Chapter 179 Blooming Tomorrow

What medicine?

Kasugawa Shugo was stunned for a moment before he realized what the other party was asking. He looked at the man seriously and denied, "No need to take it anymore."

People who knew him knew that this man sometimes didn't have much credibility when he said something, so Kasugawa didn't answer. He just looked up at the other person's face that was no longer the same as before, and carefully observed his expression.

In the past, the man never dared to keep his eyes on this face that was too similar to Fumiko for a moment. Now that this face has grown up completely, and the face that was originally exactly the same even in the details has become less similar because of male characteristics, he can look at it a few more times without any burden.

He looks much better than before. Even though he has been working as a model worker for so long and was hanging in the basement for a night, he is still energetic and much healthier than when he was a child.

Kasugawa Fuminako left her child not only life and a name that seems full of hope, but also the remnants of anxiety that has accompanied her for a long time.

The quiet departure of the grandmother combined the separation anxiety that was originally more common in children with the shadow of hereditary anxiety, so that the young boy had to rely on sleeping pills that were not suitable for this age group to fall asleep. Occasionally, when the condition is too serious, anti-depressants are also needed.

At first, Ishikawa was lucky, at least he dared to take any task after Fuminako left, and saved a considerable amount of money. He could buy back the prescription drugs that were difficult to get in these places at dozens or hundreds of times the price.

Probably until the boy, who was raised in a safe house where the sun never shines, finally unconsciously ate the remaining half bottle of sleeping pills due to excessive anxiety and fear, and the man who packed him up at the fastest speed in his life and sent him to an inadequately equipped hospital for gastric lavage, realized belatedly that no normal child who grows up needs to rely on painkillers and sleeping pills to barely survive, and no normal child would apologize for causing trouble to his family after almost exhausting himself to the point of having to meet his biological mother.

Because of many reasons, during the years he lived with Kasugawa Shugo, he rarely saw the other's round eyes shining with pure light. In his impression...

When Ichikawa was thinking, Kasugawa Shugo, who was walking in front, looked at him with some doubts, and seemed not to be prepared to continue to delay time here. He just turned around and continued to walk towards the rooftop. The man behind was silent for a while, but still caught up.

In the narrow stairwell, all sounds were infinitely amplified, because of the question just now and the situation where they were alone after sending the little boy away, the atmosphere was more solidified than before.

Ikawa held the gun in his most familiar position, with the muzzle slightly pointed downwards to avoid the man in front of him. Years of experience allowed him to immediately aim the gun at the dangerous party and shoot when danger came. So the man simply gave his body to the conditioned reflex he had cultivated, letting himself fall into memories that he had not thought of for a long time, and carefully thinking about the thing he had only thought about half of just now.

In his memory, he had only seen Kasugawa Shugo's sparkling eyes four times.

Needless to say, the first time was when he rushed to the hospital to pick him up. In winter, the boy was wrapped in a scarf made by his grandmother, curled up on an iron chair in the hospital corridor. At this age, he could not understand the concept of death. He only knew that his grandmother had slept for a whole day and night without waking up. When his sister who delivered newspapers asked why he came to get the newspaper today, the adults who looked at him with a mixed expression of panic and pity quickly called an ambulance and sent him and his relatives who could not wake up here.

The hospital was too big for the boy who rarely stepped out of his family yard. There were people coming and going, noisy and noisy.

When Ikawa approached, the boy who had never seen his father seemed to feel something, and subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes covered by tears suddenly lit up.

The second time was a long time later. It was probably after he wrapped the boy, who had his stomach washed by the black doctor and was under observation all night and was finally fine, tightly in his coat and carried him to the alley where his home was.

There were many stray animals in the place where they used to live together. It was very common. In fact, sometimes there were more homeless people than animals.

Few people went out in this area during the day. In the narrow alley, only he and the boy, who was wrapped so tightly that you couldn't tell from a distance whether he was a person or a cargo, walked by.

