Kitahara Shuji almost launched a pure flavor house for Fuyumi.
He watched the door slam shut in front of him, holding the white envelope in his hand and was stunned for a while, then shook his head and walked towards the station, he felt a little uncomfortable, he just looked at the past and tried his best, and it was just instinct to push the salary, but he didn't expect the little radish head to have this attitude.
This little radish head is really not a thing, what are you still angry about like this He scolded Fuyumi in his stomach a few words, and began to think about how he would deal with this situation if he was Dongmei, and then thought about what he could do.
It's not that he was born cheap, and he didn't want to use his hot face to stick a little radish's heart-shaped cold fart, but that he was a bit of a petty family, and he was used to being self-reliant, and he didn't like to owe favors to others.
Now that Fukuzawa is like this, if he chooses to stand by and watch, he always feels a little awkward in his heart.
If you really make up your mind to ignore it, you always feel a little weak-hearted, as if you have lost your conscience.
Why do people have a conscience, how do those ruthless heroes who do great things exercise their minds, and I have to find two books to study another day.
He thought wildly and walked all the way to the tram stop, stunned to find that the time of the last train had just passed, secretly screamed bad luck, and turned around and prepared to walk home, but just after walking two steps, he heard the phone ringing, startled, thinking that Fukuzawa Naotaka was not good, and quickly picked it up, but when he heard it, it was Yoko who breathed a sigh of relief.
"Onisan, where are you?"
Yoko's voice was a little timid, faintly uneasy.
Kitahara Shuji was delicate, and immediately understood, this was the time to go home after the usual work, and he didn't go back on time, Yoko was a little scared not because she was afraid of staying at home alone, she was quite used to being alone, but she was afraid that something would happen that she didn't notice, and she left her and ran away.
This little face has just been beautiful for two days, Kitahara Shuji is a little self-reproachful, forgot to call her to inform her, and didn't hide it from Yoko, and directly told her the situation of Fukuzawa's family.
The closer people are, the more they can't hide it, otherwise the usual bullshit and bloody things come out like this, and he doesn't plan to star in an eight-rate romance drama with Yoko, and there must be no misunderstanding or anything.
He told Yoko about the matter carefully, and as he spoke, he made up his mind, and finally stood still in the middle of the road, and instructed Yoko: "I may not go back until late, you can sleep first, Yoko." ” Yoko is a very sensible child, and when she understood what was going on, she immediately responded obediently, "I understand, Ernissan, I'll take care of myself, you don't have to worry." ” Kitahara Shuji told her to lock the door carefully and ended the call, and then went to the pure taste house to have a good talk with the little radish head, if she could really handle it, then she would be at ease.
He went around like a psycho and went back to the pure taste house, just about to knock on the door but found that the door was just closed but didn't seem to be locked, and after trying it, it opened as soon as he pushed it, and he was speechless for a while.
Fortunately, it was himself who came, and the radish head was dizzy, and it was almost twelve o'clock when he didn't even lock the door and went to sleep He hesitated for a moment and went straight in, anyway, he came in and out here at will for the past three months, and it wasn't bad this time.
There was no one in the lobby, and there was no one in the corridor inside, and Kitahara Shuji looked left and right, suspecting that the radish head had really gone upstairs to sleep, and was just about to shout twice on the second floor when he saw a faint light in the small dojo at the end of the corridor.
He thought about it and went straight over, gently opened the crack in the door, and at a glance saw the little radish head shrunk into a ball, lying on the floor with his back to the door, and the whole person looked extremely lonely.
If something like this happened at home, she should be very sad.
Kitahara Shuji was silent for a while, regretting that he had scolded Fuyumi just now, secretly sighed and took off his shoes, and then walked to Fuyumi and sat down cross-legged.
Dongmei glanced back at him vigilantly, and then quickly twisted her head back, still lying there with her back as a ball, and said sullenly: "What are you doing when you come back, isn't it right to make up for you, you go back today" The envelope Kitahara Shuji hadn't opened it, and he looked at the radish ball in front of him Fuyumi lying on his knees, his head buried in his arms, his black hair scattered over his shoulders, and it was really a little big ball and said softly: "The money is just right, I just don't worry about coming back and asking, I want to know what you want to do, after all, it's not just your business, and they in the snow You tell me what you plan, if it's okay, I'll get up and leave." ” Fuyumi lay on her side on the floor without saying a word, and didn't answer for a long time.
Kitahara Shuji sat there cross-legged and waited silently, but he couldn't wait for Fuyumi to speak, so he couldn't help but ask again, "What are you planning for the future?"
