Symbiosis 28
"Come," Tong Xiangwang gently brushed aside the hair of the person kneeling in front of her. The height difference was equalized at this moment because of the latter's posture. "Father has given you a warning." Her gentle tone and kind smile seemed flawless. "Congratulations."
"Ah... Wang," the kneeling man showed a pair of panicked eyes, his knees were already bleeding because of the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, "Mr. Ito... my great father, did he really say that..."
The girl responded with a mysterious smile and then said nothing more, like an exquisite human idol, and the trembling in her arms gradually subsided.
"I understand..." The resident of the Gospel House put his forehead on the palm muscle under his thumb and bowed to the old man who was half-closed his eyes and dozing behind Tong Xiangwang. "I will obey your will," and drank the special medicine soup made by Aoki Tomohiro, and was led into a dreamless sleep. "Thank you for your guidance, father."
The limp body was quickly taken out by the believers guarding the door. The old man seemed to have finally woken up from his dream and raised his hand to his adopted daughter. Tong Xiangwang knelt beside him obediently, letting the dry fingers like branch-like fingers insert into her hair and stroke back and forth. "How is the father and son?"
"Mr. Honda plans to take him away," Tongxiang Wang closed his eyes, his nose filled with the bitterness of medicine and the decay brought by old age, "he will say goodbye to you soon."
"Go and get the Ishii family's identity." With a 70-year age difference, they are more like grandparents than father and daughter. The old man is a dying tree, and the girl is a young seedling that has not yet grown. The old man's hoarse voice and suppressed cough are like shackles pinching and pressing on the throat of the young man. "It's my gift to you." Tongxiang Wang remembered that Ishii Yamato came to the Gospel House alone. His son's death took his wife away. Because he couldn't bear the happiness in the past and the cruelty in the present, he devoted himself to the Gospel House, just because here, Mr. Ito concluded that his son Ishii Kazuki was still alive, "This will help their new life."
...but they will also be limited by this for their entire lives.
Kirigo Nozomi's sigh was drowned in her heart. Her father was never a good man, nor did he think he was a bad man. He often showed kindness, such as helping Honda Tsuneichi, taking in Yamashita Kiyoshi who was too seriously socially frightened to survive in society, Aoki Tomohiro who made a big mistake, Kagawa Tomomi who was kicked out and became homeless, and affirming the ideas of the Shiraishi couple...
But he also indulges in malice and is accustomed to throwing mice into a narrow sandbox and using light-hearted sentences to push experiments again and again.
Kiyoshi Yamashita, who raised his weapon in the dark to exclude any strangers who entered his life, Tomohiro Aoki, who gave up thinking and repeated his past crimes, Tomomi Kagawa, who took pleasure in framing others, and went even further, the Shiraishi couple who actively invited others to test their family, and Kisaragi, whose aging mind was gradually twisted, were looking for their son...
"If I follow the routine," Tong Xiangwang closed his eyes, letting the old man's mumbling and the warmth of his palms come to him, "I might be able to get a promotion before I'm forty, own a house and one or two children, and my wife will iron my tie for me every night. We might have a dog, not a big one, but one that will lick your palm and wag its tail when it sees you come home.
But I have to go out before seven in the morning and be home at six in the evening. If I have a dinner party, I may not be home until ten. My wife has to be troubled by endless trivial matters. The children may not understand our hard work. They will only make a lot of noise and run around laughing. Dog hair is flying everywhere, and the house seems to never be clean.
It’s hard to say what went wrong, I just want to say that this is not the life I expected.
I am tired of signing documents, drinking and chatting with people I know or don't know, and going home to take care of my children and wife, where I am so busy that I don't want to say a word.
I think I should have a different life. ”
What about me? What kind of life should I have?
What would my life be like without you?
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