When he turned the corner and was about to bypass the puddle of water, he felt that the guy in his arms, who had been so well-behaved all the way, suddenly moved.

The boy, who had been listless since he woke up last night, finally raised his head from his father's arms. He looked outside through the gap in his coat and said the first sentence after leaving the clinic, "...Is it dead?"

Ikawa held the child wrapped in his coat tighter in his arms. Following his line of sight, he saw a dog lying on the corner of the street where all kinds of waste were piled up. The man gently hooked the dog's outstretched paw with the tip of his shoe, and the dog, which seemed to be dead, shrank back, whimpered, and timidly raised his head to look at the man standing in front of him.

The eyes were full of fatigue and anxiety. In the continuous rain, the signs on the roadside reflected a strange orange-yellow color. At some point, they overlapped with the child tightly held in the arms of the tall man.

"No." Ikawa pursed his lips and answered the question in a somewhat cold tone. Then, he asked a question that he himself did not expect, "Do you want a puppy?"

The boy was stunned for a while, then nodded gently, looking very reserved, but after being gently put on the ground by the man, he immediately moved closer and held the dirty puppy in his arms without hesitation.

His clean clothes immediately became as dirty as the puppy, and his chin was rubbed with mud. Ikawa looked at him with a headache, and wrapped the dirty man and dog again with the inside of his clean coat, and took them back home.

After returning home, the boy carefully washed himself and the dog, and pestered his father, who rarely talked to him, to help bandage the wounds on the stray dog. After that, he stayed with the exhausted puppy who fell asleep, and waited until Ikawa prepared a hasty lunch before finally shifting his attention away from the little life.

"Bread." After finishing his meal, the boy, who had lunch of yesterday's leftover whole grain bread with instant miso soup, suddenly raised the small bun in his hand and said.

His eyes fell on the puppy curled up in the corner and fell asleep. His eyes sparkled because the color of the dog's fur and the color of the bread were very similar to this great discovery. "I'm going to call it bread."

Ikawa, who was stuffing bread into his mouth, looked at Kasugawa Shugo who raised the bread with both hands and carefully compared it with the sleeping puppy. For a moment, he didn't know whether to swallow the bread in his mouth.

He felt that he should be glad that he didn't make the spicy curry that he was most familiar with at noon today, otherwise Kasugawa Shugo would find that potatoes and the puppy curled up into a circle in the corner also looked like each other.

The boy had a small appetite. After finishing the miso soup in the bowl, he put down the half-eaten bread in his hand and went to see the puppy he had brought back. Ikawa finished the half bread that the child put back on the plate as usual, but he felt that this little bit was not enough. He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how he could be full with such a small amount.

After he finished his lunch, which was many times more than the boy's, the boy still squatted in front of the puppy, as if he was ready to find out what the other party would dream about. Ikawa walked over a few steps, reached out and picked up the boy, who was not even as tall as his waist, from behind, and put him on the single bed very close to the dining table, so that he could take a nap.

Ikawa seldom came back, and now the two of them were squeezed on the bed, making the single bed, which was already small for Ikawa, who was both taller and had excellent muscles, even more crowded. The boy, who hadn't slept all night, looked energetic. He ran to the end of the bed and stretched out his hand to continue to harass the sleeping bread, and pulled the puppy's tail that was swinging unconsciously after falling asleep. Because of his excessive concentration, he almost fell off the bed.

The man who had been paying attention to the other's situation quickly stretched out his hand, pulled the boy who was about to fall off the edge of the bed back into his arms, and wrapped his arms around him. The latter struggled twice and found that the arms of the man who was much taller than him were like cast iron, and he couldn't get away no matter what, so he finally settled down and leaned a little into the other's arms.

Ikawa reached out and touched his forehead. He was still running a low fever after inducing vomiting last night, and it felt a little hot to the touch. But he was inexplicably energetic. He didn't know if it was because of the puppy that had just arrived, or because he hadn't taken the medicine that would make people feel a little listless while fighting anxiety.

