Why aren't people raising me

Akashi Masaharu is very good at reading words and expressions.

An adult's face can be seen clearly, let alone a child who imitates an adult's hidden emotions.

Akashi Seijuro has a little facial paralysis, but his eyes are clear and agile. The emotions he conveys through the micro-expressions of his eyes are vivid and diverse, and Akashi Masaharu sometimes stares blankly.

"how old are you?"

"Seven years old."

"Can you throw darts?"

"Never tried before."

Akashi Seijuro stared at Masaharu, "Why do I always feel that you are looking at me?"

Masaru was stern, "When you talk to someone, look him in the eye."

At the beginning, they didn't have a good time, the two had nothing in common, Masaharu was not a lively character, and Akashi Seijuro was taught to be polite and prudent, and no one could motivate the other, so the relationship between the two The atmosphere was still a little awkward.

But having a partner of the same age is still interesting for Akashi Seijuro.

The first progress in the relationship between the two was due to the test.

Because he was not sure about Seijuro's grades, Masaharu answered the first test very casually, so he can be said to have failed miserably.

Mr. Nayue saw that he was releasing water, but he didn't say anything, and Akashi Seijuro really thought that Masaharu had lost.

He was taught from a young age: winning is everything.

This sentence almost became the truth and weighed on his heart, so he felt that Yazhi, who had failed, must be very sad.

"I can take you to study together." He said to Yazhi in his spare time, "As long as you don't fail miserably, I can go and intercede with my father, so that you may not be replaced."

Should I be touched that he is willing to defy his father for me?

Masaharu's eyes were calm, "Master Akashi can get full marks every time?"

"Every time." Akashi Seijuro said with certainty, "The teacher said that what we are learning now is the elementary level of elementary school, so it is correct to get full marks."

"What if you don't get full marks?"

"That's impossible." He frowned slightly, "Don't underestimate me."

"Then you have to be careful." Yazhi said firmly, "Next time, I will get full marks."

Akashi Seijuro was stunned for a moment,

He took it as an agreement, so he smiled and said, "Okay."

As Masaharu said, on the second test, his score was the same as Akashi Seijuro's.

He doesn't know if such a way of competing with each other really motivates people to work hard, but there should be a bit of suffocation.

Because of the big difference between the two results, the clever little ghost has realized that Masaharu is controlling the game.

"You did it on purpose." The red-haired boy was a little annoyed, "You lost to me on purpose for the first time."

"...Because I want to stay with Master Akashi."

"Then you can't either! You can't..." Unable to say the right words, Akashi Seijuro paced back and forth anxiously, "You can ask me in advance..."

"Isn't it a real victory that shames you?"

"...No." Akashi Seijuro denied it, and hesitated again, "But it is. Because that means you don't take me seriously. Although I won, it was handed over by others. You are my family Of course, my servants will favor me, but my opponents will not give me sympathy."

Masaharu was rendered speechless by the call.

Either shame or regret, or pure shock.

"Master, you know a lot."

He said such profound things!

"...Be more serious."

"I'm serious." Yazhi put his hand on his chest, "I'm sorry, I really let it go. I'm older than the young master, and I think I have learned more than you. After living for a year, I feel that various factors such as body and time are inherently superior."

"Even if you explain..."

But Akashi Seijuro is not an unreasonable child, he shook his head, "Forget it, I won't argue with you about this."

Masaharu narrowed his eyes and laughed, "I only lost once, and I won't lose again in the future."

Perhaps his smile was so sincere that Akashi Seijuro was shaken,

"Yazhi..." he asked softly, "Do you really want to follow me?"

"..."

"Are you willing to be my playmate, not my father's order?"

He seems to care about it.

This represents the true and the false.

"Actually, there is no point in arguing about the original reason we met." Masaharu cleared his throat, and decided to say some profound words that hurt his stomach,

"Every encounter needs a reason. It takes two people a long way to go from ignorance to stranger to familiarity. We are in the process of getting acquainted."

The reason why they met is actually very simple - they are both 'successors'.

Akashi Seijuro will take over Akashi Seijuro's business in the future, and Masaharu will assume Natake's responsibilities.

But no one will ask them if they are voluntary, because they were born in such a family, in the eyes of some people, it is already unattainable in a lifetime.

People's understanding is often carried out in the process of resolving conflicts.

They had conflicts and resolved the estrangement, so the distance between heart and heart was one step closer.

After that, Akashi Masaharu clearly noticed that Akashi Seijuro talked more.

It turns out...he was just a child.

No matter how silent and stable she was before, it was just an appearance.

"Is there anything you like?" He began to ask more personal topics.

"what do you mean?"

"Likes, hobbies, whatever."

Masaharu thought about it seriously, "Currently... there is no such thing, and even if I have it, I can't do it now."

