The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

There are also some other factors. After all, some things have to wait until a specific time to be triggered, such as the special business he is about to undertake.

Before he knew it, the sun had quietly slipped down the sky, and the moon and stars began to shine in harmony with each other in the night. Hiroshi walked into a small alley as if he was familiar with the place, stopped at a busy izakaya, looked around to see if there were any acquaintances around, and quietly slipped in from the back.

When the bustling city is shrouded in darkness, the real exciting moment arrives. For those office workers who have been busy all day, gathering together, raising their glasses, and venting the excitement, joy, pain and sadness in their hearts, perhaps this is life, isn't it?

In Japan, minors are legally prohibited from drinking alcohol, but there are countermeasures to every policy. Haven't you seen internet cafes across the country with signs prohibiting minors from entering, yet six-year-olds expertly squat on stools, playing bots and claiming to be level 38 Bronze Kings? The world of Collapse is so ridiculous and illogical.

Although the government has banned it and cracked down on it many times, in this bright world, how many dark and remote corners are still filled with the roar of childish voices echoing from Demacia?

Now the afterglow of the Horde and the Alliance has dimmed. As for the epic disaster movie that is staged every holiday, I can only silently open the player and use the familiar music to calm my heart.

eye~

The owner of this izakaya is a cheerful Russian. Every time he sees a customer, his hairy face becomes full of flesh and he looks like a gorilla. When he saw Hiroshi come in, the owner laughed in a hearty voice and waved his hand as big as a palm fan towards his slightly thin shoulders.

"You're a rare guest, kid. What would you like this time? Apple juice? Lemonade? Papaya juice?" The owner's voice was clearly teasing when he asked the last drink, but Hiroshi ignored his teasing and skillfully found a seat to sit down. "A glass of grape juice."

The words spoken in a calm tone made the boss pause, and the smile on Mao's face froze.

"Are you kidding me, kid?"

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Hiroshi raised his head and smiled at him, pointing his finger at the sample picture on the list.

After taking a deep look at Hiroshi, the boss nodded and turned away.

Don't be surprised, the liquor in this store is graded according to its alcohol strength, with seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue and purple. Generally speaking, the four levels of red, orange, yellow and green are not very strong and can be drunk as beverages, but the difference between the last three colors is really huge, equivalent to blue Erguotou and purple vodka. Each color is paired with a different fruit, including apple, orange, lemon, guava, mango, blueberry and grape.

Very quickly, a glass of purple liquid was brought to the table. The boss looked at the young man with some worry. Although this kind of wine was no different from drinking water for him, it was still a problem for this young man who was still growing up. Moreover, this wine was not strong, but it had a strong aftertaste.

Looking at the drink in the glass, Haoshu looked a little dazed. He discovered this shop by chance. He came here occasionally to drink a glass of apple juice. After a few visits, the boss also got to know this young man who always came alone to drink a glass of wine and then left. After all, alcohol is something that makes people feel depressed and uncomfortable when drinking alone. It's okay once, but if it happens every time, it would be a bit unique.

I picked up the cup and poured the liquid down my throat, then paid and left in the stunned eyes of the boss. The boss stared blankly at the young man who left. The boss blinked his eyes. I hadn't told him that this wine was very strong and could not be drunk in one gulp.

Even the Russians who could drink like water didn't dare to swallow the liquid in one gulp. Instead, it poured into Hiroshi's body, and his figure disappeared in the cold night.

Hiroshi was walking on the street in a daze. As his blood circulation accelerated,

His body fell to the side of the street. He vaguely saw someone walking towards him hurriedly. He struggled to get up and speak, but his brain, intoxicated by alcohol, refused to listen. Finally, he stood up and hugged the illusory figure. Warmth washed over him like a tide. He closed his eyes and darkness came over him.

Chapter 21: When Hiroki Gokuru is away

Time flies, and the years take away many things, but they cannot take away the original throbbing in my heart.

As the light and shadow pass, this throbbing emotion brews and accumulates in the chest, and finally turns into surging waves that hit the barrier of the heart.

For Gokou Ruri, there is only one man who has been engraved on the barrier of her heart. He is shining his light all the time and giving her warmth all the time like a little sun.

