Chapter 27
"…I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not coming to see you sooner."
It was a little after seven in the afternoon and the sun had not yet set. A warm red light lingered on his face.
I recalled the past two days, and my memory finally stopped at what Dr. Mori and Alice said.
I raised my hand and tugged at his shirt. "Do you have any money?"
I deliberately mispronounced the word to divert his attention.
Sure enough, he looked at me in confusion, and I pointed at Dr. Mori.
"Dr. Sen treated my injuries. I don't have any money. Can you give me some pads?"
Dr. Mori blinked and smiled again, like an old fox.
It seemed that when he saw Dr. Mori, Nakahara Chuuya remembered something and protected me behind him as if he were facing a powerful enemy.
"I'll give you the money for her."
*
After we left, I asked Nakahara Chuuya, "Why are you so wary of Dr. Mori?"
Who knew he would hold my shoulders seriously and say, "Don't let your guard down against that man. He is the only doctor here and he is very capable."
"His ability... But I guess Jiu wouldn't care, right?"
He was amused by me, but he remembered that he wanted to warn me, so he lowered the corners of his mouth.
"It's not that reason, it's just, it's just... well, he doesn't have a good reputation around here, you know?"
I thought about how Mori Ogai and Alice were getting along, and thought there was nothing wrong with it, so I looked at Nakahara Chuuya with a confused look on my face.
Nakahara Chuuya frowned, looking extremely worried. After a moment, he sighed.
"Forget it. Just remember to stay away from him."
Maybe it was because I was back with someone I knew well, so I wanted to be soft-hearted for once, and I still grabbed the hem of Nakahara Chuuya's clothes and shook them gently.
"Jiuye, I want to eat cake." I said to him seriously, "but I don't have any money."
"Eating cake is my biggest wish right now. I hope that the omnipotent Chu can help me realize this important wish."
Nakahara Chuuya: …?
But he still took me to buy one.
*
Zhong Yuanzhong also felt very guilty. Regardless of whether Rong was a member of the sheep or a friend in his heart, he felt that it was his fault for not finding Rong in time.
He had been searching for Fluff almost non-stop these past few days, but Yokohama was so large that it would take him at least three to five days to find the person.
But in these three to five days or in an instant, the down may die.
He was very impatient and anxious to find Velvet.
He turned Iron Street upside down, and many people heard that he was looking for someone, including the doctor.
He was worried that the doctor would take the opportunity to use Velvet to threaten him. He would be fine, but what if Velvet was hurt?
Fortunately, the doctor didn't do anything to Velvet, otherwise he would definitely be angry.
He has been looking for someone for a whole day and night! If someone were to snatch the person away from under his nose again...ha, just wait and see.
Perhaps sensing his low mood, Rong grabbed his clothes and made a request to him: she wanted a cake.
He was stunned. This was the first time that Rong told him clearly what she needed.
Although they were friends, it was at this moment that Nakahara Chuuya suddenly realized that Rong was two years younger than him.
There's no way. Some children usually seem to be really sensible and require less worry than Shirase and the others, which invisibly makes her look older.
After paying the money, Zhongyuan Zhongye suddenly realized that Rong was coaxing him.
Nakahara Chuuya: ...
He laughed, he is a very gentle person.
*
After I finished making the cake, I finally had time to ask Nakahara Chuuya, "Is Chuuya not going to work part-time?"
He has been looking for me these days. He must have not been able to find an opportunity to work and earn money.
Nakahara Chuuya said calmly, "It's okay. I have some savings. Shirase and the others will take care of the sheep while I'm busy outside."
"So what about now? You're worried about me going back to Yang alone? You've become a mother-sang."
"No, you bastard!" Nakahara Chuuya angrily put his fist on my head.
I staggered a bit. “It hurts, Chuuya. I’m still injured… I still need to go to Dr. Mori to change the bandage.”
He was concerned about the wound on my body and quickly put his hand down. After listening to what I said, he said to me irritably, "But... okay, at least let me accompany you every time you go to his place to change the dressing."
I raised my left hand and touched the bandages on my body with my right hand. I said to Nakahara Chuuya curiously, "I have bandages all over my body now. It feels like this is the first time I have so many bandages."
I looked at Nakahara Chuuya's face which turned dark in a second, and felt that it was a good thing that he didn't have anything in his hands, otherwise everything would be destroyed by him.
"Is Chuuya busy now?" Looking at the small restaurant in the distance, I asked Chuuya Nakahara.
But he looked at me in shock, with a look on his face that almost said "How can you still eat this?"
