King of 25 Cubs

"Goodbye, Santa Claus is leaving."

Touching the frozen Santa hat on my head, I stopped, and put my hands into my empty pockets.

Tsk, not even half a coin.

The hat couldn't just be returned to the merchant, and I had no money in my pocket, so I had no choice but to turn back to Dazai.

"that--"

As soon as I stretched out my hand, Dazai blinked blankly, then his lips were pursed, his expression was tense, and his eyes were filled with vigilance.

He took two steps back and hid the balloons and candies behind him. His voice was serious and persistent: "What you give me is mine!"

Heh, you wanted me to give it to someone else just now, you pretentious miser!

"...I mean, you have to lose money."

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I pointed to the Santa hat on my head: "I'm going to retire, and the hat has to be returned to Santa's organization, thanks to you, now the hat is crumpled and hard, how can I hand it in."

Dazai's eyes flickered slightly, he took another step back, and quickly said with a wooden face: "I don't have any money."

"It's only 1000 yuan, you don't even have a thousand, do you?"

Like a debt collector, I approached him with my hands raised: "Hurry up, the reindeer is waiting for me."

Dazai clutched his pocket tightly, and said confidently: "You are still Santa Claus, why do you have to ask me, a kid, for 1000 yuan?"

"Santa Claus is not rich, and my hat is like this because of whom? Even a child has to take responsibility, bastard!"

Seeing that Dazai turned around and wanted to run away, I stopped talking nonsense and grabbed his collar by the back of his collar, and put my hand into his pocket...

After two seconds, I silently took out my hand.

"...your pockets are cleaner than your face."

As expected of you.

Dazai frowned, straightened the folds on his collar slowly, and said in a leisurely manner, "Do you only need 1000 yuan? I can give you more."

He looked into my eyes steadily, as if he wanted to confirm something, and when he said the last sentence, his tone was a little bit seductive.

I shook my head: "It only costs 1000 yuan."

The price of the hat is one thousand.

"It's really restrained, obviously you can take the opportunity to get more, can't you?"

After he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked away briskly. I watched him pass by the crowd at the port, and came back 5 minutes later, throwing me two [-]-yen coins.

"Stolen?" I raised my eyebrows: "You are very skilled, kid."

"How can something about a good boy be called stealing?"

With a slight mockery on Dazai's face, he wrote lightly: "It's 'borrowed' from a habitual thief who often hangs around in the nearby area."

He paused for a moment and said, "Since you just gave me a gift that belongs exclusively to 'good kids', I can't choose those 'normal people' as targets... well, at least not in front of you."

I smiled and picked up the coins: "Thanks."

Dazai climbed up the sea turtle sculpture again, and waved his back to me: "If you don't leave, your reindeer won't wait for you, go back, Santa Claus."

After a pause, his voice was weak, erratic and cold: "Go back to the sky and don't come down again."

The snow seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

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Tsugaru station.

With the help of the staff at the train station and the police, I got to Takasu Ikue.

To be precise, Ikue Takasu should have found me.

There was a little displeasure on her face, and when her eyes fell on me, the displeasure disappeared quietly and turned into a kind of indifference.

"Why did you get out of the car all of a sudden?" she asked.

Recalling my state when I was eight years old, I considered my words: "I saw a woman wearing the same clothes as you walking on the platform through the window."

I lowered my head and said cautiously: "I thought my mother threw me in the car and didn't want me anymore, so I wanted to chase after my mother, but after I got out of the car and grabbed that woman, I realized that I had identified the wrong person."

Hearing my words, Takaho Ikue's eyes flickered slightly, and she sighed almost imperceptibly, but her body tensed up even more.

After a long time, as if she had made up her mind, she said to me in the most gentle tone in my memory: "I'll take you to a place, okay?"

She has never talked to me like this before, but in such tenderness, there is a kind of temptation and a kind of courage to break the boat.

I asked softly, "Where are you going?"

"Go...to find your father."

I blinked my eyes and looked up pretending to be happy: "Really? I can finally see my father?"

Gao Suiyujiang pursed the corners of his lips, remained silent for a moment, and said, "As long as you are obedient, you may see your father."

