Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu Nakahara's brain was throbbing with pain.

His soul is a little more stable than before, and he has also endured the memory of the first life, and this time he recalls it with ease.

The so-called recovery of memory takes about the same time as a person walking and remembering that the door was not locked, or eating and remembering that he did not pay, it is an instant.

But the memory of the whole life was too complicated and long, and it took Masaharu Akashi nearly ten seconds to digest it before he realized who he was now.

He wasn't in a coma, and he wasn't making a fuss.

He was standing in the corridor of the elementary school, surrounded by children playing around between classes, in front of him was Fu Heihui who was called out from the class by him to question, and in mid-air were the father and mother of the curse spirit who had been found inexplicably.

The terrifying and disgusting alien was writhing and trembling, as if extremely excited, and shouted in a shrill voice,

"Masaharu, my Masaharu, mother's child—"

It was so happy that it almost roared, "Mom found you! Mom finally found you! Mom knew you would be fine—!"

It couldn't wait to share how it found him, and it was more joyful than the child who asked for credit, "I found your breath on the white-haired boy, how could I not recognize your breath? It is the smell of your soul, dark and cold, It's worse than hell..."

And Masaharu Nakahara didn't react at all, but he obviously heard its voice, so he seemed to be frightened stupid in the eyes of Fu Heihui.

Fu Heihui gritted his teeth, took Masaharu Nakahara's hand and was about to run away.

The result did not pull.

Huh?

Fu Heihui turned his head, and saw the mana spirit's hand clinging to the white-haired boy's shoulder, pressing him firmly on the spot,

"Masaharu, you really are Masaharu, right?"

The curse spirit shouted excitedly.

what?

Fu Heihui looked at this scene blankly, and then he saw Masaharu Nakahara staring at the curse spirit with a calm expression, not the fearful and helpless appearance he imagined.

Masaharu Nakahara opened his lips, his voice was cold and heavy,

"roll!"

One word, father and mother retracted their hands in shock,

It smelled disgust, indifference, and anger, so it whispered inexplicably,

"Jaji?"

"Go away, what do you want to do when this place appears at this time?"

During get out of class time, the children's noisy voices covered Masaharu Nakahara's anomaly very well, no one noticed this side, no one heard him speak,

Masaharu Nakahara said every word very forcefully, "I didn't expect you to have the ability to track souls, what's going on now, am I in 'that' state again?"

that state.

Refers to the state of being loved by the curse spirit and always attracting strange things.

Human memory is hierarchical.

Sadness and anger are always deeper than happiness.

So even though Masaharu Nakahara recalled so many things, relatives of his second life, friends of his second life, various pasts of his second life, what remained in the end was only the resentment and pain of dying.

When he was besieged, his brain was thinking a lot in rapid operation.

He was thinking about how he got to that point, he was conscientious, he was cautious and optimistic, he lived every minute exhausted but fulfilled, he was humble and gentle to everyone, sincere and enthusiastic, except for a few insults to the high-level , He consciously has a clear conscience about his life.

So he was puzzled, he couldn't figure it out, he played a good hand of cards with himself who started poorly, and it was about to blossom and bear fruit, but in the end he ended up in that end.

He hated his own carelessness and incompetence. He thought that handing over his father and mother was showing his cards, allowing him to use and investigate, and he would gain something. It can't be said that the same is true, but at least there is some trust and kindness. Shangxia Youjie was even more foolproof, why didn't he expect that those people would kill him in broad daylight, it was even more feudal and abominable than in the ghost period, the nobles of Yueyan's class were still pursuing nobleness, elegance, integrity, It's not enough to play such a small trick.

It's ridiculous, the kind that would make Masaharu Nakahara sigh as a talking point.

If the same mistakes were repeated in this life, Masaharu Nakahara felt that he would not be able to get out of the shadows no matter what.

"Masaharu..." The father and mother confirmed that they did not find the wrong person, but they knew that they were not accepted, "I stay away from you... stay away."

If you don't get close to him, it won't affect him.

