After the leader of He Sen

In order to fit the size of the suitcase, my limbs were folded into weird shapes. The sharp pain of bone dislocation at the beginning has become dull with the passage of time. I struggled to turn my eyes to see the bottom of my trousers. The line of sight can only see the trousers, which are black.

The man knelt down and looked at me like a stale dead fish at a fish stand.

"Rintaro..." I called him.

There was no distress or other emotions in his wine-red eyes, only a cold silence.

"Lixiang, there is a lot of blood on your face." He said.

"Can you wipe the blood around my eyes? It's blocking my view a bit. I can't see your face clearly." I can see clearly, but I just want him to touch me.

"No." With a childish voice, he sometimes used this tone to act like a spoiled child to me.

"Why?" I asked, even though I knew I didn't want to hear his answer.

"It'll get my hands dirty."

"I...I'm...sorry, cough, cough." His chest hurts, and when he spoke, there was a strong smell of blood in his nose and mouth.

I had just finished apologizing and he stood up again, and now I couldn't see his face.

"Leader, do you want to do it now?" I heard someone say to him.

He said yes without hesitation.

The opened suitcase was closed again, and my vision was plunged into darkness. Then there was the sound of a zipper sliding, and someone knocked on the suitcase. I heard Rintaro saying goodbye to me: "Farewell, Lixiang."

The wheels were slipping, the trunk was moving forward with my shattered body, and with a plop, I fell into the sea, dead.

Then I was woken up by my own screaming, so ugly and so painful.I sat up straight for a moment, panting heavily and looking around.

is a dream.

What I dreamed was the ending point of my first marriage and the ending point of my first life.After being killed by Mori Ogai, I returned to my 20-year-old, and passed a year without incident, but the memory of being killed in the last week is still deeply etched in my mind, and I have nightmares from time to time.

I reached for the crutch from the bedside, leaned on it and walked to the balcony in an ugly posture, leaning on the railing to light a cigarette.

It was three o'clock in the morning, very quiet and dark, and the scarlet light of the cigarette was surprisingly conspicuous in such darkness.

After taking a few puffs, I stunned with the cigarette between my fingers. The empty cigarette burned out and burned my fingers, so I quickly threw it away.

After making sure that the smell of smoke on my body was almost gone, I went back to the room on crutches.

I am currently working as a music teacher in a middle school not far from my home. I have few classes on weekdays and my salary is naturally low, but my usual expenses are not big so I can handle it.It’s just that recently I want to save money to get a prosthetic, so I will go to some high-end restaurants to play the piano part-time to earn some extra money.

"Mr. Kiyoe, good morning." At the school gate, I ran into Kunikida Doppo. He was a new teacher like me, so he was relatively familiar.

"Good morning." I nodded at him.

"Hand... Do you want me to help you carry the bag in your hand?" Like other colleagues, he blushes easily when he sees me, stutters when he speaks, and because of my inconvenient legs and feet, he takes good care of me on weekdays.

I know this is good intentions, but I still hope that others will treat me as an ordinary person: "Thank you, no need."

"Okay...okay." He stammered, "Speaking of which, the current students are really rebellious. They habitually desert in class and don't hand in their homework on time. Teacher Qingzhi, there should be a lot of problem students in your class, right?"

"It's okay." My students are very well-behaved. After all, music class is a rare opportunity to relax, so there are no signs of dozing off or desertion that other teachers need to worry about, which saves me a lot of worry.

"Teacher Qingzhi, do you want to join the dinner party tonight?"

"No." I said the habitual answer, "I have to work part-time in a restaurant at night, and I don't have time."

Kunikida was stunned for a moment, and his expression became cautious: "Are you short of money recently?"

"It's not particularly short of money. I just want to buy a prosthetic with better performance. At present, the money is not enough."

"This... so..." Kunikida subconsciously looked at my empty left trouser leg, and apologized suddenly, "I'm sorry!"

I:?

Although I don't know him very well, I have a vague feeling that he is a very honest and good man.

There are only two classes in the morning. After I finished the class, I went back to the office to eat. Teacher Tomoko who was sitting next to me looked over at the bento I brought: "Mr. Qingzhi, you should make more bento every time! Such a small piece What does the rice ball mean? Is it bird food? It must be bird food!"

She is ten years older than me. She had a baby just the year before last. She has a very gentle temper, probably due to motherhood. She took good care of me after my parents passed away, especially in terms of diet.

"Sorry, I don't like eating very much." Since I lost weight and went to a nursing home, I have always been not particular about what I eat, and I have no preference for food. I only feed myself with the belief that I don't need to starve to death.

"What do you mean you don't like to eat? This is too annoying. This is the fried noodles bread I bought from the school cafeteria. Eat it quickly!" Teacher Tomoko pretended to be angry, and took a bite of the untouched fried noodles bread. Push it in front of me, "Eat it!"

I looked at this old long bread, and felt that it was just enough for me to eat in three sections. My stomach was churning, and I didn’t even have time to eat the rice balls in the bento box. I panicked and made an excuse: "That... I want to go out and smoke. a cigarette."

Teacher Tomoko didn't expect that I would run away suddenly, and I was able to run so fast with a cane, which made me escaped by luck.

Honestly, I'm a little scared of people who are too enthusiastic.

I lean against the window in the hallway and smoke, it's bad for my lungs, so I'm already doing my best to limit myself to three cigarettes a day.

Morning, noon and night, of course, sometimes I will smoke an extra one when I have nightmares and insomnia in the middle of the night.

"Teacher Qingzhi!" I was looking at the kids playing basketball on the playground outside the window with a cigarette in my mouth. When the student shouted, I quickly turned my head. Standing in front of me was the kid from the school choir, with a cute chubby face.

"Micha, what's the matter?"

When I called out her name, her eyes lit up immediately: "Teacher, you know who I am!"

I smiled back: "Well, I remember."

Her face turned red all of a sudden: "Teacher, I...I..."

"What's the matter?" I asked, but I already had a bad premonition in my heart.

"Teacher, I want to give you this!" She suddenly conjured a letter out of thin air, stuffed it into my hand, and then ran away.

"Micha—!" I couldn't stop her, she ran very fast.

The envelope in my hand was pink, and I knew it was a love letter.I have been teaching in this school for less than two months, and I have received confessions from students about ten times, both boys and girls, which really made me dumbfounded.

If this continues, I may be expelled from the school because I am too popular with the students. After all, such things as teacher-student romance are absolutely forbidden.