Life in Tokyo starting as a child star

Grandma Tendo had gray hair, and she didn’t speak standard English very well, with a strong Kansai accent, but she was a kind and friendly person.

That’s what everyone who knew her said.

When she happened to see Kitasumi while taking out the trash at the door.

She immediately smiled and waved, pulling him to sit by the kotatsu.

The warmth of the kotatsu dispelled the coldness in Kitasumi’s body, and slowly swept away the gloom of the day.

“Have you eaten, Ashi?”

“Yes.”

Kitasumi didn’t eat, but in order not to worry Grandma Tendo, she deliberately lied.

The old woman didn’t speak.

She just looked at Kitasumi for a while.

Then she laughed.

Her laughter made Kitasumi feel a little embarrassed, so he could only laugh along.

After a while.

Grandma Tendo smiled and brought out the food that had been prepared long ago.

She didn’t ask anything.

Kitasumi was surprised that she had made so many dishes, and she just smiled and replied that she accidentally made too much.

At the same time, she looked at Kitasumi with a kind look as he finished the meal.

In standard language with a Kansai accent, she whispered about the gossip she had heard in the past few days.

Today, she bought cabbage at a special price. Yesterday, she heard the housewife next door complaining to her civil servant husband that her night life was not enough.

These were just some trivial family life sharing that had nothing to do with Kita Chengshi.

But it was precisely this ordinary and family-like daily life that might not be a big deal in the eyes of most people.

But it allowed Kita Chengshi to relax his numb nerves and let down his guard.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to say goodbye.

He didn't want to disturb the old man anymore.

Kita Chengshi stood up and said goodbye.

It was also when he stood up.

Grandma Tiantong, who had not said much, stood up slowly.

"Ashi."

"Yeah."

"I don't know what happened to you, and I don't know what you usually do. I won't ask about these."

She held his hand.

"If you are really too tired, then come to your place to rest, okay?"

The old man was still so kind and kind.

She was not slow, in fact, she had noticed it a long time ago.

The scar on the arm that the other party deliberately concealed.

The trace of ice that was not too clear in shape.

The sound of beating and scolding from next door from time to time.

But she never asked Bei Chengshi about the specific situation.

People who are bullied are always overly inferior and overly self-respecting.

They are inferior to the low-level environment they are in, and overly self-respecting about the attitude of others towards them.

The old lady did not ask much, but just used her way to protect Bei Chengshi's ridiculous and pitiful self-esteem.

Bei Chengshi also noticed this.

He did not say much.

He just hesitated for a long time.

Finally nodded.

"Okay."

[People who have lived in darkness for a long time will hesitate even when facing a ray of insignificant sunlight. ]

[Because this sunlight is too dazzling, it seems that you are afraid of being burned by the temperature when you stretch out your hand. ]

From then on, after class, Bei Chengshi would always go to Grandma Tiantong's residence to help with housework and deal with some roof mold that the old lady could not remove.

Grandma Tiantong would also treat him with freshly prepared meals.

The old man's sense of taste has deteriorated.

Some dishes taste bland.

But even so, Bei Chengshi would eat them up every time.

The old man was in a good mood every day.

The winter wind was biting.

Grandma Tiantong also went out to knit a scarf for Bei Chengshi.

It was a light brown handmade scarf, which Bei Chengshi liked very much and would wear it anytime and anywhere.

Facing the old man, the dull young man's face gradually smiled more.

The originally thin figure began to have blood color under the daily meals of Grandma Tiantong.

Everything was moving in a good direction.

However--

Squeak--

The shrill sound of motorcycle brakes.

The staggering figure flew out.

The warm blood seeping into the ground.

Everything that happened suddenly in front of him dyed Bei Chengshi's eyes red.

"All this has nothing to do with me. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the old woman who suddenly jumped out from the side of the road! I didn't brake the car, so this happened!"

Looking at the interview of the news reporter, the bad student spoke innocently.

Looking at the TV screen, Kita Chengshi's eyes were deep.

He was still silent.

Because he knew the bad student in front of him.

He remembered it clearly!

The other party was one of the people who often bullied him, named Kenichi Oota.