"I'm not attached to you this time." The mother tried hard to pull out a gentle and beautiful smile, "I can survive by myself now, I have lived without you for five years, and I haven't done anything, what? Did nothing wrong."

Nakahara Masaharu was amazed by her clear and accurate communication.

By the way, the curse spirit can also grow.

If this curse spirit has been with people for so many years, it will become more like a human being, and the father and mother have longed to be human.

But he still feels very uncomfortable, he is so uncomfortable that he wants to jump into the water now, hiding in the deep sea without seeing anyone,

"Are those guys dead?" Masaharu Nakahara asked suddenly, but he didn't say who those guys were.

"Are those guys dead!"

The father and mother shook their teeth like they were stuck, and the creaking sound was creepy.

"Don't be fierce..."

The mother began to whimper, compared to the joy just now, it now shrinks like a rejected psychopath, "Don't attack me, I don't know."

"Yazhi?" Fu Heihui, who was holding his hand, was also startled by the words talking about life and death,

"I..." Masaharu Nakahara choked for a while, he can speak forcefully and confidently when others are strong, but once the other party is subdued, he will feel that he lacks confidence, which is very similar to Zhong Ye, " Yes, right...you hide for now."

That's all he could say in the end.

Also used a soft voice.

Father and mother were as obedient as ever, Masaharu Nakahara suddenly felt that they had never been separated at all.

And the sense of disobedience that reminds him is actually a bit ridiculous, because Masaharu Nakahara is too short, and it is completely different from the perspective of his father and mother when he was a teenager, which also makes him realize all the time-he has been reincarnated , Akashi Masaharu has become the past and will never come back.

Seeing the curse spirit disappear before his eyes, Masaharu Nakahara was a little dazed, and suddenly noticed that someone was lifting his collar,

"Eh? Eh? What are you doing?"

"Wait, let me see your shoulder, don't you feel any pain?" Fu Heihui gently lifted his resisting hand, "I thought you were as heavy as a stone just now, you must have been caught by that curse spirit scratched."

"hiss!"

Masaharu Nakahara squinted one eye in pain, and after someone reminded him, he found a large black handprint on his shoulder.

Masaharu Nakahara stared wide-eyed, "This, what is this!"

There was a huge black handprint on his fair skin, as if he had been caught by some wild animal, and he would only turn red and blue when he was injured normally.

"It's like being marked..." Fu Heihui didn't understand it either, "Maazhi, this thing has to be dealt with, it can't be kept."

His little face was very serious, Masaharu Nakahara looked at it and smiled for some reason.

"……why are you laughing?"

"Because it's rare for elementary school students to make such expressions."

Fu Heihui raised his eyebrows, "...huh?"

Masaharu Nakahara bent his eyes, "My brother always told me that I was pretending to be an adult. I still can't understand why he often laughs at me. Now I finally feel the same way."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He seemed a little annoyed, looking at Masaharu Nakahara's smiling face, he felt that something was wrong, so he turned his head and snorted softly.

This hum is also very cute.

Masaharu Nakahara thought suddenly.

Then he felt that his psychology seemed to have changed...

what.

Nakahara Masaharu understood,

He is now looking at a child with the mentality of an elder.

***

In the following time, Masaharu Nakahara was not in the mood to attend the class, he stared at the blackboard, but he kept digesting his second life in his head.

He got angry with his father and mother.

If you vent your anger on others, you will regret it yourself.

Masaharu Nakahara thought of the sad expression of the curse spirit. Its facial features at this stage are much more perfect than before, and the injured expression looks very distressing.

Masaharu Nakahara tried his best to ignore the turbulent emotions before his death, and recalled his memories from birth. He was trying to master the knowledge he already knew. In addition to professional skills, he also had intelligence from various industries. Maybe he could be a chaebol again. The way... But after groping, Masaharu Nakahara discovered that he would always turn his memory to the pictures of getting along with friends and relatives.

They were strangers now, but he missed them.

At the end of the stroke, Masaharu Nakahara thought with a start that he couldn't be too obsessed with his past life.

Darryl said: Don't tell people you're reincarnated, that's a taboo.

Masaharu Nakahara also often hates her: Don't compare me with my previous life.

