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Chapter 31 Like a Dog

Takehiro Kosaka woke up from hunger.

I don't know what kind of emergency treatment was performed, and the nasal cavity is filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

But he was a little afraid to open his eyes.

For no other reason, because there was no money.

Live is come alive.

If nothing else, he has another debt.

This made him, who was already impoverished, worse again.

It is better to die directly.

Kosaka Takehiro sighed silently in his heart, not knowing what to do next.

The door of the room was pushed open.

There was a creaking sound.

"Haven't you woke up yet?"

This was the voice of the young man who rescued him before.

"It should be waking up soon. If I haven't eaten for two or three days, even if I can sleep again, I will wake up hungry."

"Thank you, my father."

"You're welcome, it's a doctor's job to save people."

"but he……"

The room fell silent again.

Kosaka Takehiro realized that it should be a matter of medical expenses, so he couldn't help pricking up his ears and paying attention.

"Leave aside the matter of medical expenses for now, life is priceless. Just treat it as a good deed. That's what your grandfather taught me when he was alive.

And I will teach you the same now! "

"When he wakes up, remember to let him drink this bowl of porridge. He can only eat liquid for a short time."

Takehiro Kosaka breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the medical expenses were not counted.

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching his bed, probably the young man who rescued him.

Kosaka Takehiro pretended to wake up leisurely.

"Sir, are you awake?"

This is the first time he has looked at his savior head-on.

The benefactor is very young, probably in the upper middle school.

"Takehiro Kosaka, my name, thank you for saving your life."

Takehiro Kosaka did not feel at all ashamed to thank a child.

Whether the money can be paid back is another matter, but the real life-saving kindness of others is there.

"Hello Mr. Kosaka, my name is Azusa Jichuan."

Ji Chuan bowed to Takehiro Kosaka very politely, as if he had completed the set of etiquette taught in the school.

Takehiro Kosaka was silent for a moment.

"As for the medical expenses, I will find a way to pay you back."

It seems that owing money to a child is really a shameful thing.

"No thanks, no thanks."

Azusa Jichuan looked a little panicked, as if he had never been thanked so much before.

That kind of sincere tone and serious expression made him a little uncomfortable.

It seems that at the age of middle school students, their understanding of life is not that deep.

As long as they are not close relatives, other people are walking in front of them like a body without a soul.

This is not indifference, but the inability to produce the most intuitive judgment on awe of life and fear of life and death.

Perhaps only Ji Chuan's father knows what a great thing this child has done.

"For money, don't worry." Ji Chuan scratched his head.

Junior high school students still have no concept of money.

Kosaka Hongwu suddenly felt that his fate was really great.

He was actually rescued by a child who didn't know anything.

I don't know for a while whether I am lucky or unlucky.

"Eat this bowl of porridge first, Mr. Kosaka, father said you will wake up from hunger."

Ji Chuan reminded Kosaka Hongwu who was in a daze.

Seeing that Hongwu Kosaka was able to eat by himself, Azusa Jichuan breathed a sigh of relief. While waiting for Hongwu Kosaka to eat, he took out the book from his bag.

"He is really a child who loves to learn."

Kosaka Hongwu glanced at Azusa Jichuan who was reading a book.

The porridge prepared by Zi's family for Kosaka Hongwu was very light.

It should smell like some salt.

Mixed with the smell of stewed rice, it sticks sticky to the tip of the nose.

This instantly whetted the appetite of Kosaka Hongwu, who was already hungry.

Even the pungent smell of disinfectant was gone.

The porridge tastes really good.

Maybe it's because I'm too hungry.

Maybe...their craftsmanship is really good.

In short, Kosaka Hongwu, who ate hot porridge, felt unprecedented satisfaction.

It seems that only through despair can one know the value of a bowl of porridge.

And when he was about to take his second bite.

Ji Chuan, who was reading at the side, muttered a line of poetry softly.

"I know this world is as short as dew. However, however."

……

The windows of the hospital room were wiped clean.

From Kosaka Hongwu's perspective, he could see clearly.

The original reddish-orange sunset hung on the glass in the corner of the window.

Sunlight casts unique patterns on the glass.

It looks like a series of smudged ripples, pile after pile of which are horizontally pressed under the setting sun.

The snowflakes on the ground somewhat diluted the warmth.

Then, a split second.

The warm porridge is swallowed.

The red sun is swallowed.

it's dark……

Really short.

This is... what book is this?

Kosaka Hongwu was stunned for a long time.

Ji Chuan thought it was because his hands were sore, and wondered if he could take a rest before eating.

Anyway, the porridge in the kitchen is always warm.

But Kosaka Hongwu said that was not the case.

He didn't know what happened to him either.

It was like being hit hard by something in the heart.

I don't know what expression to make.

Send the porridge into the mouth mechanically.

Until Ji Chuan reminded again that he can't eat any more. His father once said that he can't eat too much, his stomach will not be able to bear it. After that, he silently put the bowl on the bedside table.

"That, classmate Azusa..."

"Mr. Xiaoban, is there anything I need?"

Azusa Jichuan put the book back into the bag, turned around and asked.

"No... nothing."

He doesn't know what he wants to do.

Can Ji Chuan understand the meaning of that poem?

Was he unintentional?

Or did he read it to him specially?

No no no.

He is just a middle school student.

but……

Kosaka Hongwu's mind was in a mess.

The state of mind that survived a catastrophe suddenly fell apart.

It's no use trying to force myself to be quiet.

He seems to just want to know now.

Where did that poem come from.

Who wrote it?
boom!
There was a soft slam of the door.

He was alone in the room.

Look at the empty room.

The place where the sun was originally stored in the window turned into a dark background, and a bright but cold light bulb took the place of the sun.

In the reflection is a poor creature.

The white sheets and the hanging liquid...

It was a poor creature leaning sideways, trying to see who was in the reflection.

Kosaka Hongwu recalled all the things that passed out.

He seemed to see clearly the expression on the guy's face inside the glass.

poor thing.

like a dog.

then……

He couldn't take it any longer.

cry……

(End of this chapter)