Akashi Masaharu remembered who was waiting for him in hell.

If he knows the ultimate goal of saving people and works hard for it, he will not find it hard.

"If I really want to say it, I want to make money." Yazhi scratched his head, feeling that it was a bit strange to say such a thing directly, adults are taboo to talk about money, "I think money can do a lot of things, money is there There is almost everything in this world.”

Akashi Seijuro opened his eyes wide.

He showed a very surprised expression,

"...Money?" The ending of these words was erratic, revealing a deep sense of disbelief.

"Master, you may not have this trouble..." Yazhi looked at him sideways, "But the poor will die if they don't have money."

How many people in the world died because of poverty?

Yazhi thought about it, the scene he saw in front of him was only a small part, and the people he could save, the people who were about to die, were all accidents or suicides caused by small probability events, but people died almost every second in the world .

They died of disease, hunger, and ignorance, just because they didn't have the currency to trade, so they couldn't get timely and complete medical treatment and sufficient food, just because the land lacked education, so they despised human life and ignored the law, all of them Senseless and innocent deaths.

They died of poverty alone.

Akashi Masaharu's eyes sparkled. It was also the first time he had confided his thoughts to others, and his mood was a little overwhelming. Because he was facing Akashi Seijuro, a child who had never looked at him with weird eyes, he couldn't help but become frank.

"I'm going to be rich, very rich."

Ordinary people may laugh at this kind of dream, because it is not noble at all.

"If I can be as rich as my husband, I will be able to do many, many things."

He spoke of his ambitions.

Shouldn't be punished...

But it might be looked down upon.

Akashi Seijuro still stared at Masaharu with wide eyes, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

"Then...then you work hard."

"You speak so reluctantly."

"No, because I was a little surprised... I thought you might say that you want to learn piano or something..."

"..." Masaharu's eyes widened now, "Why?"

Akashi Seijuro raised his hand to cover his lips, and his eyes wandered to Masaharu, "Because you look... have that melancholy and elegant temperament like a prince?"

I look like a prince-like melancholy and gentle temperament?No, don't I look like an angel?

...Why does it look like an angel?

Masaharu rubbed his temples, shaking off the adjective that suddenly came into his mind.

"What about you, do you have any hobbies?" Yazhi asked him, "I think a person's hobbies are very important, but I didn't find yours. Although we are playmates... But young master, you are not very happy .”

This also made Yazhi feel that he had failed.

He doesn't have the character of Little Sun, and he doesn't even have the ability to make a child laugh.

But perhaps, Akashi Seijuro felt at ease and calm when he was with him.

"Neither have I." Akashi Seijuro raised an eyebrow, with a certain expression on his face, "But I don't think it's just for the time being."

No...he didn't realize at all that a hobby is something that makes people shine from the inside out.

Maybe hobbies are like grades to him, just a familiar term, representing something that must be obtained in life,

Isn't Akashi Seishomi's education a little weird?

Yazhi secretly slandered.

"If you can't find a hobby, shall we play shogi?"

"I haven't learned it, I won't lose..."

Akashi Seijuro laughed muffled, "The rules are simple, you will never lose badly."

"I feel that what you said sounds a little malicious..."

***

Akashi Masaharu returned to the state of frantically absorbing knowledge every day.

If he was not in class, he would just hold the book and read, and when he was reading, he would always subconsciously look towards the door.

... He always felt that someone outside the door should be watching him.

Maybe someone complained that he didn't care about his eyes, someone brought him food that always tasted wrong, and someone told him: Don't let that adult down.

But the feeling is just a feeling after all, this state of being unable to distinguish between memory and reality makes him a little anxious, because every time he looks up to the door, there will only be endless loneliness left.

Then one time, Masaharu looked up and saw Akashi Seijuro.

He stood there quietly for an unknown how long.

Masaharu just wanted to say hello, but saw that the corners of the other party's eyes were wet, and the tip of his nose was also red.

Like being wronged and having nowhere to confide in,

Yazhi immediately got up and walked over, "What's wrong?"

Akashi Seijuro bit his lower lip until it turned white, "I hate my father."

Yazhi choked.

He glanced at the cleaning lady outside, and pulled Akashi Seijuro into the room, "Come on, come in and say."

"He doesn't listen to me at all!"

"My mother is sick, and he doesn't go to see it...I know he is very busy, but my mother is more important than his collaborators, right?"

"Mother fainted today..."

The red-haired child said in a fierce tone while wiping away tears, but those words were mixed with the dumb voice of crying, and brought grievances and prayers,

Yazhi patted him on the back, "If Mr. doesn't want to see Mrs., you should spend more time with her, Master."

"That's different." Akashi Seijuro clenched his hands, "He is my father and my mother's husband."

Masaharu also wanted to complain about Akashi Seishomi's brain circuit.