With a tall stature and broad arms, I don’t know when I started to get used to standing behind my brother and watching him running in front of him.

At that time, the family conditions were not good. Mother and father came home tired from work every day and rarely communicated with each other. Children love to cry, make trouble, and act like spoiled children. This is a common trait. However, tired parents really don’t have the energy to take care of their children after a hard day, even if they really love their children.

The brother stood up. To this day, Liuli is still curious about why the elder brother can be so strong. Why doesn't he complain about his family when other children are happily playing with new toys? Why doesn't he envy other children when they go to the amusement park? Why doesn't he get angry when he and his sisters make a mess of the house?

Gokou Ruri was very curious.

As a child, she didn't quite understand all of this. She always habitually followed her brother's footsteps, smiling happily with snot hanging from her nose.

Although my childhood was difficult, my elder brother always found ways to make me happy. This was still the case in the past.

The child's well-behaved behavior made the neighbors envious, and the parents were naturally happy and proud of their child.

But emotions will always dissipate, just like humans, who are not machines and always have moments of laziness.

That was the first time my brother had a fight with my parents because he had cheated on them.

Children always like to eat snacks, desserts and the like, and Liuli is no exception.

Every time he passed by a convenience store, he would stare at the candies on the counter. At this time, his brother would always smile and touch Liuli's hair, then take out some change from his pocket to buy some for Liuli.

Having candy canes scattered around the house may happen once or twice, but if it happens frequently, it will make parents suspicious.

Hiroki Gokura is not used to lying, so he can't say that.

It should be said that Hiroki Gokuru was not used to lying in front of close people, so he confessed the truth.

It wasn't anything terrible, nor did it constitute a morally corrupt act. It was just that a man named Hiroki Gosuru told a very simple lie, even though he wasn't very good at lying.

He lied for a purpose.

The seven-year-old child told a lie called "I have had breakfast".

Yes, I have had breakfast.

Sounds commonplace doesn’t it?

But this lie explains everything.

Because of work, tired parents often don’t have the energy to get up and cook, so it is common to give their children some pocket money to let them go out for breakfast.

The same is true in the morning at Wugeng's house.

My brother, who had just started elementary school, would get up in the morning and do his morning reading. He would then take the change on the table and go out. When I asked him about it, he would come back and say with a smile that he had already had breakfast.

Liuli, standing behind her brother, could clearly see her brother's hands behind his back trembling slightly. Every time she wanted to ask about this, her brother would stuff a sweet candy into her mouth.

Well, it’s really sweet.

Eventually the matter was discovered by the parents. They were not actually angry, but they were very worried that such a young child was accustomed to lying, so this worry turned into harsh words.

Liuli remembered that her brother still had a faint smile on his face at that time. She did not understand the final meaning of that smile at that time. Every time she asked about it, her brother would skillfully stroke her head in a way that would not mess up her hair.

Tenderness was conveyed in the warm palm, and I could only hear my brother's gentle words echoing softly in my ears.

"Liuli."

"Hmm? What happened, brother?"

“Is the candy delicious?”

"It's delicious. Do you want to eat it, brother?"

"Brother doesn't want to eat it. Liuli, do you want to eat candy next time?"

"Yeah, I think"

"Okay, I'll buy it for you next time."

Hiroki Gokura no longer lies.

Because her parents had serious faces and dragged their tired bodies to prepare breakfast for the family, Liuli remembered that her brother lowered his head that day. Although he was still smiling, his smile no longer had the warmth it used to have.

Not long after, the brother from before came back, still with that warm smile, and gently stroked my head.

However, my brother has changed a little. He started to go to bed very late, and when his parents asked him about it, he just talked about studying.

He was really studying, because a neighbor who came to visit him soon told his parents

"Gogeng family, your son won first prize in the county math competition. I heard there's a 10,000 yen prize."

The money was not much, only a few tenths of his parents' salary. My brother gave most of the money to his parents and kept a little for pocket money, and his parents agreed.

The next day, my brother rubbed his puffy eyes and gave a bag of candy to my sister and me.

He smiled as he watched us happily stuff the candies into our mouths.

"Liuli, is the candy delicious?"

"Delicious, so delicious."

"Well, if you like it, brother will buy it for you."

