The Last Mecha

Chapter 163 Dream

At that time, Edo Castle, Shitamachi and Yamate District, which were the gathering places of common people, were completely two cities, especially the outer circle of Shitamachi, which was almost the same as the thousands of small villages in Fuso.

Contiguous wooden houses are built along the river, and the waterwheel in the rapids in the distance rotates slowly. In the clear water under the sun, you can see swimming fish chasing light and shadow.

He was born here and grew up here.

"Mother--"

Childish voices came from the outside. The child in clogs had his hair tied up in a bun, and his gold-buttoned skirted uniform shone in the sun.

This year he is 12 years old.

"Long Yi is back, the private school is over early today."

The woman who opened the door had a pair of red phoenix eyes with a tear mole at the corner of her eyes. She was a typical beauty, but her skin was a little too pale.

The house is very tidy and clean, with only traces of life of two people.

Toys, chocolate candies, stacks of brand new textbooks, their standard of living is not bad.

"Long Yi has already entered the feudal school and wants to become a man. From now on, don't call me mother, but mother."

"Okay, today's cultural class and school-level martial arts performance, I am the first again. The teacher at the Budokan said that I have a bright future."

"Really? Our Long Yi is really amazing."

"Ah."

He lowered his head and suddenly put his voice in his throat.

"What's the matter? Are you unhappy?" The woman smiled slightly and touched her son's head, "Tell me what happened."

"Those students, call me a cheap huff." The boy's voice became smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible.

"Huff." She was taken aback, then opened her mouth, wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound, just bit the corner of her lip, and said after a while, "You have the blood of two countries, Fusang is a good place, but Xia Guo same--"

"It's a beautiful country. You can't reach the end after several months of horse racing. There are high mountains reaching deep into the clouds and big rivers rushing to the sea. During festivals, the whole city is boiling. Mom, mother, you always say that." Long Yi still lowered his head, staring blankly at the ground with his dark eyes, "I just want to know, why do they all hate me?"

"Because... because they are young, they are not sensible."

"But those Obasans don't like me either. They don't tell me, but I know it."

"Long Yi." The woman touched his head, her voice was not firm, "It doesn't matter what others think, you are excellent, just like your father, as long as you stand out, everyone will accept you one day."

"But why only I have to work so hard to be accepted by others."

"There are some things that can't be helped. This is my mistake. It's my mother who is sorry for you."

"I don't think it's wrong to be in love. The teacher in the library told me that if there is a person who is willing to let you jump on a boat and travel around the world for him, it must be true love. It is not easy. Many people can't find true love in their lives. .”

"Dragon One"

"But, what about father? He hasn't been back for a long time, does he not love us anymore?"

"No, father. Father is very busy, and he will come back when he is done. If he doesn't come back, he is protecting us. He also has his own reasons."

"."

He didn't speak anymore, just squatted by the window and looked at the sky.

"Long Yi." A woman's voice came from behind him again, "Do you want to go to Xia Kingdom?"

"Do not want to."

"Why, there are not many people here who don't accept you."

"I don't hate it here, and I don't blame my mother. I will let them accept it, just like you said."

He was holding his breath, his face flushed, like a stubborn little donkey.

The warmth came suddenly, and the woman's embrace approached from behind, causing Long Yi's body to twitch violently.

"We are sorry for you. You don't have to be so tired. It's absolutely fine. There are still many options in the world, as long as you say it."

"Mom." He subconsciously said, "I don't want to leave, this is my home, I want to see their face acknowledging me."

Time passed, and he was 15 years old in a blink of an eye. It was a big day, and the Yamato Dojo in Yamate District was crowded with people.

At that time, the Jiyinghui was the largest military-backed organization in Fusang. The Jiying Martial Arts Exercise they held was a test that could determine the fate of a person. Everyone who stood out would change their lives.

The much-anticipated martial arts performance lasted for three full weeks and finally came to an end on this day.

Ryuichi Yamazaki's face was covered with blood, his shoulder was covered with a large purple bruise, and one arm was hanging down weakly, but the opponent in front of him was not much better.

He gritted his teeth, his dark trouser legs suddenly exploded like a thunderbolt, and the toe of his desperate shoe swept towards his opponent's face.

After a "boom", the boy on the opposite side tilted his head and fell down.

Won!

He turned around, raised his arms and shouted, with blood rushing to his cheeks, he had been looking forward to this day for too long.

It's just a little strange, why is it so quiet at the scene?

He took a closer look, only to find that the big shots on the high platform were chatting and laughing with each other and not looking at him, while others looked at him and shook their heads, then turned and left.

The doctor carrying the stretcher cleaned up the wounded and the blood. After the martial arts performance, the people on the scene walked quickly, and no one paid attention to them in the deserted venue.

He felt like a hammer hit his chest.

"You played well." The man's voice suddenly came from behind, "My name is Kobayashi Kunihiko, and I admire your ability very much. It's a pity that some things are destined since birth."

"Are you just here to tell me these things?" Long Yi responded coldly.

"No, although the facts are as I said, the Jiyinghui can also provide you with some resources. Those who are capable should be recognized to some extent. But I am sure that even if this is the case, the doomed things will not change."

"It's okay! I do!"

Long Yi answered very simply.

He was very happy, perhaps the happiest moment of his life.

Even though he had just finished playing Enwu, he still didn't feel tired. He ran all the way from the Yamate district to Shimocho, his left hand tightly clutching the pocket that contained Kunihiko Kobayashi's letter of introduction.

"Mother!"

He pushed open the door, his deer-like eyes froze for a moment.

The woman in front of her was dressed in white, lying in a pool of mottled blood.

The sweat-soaked envelope fell to the ground, half stained red with blood.

"Mother."

Three days later, there was a funeral in heavy snow.

He was wearing an old haori, standing quietly in front of the dark grave, with white snow on his shoulders.

"Look at that Xia Guo woman died, leaving behind a son, so pitiful."

"I heard that he was robbed. Isn't his husband a member of the military department? Why is there no guard? Orphans and widows must be easily targeted."

"Hey, it's my husband. I don't know for sure. He's just a lover. How can a man who does great things be tied here? It's just a pity for the child."

"That's right, and after all, he's just a native of Xia."

He ignored the annoying voice and returned to his cold home, only to see Kobayashi Kunihiko in a suit and leather shoes waiting at the door with a suitcase.

"Hello." Long Yi nodded mechanically.

"I am here on behalf of Yamazaki Hirago, and now there is another option for you." Kunihiko tugged at the neckline, "He said, if you want, he can send you to Xiaguo across the sea, your mother's brother Willing to adopt you."

Yamazaki Ryuichi quietly looked at the man in front of him, quietly, like a sculpture.

"No need, tell that guy who didn't even come to his wife's funeral." His dark eyes sparkled in the sunny day, "I am a proud Fusang man."

Yamazaki Ryuichi woke up suddenly, in the simple-toned ward, under the sunlight, the plain white curtains danced in the wind.

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