After venting for a while, Akashi Seijuro calmed down a little, and he glanced at the table, "What book are you reading?"

"Business channels." Yazhi said, "I hope I can discover the business opportunities of the times, and when I grow up, I can take the spaceship of the times."

Akashi Seijuro: "..."

His silence was one of shock.

"Did you teach yourself this?"

"Mr. Nayue didn't arrange this kind of course for me. I asked him to bring me the books." Masaharu took out a box from under the bed, "These are all. Although Mr. Nayue said 'you are just playing' Don't trust the expression, but he fulfilled all my requirements."

This made Yazhi have complicated feelings about him.But if it weren't for being in the Akashi family, Masaharu might not have gotten such a good education.

That is the same education as the heirs of the chaebol, the resources to force children to grow into perfect existence.

Akashi Seijuro opened the book and read it, his voice was a little low, "...I think Masaharu is very smart."

"Thank you, but it's useless for you to praise me." Yazhi pushed the box back, "If being smart doesn't bring me rewards, it's fake smart."

"If money can give you a sense of security, I can pay you more in the future."

These words made Yazhi laugh, and he looked into those red eyes, "Then how much salary will you have in the future?"

How much wealth will you have in the future?

Why should I be inferior to you?

A subtext mixed in a joke may be difficult for a caring person to hear.

Akashi Masaharu picked out a foreign language book, which he was going to read at night, and it was easier to get it on the top.

They chatted for another 5 minutes,

Akashi Seijuro folded his chest, "I won't go to class tonight, I'll just hide here."

Yaji widened his eyes slightly in surprise,

Actually rebellious?

...Aren't you afraid that I'll poke it out?

Thinking of the cleaning aunt outside, Yazhi said, "This may not be a safe place, Mr. Yue will find you soon."

"Then I..."

"Is the lady in the hospital?"

"Correct."

"Go hide with Madam." Yazhi stretched out his index finger to his lips, "Let's find the driver first, and don't tell anyone."

Masaharu's identity is a little subtle, and to some extent he can also be Mr. Nayue's messenger. If he tells a lie, no one will suspect it immediately.

The two of them communicated with the driver with natural expressions, got into the luxury car with smooth movements, and discussed light topics along the way, and they cooperated seamlessly.

It may be the first time for Akashi Seijuro to do such a thing, he is a little uneasy, but also a little excited.

"You look like this, it will make me feel guilty for spoiling you." Yazhi dared to say this to him when no one was around,

"Only this time, I'm not so easily influenced." Akashi Seijuro walked ahead quickly, "I want to see my mother soon."

He was completely a happy child at this time, "I want to thank you, Yazhi, you gave me courage."

What one person dare not do, as long as one person agrees, becomes feasible and reliable.

"After seeing my mother, I will introduce you to her. You are my first friend." Akashi Seijuro stood on the steps and turned his head, with some pride in his brows and eyes. Although he was looking down, Masaharu didn't feel the distance. "I think my mother will be happy for me too."

Masaharu went up another step, he was taller than Akashi Seijuro, so at this moment, their eyes were parallel,

"Okay."

Masaharu couldn't tell how sincere he was in this answer.

He doesn't care about making friends, he's all about improving himself and making money.

It's too early to make money, but it's okay to think about it.

Akashi Seijuro walked towards his mother's ward with ease, and Masaharu followed behind him, suddenly felt that something was spying on them.

A strange voice read: "Yazhi... Yazhi..."

Akashi Masaharu stopped and said to Seijuro, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"now?"

"Well, I have a stomachache."

Akashi Seijuro asked worriedly, "Do you need to see a doctor?"

"I think it's just that summer is greedy for cold, and I eat too much ice." Yazhi covered his stomach perfunctorily, "You go first, I have already remembered the room number."

After sending away Akashi Seijuro, Akashi Masaharu stared at the corridor below,

In his field of vision, there is a four-figure wriggling strangely.

He climbed up the steps step by step, rolled down after going up, and said mechanically, "Hurry up, hurry up, and you'll be fine when you find the doctor."

Then, he looked up in Masaharu's direction again, "Masaharu...Masaharu..."

"Tsk, you're attracted again." Darryl drifted away in disgust, and said in a strange way, "These guys really 'love' you, Masaharu."

curse spirit.

A curse spirit attracted by Masaharu's breath.

This trait was discovered by Masaharu when he was three years old.

He was taking a nap when he heard a loud bang.

The sound was so loud that it seemed like the sky was collapsing, and Masaharu got up, "Is there an earthquake!"

He lay down on the edge of the bed and looked out, only to see two big bugs wrestling together.

Mother's words became fluent under her anger, "Don't get close to Yazhi!"

The curse spirit confronting it shouted, "Masaji~Masaji——!"