He was a little impatient in his heart, when did you still grind your usual dog temper Fukuzawa Naotaka entered the hospital, and the rest of the Fukuzawa family's eldest was sixteen years old, and the youngest was three years old, and he was really a little relieved.
Even if he doesn't care about Fuyumi, he wants to ask Yukiri what will happen to them in the future, after all, after getting along for so long, there is still affection.
Fuyumi still didn't speak, lying there motionless on her back, as if she was dead.
Kitahara Shuji took a look and found that she was in a daze, and Kitahara Shuji blocked the light, Fuyumi immediately found out, turned over and sat up directly, and was stunned for a moment: "I don't know" She duck sat there, her gaze was very empty, her gaze crossed Kitahara Shuji without focus, and her lovely crescent moon eyes gradually sparkled, and slowly two lines of tears flowed silently, and the expression on her little face was also painful.
She suddenly hugged her head and lay on the floor and whimpered, "I don't know what to do, my mother is gone, my father is sick, and the family doesn't have much money, I don't know what to do" She lay there whimpering in pain, her voice full of confusion.
Kitahara Shuji was startled, and instinctively helped her up and patted her on the back gently, not knowing what to say for a while.
And Dongmei really couldn't bear the fall of her father, she must be bold and firm in front of her sisters, and she can't show a trace of weakness.
When she is weak, her younger siblings will panic, and she can only hug a ball and draw some warmth from herself when there is no one.
And she is only sixteen years old, and she has been in charge of the family for more than two years after her mother's death, so she has a little weak social experience, but when she encounters this kind of thing, which is extremely traumatic to any family, she is still a little unacceptable, and her psychological state is brittle into a piece of paper.
Her father and mother died, and her four younger sisters and one younger brother all looked at her, but what could she do, who could she see?
What can she do but pretend to be strong She was like an egg, the seemingly hard shell was crushed, and the egg white and yolk inside suddenly collapsed, even if she was seen by Kitahara Shuji the extremely embarrassed side, she couldn't be fierce, so she could only cry there, "Mom handed over this home to me, now how can I tell my mother what should I do, if Dad can't wake up, what should I do?"
She was already in a deep self-blame, hating her own powerlessness very much, and after driving away Kitahara Shuji, she hugged a ball and was sad there alone, and Kitahara Shuji even ran back to ask her what to do How did she know what to do Kitahara Shuji didn't have much experience in dealing with girls, let alone dealing with the plan that girls completely ignored their manners under sadness and despair, crying like streams of tears, and snot, and suddenly panicked.
He made a lot of psychological preparations before he came, such as preparing to persuade each other with warm words, moving with affection, knowing with reason, if he can't do it, he will punch the radish head two times to make her sober and sober, don't be brutal, but I really didn't expect to see the radish head crying like a child In his impression, Dongmei is a little stronger than a street shrew.
Maybe it's cute, but on weekdays, I always have an arrogant face that I'm not happy about not messing with me, and even if I cry, I'm crying and scolding.
He was even more uncomfortable, so he quickly helped Dongmei up, took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears, and Dongmei's mentality collapsed, crying so much that she couldn't breathe, and her snot was blown into a bubble, and Kitahara Shuji didn't care about love anymore, so he wiped her nose again, this is tears into the nasal cavity, not dirty.
Fuyumi's tears soon soaked the entire handkerchief, and Kitahara Shuji was also a little confused by her desperate crying, and after wiping her face with half hugging her, she desperately rubbed her back to give her a smooth breath, and persuaded softly: "It's okay, don't cry, it's okay" He doesn't say anything sweet, he is basically an actionist, and he will persuade girls to "it's okay" This dry generic line.
Fuyumi cried and vented for a while, and the cry became smaller, but the suffocation in her heart could not be eliminated, and she desperately held back her tears and took the handkerchief in Kitahara Shuji's hand, and blew her nose fiercely, but it was useless, she took a few breaths and hiccuped, and her nose was still covered with snot bubbles.
She just sat there blowing snot bubbles and began to be stunned, and Kitahara Shuji gently helped her to prevent her from fainting suddenly, and she was quietly accompanied by her.
After a long time, Dongmei said a little distractedly: "Mom took my hand before leaving, and made me swear to take care of my father, brother and sisters, I let her down" Her tears slowly flowed out again, "I don't have the face to see her anymore." ” "Don't say that, you've done a great job, and your mom won't blame you."
Kitahara Shuji comforted from the heart.