Because of yesterday's situation, the man realized it belatedly and felt a sense of relief as if he had regained something he had lost or was just surprised . He rarely talked to his child and said, "Do you like puppies?

" "Yes." The boy moved up a little and grabbed the man's clothes on his chest with his small hands. He narrowed his already round eyes and arched his body in his father's arms for a few times, then he hesitantly moved over and kissed the man's angular jaw.

Ikawa was stunned and kept lowering his head. He saw the sparkling eyes of his child, which were very bright in the dim room. The boy's chestnut curly hair, which had just been washed and dried, was spread softly on the bed, with a few strands curling. It swayed slightly with the wind leaking in from the edge of the window, rubbing against the skin on Ikawa's arm, causing a slight itching that could be ignored.

The boy was rarely sleepy without the help of drugs. He closed his eyes slightly because of sleepiness, but still tried to look at the man who lowered his head to look at him, his eyes were full of pure light. The child's cheeks were stained with a thin layer of blush after eating, and he looked so well-behaved when he raised his head to look at him sleepily.

'Thank you, Dad.' He curled his eyes and smiled a little at the man who was still stunned by the too soft touch on his jaw.

The third time... The third time was not for any special reason.

It was just that when the man returned home after a week-long mission, he found that there was suddenly sunlight in the safe house.

All the places where the interior could be seen clearly from the outside, especially the windows, were covered with black cloth. The boy knelt by the window, holding the bread that had grown a lot, and put his small face on the window sill. He pulled up a corner of the black cloth, and the golden afterglow of the sunset shone on the boy's face through this small gap.

He and the puppy in his arms tried to get in where the sunlight was pouring in. The round eyes illuminated by the sunlight were like the most beautiful gems in the world.

If he lifted the black cloth, he didn't know when someone would accidentally see that he had a child in his safe house. If those people found out...

The consequences he imagined in his mind made Ikawa's face turn cold instantly. He walked over and pulled the boy back, and put the black cloth back on. After just one day, he changed it to a version that could not be easily lifted.

So the light in the boy's eyes disappeared with the sunlight.

The first time was because of expectation, the second time was because of happiness, the third time was just a simple flash of light in the sunlight, and the fourth time...

Ikawa followed the grown-up Kasugawa Shugo and tapped the handrail with his fingertips subconsciously as he walked towards the top floor. He finally remembered why the last time was

because of many mixed emotions, and the most were probably anger and hatred.

The shriveled boy bit his lower lip. He could see some frightening signals from the man who had come back to spend the whole day with him in the small room and put big chunks of beef in the spicy curry today. So he was stubborn and unwilling to eat a bite of dinner, and even directly knocked his portion to the ground.

"I don't care what your reasons are." After being moistened by tears and anger, his eyes were shockingly bright, as if he wanted to rely on such light to burn the silent man opposite.

The boy shouted in his still childish voice, "For me or for yourself, no matter what the reason is, even if it's because of death, I'll abandon you!"

"Don't even think about abandoning me, don't even think about it. "

Jikawa looked at him for a long time, and finally spoke, 'Don't swear.'

The man opposite him instantly showed an even more annoyed look. Sometimes he even hated and resented his father's silent and unperturbed appearance at all times. After an unknown amount of stalemate, the man finally put down the gun he was repairing and turned to look at the face that was too similar, 'What can you do here? Will you be a mercenary with me in the future?'

'Why not?!' The boy frowned. His physical condition was much better than before because he had been taught those life-threatening moves by the man for a long time. 'What you can do, I can do, and what you can't do, I can do too. Why can't I stay here?'

'Can you kill people? 'Jikawa stood up and spoke in a cold voice.

'I...' The boy was stunned for a moment by this question and subconsciously took a step back. The man was very tall when he stood up and was wearing the same clothes he usually wore when on a mission, which made him shrink a little. The boy gritted his teeth and looked away from the other party, saying stubbornly, 'I can, I can learn.'

