People in Tokyo, the world is clear

There are very few children of this age who have not been taken away, especially in Tokyo.

The orphanage doesn't like people who eat white rice for a long time.

Generally speaking, let alone sending them to school, they are just raised to adulthood, taught a skill, and then thrown into society to fend for themselves.

It's really rare that this kid can maintain his student status.

It shouldn't be easy.

Lin Sen didn't want to ask for the details, but judging from the other party's reaction when he heard about going home, he vaguely understood that sending him back was probably not a good thing.

It wasn't a difficult decision.

Lin Sen believes that he has a unique characteristic.

People are quite willing to lend a helping hand to those who possess qualities they admire.

Lin Sen likes this boy named Yuzuru Niwa very much.

I'm not exaggerating, the tenacity and courage shown by this child are unique in his style.

The personality that is revealed when dealing with others is also in line with one's own style of doing things.

Like attracts like.

This idea naturally leads to the following two suggestions:

"That sounds a bit far. Why don't you go to my house and take care of it first? I see you're a bit torn, so it's better to fix it sooner rather than later."

He was taken to his apartment without any explanation.

Miss Wild Dog must have just finished a sleep in the morning after a night of sleep, so there was no rush to give her her share of cat supplies.

Bring the dirty high school student into the house, take a basin and put two freshly unwrapped towels and some clothes in it.

Both underwear and outerwear.

"These are all things I've never worn before. Go take a shower and put them on first."

"what."

The child actually blushed.

Holding the basin carefully, he looked at a loss.

Even Lin Sen laughed.

"Alright. We're all grown men, stop being so awkward. I'm going to the bedroom to prepare the medicine. Call me when you're done."

I helped turn around and push him into the bathroom.

The small apartment essentially only has two rooms: a living room and a bedroom. The bathroom and kitchen are semi-embedded structures, and the sound insulation between them is very poor. In the bedroom, you can even hear the sound of water mixed in with the slight breathing.

For some reason, I always feel that the other person's voice is a little soft.

"Huh huh huh~"

The few songs he managed to sing, out of a good mood, had a lovely vibrato. But no matter how you looked at it, that range of voice was definitely male.

How strange.

An even stranger feeling came in the next ten minutes.

The high school student came out of the shower with wet short hair, wearing clothes that were one size too big, and a pink blush from the steam on her pretty fair face, giving her a pitiful temperament.

"Thank you, Mr. Kobayashi."

Dry your hair with a towel.

The polite gesture of bending down and bowing, coupled with the clear, boyish voice, is really soft.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The sudden and inexplicable acceleration of his heartbeat almost broke Lin Sen's heart.

For a moment, I deeply doubted my orientation.

"."

Fuck it!

What a mess.

Quickly dispel strange thoughts.

Hand over the prepared iodine and band-aid.

"Sit on my bed and wipe it."

"it is good."

Eyes misted by water vapor looked over.

Lin Sen was in a trance and mistakenly saw some charm.

Fortunately, normal mentality finally prevailed.

He brought the child who was holding the medicine for external injuries over and gently patted his shoulder, causing him to tremble violently twice.

"Take care of it yourself. It's almost noon, I'll go get lunch ready."

Then he left the bedroom without looking back.

Only the "boy" who had just finished taking a shower was left staring at the back in a daze.

After finally waking up, Yuzuru Niwa lowered his head and looked at the medicine bottle tightly held in his hand.

Speechless. Gently sit on the soft mattress.

Perhaps she had just changed and washed. A pleasant scent of perfume permeated her nose.

Combined with the smell of shower gel on your body, it is hard not to feel good.

jiu liu ling yi er liu er qi ling

Carefully dip a cotton swab into the brown solution and apply it carefully to your arms and the backs of your hands.

There was a burning, stinging pain that should have been very difficult to bear.

But suddenly it didn't hurt at all.

I felt a warm feeling in my heart. Perhaps it was the happiness of being cared for, a happiness I had never experienced before.

The girl lowered her head and slowly opened the packaging of the bandage with trembling hands.

"Tear it apart."

Mixed with the sound of shredding paper was a very soft murmur.

"Mr. Kobayashi is really a very good person."

It allowed her to witness the most ordinary yet incredible kindness she encountered in the first half of her turbulent life.