"He will value you more than me, like you, care about you, and will protect you as you grow up."

"Unqualified liar."

I said in my heart.

Takasu Ikue's eyes were very serious, with hope in his seriousness, trying to deceive himself while deceiving me.

Alas, a qualified liar should be like me, only lying to others, not to myself.

I nodded, smiled, and said with confidence: "Well, I will be very good."

Everything that followed did not exceed my expectations. Ikue Takasu quickly went through the formalities for going abroad, bought a plane ticket, and took me to Moscow on the last day of the New Year.

I didn't object to any of her arrangements, I didn't even say a single extra word, just like she described before - like a rag doll.

After nine hours of air travel, we took a train for nearly an hour after arriving in Moscow, and finally arrived at our destination.

I clutched my down jacket tightly and muttered silently:

"Russia is really cold, I don't like this place!"

After getting off the car, Ikue Takasu took me straight to the church in the small town.

The New Year ceremony was being held in the church. The clergy led the believers to sign the cross on their chests and recite the Bible until the ceremony was over and the believers left one after another.

A boy in a snow cap with limp black hair and purple jelly eyes brushes past me.

I suddenly had an inexplicable feeling and turned my head suddenly to look over.

Hey, are you dazzled?

Among the bustling crowd, there was no boy who gave me a strange feeling.

Gao Suiyujiang glanced at me and held my wrist tightly. When all the believers left, she led me into the church.

When she first stepped into the church, her footsteps were a little heavy, and then she landed gently as if she was afraid of waking up something.

She took me by the hand, took the second step tensely, realized that nothing happened, and looked back at me again.

Seeing that I didn't notice any changes, she let out a breath slowly, and her steps became firmer.

The priest looked up at us, nodded slightly, and asked something in Russian kindly.

I'm guessing it was something like "Can I help you?"

Takaho Ikue let go of his hands, walked up to the priest and bowed. Afterwards, their conversations were all in Russian, and I couldn't understand them at all. I could only guess what they said based on the expressions on both sides.

The priest's face was a little serious, and he relaxed a little when he looked at me. In the end, he seemed to make some suggestion, and Takaho Ikue saluted again, and led me out of the church.

The road in the small town was buried by snow, and people walked on a new path again. On the other side of the frozen wide river, there was an endless birch forest in sight.

I looked around curiously, the river was very lively, the residents of the town took out a square jelly on the river, a few strong Russian men were queuing up, they only wore slippers and bathrobes, and one took off his bathrobe, Chi|Jumped into the river topless and only wearing swimming trunks, picked up ice water and wiped it on his arms, neck, and well-developed hairy chest muscles.

No, take an ice bath in this weather?Still queuing up and organizing groups to wash?

I shuddered.

As expected of a fighting nation...

Snow covered the more distant mountains and forests, and a few minutes later, an old pointed house appeared in view. The faded signboard at the door was written in a Russian language I didn't understand.

The sound of laughter came to my ears, and several children were playing games in the yard.

Gao Suiyujiang knocked on the dilapidated door and said something, a girl with blond hair and brown eyes replied and ran back to the house.

Soon, the girl ran out dragging a fat Russian guy whose physique could hold four or five of her.

The uncle was born with a big shoulder and a round waist, with curly black hair and a big beard. He looked relatively hard in texture, slightly bald on the top of his head, had a rosacea nose, flushed cheeks, and a lingering alcohol smell on his body.

Holding a glass of vodka in his hand, he sang Katyusha, indulging in the happiness brought by alcohol.

The girl frowned in disgust, pursed her lips, bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, and slapped the uncle on the face neatly.

It was like a signal to start fire. In an instant, countless snowballs flew out of the children's hands and stuck on the uncle's face.

Amidst the children's triumphant laughter, the uncle fell into the snow in a daze, sat up again after a while and scratched his head, looking sober.

Noticing the glass of wine he had spilled, he raised his fist and roared "Ulla", while the children scattered in a frenzy.

I watched their interaction with interest and thought... well, it's very Russian.

Scaring the children away, the uncle stood up and patted the snow foam on his body, looking at us two outsiders naturally.

