I am a god in Tokyo

On the door of the ward, there is a card with the name of the patient.

——Miyazono Kaoru.

pY: "I really don't want to be an ancient god"

Li Ling received a courier from his ex-girlfriend.

Express delivery is a world.

Throw a pebble into this world and it will become a meteorite, say a few words and it will become a metaphor, throw a chicken and become an ancient dragon, and the pulsation of an inverted bottle will become a holy lake.

Before he almost tossed the world to pieces, Li Ling finally had to admit a fact.

He has become an ancient god...

pS: Some Kawen, there are two more chapters

Chapter 88 'Flash' Diffusion

"Kaguya-san, Hayasaka-san!"

The girl on the hospital bed did not have the depression of a seriously ill patient, but was full of vigor.

She wanted to get up to say hello, but she tried so hard for a long time that she couldn't even raise her hand.

"hey-hey."

The girl stuck out her tongue.

"Almost forgot I couldn't move."

Seeing that the young girl was terminally ill but still strong and cheerful, the expressions of the master and servant softened a lot.

"Miss, Xun, I'll wait for you at the door."

Hayasaka Ai took the initiative to leave the ward.

Shinomiya Kaguya slowly came to the hospital bed, gently and compassionately stroked the girl's hair that had started to fade due to serious illness.

Her eyes suddenly fell on the violin case in the corner.

"I asked the nurse sister to bring it for me."

Miyazono Kaoru still had a smile on his face.

"Although I can't play it anymore, I still want to watch it." She closed her eyes gently, with a happy smile on her lips, as if she was playing her favorite music with all her heart as in the past.

But apart from her head, the rest of her limbs could no longer move.

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.

It is a terminal illness that modern medicine cannot solve. The patient will start to shrink from the limbs, become weak, and finally die of respiratory failure.

Miyazono Kaoru is already in the late stage. If it is not in this high-level hospital, after two years of meticulous care, the Shinomiya family has invested countless money and invited internationally renowned doctors.

I am afraid that she died two years ago when she was 14 years old.

"Xun, you will definitely be able to stand up again!"

Shinomiya Kaguya gently held the girl's weak and slender palm.

"When the time comes, please play for me!"

The eldest daughter of the fourth palace said so.

She understands the kind of pain that the girl's cheerful surface has. Since seeing this girl with a cheerful smile but occasionally showing a lonely look two years ago, Shinomiya Kaguya has already understood.

each other's pain and helplessness.

"it is good!"

Kaoru Miyazono froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Shinomiya Kaguya left the ward, the maid had been waiting for a long time.

"The doctor is already extracting the essence of the spiritual medicine. As long as Xun is injected, it should be able to relieve her symptoms and prolong her time—"

Hayasaka Ai was silent for a while.

"Xun's situation is already at the limit. The doctor told me that without this medicine, she might only have a week to live... In the past two years, not only modern medicine, but also various ritual methods have been used to survive until now. .”

Shinomiya Kaguya listened quietly, then turned to look at the ward.

She asked.

"After injecting the spiritual medicine, it should last for a while, right?"

The maid was silent.

"She wants to stand up and continue playing, she wants to see her irresponsible father, I promised her." The eldest lady said: "I promised to let her play to me, I promised to find her father, Hayasaka , The Shinomiya family did not violate the oath."

"I do not have either!"

Shinomiya Kaguya raised her head, her eyes suddenly became indifferent.

"Continue to look for similar spiritual medicines, as many as you need."

In the ward, there was a brisk singing sound suddenly.

The girl leaned against the head of the bed, lightly closed her eyes, and hummed a cheerful song.

*

The streets of Tokyo.

Veteran homeless Daisuke Katayama is introducing the rules to his new companions.

"In summer, we usually live in parks. We build a cardboard box and cover it with a layer of tarpaulin. This is our private space. Law enforcement officers generally don't drive us away, but if we want to stay in public places such as stations, we can't build cardboard boxes."

"The government stipulates that any covered building is an illegal building. It is best not to beg. Although we are homeless, we also have dignity."

Opposite Katayama Daisuke was also a man with fluffy hair and sloppy clothes.

The man's eyes are confused.

Daisuke Katayama could only sigh in his heart and show mercy to this new companion who claimed to remember nothing.

The causes of homelessness in Japan are very complicated.

Some are middle-aged and unemployed, some are criminals, and some owe usury. The only thing they have in common is that they are homeless.

They also don't want to accept the government's asylum and live a life without freedom.

Wandering became the only option.

The man who lost his memory in front of him may have suffered from amnesia because of a major blow... It's not like there are similar situations.

"Do you remember your first name, or last name?"

The man who had lost his memory racked his brains and looked confused.

He looked at Daisuke Katayama, his eyes became slack and gradually solidified, and he regained his clarity for a short while, but quickly became confused.

"palace."

He said.

"I only remember this word, I, I should be surnamed Gong."

"What about rare surnames?"

The senior homeless man sighed with emotion, and said, "From then on, I will call you Omiya. You look a little older than me. Let's go. I'll take you back to the park first to adapt to the life of a homeless man."

As he spoke, he hesitated for a long time before taking out an unopened piece of bread from his yellowed backpack.

"Seeing how you've been hungry for a long time, let's eat something first!"

Daisuke Katayama lowered his voice.

"Hurry up and eat. Don't be seen by others when you arrive at the park. Homeless people also have bullying and class. If you get robbed by then, I can't control you!"

The man took the bread, thanked him in a low voice, and started to gobble it up.

He was really hungry for a long time.

Wandering aimlessly in Tokyo, his memory and impression became more and more blurred. As time went by, he completely forgot about the past. Only the obsession in his heart pushed him to find something.

Who am I, what am I looking for, why am I in Tokyo?

Even the 'last name' was only recalled in a flash of inspiration.

Even turning his head, he forgot about it.

The man followed Daisuke Katayama to a park where homeless people gathered, and lived the life of a homeless man in a daze.

And such a muddleheaded, unresponsive man to the outside world naturally became the bottom of the class.

Only Daisuke Katayama helped as a friend, trying not to let him be too bullied, and also taught him the survival skills of a homeless man.

Time, came late at night.

The homeless also curled up in the cardboard box, enjoying the rare tranquility in the gloomy life.

Omiya didn’t have any cardboard boxes yet, so he could only lean on the park bench with the dirty blanket provided by Daisuke Katayama.

He looked up to the sky,

Under the dark blue curtain, there is only a crescent moon looming.

He closed his eyes and hummed a song softly.

that familiar,

A nostalgic ballad.

*

an apartment.

After a day's work, the young man returns home with a supper.

"Qianjia, Doudou!"

Take out the key, open the door and enter.

The young man suddenly felt that something was wrong, the house was dark and extremely silent.

"I am back!"

He turned on the light, loosened his tie, crossed the hallway, and walked into the house.

"Qian Jia!"

He called his girlfriend's name.

"Beanie!"

He called his pet dog by his nickname.

no respond,

Are you not at home, or did you take Doudou out for a walk?

"Yupei~"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, calling his name. The young man was taken aback by the sudden sound. He turned his head and saw that it was his pet dog, squatting at the kitchen door, staring at him faintly.

"Doudou, where's Qianjia?"

The young man thought his girlfriend was playing a prank, and immediately twisted his neck, wanting to 'bully' back viciously.

The golden retriever crawled on the ground, staring at the male master, neither barking nor walking away, just watching like this.

watching with love,

Like a living person in dog skin.

The youth shuddered.