[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

Cheap Papa was uncommonly absent from the office on weekends.

After coming out of the meeting, I planned to go back to the room directly, but when I walked halfway, I suddenly found that the person who visited today was someone I used to be very familiar with.

The gray-haired old man was sitting in the living room talking to his father. He was holding a watch in his hand, and he was scribbling on it with a pen while talking.

My mother beckoned me to sit next to her.According to the rules, I should go back and change clothes first, but Daddy Cheap didn't say anything, probably acquiescing to my behavior of wearing sportswear and entering the living room.

So I took off the towel hanging around my neck and gave it to the nanny who was guarding the living room door, and walked in directly.

"I'm here for a return visit," the gorgeously dressed woman raised her hand to cover her mouth, and explained in a low voice next to my ear, "Something seems to have happened to the Eighth Prince, and I may have a question for you later."

I gave a soft "oh".

The person in front of me is the dean of the orphanage I used to stay in, but he is usually not in the orphanage, and only appears there when the funds are sent every month.

Although the conditions of the orphanage are not very good, I don't feel bad for the director himself - the monthly funds allocated by the government to the orphanage are already small, and it is impossible to support such a large courtyard of children.Anyway, at least the dean didn't starve us to death.

The old man asked Dad Cheap about some things about the Yuki family, mainly about the economic situation and my education, and then offered to talk to me alone.

Dad Cheap still wanted to say something, but mother suddenly reached out and tugged at his cuff.

Eventually the couple withdrew.

The dean closed the watch and looked at me with a smile.Somewhat embarrassed, he took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to me, then apologized to me embarrassedly as if he suddenly remembered something, "I'm sorry... I even forgot that you have grown up."

I shook my head, took the candy from his hand, peeled off the wrapper and stuffed it into my mouth, "No, I'm very happy."

When I was in the orphanage, my favorite was the day when the dean came to send funds.

At that time, he would give each of the children in the orphanage a candy.

Once the dean didn't bring enough sugar, and when it was delivered to me, his pocket was empty, so he asked me if there was anything else I wanted, and I said I wanted to have a full meal.That night I was taken out by the dean to eat a bowl of ochazuke in a small family restaurant, which was probably the only all-you-can-eat dinner during the six years I lived in the orphanage.

The dean smiled dryly and touched his bald forehead, but said nothing.

I finished eating the candy, and then turned to look at his face.

The dean is much older than he remembered. His hair was still gray before, but now it is almost completely white. His whole body is wrinkled, as if he had been exposed to the sun.

"When you were taken away by Mr. Yuki, I thought about what would happen," the old man sighed, "but it seems that you are doing well... the children who came out of us are doing well ..."

I'm not interested in caring how other people are doing, and I'm not friends with them anyway.

But sitting opposite is the dean.No matter how bad the people in the orphanage are, the dean is not at fault.

I nodded in agreement with what he said.

The dean sighed again, "It's a pity that Naoya's child left too early, otherwise, maybe you can become brothers and sisters."

"... Naoya?"

"That's right, Zhiya," the old man stretched out his hand and gestured twice, "Skinny, so tall, and soft-spoken... You should have seen it before, the child who was involved in the robbery and killed."

Robbery?Is it the robbery I know about?

During the six years I lived in the orphanage, it seemed that only one person died.

I felt a "thump" in my heart, "What does it mean to be brother and sister?"

The dean was taken aback, and he hesitated for a few seconds, as if he was considering whether to say, "Actually, this matter has nothing to do with you... I just sigh... Mr. Yuki first wanted to adopt Naoya, Naoya He didn't notice you until after you were killed."

...The first person the Yuki family wanted to adopt was the child named Naoya?

In other words, everything I enjoy now should belong to the person I killed?

I opened my mouth and didn't know what tone I should use to respond to the dean's words.

The old man didn't care about my gaffe, he asked me some things related to my daily life and study, and when he left, he tactfully mentioned that the orphanage has been unable to open the pot recently. I think the real purpose of his trip is to try to raise some money from Yucheng's house. charity.

This is an unwritten rule of various welfare institutions. Families who have adopted children from welfare institutions will try their best to express as much as possible when the welfare institutions have difficulties.Of course, if the family conditions are not good, it can only be forgotten.

In fact, this is a bit like selling children.

But there are so many people in the orphanage, and everyone has to starve to death only relying on government funding.Most of the daily expenses of the orphanage come from various donations.

I sent the dean to the door, and when I turned my head, I just saw Dad Changing into a windbreaker and coming out of the bedroom, probably planning to go back to the office.

I subconsciously raised my hand to stop him.

"Get out of the way," the man pushed me away without looking sideways, and went to the porch to change his shoes, "I will send money to the orphanage, and if you have nothing to do, go back and do your homework. You are a student of the hero department now. I don't have much time for you to play."

"Who is Zhiye?"

I stared at the man's back.

Daddy Cheap froze for a moment, but quickly returned to his usual posture, "...it has nothing to do with you."

"If Zhiya hadn't been killed, you wouldn't have adopted me, would you?"

"...I said it has nothing to do with you!"

"How could it have nothing to do with me?" I stood stubbornly behind him, the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously, "I was the one who killed me, the son you first pictured was killed by me, and now you still think it has nothing to do with me ?"

I don't know exactly why I'm saying this.

As long as the matter of the orphanage is rotten in the heart, it will be fine.This kind of thing will only embarrass both parties.

But I can't stand the fact that I'm getting what I deserve and pretending nothing happened.Whether I was beaten and scolded by the cheap daddy, or kicked out by the Yuki family, these are the punishments I should receive.

Only the phrase "it has nothing to do with you" is completely unacceptable to me.

The knowledge that I killed that man and then blissfully enjoyed what was his was disgusting.

At this moment, I clearly realized what kind of guy I am.

More than a murderer.

I'm even worse than a murderer.

The man sighs.He turned around and looked at my face, then suddenly reached out and rubbed the top of my head twice, "I decided to adopt Zhi because I didn't notice you at that time. If I noticed you first, I wouldn't want to adopt him."

"But you wouldn't notice me if he wasn't dead!"

Daddy Cheap didn't seem to want to continue this topic anymore, he turned around and put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, "I said that if you have nothing to do, go back to do your homework, if you don't want to do your homework, go to personality training, don't think about anything." Think west!"

After saying this, he walked out of the porch and bumped into the door suddenly.

The author has something to say:

This plot corresponds to Brother Diao’s sentence in Kaxian, “Nuxu, she is best at stepping on other people’s corpses and plundering other people’s things to survive.”

Of course, Brother Diao’s sentence is a pun, and there is another meaning that has basically been guessed, so I won’t explain it.

By the way, thank you for your active answers two days ago. Last night, I seriously suggested that my husband assign two more questions (?) to his students every day.