This is his true words, no matter what kind of bastard temper Dongmei is, no matter how she beats her sister, no matter how she is powerful at home, everyone has to admit that she has done her best for her family, and it is blameless.
Sick father and weak sister, without her, this family is estimated to collapse two years ago.
However, Kitahara Shuji is a man, after all, he is more rational, and after comforting, he is still eager to solve the practical problem, and asks softly: "Don't you have the money at home at the moment?"
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To treat Fukuzawa Naotaka, the living expenses of the five children are not a small amount, and there is obviously no direct source of income at present, so they can only rely on the accumulation of savings to cope with the unforeseen in life.
Dongmei hugged the radish ball and hid here, presumably unable to come up with the money.
Dong Mei unconsciously picked at the wooden floor of the dojo and muttered: "Mom spent a lot of money on treatment before, and the family doesn't have much savings, even if she can barely pay for the current medical expenses, but the family will have no source of income in the future, and I don't know where to find the long-term medical treatment, living, and school expenses in the future If my father still needs to have another operation, then sell the house, I swore to my mother that I must protect this family, without this house, is this still this home, is this the ancestral business of the Fukuzawa family, if there is really a case, I, Do I really sell it?"
She had been thinking about it for a long time just now, and she was very entangled in her heart, so she was doubly uncomfortable, and finally broke the eggshell, and finally revealed her weak side.
In the face of such a major event that affects the whole family, it is really difficult for her, a sixteen-year-old girl, to make a decision And Kitahara Shuji was silent, the Fukuzawa family, as a native who has lived here for generations, of course has a background, this house should be worth some money, although it is not like China that you can eat and drink for half a lifetime without worrying about selling the house, but it is enough to respond to emergencies, but the question is that if you sell it, will this group of people in the family go out to rent a house to live Then sit and eat the mountain empty And selling a house is not such a simple decision to make, it is easy to sell the ancestral business, isn't this business all lost, even if it is sold, Fukuzawa Naokaka is still lying on the hospital bed, how to sell it, only take his private seal to cover, and the buyer is not at ease Dongmei is sad and sad, but as the eldest sister, she thinks about practical problems, even if she has dealt with the current crisis, if Fukuzawa Naokaka can't wake up, then what will happen in the future, the family is already like this, and what if she suffers a second blow The gray future terrifies her.
Kitahara Shuji gently patted Fuyumi's back, feeling the extreme uneasiness in her small body, trying his best to comfort her, thinking carefully for a while, his eyes gradually became firm.
He felt that Dongmei couldn't support this situation anymore, and the only way to do it now was for him to come forward to help the Fukuzawa family get through this difficulty, although that meant that he would take over a lot of trouble, and his original plan was basically to wipe his ass, but there are some things that men can't escape.
Fukuzawa Naotaka helped him, and he could choose to comfort him and express his deep sympathy, or go back and take an envelope and send it over with some money, and do his best, that seems to be reasonable, and no one can blame.
No relatives and no reason, so it's okay But people like this, especially men like this, sometimes they have to talk about conscience and affection, sometimes they have to stand up, show the spirit of not giving up on others, stabilize the situation, face up to difficulties, and sometimes they have to see the people around them in danger and spread their wings and take shelter for a while.
He lowered his head, looked at Dongmei's hair and bangs, and said seriously: "The matter is not serious enough to sell the house, don't worry, you helped me, now it's my turn to help you, I will" He couldn't go on talking, and found that Fuyumi was leaning on his arm and didn't know when he fell asleep, with crystal teardrops on her long eyelashes, and snot bubbles on her nose, but she fell asleep like that, maybe the mental pressure was too great, maybe she was tired from crying just now, and even she had been very tired all the time, and now she finally couldn't support both physically and mentally.
Her small body leaned on Kitahara Shuji, her thin eyebrows pressed into the middle from time to time, as if she was asleep, but she was still sad in her heart, unable to escape reality, and looked pitiful and helpless.
Kitahara Shuji gently supported her and wanted to put her down for a good rest, but her eyelids immediately moved slightly, as if she was about to wake up.
Kitahara Shuji quickly stabilized his hand, not wanting to wake her up, he wanted her to sleep for an hour to slow down, and in the end he could only let her still lean on herself.
It was already late at night, so he sat there cross-legged and let Fuyumi lean on, thinking about how to solve the current crisis of the Fukuzawa family, and gradually became sleepy, his body softened, and he slowly tilted his head to pill Fuyumi's head and closed his eyes.
Don't panic, it's not a big problem, it's only six radish heads for a patient, and it can't crush a real man
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