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

After I got out of prison, I rejected Cheap Daddy's proposal to go home with him, and walked home slowly along the way I came.

The weather was not very good, and it started to rain when we walked halfway.I simply found a bridge hole to shelter from the rain.

This summer, I learned more than I have in 11 years.First I was told that all the misfortunes I experienced were caused by my adoptive mother, and then I was told that my personality was not my original personality.

In fact, they are all well-understood things.

My biological son was supposed to be a good person, but he was hinted by someone hired by his adoptive mother, and he became the crazy guy in my memory.One afternoon, I awakened my original personality and used it to kill my biological parents. AllForOne took away my original personality and gave me my biological father's personality instead.

There is no problem in understanding it.It's just unacceptable.

I used to think that the place I lived in was real, but in the end I found that even my own existence was false.

Personality is one of the components of the holder, but my personality is not my own, so I can't even be sure whether the existence of "New Xu" is true or not.

I suddenly feel a little depressed.

It would be great if AllForOne directly took away my personality and made me "no personality" at that time.

If you become impersonal, everything after that will not happen.

But why did he give me the personality of his biological father?

Probably to avoid suspicion from the police.At that time, he was still a wanted criminal whose whereabouts were unknown. If people could not believe that I was the murderer of the couple, this matter would definitely be exposed by the media, and perhaps All Might would notice it.

But is it really just because of my personality that the Yuki family adopted me?

The closer you are to the truth, the more you can feel your own weakness and dullness in your heart.

Even though so many people are deceiving me and targeting me, I have lived ignorantly for so many years, and even take everything I have experienced as a matter of course.

I don't know who to trust.Not just my personality or my family, maybe my relationships, my test scores, and everything I achieved by my own abilities were actually arranged by people with ulterior motives, waiting for me to fall into a trap, waiting for the right The timing of this pushes me deeper into hell.

It seems to be raining harder.

I took out the mobile phone I just bought from the pocket of my school uniform.

There are many notifications popping up on LINE.It seems that Hong came to me during lunch break, and he asked me if there was something I didn't go to school.I didn't really want to go back to him, so I turned off LINE and continued to stand under the bridge in a daze.

I know that what I do is venting my anger.Hong doesn't know anything, no matter how upset I am, I should give him an accurate reply even out of politeness.

But I don't want to go back.

No reason, just don't want to.

I used to think that Bai was my opposite. She has a harmonious family, kind parents, and a personality that is highly controllable and will not hurt others. These are all things I dream of; Although he has an unsatisfactory past and a dangerous personality, he is still able to move forward without hesitation towards his goal.

That's why I don't want to see any of them right now.

They are so like mirrors, and from those two mirrors, I can only see my own decadence and abomination.

I probably stood in the bridge hole for a long time.

The rain gradually became lighter, and the surrounding scenery was still a little hazy. When I walked out, I could still feel the coldness of the rain curtain on my body.

Just like that, the boy with different-colored eyes appeared in sight holding an umbrella.Panting and trotting towards this side, the boy's trousers and sneakers were stained with mud, which made him look a bit embarrassed.

I didn't know how to react for a while.

The hero section is different from the general section.In order to complete the original plan of camping in the forest, the students of the Hero Department are currently taking a special course.There is also a newly completed student dormitory in the campus, which is said to be for Hero Science students.

Even if Class A has no class schedule in the afternoon, Hong shouldn't be here.

The boy covered my head with the umbrella, and I saw my own pale face from the other person's strange eyes.

I should be in a mess right now, it’s just that I don’t look good, my school uniform is soaked, and my fluffy hair has been battered by the rain, and the water drops trickle down the ends of my hair into my neck, beating my fragile nerves little by little. .

Hong stretched out his left hand that was not holding the umbrella handle and pulled me into his arms.

The body temperature of the boy made me feel that I was not as cold as before.

"Why are you here?" My voice was very small, with a little inquiry.

At this point, I no longer know who to trust.My past was false, and my present is also false to a certain extent. Even if I believe in Hong again, I can't help but wonder if he is also part of someone's plan against me.

So many people want me to have a hard time, so why should I trust a person who told me "I won't marry you"?

"You didn't reply to LINE, so I called your home," he said, "Your father said you should still be on this way, so I came out to look for you."

"...he's not my father."

That man named Yuki is not my father, my father is dead, and his wife is not my mother, that couple are just actors who pushed me into hell and then pretended to help me.

Sadly, even so, I don't know if I should hate them or not.

Whatever the motive, it is a fact that they are in my favor.

"Okay, he's not your father." The boy's voice was a little comforting. He carefully stroked my head, as if comforting a stray cat he met by chance. anything."

It's just self-deception.

Now, how come I have nothing to do with Yuki's family?

Everything I have now is given by the Yuki family. Even if I use strong words to deny my relationship with the Yuki family, the five years of living in the Yuki family are like imprints engraved in the bones that cannot be ignored.

"Boom," I heard my voice squeezed out of my throat, with a trace of despair, "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"I do not have."

"You didn't lie to me about anything?"

"I do not have."

"Then you swear," I reached out and grabbed the fabric on the chest of his shirt, like a drowning man grasping the driftwood for survival, "you swear that you didn't deceive me, and you swear that you will never deceive me again."

The boy's hand stroking my head seemed to have paused for a while, and his voice passed through the noise of vehicles on the road to my ears.

"...I swear, I have not deceived you, and I will not deceive you in the future."

"Okay," I looked up from his chest, the boy's eyes reflected my face.I was smiling, that smile was like a puppet in the window, sweet, dull, with a bit of death that couldn't be ignored, "You swore, you can't lie to me... because apart from you, I have nothing left!"

The author has something to say:

I am afraid that wishing everyone a happy Mooncake Festival will be said to be uneducated, and I am afraid that wishing everyone a healthy life will be said to follow suit

Then I wish everyone a great Mooncake Festival (fork for a while.jpg

Why do I write this kind of content when it’s a big festival... Don’t ask me, I don’t know, anyway, Japan does not have a mooncake festival. To be precise, they don’t eat mooncakes or dumplings and don’t have holidays (with peace of mind