The other party had bad behavior, and this time he drove a motorcycle without a license. His driving error led to this tragedy.

But because Japan's juvenile protection law is complete, and the other party's lawyer defended well, the punishment he received was only fifteen days in a juvenile detention center.

This sentence was unacceptable to Kita Chengshi.

He saw the shadow of Grandma Tendo struggling in a pool of blood.

He saw the innocent male high school student on TV with a faint smile on his lips.

It was like a mockery of life.

Kita Chengshi lowered his head with a wooden expression, and the brown scarf at his hand was deformed by being pinched.

The stepfather's scolding and the punches and kicks that followed were no longer perceptible.

The dark sky.

The strong wind whistled past my ears.

No one wants to stay on such an abandoned rooftop for long.

The same is true for Kenichi Oota.

He looked at the figure wearing a transparent waterproof raincoat in front of him and spoke impatiently.

"Hey! What a bug! I'm here as you promised! Where's what you said on the phone?"

There was no usual domineering tone in his voice, and there was a little fear in it.

And the reason why he is like this is also very simple——

"You said you took the video of me driving towards the sidewalk, where is that thing?! You kept silent! You want to die, don't you? Aren't the lessons I usually teach you enough?!"

Seeing that Kitumi Minoru remained silent, Ohta Kenichi finally couldn't help it anymore and stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar.

If Kitumi Minoru provided the video of illegal driving to the police, he would not only be detained in the juvenile detention center for fifteen days.

"Don't worry."

Beicheng Minoru's voice was cold and her eyes looked at him expressionlessly.

This made Ota Kenichi's palms tremble subconsciously.

What kind of eyes are these?

There was no hope, no emotional color in Kitaki Minoru's eyes, only darkness so deep that he couldn't see the bottom.

Numbness and despair filled the other party's eyes.

Even a long-time bully like him in school couldn't help but take two steps back.

And don't know why.

Ohta Kenichi always felt that the other person looked at him as if he were looking at a dead person.

After a while, Kitumi took out the mobile phone from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and spoke calmly.

"What you want is in there."

"It would have been better if it had been like this!"

The discomfort that had permeated his body just now was thrown away at this moment.

Seeing what he wanted, Ota Kenichi lowered his head with satisfaction and went to pick up the mobile phone that slipped on the ground.

However, the next second he became angry again.

"I said, you bug, what's the password for your mobile phone-"

He was about to raise his head to question, but the words got stuck at the edge of his throat.

Something waved towards the little head.

The bright metal bat was reflected in his frightened eyes.

Bang! ! !

There was a muffled sound on the storm rooftop.

This was the sound of an arm breaking after blocking, followed immediately by a horrified scream.

"No! Wait! Stop! I'm sorry-"

Bang! ! !

There was another muffled sound.

Then there was the sound of a human body falling onto a plastic pad.

Kitaki didn't wait, didn't even hesitate.

Because he knew that Ota Kenichi's "I'm sorry" didn't really mean he was sorry.

A stick!

A stick!

Another great one!

Ignore the physiological tics of the human body.

Ignoring the blood splattering on his face.

Just mechanically swinging a baseball bat.

The human body is like a dancer, dancing gracefully under his baton.

Blood seeped onto the plastic pad.

It was the same blood color as Granny Tendo.

What a shame.

he thought.

"It turns out your blood is red too."

The dark eyes reflected dazzling scarlet.

Wiped the blood on the side of his face.

Kitazumi dropped the baseball bat and muttered to himself with dull eyes.

"I thought it was black."

He took off his blood-stained waterproof raincoat and wrapped the body.

Kitazumi grinned.

He had never felt this way.

He, who had always lived his life in emptiness, like a zombie, was now surrounded by a sense of fulfillment and joy that could not be described in words.

The field of vision suddenly improved.

At this moment, the corner of his mouth could no longer hold back the torturer's smile.

The sky fell and the rain fell.

The wind howled.

Evil grinned and roared.

Kitazumi wrapped the plastic sheet wrapping the body and turned his eyes in the direction of home.

There. There's other garbage that needs to be cleaned up.

——The second chapter was banned for the whole night. Hope everyone knows.