[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

"bigamy?"

"I don't quite understand either."

Listening casually to Natsume's words, Fukuo lay on his back, with a wooden beam above his head, moved his body a little, and he could see a little bit of the sky radiating from the corner of his eye.

"No matter which side is right, you are innocent and there is no need to get involved."

"The neighbor's wife is alone with her daughter and has no one to rely on. I feel sorry for being alone."

The light with the heat of midsummer fills every inch of space, the smell of plants, the sound of cicadas, the unstoppable sweat on the body surface and the never-ending chill inside.

He wanted to let go of himself and reform himself, only to realize that regaining the bottom line is much more difficult than abandoning the bottom line. The pursuit of efficiency has become a conditioned reflex, and self-interest has been deeply rooted in his bones. Indifference bordering on hostility.

He tried to slow down the fast rhythm for many years, but instead disrupted the whole movement, his will was weak, he was confused and undisciplined, and while he was anxious about standing still, he remained motionless, and the cycle repeatedly aggravated the confusion and depression.Lying here like this, he felt that liquid metal was flowing in his veins, either boiling at a high speed, or gradually condensing to death.

The pendant is icy on his chest, he can even smell the stench of copper pumped out from his heart from time to time, the lingering flattery to gold, although he has lost the high-sounding reason to make money, but he is afraid that if he doesn't pay attention a little bit, he will still pay attention to it. Will go back to believe in money.

The scary thing is that he is still awake now, what if he is suffering from illness and mental depression?

The changes in the world are extremely complicated. There is no miracle that cannot happen to people. Of course, there are good and bad miracles.

Closing his eyes, Fuchou slowly got up, and the complete clear sky appeared in his vision.

"You keep talking."

It is the idea of ​​escaping from terror and finding the direction of action.Wandering at the end of the previous road and the beginning of the next road, the best way he can think of is to find the right thing to do first.

"I'll help you with this."

"So, you are still very good at talking."

Natsume picked up the scraps of fruit peels, heard the dull sound of items falling to the ground from the compartment, and almost thought that Mr. Kitty had hanged himself too, but when he thought that Mr. Cat was so fat that he had no neck, he felt relieved and went to see what was going on.

He came back with Mr. Kitty in his arms and an old radio, which was what it knocked over.

"I remembered, the other lady's original name is Seto." Natsume adjusted the old antique left by the previous owner boringly, accompanied by the sound of the audio, and continued, "Ms. Nase is justified, her husband married Harada It is Qiuyue who used her relationship to register her household registration, and what she used was her wife's family relationship."

"So Naze and Qiuyue are legal couples." Fuchou doesn't care about gossip, he doesn't care who is good and who is bad, "Do you have children?"

"No."

"When was the will made?"

"Four months before Qiuyue died unexpectedly."

Natsume's hands trembled, and the radio screamed.

"How to divide the inheritance?"

"It's all for Ellie."

"Is this property the pre-marital or post-marital property of Akizuki and Harada?"

"I don't know," Natsume frantically turned off the radio, "I feel a sense of urgency."

"Quick conversations save me time and save customers money."

"Are you billing for this consultation?"

"No," Fu Chou patted his forehead, "I have an occupational disease."

Natsume sighed and smiled kindly.

"Seizing the dominance through strong questioning can effectively control the legally blind who are not assertive or inexplicably confident. It will be more convenient to collect evidence and sign relevant written documents."

"I understand, but I can't learn."

"No need."

During the conversation, the sky was getting dark, and the warm wind was blowing gently.

Fuchao dragged the radio and tuned up a radio station that could be heard, and Bach's piano music was playing.

"My license is not valid here, so I can only offer some opinions. Your lawsuit will go as planned."

Natsume was a little puzzled.

"What are our plans?"

"The plan of the lawsuit."

"What lawsuit is planned?"

"Plan your lawsuit."

"There is no plan for the lawsuit."

The two sides are silent, the cicadas are singing gradually, and the birds are chirping for a long time.

"If you don't have a plan, you say you have no plan..." Fu Chou laughed.

Natsume couldn't help but laugh too.

Sometimes the atmosphere is relaxed, the dialogue is thoughtless, and the jokes are naturally inexplicably weird.

"Many people will never be able to settle a lawsuit in their lifetime. They are unprepared and take one step at a time." Natsume whispered, "No one always prepares for bad things. The motivation of life is to wait for good things to happen, right?"

The night is softly draped, there is no moon shadow, no stars, tree shadows stand in the dark night sky, the sky is full of glass, the rustling sound of the old radio is accompanied by the quiet and gentle "Moonlight", the quality is leisurely, simple and stable.

"What was going through your mind when you kicked over the stool?"

"It's not easy to kick, my feet hurt."

Natsume smiled: "The stool is not for kicking over, it is its duty to be stable."

"If it were you, what would you think?"

The sudden question made Natsume think for a long time.

"I started from leaving this small courtyard, a blank sheet of paper, spent a turbulent childhood, met all kinds of people, grew into such an adult, there are still so many things that I don't understand, if it's like this It's over, I'm sure I'm sorry..."

The moon appeared quietly at some unknown time, his handsome profile reflected the clear light, and his light-colored pupils were full and soft.

"But since it must end, I have no reason not to accept it. At the last moment of my life, the world is still so beautiful. I should be able to see people who care."

The radio switched to Debussy's Reflections in the Water.The music is brisk and turbulent, causing ripples in the clear moonlight.

"Can you dance?"

Natsume tilted his head while maintaining a smile.

"Eh?"

Fucho stood up and sent him an inviting hand.

"I do not know."

"It's also good to step on each other's feet."

Fufu jokingly said that Natsume saw his rich blue-green eyes shining brightly, like music flowing.

"There are less than 50 seconds left in the song."

Natsume stopped hesitating and grabbed his hand.

For 50 seconds, this small courtyard is an indescribable island floating outside the world, floating in the sky surrounded by clouds and mist, and sinking at the bottom of the clear water.

No matter what color of eyes you have, you can see a more beautiful world.

The author has something to say:

Impressionist music "Reflection in the Water" is the first piece in the first volume of "The Image" composed by Debussy in 1905.The painting on the cover is "Sunrise. Impression" by Impressionist writer Monet in 1872