Chapter 98 A fruitful journey
The sultry weather, the windless room, and the chirping of insects and birds made it impossible to fall asleep.
"Guangzheng, hurry up and get up, Guangzheng."
Okuyama Hikaru opened his eyes dazedly, and a short, dark-skinned peasant woman was standing beside his bed. He got up quickly in fear, "Mom, it's eight o'clock in the morning?"
The woman said gently but with a hint of melancholy, "Your father has gone out to work. You should get up and go to school. If Supervisor Miller sees you later, he will scold you again."
Okuyama Mitsumasa heard his supervisor and rubbed his temples with a headache. "That old man is really annoying." After all, it turns out that he just can't stand me taking Master Danny out to play, so what? Master Danny likes him more than that old man.
His mother brought him a bowl of corn porridge and said, "Guangzheng, stop talking. The monthly salary on this plantation is 17 US dollars. If we offend him, how can we find such a good job?"
"And he's right. You should study harder and stop thinking about playing with those young masters. Is that something you can do?"
"Yes, yes." Okuyama Mitsumasa rolled his eyes. He jumped out of bed, drank the bowl in one gulp, picked up his bag and rushed out of the house. "I'm going to school now!"
He ran out of the plantation quickly with his bag on his back. Supervisor Miller, who was passing by, saw him carrying his bag and finally stopped sternly looking at him. Instead, he reminded him to be careful of the cars on the road.
Osan was very interested in this new big car, and he often pestered Master Danny to go and see the new car. Because this thing made a lot of noise when it was running, it scared many people in the plantation and they didn't dare to get close to it. He liked to stand on it and laugh at this time.
Master Danny liked to play with him. In the whole plantation, only Oshan was willing to accompany Master Danny to climb trees and catch fish, and even jump into the sea without clothes. Although they were scolded by Supervisor Miller every time they were discovered, the two of them never got tired of it.
"Aoshan, Aoshan, here!" Danny waved at him at the school gate.
The boy was wearing an exquisite small suit, bright leather shoes and clean white socks, which were things that Aoshan didn't have, but Aoshan didn't care.
"Good morning, Danny. I heard that Teacher Mani is going to teach us singing today. Those who sing well can go to the opera?"
Danny smiled good-naturedly, "We are learning hymns. If you sing well, you can join the choir. But if you join the choir, Osan, we won't be able to play together after class."
Okuyama frowned, "Forget it, I'd rather play with you after class. Besides, every day in class, it's all about the Holy Father and the Holy Son. It's too boring. I feel sleepy just listening to them."
Danny quickly grabbed Oshan and said, "Shh, Oshan, don't talk nonsense. This is a church school. What else can we learn if not these? We have no choice. The plantation is too remote. This is the only church school we can go to. It's great to be able to go to school, and you can go to school for free."
The price is that he has to open his mouth and close his mouth to say Hallelujah every day.
But he is a Japanese, to be more precise, a second-generation immigrant brought by his Japanese laborer father. He still prefers the Japanese myths told by his grandmother and has no interest in American myths. But as a child under ten years old, he always needs to go to school. The government provides them with free schools, but the price is that they must receive American education.
He couldn't say he was grateful, nor could he complain. In the United States, his family made much more money than in Japan. Life in Japan was too hard, with many people starving to death every day, but now he could even eat corn porridge for breakfast. There was nothing happier than this, so he couldn't complain.
It was another boring day. As Okuyama listened to the teacher's chattering on the podium, he felt sleepy again. Forget it. He was destined to cut sugar cane like his father. What was the point of learning from Danny, a young master, and taking classes? Was there any point in telling stories to sugar cane?
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"Hubby, wake up."
Okuyama opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. Although she was almost 40 years old, she still had her hair tied in playful twin ponytails, just as cute as when they first met.
He asked hesitantly, "For God's sake, are you Lily?"
Lily pulled him up with amusement and shook the bed sheets, "Really, what kind of beauty did you dream about? You didn't even recognize your own wife."
Okuyama blinked in confusion. "Oh my god, sorry, Lily, I just dreamed about my childhood. Danny... when Danny and I were still close..."
Lily chuckled and tapped his forehead. "You should call him Master Danny now. He is not someone you can approach."
"You're right... Where's Mark? Did he go to school?"
Lily froze when she heard that. She sat next to Okuyama, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she said with difficulty, "I'm thinking about whether we should stop Mark from going to school. After that incident, the atmosphere in the town has not been very good..."
"Mark said that he was bullied by his classmates at school and his teacher called him a Japanese bastard. God bless you, I'm very worried about Mark. Anyway, he is about to graduate and should find a job as an adult, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't go to school." After saying that, she touched her belly, and her expression became even uglier.
Okuyama's expression turned very ugly. "Oh my God, this kind of thing happened in school? But Mark grew up in the United States and received an American education. He is an American. Even if the country is at war, it has nothing to do with him."
"I know, of course I know..." Lily stroked her belly, "But we'd better be careful recently. I heard that there have been attacks in other towns. Many Japanese shops have been smashed, and there have been bloody conflicts. I'm very worried about Mark."
"Dong dong dong, Mr. Okuyama."
There was a knock on the door downstairs. Okuyama and his wife looked at each other and both felt that the person coming was not good.
But they had no choice. Okuyama quickly put on his clothes and ran downstairs in a panic, "Officer Brown...why are you here?"
Officer Brown looked at him expressionlessly, "We have an order to deport all Japanese Americans. Your family is required to leave the United States within one week."
"Oh my god, wait, Officer Brown, do my parents need it too? But they're in the hospital... I don't have..."