This time I was silent. "... Chuuya, although I understand that you are not good at getting along with girls, this is really ungentlemanly behavior."
Seeing his ears turn red, I explained to him
"Because I'm busy with a business recently and want to establish a cooperative relationship with a restaurant like this, so we are going to discuss business now."
It was as if he had discovered a new continent.
"I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid, am I?"
He looked at me in a puzzled manner and asked, "Excuse me, what is the standard for your intelligence?"
I used my brother as the standard, but I couldn't reveal his existence, so I could only change the subject.
"So do you have time to accompany me to that restaurant to find the person in charge?"
He glanced at the sky and said, "Yes, I was planning to spend the whole day looking for you."
"Yeah, so Chuuya should just go with me."
*
Nakahara Chuuya's face works very well in and around Taiti Street.
"Grandpa, do you want fish in your store? Fresh fish."
The old man looked me up and down, shook his head, lit his pipe, and hummed twice.
"I've seen your pranks many times before. Don't make fun of me anymore."
"Grandpa, we really have the goods. They are fresh big fat fish caught at the port over there. They are very fresh."
The old man still shook his head and didn't believe what I said.
I had thought of this situation a long time ago. This is the bad thing about children. No one believes whatever they say.
So I started to threaten him skillfully, no, to negotiate with him in a friendly manner by using his weaknesses.
"Grandpa, your son is sick."
"He was in his 30s or 40s, and his wife and children were still alive, but he got seriously ill and the doctor said he would die within two years."
"You've been worrying about this lately."
Looking at the other person's increasingly bad eyes, I thought of the old woman before.
"Grandpa, why is there so much suffering in the world? So suffocating?"
Talking about other people's tragedies, but with a smile on my face.
...It's really hard to like myself like this.
"Grandpa, please cooperate with me. I have a way to get the freshest fish and deliver it to you in the shortest time."
"I will keep my word. If you don't believe me..."
I pulled Nakahara Chuuya out from behind me and said, "Look, Grandpa, this is the Sheep King Nakahara Chuuya. He has a great reputation."
"He's the kind of idiot who will definitely help us solve our problems."
Nakahara Chuuya, who was pulled out by me, was still dazed at first, until he heard what I said, the veins on his head popped up "Fluff!"
"Jiuye~ Please help me."
"..." He moved his mouth, but still accepted the fact helplessly.
The old man was silent, puffing on his pipe. What I just said seemed to have pulled his spine out, making his already crooked back even more bent.
The leaves rustled in the evening breeze. The smell of the old man's tobacco was different from the pungent smell of others. It made people feel at ease when they first smelled it.
But now, that smell suddenly became stronger, reminding me of the scene in the desert where a cowboy struck a match, lit a cigarette, looked into the distance, and reviewed his life.
He was silent for a long time, which made me feel uncomfortable. I wanted to smile badly, but I held it back. Maybe the smile on my face made me want to cry.
In this silent confrontation, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help it first. He was an innocent victim who was accidentally dragged into the battlefield by me.
He shook off my increasingly tight grip on his hand and said, "What on earth is going on now? This is really..."
"It's like being rubbed between two pieces of sandpaper, right?"
He hadn't read any books and couldn't find the right adjective, so I helped him fill it in.
"Um."
The old man finally looked up at us and said, "You know I can't refuse, little girl."
In this conversation, I pushed him to the edge.
My face almost froze from laughing. "So, Grandpa agreed?"
"snort."
*
On the way back, I lay uncomfortably on Chuuya's back. He had special abilities, so he didn't feel I was heavy at all, so I didn't hesitate to do so.
He could still hear the sound of his soles rubbing against the dry road.
"Why do you do this?" I heard him ask me.
The sun had completely set, the sky turned blue again, but it was already dark behind us.
I felt like I was carrying that black thing on my back, so it was extremely heavy on my shoulders.
"...Chuuya, does living mean hurting others?" I didn't answer his question, but asked him a question instead.
He remained silent and couldn't answer my question.
…………
…
Yes, we live to hurt others.
It was the same with Zhong Yuanzhong. He had beaten others for sheep and had also killed people for sheep.
We are all the same. In order to live humbly in this weird and twisted world, we have to hurt each other and draw nourishment from each other's blood.
The only difference is that the weapon I used was a blunt knife, so no blood was seen, while Zhongyuan Chuye used a sharp knife, so blood was seen.
But our weapons have one thing in common: they can hurt people, hurt ourselves, hurt others, or even kill us.
We are all murderers.
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