is a different worldview; you stand on the side of conscience, he stands on the side of the winner, this is a different value system; you work hard for the life you want, he works hard to be a good person, this is a different outlook on life.

It's not that he started to have wild thoughts again, but Zhuo suddenly felt that he and Ling were different from Nono Lu Mingfei after all; just as Eiry's thoughts might be different from this world.

What I want to do, maybe Eri doesn't like it now, and won't like it in the future.

There is a saying: They asked me what kind of wonders I wanted. I said I just wanted my mountains.

Love may be different. Some need to be carefully hidden, while others are plain but touching.

Zhuo: "It would be nice if you were by my side right now."

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Another immediate reply.

"Urgent" is not quite appropriate, and "must respond as soon as possible" is too rigid. Zhuo is unable to put this feeling into words.

Zero: "I saw this sentence in a book. I am thinking about you too, all the time."

Zhuo: "No, that's not the case. This is my idea."

Zero: "I understand."

Although I don't understand what Zero understood...

Zero: "Even so, I think so too."

Zhuo: "...I can't bear it any longer, please go easy on me."

Zero: "Okay."

Although it was good, there was no news for a long time.

To be honest, Zhuo also felt that he had no future. He had been married for almost three years, but now he couldn't get anything done if he was away from his wife for a few days. Now, just a brief text exchange made him feel more flexible.

But being flexible is not for doing things better, but for wanting to continue being a waste.

I wrote and deleted all kinds of texts that I wanted to continue the conversation, but before I could take any action, another message came from Zero.

Zero: "Don't worry about Mai and Potato Chips. If it's raining heavily, just stay with them. There's nothing to worry about Mai. Potato Chips has a lively personality. You can tie her up before sleeping. You can do whatever you want with Uesugi Eri. I can see that she is a good girl. Not everything has to have a result. I don't need you to prove anything to me. You can put aside the troubles for now. Maybe they are not worth worrying about at all. In fact, I am very worried about your sleep recently. Turn on the air conditioner at night. And if you don't like vegetables, you can drink a glass of vegetable juice. I once secretly learned how to make them in Sanjo. You should like it. I will send you the map."

It took Zhuo half a minute to finish reading this long string of text. It was not because the grammar and vocabulary were difficult to understand, but because he understood too much.

Just like when he saw this line of words, it was as if he saw Ling thinking seriously on the sofa, and then he couldn't stop thinking, the more he talked, the more he wrote...

In life, Zhuo is the more proactive one. He makes all the decisions about family matters, and Ling has no opinions. But when it comes down to it, Ling is the backbone, even if she just nods and says "OK", "I'll listen to you", "I understand".

Zhuo: "Got it. I'll try to go back as soon as possible."

Zero: "Don't worry, since it's what you decided to do, I believe you will do it well. Although I have something to tell you, I think it's better to tell you in person."

Zhuo: "I understand. Thank you very much for Mr. Utsunomiya's teachings."

Rei: "Yes, Mrs. Utsunomiya."

Although I don't know what it is, I want to know immediately.

But since Ling said so, Zhuo naturally believed her judgment.

Thinking of this, Zhuo took a deep breath, and when he looked out the window again, he felt that the weather didn't seem that bad.

(End of this chapter)