Yazhi retracted his head, turned and bumped into a teeny head.

He screamed and backed away, and stopped when there was no way to go by the wall.

Teeny, the lowest level of spell spirits, are generally the size of a small dog.

But the three-year-old Masaji is also very small, and the teeny head is very big for him.

Fly Tou squinted his eyes. Its eyes were very big, and the trembling folds of its eyelids were very obvious. The corners of its mouth stretched to the sides as far as possible, so that Yazhi suspected that its face was about to split open.

"What, what?" Yazhi had a weird but reliable thought, "Is this thing smiling?!"

Was the curse spirit smiling at him—?

"Are you kidding, why is this thing smiling at me!" At that time, Yazhi was terrified, "Get off!"

Cursing Spirit was visibly taken aback.He tilted his head, and grinned his mouth again.

This, this thing can't understand human language!

Masaharu took a big breath, and his mind was not so clear after being woken up, he yelled. "Mother--!"

The mother who heard the movement rushed into the room immediately,

Along with him, there were children playing outside, "What's the matter Masaharu, do you miss your mother?"

He He came over and patted him on the back. He himself is only a little bit older, but he has already learned to comfort and take care of other children, "Is it a nightmare, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Yazhi held his head, and saw his mother eat the fly head in one bite through the gap between his arms.

So now, it was another curse spirit attracted by him.

Yaji lowered his eyes, but there was nothing in his eyes.

Hospitals are the easiest places to form spells.

People here emit negative emotions all the time, boredom of waiting, anxiety, panic and confusion during treatment, pressure from money, torture from illness, despair of the unoptimistic situation of close people, and complaining about the injustice of heaven and the injustice of gods. indifferent.

Yazhi quietly looked at the curse spirit who was trying to climb up, and softly called, "Dad, Mom."

"--Help."

The pitch-black colors converged from under his feet, and a huge figure suddenly appeared behind Masaharu Akashi,

"Mom's...good boy...have you run into trouble?"

"That cursed spirit is blocking my way." Yazhi said, "Can mom help me clear it?"

There was a rattling sound, and the mother responded, "Of course."

It flocked to the curse spirit and asked intermittently, "What method of death do you want...?"

How do you want to die?

Any method of death is fine.

Do you want to be hit by a car, commit suicide by jumping off a building, or die from a heart attack.

An irresistible spell that can easily kill people invisible.

This is the ability of "father and mother".

The mother is the strong one. She basically completes the dialogue and actions with Masaharu. Masaharu has not heard his father's voice so far, but his father's face can make any expression, which proves that he is awake and responding.

"Do you... want... how to die?"

There was no answer for a long time, and the mother asked again.

But that curse spirit obviously lacked in IQ. At this moment, it just trembled as if it felt danger, and couldn't even back away and hide.

"Don't say it? If you don't say it..." It stretched out countless tentacles, trapped the curse spirit, and then wrapped it into its body. "If you don't choose, you will be... swallowed by me."

A piercing and indistinguishable noise made Masahar cover his ears,

It was the scream of the curse spirit, unable to resist anything, it could only utter the mournful cry before dying.

Although Yazhi did not feel compassion.

"Masaji, are you arguing?" Mom came back belching, "Are you arguing, are you arguing, are you arguing..."

"It's noisy, Mom." Yazhi said coldly, "Thank you Mom, but you can go back now."

He turned and walked up, thinking that the curse spirit would just disappear.

But he heard the refusal,

"No, no..." Mother's mouth opened and closed, "I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back..."

This kind of situation hasn't happened for a long time, Yazhi's heart tightened, and he looked back,

I saw the pitch-black mantra with a bulging abdomen like indigestion, and his whole body flushed like poison, "I don't want to go back, I want to see Masaharu, I don't want to go back..."

The shape was so terrifying that it made people sick, Yazhi's face turned pale, but he still pretended to be calm,

"Is it related to eating the curse spirit?"

"Maybe." Darryl knew he was asking her, "But your mother is already mentally unstable, so you don't let her out often because of that, don't you?"

Otherwise, Yazhi, who lost his parents, might call them to his side because of missing his relatives.

But Masaharu clearly recognizes that 'father and mother' are not his father and mother, but the remnants of his parents.

"I won't go back, I won't go back..." The mother still repeated nervously, and then, a psychedelic expression appeared on her face, "Mom wants to see Masaharu's good friends, Masaharu has made new friends~"

How can this sentence be said so fluently.

Yazhi gritted his teeth and said sharply, "Go back! You will cause me trouble like this, I will introduce new friends to you when I have time!"

"No, no..." Mother didn't listen to Masaharu's words at all, "I want to see it now, introduce it to mom, introduce it to mom."

Its gaze moved upwards, apparently following the direction of Akashi Seijuro,

"Mom, I want to meet Masaharu's new friend..."