Okay, okay, don't want to.

Nakahara Masaharu usually hypnotizes himself by chanting scriptures,

At worst, I will visit them secretly in the future... Anyway, looking at Gojo Satoru, he is still handsome, rich, and very proud.They should be fine.

However, Masaharu Nakahara felt that "letting others know his reincarnation" and "letting others know the date of death", such information that cannot be conveyed is actually not strictly required, and it is limited to dictation. Just like Kenji Hagiwara was about to die, and when Masaharu Nakahara was about to pass out in Nakaya's arms due to poisoning, he only said a few short words.

Then, knowing him well, his beloved brother understood him.

"Have you already remembered?" Darryl looked into Yazhi's dazed eyes, and said almost cheerfully, "How much do you remember? Do you remember everything about the second world?"

Masaharu Nakahara propped his head and glanced at her, but didn't speak.

"It's okay to write it with a pen and tell me."

Masaharu Nakahara took out a pen and wrote stroke by stroke on the paper,

'To shut up. '

Darryl: "..."

Darryl: "Tch, nasty brat."

After the last class, Masaharu Nakahara hurriedly said goodbye to his classmates, put on his schoolbag and ran out.

The father and mother should still be nearby, and he is going to clarify its problems.

As a result, within a few meters of running, Masaharu Nakahara was pulled closer to the public toilet next to him by a huge black shadow.

The black shadow closed the door smartly, and Masaharu Nakahara fell to the ground, thinking for a moment that he had been kidnapped again, but soon, he heard his mother's angry voice,

"You hurt Masaji!"

"Shut up, how can it be so crisp."

"You hurt him!"

"He's alive and kicking now."

"You hurt Masaharu from falling! Mother slapped father in the face," apologizing to Masaharu. "

"..."

Masaharu Nakahara looked in shock at the quarrel between the two heads in front of him.

dad and mom?

No, this voice is——!

"Yo, brat." As if noticing Masaharu's gaze, as if he was tired of his mother's chatter, his father's eyes turned to this side, with a casual and teasing expression, "I think you are looking white now Fat, very comfortable."

ha?

Cursed King? !

Masaharu Nakahara got up and took a step back involuntarily. The part where he was dragged and kicked by the two-faced Su Nuo was suffering from nervous pain, "Are you still inside?"

He frowned, more amused than shocked, "You're still inside?"

And it seemed that he had reached an agreement with his father and mother, and his whole person became more restrained and gentle than before. He didn't speak wildly or act aggressively. Even when he was scolded by his mother, he could only scold back angrily. , was beaten but couldn't even fight back, he was completely weak and angry.

Before the two-faced Su Nuo could speak, the father and mother rushed to answer,

"Masaji! I crushed him to death, he can't do anything!"

These words were a blatant declaration of sovereignty and provocation, and Su Nuo rolled his eyes on both sides, like a disdainful white eye, "Sooner or later, this body will be torn apart."

Ha, isn't that even funnier, the impotent rage of the Cursed King?

Being able to suppress the King of Curses, even with the power of one finger, father and mother may be stronger than Yazhi imagined.

Masaharu Nakahara laughed directly, that smile was very irritating, "Then what are you doing now?"

Masaharu Nakahara couldn't forget his own death and he also owed him the gift, "Want to experience the pain of losing a loved one again?"

The evilness of the two-faced Su Nuo really deserves the name of curse.

Before waiting for Liangmen Sunuo's reply, Masaharu Nakahara was picked up by his schoolbag, "Because you look interesting."

That eye looked at the white-haired child carefully, as if looking at some rare species, and the depth of the pupil was unexpectedly calm, "This thing must say that you are his son, even I think so, and then you That proves it." The corners of his lips grinned, "You know me, you know it, and you're still alive?"

Two-faced Su Nuo stretched out his hand and pinched Yazhi over and over again, "It looks like a kid, how did you do it? A spell to rejuvenate?"

Masaharu Nakahara felt like he was playing a small amusement ride. He was hanging upside down and choking with Nuo on both sides, "Don't worry about it."

