My Tokusho Life Simulation

"Xiaolu, are you awake? Dinner is ready."

Uncle's voice came from outside the door.

"Already awake, here we come."

Luther put away the thermos, opened the door and went down the stairs, washed his face before going to the restaurant.

"How's the rest? You were resting before, and my aunt didn't bother you after she came back. Looking at it now, you are more advanced than ten years ago."

Behind the dining table, Luther's aunt Xunko Kame, who was dressed in a suit and skirt and dressed as a strong woman, said with a smile.

"Mom... Chuluo shouldn't be a word that can be used for brother Lu, right?"

Madoka Kame said as if she was complaining.

"Hey, it's almost the same. Although it refers to women in general, it doesn't say that it can't be used on boys."

Kame Xunko stuck out her tongue, her expression was like the sign of Fuji.

"Besides, the last time I saw Xiaolu was ten years ago."

This is a lie.

Until the day Luther left, Kamu Xunzi was still exchanging photos of Luther with Luther's adoptive mother.

"Don't treat yourself as an outsider, this is your own home, come and taste uncle's craftsmanship."

Kamu Zhiku smiled gently, as the husband of the house, the food on this big table was naturally made by him.

"it is good."

Luther nodded slightly and sat down.

The dining table of the family of four already has an extra chair.

While eating, the table was not quiet. Three-year-old Lu Muda also called his brother, and Luther responded gently.

It may be that the rule of someone's family is quiet when eating, but Luther's family is always chatting when eating.

"I heard from my sister on the phone in the morning, Xiao Lu, after you arrived in the Far East, you went to Tokyo first, what did you go for?" Kamu Xunzi asked.

"I went to meet a pen pal I've known for several years." Luther replied.

"Pen pal... What kind of person is that child? Is it a boy or a girl?" Kamu Xunzi was very curious.

"I don't know. I didn't calculate the time when I went. I didn't know when I arrived at the hospital that the other party had been transferred for a long time. It can only be said that I missed it."

Luther ate a fresh tomato, and calmly told what happened.

He doesn't think things are wrong because he's an old school pen pal.

Instead of using tree holes or e-mails in the new era, it uses pen and paper to communicate.

It takes a month for each letter to be sent, and the other party's reply letter is delivered two months after the letter was written.

Some people may say that it is more convenient and faster to communicate by email, and you can chat dozens of times a day.

...and indeed, Luther could not refute.

But adhering to a romantic principle, he will continue to use pen and paper in the future.

Lu Muyuan listened calmly to the exchange between her mother and Luther, and finally she had a general image of the unrelated cousin who was unfamiliar at first.

Since then, the exchanges have continued, and the loneliness of traveling across the ocean has become a little less.

5 minute later.

The sponge and water took away the oil stains. In front of the sink in the open kitchen, Luther calmly brushed the dishes, just like he did in Amigo's back kitchen.

The uncle who was the husband of the family wanted him to rest more, but Luther successfully snatched the job with just one sentence.

It was they who said they wanted him to treat this place as his own home.

Isn't it commonplace to clean a plate in your own home?

After washing the dishes, Luther took off his apron and yawned.

"I'm going to rest first."

He greeted the family of four who were huddled on the sofa watching TV programs, and then went up the stairs.

"Xiaolu, rest well, I have a surprise for you tomorrow morning!"

Kamu Zhijiu's voice came from downstairs, Luther smiled, and opened the bedroom door.

The world inside the door is still so empty, but it doesn't have the feeling of loneliness before.

This is also home.

It was just a simple meal, and all the nostalgia and depression before disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, recharge your batteries and continue preparing from tomorrow."

Luther yawned again, and sleepy tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

He fell headlong, ready to fall asleep again, to go to the depths of the dream to fight the nightmares that had become commonplace.

However, a hazy figure shrouded in pitch black unknowingly visited outside the window.

"King Sword (Calibur)."

Unable to distinguish between male and female voices came from outside the window.

"Um!?"

The startled Luther immediately sat up.

He frowned, looked at the figure outside the window, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

This seems to be the second floor, right?

Looking at the figure outside the window, Luther first corrected a major mistake of the other party.

"Well, my surname is Lu."

He said it seriously, but it seemed like he was telling a bad joke.

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"Well, my surname is Lu."

Hearing these words, the black shadow outside the window trembled visibly to the naked eye.

After that, there was a long silence.

Luther sat by the bed, staring at the black figure outside the window. He didn't know what the other party was planning and why he came here.

The atmosphere of silence stayed for several minutes before the black shadow sighed.

"Luther."

Soi Ying changed his words like this: "You can't win."

"I can't win?"

Hearing this, Luther frowned subconsciously.

"No matter how hard you try, it will not have any meaning in front of the great horror that human beings can't surpass. No matter what, you can't win."

The black shadow's indistinguishable voice came from the constant window, full of incomprehensible words, but Luther's face gradually became ugly.

What exactly is the effort referred to?

That's all he's done so far.

Whether it is accumulating knowledge or strengthening the body, they are just preparing for [that day].

But this matter, even Luther's adoptive parents did not know the inside story, and he never mentioned it to anyone.

"Can't you win?"

Luther murmured in a low voice, a hint of frustration seemed to flash in the depths of his deep red eyes.

But at the next moment, the corners of his mouth were raised high.

"Did you think I would say that?"

"Can't win? I don't understand, or should I give you such an answer?"

"Before real action is taken, any success or failure is just a false proposition."

"If you don't even try, you think you will fail, and you will never succeed."

Luther's sleepy spirit gradually cheered up, and a confident smile climbed from the corner of his mouth, shining like the sun.

He never thought that what he did could fail. Before he experienced it himself, winning or losing was just a guess.

"Although I don't know what you mean when you say you can't win, but let me tell you this, I will win and keep winning."

Luther spoke confidently and seriously, as if there were no difficulties he could not overcome.

Hearing this, the black shadow outside the window became silent again.

"Sure enough, your answer has never changed."

It's like she's sighing.

"I hope that after that moment comes, you can still have the persistence you have today."

"I don't think we'll see each other again in the future."

After the voice fell, the black shadow outside the window disappeared without a trace, and the night returned to tranquility again.

Everything that happened just now is as illusory as a dream, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Luther walked to the window, and the usual night fell into his eyes. The black shadow walked away soundlessly, as if it had disappeared without a trace when it came.

"I really don't understand what the hell was said."

He shrugged.

Luther didn't understand what the shadow outside the window said, and even his own answer was something he couldn't understand.

But one day remains the same.

If you think you are a loser without trying it, then you will really only lose.

Luther yawned, feeling uncomfortable in the soil and water welling up in his heart, and sleepy tears emerged from the corners of his eyes.

"Go to sleep..."

He plunged into the soft bed, covered the quilt, and fell asleep in an instant.

--I do not know how long it has been.

It was late at night, and the room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, but at this moment, in the darkness, there was a crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground.

"You're right, you won't lose."

The black shadow that had left before came back again, speaking words that completely contradicted the previous ones.

"Because you win every time..."

Her bright purple eyes shimmered in the dark night.

Luther's sleeping posture was still stable, his breathing was even and gentle, and he didn't even know that the unexpected guest had arrived.

The black shadow stood beside Luther's bed for a long time, as if staring at him.

The tips of the jet-black hair brushed against the tip of the nose, and a strange breath rushed into his mind. At this moment, Lu Meng opened his eyes.

click.

The sound like gears snapping was fleeting.