Chapter 55: The Child's Future is Worrying

Lin Sen looked at the high school student sitting in front of him with wide eyes, picking up pieces of food with chopsticks.

The child's face has an exploratory expression of seeing something new.

That's understandable. Living in a country that emphasizes lightness and freshness, it's natural to be amazed by dishes that rely heavily on oil, salt, and stir-frying.

“It feels like the eggplant, green peppers, and potatoes all have their own flavors. It’s amazing.”

"This dish is called Di San Xian. It's cheap and delicious. I can teach you if you want to learn."

Unfortunately, Lin Sen's willingness to provide guidance was quickly rejected with a wave of his hand:

"Forget it. I never learned to cook."

As soon as Xiao Niwa finished speaking, he lowered his head and shyly took a few mouthfuls of rice to avoid it.

There were two or three band-aids on my hands to cover the bleeding spots from the broken skin.

The short hair that had just been washed and was half dry was filled with moisture, and it was no longer fluffy, sticking to the cheek and flowing down.

There were beads of water on my chin where the skin and hair met.

"You have long hair."

“I still think it’s too short.”

When she was rummaging through her bag just now, she saw a poster of a rock star. A hardcore male singer with long flowing hair was holding a guitar and roaring at the camera.

It seems that this kid is determined to be a non-mainstream person with waist-length hair.

Is music your hobby?

As I speculate, my thoughts wander.

The Japanese music scene has always been something that is rarely mentioned as a dream or goal. The competition is so fierce that only top talents are worthy of entering.

In this era where people make a living by album sales, it is even more like a squid farm - the home of the King of Rolls.

Good records and tapes were thrown out as if they were free.

No one is willing to believe the motivational words that a good song can be broken. In addition to talent, a singer's success also requires a good agency, and even more depends on metaphysical factors such as luck to give a certain bonus.

Imagine the following scenario:

Classic Japanese songs produced these days can support half of the country's music scene if they are localized and sung by someone else.

These days, a talented Japanese singer who is famous for her lyrics and music is being covered by dozens of different people.

Some of the old songs left over from these days are considered obscure, but they can still be used after being refurbished twenty or thirty years later.

The so-called "Golden Age of the 1980s" was not only about the economy, but also about the prosperity of cultural achievements, which has been talked about countless times.

It is considered good luck to be born in such an era, and it is a blessing to grow up in such an era. Therefore, when you witness it shattered into pieces in the future, you will feel pain and sink, and degenerate into the so-called helpless generation of useless stay-at-home parents.

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, that’s all.

Thinking about this, I feel even more sorry for the neighbors or colleagues I meet.

Most people have at least had a good meal these days. Those around me have been living a hard life these days, and I can't imagine what the future holds.

The prank scene appeared in my mind unconsciously again.

The short-haired girl next door with wings and a halo on her head closes her eyes and puts her palms together, isolated on a wooden platform.

Below them, a golden-haired wild dog and a pony-tailed orc in simple clothes lowered their heads, carrying a sign that read "Mutual Aid Association for the Poor in the Golden Age" with a pious posture, kneeling on the ground to pray.

Just as I was about to let out a barbell laugh like the Buddha, I suddenly saw a young man who looked so much like him, a high school student with chin-length hair, and a [Membership Application] walking into the picture.

"..."

Now I can't laugh anymore. I almost forgot that my brother is also poor and has nothing but pockets and crotch.

In order to prevent this pain from continuing, I had to end my fantasy time and watched the high school student in front of me hurriedly finish his lunch and continue to take out things.

A dirty, worn notebook—needs to be replaced.

The test paper was filled with circles and ticks - it also looked like it had been contaminated by sewage.

Some posters or magazine pages with notes written on the back - it makes people feel sad to see the children studying hard and struggling.

A white hollow plastic ball - it must be ping-pong.

A pair of beautifully maintained rackets—huh?

What the hell?

Lin Sen stood up directly.

"I'm super."

"pingpong?"

I was feeling a bit sleepy after lunch.

Suddenly I wasn't sleepy anymore.

A certain gene hidden deep in the flowing blood awakened on the spot, and it was determined to involve the high school student who was frightened by the sudden excited gesture.

Go out.

They found an abandoned place with a stage and had a thrilling battle.