Takaho Ikue walked over, and I still couldn't understand what they talked about afterwards.

It is simply impossible to move an inch in Russia without knowing Russian, and the penetration rate of English here seems to be not high.

After the two finished talking, the fat uncle walked up to me, knelt down and smiled at me.

Although this man looked fierce and drunk, he smiled kindly, and his light maroon eyes looked very gentle, like dry firewood about to be thrown into the fireplace.

He said to me in broken English with a thick accent: "Hey, new kid, I'm the director of Maria Orphanage, you can call me Karama."

In this way, I stayed in the Maria Orphanage.

By the way, there is also a Maria Poor Hospital nearby.

Ikue Takaho left Karama with his bank card and my ID card, and left without entering the house.

I sat down next to the edge of the well in the yard, and asked her calmly: "If there is a chance to erase me from your memory, would you like to?"

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, bit her lips, and said in a difficult tone after a while: "That would be great."

I nodded: "Well, I see."

Takasu Ikue gave me a complicated look, opened his mouth, and finally closed it again.

She pursed her lips tightly, raised her chin slightly, straightened her back, and walked past me with big strides.

When he walked to the dilapidated and faded gate of the orphanage, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

She moved her neck slightly, as if she wanted to turn around.

I suddenly said: "Don't look back."

Her movements froze.

I smiled and said softly, "Don't pick up the things you drop."

She clenched and loosened the hands hanging on both sides of her body, and finally stepped out of the orphanage without any hesitation, beyond the clear dividing line, without looking back once.

I let out a slow breath.

Next, as long as Master finds me, the purpose of returning from time travel will be successfully achieved.

But I seem to have forgotten something.

I can't remember what I forgot, so I can only stop thinking about it.

"Now I have a few questions: first, why was I crushed under the ruins of the Maria Orphanage when Master found me; The kind of translation software."

"Three, is that boy I saw in the church..."

I dangled my legs on the edge of the well, watching Karama pick up a ball of snow and rub it casually on my face, like washing my face.

He shook his hands, looking more refreshed, and the last bit of drunkenness was gone.

He hooked his hand towards me, the beard on his chin trembled slightly, and his voice was loud: "Come on, I'll show you around."

The Maria Welfare Institute has three floors. Although it is dilapidated, this dilapidation is only reflected in the disrepair of the exterior, and the exquisiteness of the house and furniture can still be seen.

I heard Takasu Ikue say before that this used to be the home of her and my cheap father Dmitriev.

I kept turning my head and looking around, imagining the traces that the two of them had left here.

"This is the kitchen."

"This is the library."

"This is the bathroom."

"This is the warning bell."

……

Through the stained glass, I pointed to a small wooden cabin in the corner of the backyard and asked in English, "What is that place, does anyone live in it?"

"That's a warehouse for storing sundries. The previous owner of the house left some old things, and I threw all the useless items into the warehouse."

The previous owner of the house?

Isn't that Dmitriev?

Did he leave any clues?

A few curious children followed me and Karama, and finally Karama took me to the girls' bedroom, assigned me an empty bed, and hurried away.

I always feel that he is going to drink.

Those children surrounded me all at once and greeted me in Russian.

I:"……"

Although very enthusiastic, but I do not understand what you are talking about.

All I could do was smile and throw some kid out of the house trying to steal my hair.

Anyone can touch my hair!

It was dark before long.

In winter in the northern hemisphere, the night comes very early, and the orphanage turns off the lights early to save electricity.

I lay on the cold hard board bed for a while, and I slowly sat up when I heard the sound of regular breathing around me.

"Before buying a mobile phone, buy a hot water bottle first."

I sighed.

I got off the bed softly, wrapped my thick coat, slipped out of the bedroom, went to the kitchen to get a box of matches, broke open the window lock and jumped onto the snow in the backyard, aiming at the warehouse where the former owner’s old things were kept.

I rubbed my palms, took a breath of heat, and when I approached the warehouse quietly, my steps stopped suddenly.

With the moonlight reflected by the white snow, I saw that behind the dirty glass covered with dust and oil in the warehouse, there seemed to be a black figure flashing away.

The author has something to say:

Going abroad, the Maozi line has officially started.

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