I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

"Learn to forage by yourself."

Abandoning these words, Fukada Risha left the room.

Before going out, she did not forget to take the door of the room where there was nothing but sandbags and sheepdogs.

Leaning against the door for a moment, she took off her sweaty coat and threw it on the ground, walking towards the living room with steady steps.

She just moved back to Duwang Town, and there are still a lot of things to sort out.

——This is the house she lived in when she was a child, even if it had changed hands, it is now back in her hands as she wished.

'Pack up, pack up...'

Thinking like this, Fukada Risha went to the bathroom to simply take a shower, and came out of the bathroom naked.

The house was very dark, and there was no one else but her.

There's no such thing as "shame", she's just too lazy to wear clothes.

Opening the suitcase, Fukada Risa first took out a small photo frame - the style of the photo frame was outdated enough, and the wooden carvings were slightly worn.

But she's too lazy to get a new frame -- and that's fine -- there's a trace of time running on it.

She placed the photo frame on the TV stand and took two steps back to examine it carefully.

wrong.

Fukada Risha frowned and kicked the TV cabinet.

The wooden cabinet door was sunken, and the fine sawdust was poked out.

——This is a piece of furniture left by the previous owner, which is very unsuitable for Fukada Risa.

but......

It doesn't seem to matter.

Fukada Risha thought so, sat down cross-legged, found the toolbox from the cardboard box with luggage on the ground, and removed the TV cabinet door that was broken by herself.

She raised her hand and knocked rhythmically on the cabinet door. Even though she was not wearing any clothes, she didn't feel cold at all in the still cold weather in early January.

Compared with the sense of "cold", which is of no use to her, she has more things to care about at the moment.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter!"

The TV cabinet door that was removed was finally broken open by Fukada Risa's knock, and the raised wood chips were stained with Fukada Risa's blood.

'You have to contact the construction team to re-decorate'

Fukada Risha thought - but soon, she overturned her plan.

'It doesn't matter, forget it'

She looked back at the frame, which contained pictures of her as a child, with mom and dad standing beside her—a perfect family no matter how you looked at it.

such a pity.

It's a pity... As time passed, her father turned into a black mummified corpse that was burned by the raging fire, and her mother eventually died in the hospital.

Ok?

Don't get me wrong, Fukada Risa is not sad.

The feeling of being alone is very good. If there is no accident, she intends to maintain this state of "alone".

'Sleepy'

Fukada Risha yawned and lay down on the spot.

After a while, she really fell asleep.

In the dream, it was still the hospital where the smell of disinfectant was so strong that it was almost nauseating.

Her mother survived another skin grafting operation, and the next step is the more difficult rehabilitation training. 17-year-old Risa Fukada poured a glass of warm water for her mother and whispered to encourage her to drink more water - God knows how impatient she is.

Her life was ruined.

If... Mom was burned that night too...

This idea was not planted when I was 17 years old. When I was very young, I would go to the hospital to accompany me after elementary school, learn how to make nutritious meals, and humbly begged philanthropists to give me money. When I begged the hospital to be lenient for a few more days... this idea has already taken root.

How much does corneal transplant surgery cost?

How many skin grafts are there next?

How much does a professional nurse for post-operative rehabilitation cost?

Suppose!

Assuming she has all the money, then...how much time will she need to spend with her mother through the recovery process when it's finally over?

To reiterate.

- Her life was ruined.