'Then you learn now. '

The boy couldn't help but widen his eyes because of this sentence. The next second, he was pulled over by his wrist, and the back of his head was against Ikawa's chest. The man easily pressed the wrists of his child with one hand, and then he stuffed the gun into the boy's hand, forcing him to hold the cold 90 gun in his hand tightly, and pointed the gun at the puppy in the corner who had been in a low mood because of the quarrel between the two.

'Kill it.' Ikawa said coldly, holding the other's hands holding the gun with one hand, and pressing the other hand on the boy's jaw, making him look directly at the target, 'I taught you how to use a gun, now, shoot it in the head. Kill it, and I will let you stay. The boy

stared blankly ahead. He didn't know what was going on, but he was sensitive enough to sense that something was wrong. So he lowered his tail, curled himself up, and quietly looked at the black muzzle of the gun in the hand of his immature master.

He couldn't pull the trigger no matter what.

So Ikawa took the pistol casually and told the stunned boy as if he was issuing a verdict that he would lure the police tomorrow and he only needed to stay in the room and say that he was abducted and didn't know who his parents were or where his home was, and he could leave cleanly.

As he left, he saw Bread running over and rubbing his wet nose against the boy who had fallen to the ground, wiping away the tears that had probably already covered his entire face.

There were only four fleeting times, but now his eyes are always bright, perhaps because he can finally feel at ease and boldly contact the outside world, meet good friends, or simply finally contact the sunlight, and the pair of already beautiful gems can finally be taken out of the dark warehouse and placed under the bright light.

Thinking of this, Ikawa suddenly thought of the dog he had picked up and raised for a long time, so when he walked up another step, he still whispered, "Noodles..."

He quickly stopped talking.

Many years have passed, and he may have left the world long ago. When he spoke, he realized that he had asked a somewhat inexplicable question, and even because he recalled the only kiss that Kasugawa Shugo gave him on his chin, he chose the name "bread" that he never liked to call.

"Dead." The answer was the same as he thought. Just from the first word, he knew what the man had not yet said. Kasugawa Shugo, who was walking in front, looked away and replied coldly, "Died a long time ago." It

was originally an older dog. After going to the welfare home with him, it suddenly stopped eating and drinking, and looked like it was about to die after being abandoned. Every day, it lay at the door and sobbed in the direction it came from. It died in less than half a month.

This name, or rather this dog, immediately reminded him of the memories that were strung together, and the anger and hatred that he thought had dissipated surged up. The chestnut-haired man pursed his lips, not wanting to let himself be swayed by such a distant memory, but still said, "I'm not it."

Kasugawa Shugo narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to prove something, and said to the person who was a few steps behind him, "I can survive without you, and I can live well."

"Really? That's good." The man responded quickly.

Officer Kurifa then belatedly realized that the reason why Ishikawa sent him away was because he wanted him to live a better life. Such angry words actually fulfilled the other party's wish. However, saying that he was not living well seemed as if he could not live without this man. He puffed up his cheeks slightly, remained silent for a while, and simply pushed aside the emotions that were caused by the completion of past memories, and continued to walk up.

His steps were much heavier than before.

Ishikawa turned around and saw Iwama who was almost a floor behind him.

"Uh... family conflict?" Iwama watched the whole process of his friend angering his son with just one question. The corners of his mouth twitched and he looked at the other party a few times, and could only spit out this word.

He had just waited for a long time in the stairwell, and when he saw that Ishikawa didn't let him follow, he just muttered about how this guy used to disappear frequently when he had a wife, and now that he saw his son, he completely forgot about him. He immediately followed.

He thought that An Jing had been whispering for so long because he had finished his whisper, but who knew that this is what he heard as soon as he came up.

If he had known, he would not have followed. If he interfered in other people's family conflicts, he would definitely end up in trouble.

He might even be killed to silence him.

Iwama shook his head, stepped back a distance, and gestured to his mouth with his hand as if he was zipping.