In the days that followed, I could always hear the somewhat pleasant conversations between my mother and the neighbors.

"Wugeng family, your son was able to win places in national math competitions. How did you teach him? Do you have any methods?"

"No, it's all because of the child's own efforts to be sensible. We don't need any help from him."

However, while they were smiling, they did not notice that their brother's dark circles were getting darker day by day, and his back was no longer straight.

However, every time when we are unhappy, my brother will take out more fun and delicious food to give us and cheer me and my sister up.

"Mom, look, my brother is on TV."

My little eyes were filled with excitement as I looked at the shadow on TV. It was so familiar and dazzling. He was my brother.

A man with a shell of superalloy and a heart of steel, my hero.

In the dim room, there is a bed, a desk, four white walls, and a simple wardrobe. This is my brother's world.

Gokou Ruri lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed and the quilt placed on the tip of her nose.

My brother smells so good.

Buzz

The message came on the phone.

When she opened the email, a familiar name jumped into her eyes, but the content of the message made her eyes darken.

Brother, you're not coming back today.

Chapter 22 Gogen Hiroki Still Follows the Promise

Fatigue, pain, and weakness flooded the nerves and body, sending feedback to the brain like a tide. It was like jumping from the highest diving platform, with the impact and the pressure of water all around wrapping me up tightly, followed by suffocation and pain.

In the pitch-black darkness, there were faint cries of people calling out, like drowning people clinging to the light and struggling desperately.

Hiroshi opened his eyes.

"hiss"

The light was so strong that Hao Shu subconsciously closed his eyes again.

Judging from the intensity of the light, it should be close to noon. My life experience has given me the ability to judge the approximate time. Just as I was about to stretch out my hand to block the sun and take a break, a gentle female voice came to my ears, asking about food and water as if it were a daily routine.

"Are you awake?"

Why? I woke up to strange noises. Am I still dreaming?

The pain in his body clearly told Hiroshi that this was not a dream.

Recalling the memories before the darkness, I seemed to vaguely see a figure helping me up. Was I saved?

The answer is already in my mind.

From the voice just now, I could tell it was a girl. The inexplicably clear tone sounded familiar to me. My head still hurt after the alcohol took over. Haoshu frowned slightly, endured the pain and turned his head away.

"Don't move too fast, your head still hurts."

Although he was concerned about her, he always felt that the girl was very proficient in this tone of voice. This inexplicable proficiency made Haoshu feel a little annoyed, and his mouth subconsciously pursed.

My eyes seemed to adapt to the intensity of the sunlight in the vast white world, and the figure in front of me gradually became clearer.

Tall and well-proportioned, with bluish black hair cascading down her back, a shirt with the excess hem tied in a knot, long legs that could kick, her unpainted skin tinged with a healthy blush, and a pair of eyes on her pretty face that left a deep impression, their eyes gazing into the distance, their sharpness unblinking. Overall, she gave off an air of vitality. Well, she was a very pretty girl.

I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before?

A breeze blew past the windowsill, blowing up the girl's hair and the boy's memories.

The memory in my mind became clearer and clearer, and the clearest thing was the black lace that seemed to have been embroidered by a craftsman.

At this time, Hiroshi felt a little uneasy, perhaps because the first memory that came to his mind was too embarrassing.

"...black lace, huh?"

After whispering softly in my heart, the doubts that had been surging in my mind were suddenly resolved, leaving only my sight that remained at that angle because of fatigue.

As if the gaze was too intense, the girl shyly turned her head to the side.

"Stop looking at me, idiot."

Hearing the girl's soft complaint, Hiroshi came back to his senses, closed his eyes gently and was silent for a while, then opened his mouth and spoke softly in a hoarse voice.

"Sorry, thank you."

Feeling the boy's sincerity, the girl smiled.

"You're welcome. Since you can stare at a girl without blinking, there shouldn't be any problem. Hey, Gokura Hiroki-kun."

"Eh? I shouldn't have told her my name, right? How did she know it?" Hiroshi opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him in confusion, his Adam's apple rolling as he spoke with some difficulty.

"How do you know my name?"

puff

As if she heard a funny joke, the girl covered her stomach and laughed inexplicably.