"It seems that the character has become annoying."

"Pooh!"

Masaharu Nakahara spat on his face.

The father and mother were suddenly stunned, and the curse king seemed to have stopped thinking.

"Put me down." Nakahara Masaharu twisted in his palm, "Mom, put me down, Mom, I hate him."

He skillfully gave orders to his mother,

Only then did the father and mother recover from some kind of shock, and acted according to the child's words.

The King of Curses was under irresistible pressure, he cursed in a low voice, that eye became lifeless and distracted, and quickly disappeared.

Then, the father's expression really appeared.

As silent and gentle as before, his facial features remained in a state of quietness about to fall asleep. He was not as enthusiastic as his mother, but he looked at Yazhi with the same joy and satisfaction in his eyes.

Such gentle eyes are very human-like.

Masaharu Nakahara shrank.

As I said a long time ago, he can return the same malice to strong and rude people, but if he is treated gently, he will become a little helpless.

Yaji Zhongyuan said nonchalantly, "Father."

Then, Masaharu Nakahara heard the call that made his heart tremble fiercely,

"Jaji."

For the first time he heard his father's voice.

Nakahara Masaharu was let go.

He opened his eyes wide in a daze, and the top of his head was quickly touched gently. His father's hand was taking care of his hair which was messed up by the two-faced Su Nuo, and he was annoyed that he couldn't make small braids and Yazhi's hairstyle Change back to original.

"..."

Masaharu Nakahara moved his toes, and suddenly took a step forward and threw himself into the arms of the curse spirit. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as a plunge into it. He broke down and began to cry loudly.

"Dad, mom..."

He choked up and cried, wiping all his tears on the curse spirit, "I'm dead, I was killed, without your protection, I can't seem to do anything, when I die, it hurts so much... ..."

That was the feeling that Akashi Masaharu couldn't express,

"Many, many people wanted me to die. Arrows, knives, whips, so many weapons were all aimed at me."

"I'm afraid of death. I hide while I'm hurt, but I can't escape even if I want to."

"...In the end I will..."

Masaharu Akashi resented why his parents were curse spirits and why he must survive in the shadow of curse spirits.

But he has always been grateful that his parents were reluctant because of love, stayed in the world because of love, and tried their best to protect him.

These are Masaharu's first real, loving parents.

The curse spirit was trembling from his crying, and was about to hug him back, when there was a sudden knock on the door behind him,

"Maji? Maji, are you in there? Are you crying?" It was an anxious greeting,

Masaharu Nakahara's crying paused, and then the door was knocked open, and Matsuda Jinpei rushed in.

From the perspective of the curly-haired young man, Masaharu Nakahara was covering his eyes with his hands folded. At this time, he looked up in a daze, with tears on his face, as if he had been pushed. His uniform was wrinkled and his hat fell off. On the side, the whole person looked pitiful and miserable.

Matsuda Jinpei raised it in his throat, almost a little shocked, "Who bullied you?!"

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Masaharu Nakahara tightened his hands.

This was his signal for his father and mother to leave, and the father and mother really merged into the ground within two seconds.

Matsuda Jinpei strode over and took Masaharu into his arms, "Are you all right?"

His voice drilled into Jaji's ears, his breath sprinkled on the top of Jaji's head, and his body temperature covered Jaji's skin.

As Masaharu Nakahara, he will show his vulnerable side in front of Matsuda Jinping, as if something that could be barely tolerated, as soon as someone asks, his emotions will burst like a dike.

Yazhi's eyes were even more sour. He raised his eyes and met the concerned eyes of the young man. His whole body seemed to be suffocated by emotions, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst.

"I had a nightmare."

He spoke softly, nasally and hoarsely,

"I had a terrible nightmare, but in the dream, I didn't even have time to cry."

Eyes filled with heat again, and his vision became blurred. For the first time, Masaharu Nakahara knew that he could still feel wronged for himself. He was out of breath, but stubbornly confided to the person he trusted,

"But Zhen Ping, that was a dream that I couldn't go back to. I wanted to fall back asleep and dream of him again, but it was already impossible."