"I am only responsible for notifying you. It is up to you what to do. If your family has not left after a week, we will forcibly deport you. And Ms. Lily, please divorce immediately, otherwise you will be deported as well." Officer Brown had a cold face. He nailed a notice to their door and left without looking back.
"Wha...but, my parents...?"
Lily's face turned pale at the sudden news, "What should I do? What should I do?"
Aoshan's legs went limp and he almost sat down on the ground. "Oh my God, oh my God, I have to think of a way. If I leave the hospital now, my parents will die. Oh, I'll go find Danny... I'll go find Danny and try..."
He rolled and crawled and ran all the way to the most conspicuous manor in the town. Danny left here when he was 12 years old and lived with his brothers to enjoy better resources. They never contacted each other again.
When they met again, Danny came back as the mayor. He watched from a distance at Danny's inauguration ceremony. Danny still liked to eat like a child, but he didn't like to exercise, so he was fatter and fatter than a ball. But he still liked to look at people quietly, smiling and not talking, just like a child.
Danny might just be more powerful, but Danny was still Danny, he thought.
But soon, reality shattered his dream.
"I'm sorry, citizen. I'm just following orders. I don't have the right to change them." Danny looked at him with a smile, "But I promise that the boat I arranged is spacious and will not aggravate your parents' condition."
"No..." Aoshan was about to say something, but a town resident interrupted him, "Damn it, what else do you want? It's good enough to send cockroaches like you back for free, you guys with wolfish ambitions!"
Okuyama opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. It was normal that his childhood playmate didn't remember him. After all, 30 years had passed and they had long since embarked on different paths in life.
But fate's joke on him did not stop there.
Returning home in frustration, Okuyama watched in horror as his shop was smashed to pieces, with traces of blood on many of the glass fragments. The front desk and cabinets were smashed, and all the coins inside were swept away. At this time, Lily, who was supposed to be opening the shop, was not nearby.
"Lily? Lily? Where are you? Are you okay?" He shouted loudly, searching non-stop. But none of the people coming and going, the usually friendly and kind people, came out to help him. They didn't even look at him for a second, and glanced away as if they saw something dirty.
Ten minutes later, the neighbor's wife stood behind her door and reminded him quietly, "A lot of people came to smash your house. Lily tried to stop them, but they pushed her away and she fell to the ground, bleeding a lot. Then they ran away. God bless you, I took Lily to the hospital. You should go and see her now."
Okuyama suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and he rushed to the hospital without hesitation.
"Lily! Lily!"
"Mr. Okuyama...your wife is here..." a nurse called him hesitantly from not far away.
Okuyama heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. He turned around, but saw only the words written on the door behind the nurse: Morgue
His eyes went dark and he fainted instantly.
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He woke up again and found himself sitting alone on the stairs of Danny's luxurious villa.
He remembered that Lily died, the baby in her belly also died, and his parents also died in order not to drag him down. He compromised and was willing to leave, but the people in the town forced his son to go to the battlefield, his underage son.
He even remembered Danny's smile, that fake, mocking smile. Danny recognized him, and Danny just wanted him to die.
So he decided to kill everyone. Since fate was so unfair to him, let death give everyone equal rights.
The church bells in the distance rang, and the solemn sound shook people to awe. But he took out the cross necklace he had worn since childhood from his arms and threw it on the ground.
He prayed countless times in front of Lily's body, and in front of his parents' sickbeds, and his tears of blood dripped on the cross, but God never responded to him. Since God never favored him, why did he still believe in this broken thing?
He picked up the torch in his hand and lit the fuse in his hand.
"collapse!"
The whole manor began to shake. Today was the day of the party held by the mayor's family. All the celebrities and gentry gathered in this manor. The security of the manor was very good, but this manor was a manor that he had climbed with Danny countless times. No one knew better than him where the back door was and where to easily destroy this manor.
Soon, the explosion engulfed the entire manor with fierce flames, leaving broken walls and ruins everywhere, as well as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He climbed up the tall tree that was his and Danny's favorite when they were children and looked at the clock tower in the distance.
If there really are gods in this world, he would only believe in the god of death.
Only death treats everyone equally.
Rich or poor, good or evil, death will take everything away from him.
Okuyama closed his eyes, the sea of fire licking his calves, he opened his arms and fell backwards.
If burning brings sacrifice to the gods, then sacrifice him to the gods with fire.
Pain spread from everywhere, flames quickly devoured his body, his skin melted and stuck to the ground, gravel embedded in his flesh. His lungs were like a balloon filled with hot water, expanding and shrinking rapidly, and he gradually couldn't breathe. It seemed as if someone was constantly tearing his skin apart, and he was like an onion being peeled clean layer by layer.
"Do you want to live?"
What? Okuyama turned his head and could not see anything in the sea of fire, but he heard someone talking strangely.
"I can give you an item left by the gods that will make you immortal."
"Do you want to live?"
Hearing this, Okuyama laughed out loud, even though his lungs could only make a few audible sounds: "God? There are no gods in this world!"
"No, there is. He is just asleep, and we need to wake Him up, or we can become God ourselves. Which one do you choose?"
Okuyama couldn't stop laughing. His right eye had been burned so badly that he couldn't see clearly. Blood was flowing down like tears, but he still grinned and said, "Then I will wake Him up. I want to ask Him why. Why doesn't He look at me? Why doesn't He help me? Is it because my faith is not sincere enough or because I don't like Him enough?"
"Well, then it's as you wish."
"From now on, I will call you Chat Green."
Kazukage Yayoi sat on the tree, looking down at the scene.
[I see. Then, this nightmare can end.]
He waved his hand, and the sky of the dream was instantly torn apart, and endless darkness enveloped the earth.
“May the quiet night always be with you”
"good evening"
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