If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 125 Homeless People Chasing Phantoms

The figure gradually blurred, and Huanmeng suddenly sat up in shock—the morning dew waiting for the sun to shine.

There are only a few lingering sounds, and the surviving breath is gone-the sadness and desolation.

Noh performances were played on the changing TV, with melodious singing voices and exaggerated makeup. Noh actors rose and fell on the big screen like flowers and butterflies.

"Those gangsters like you, do you have any plans in the future?" Lin Nian asked casually while lying on the sofa looking at the traditional Japanese art that he couldn't appreciate.

"Plan?" Liang, who was standing by the refrigerator with a cold beer in his mouth, threw a handful of juice to the sofa: "Can you have any plans, do you mean changing careers?"

"We generally refer to turning evil into righteousness. The work of the underworld is crooked no matter how beautiful the home is, you should know this, right?" Lin Nian took the juice thrown by Liangyi and iced his hands.

"Underworld is not a job, but a choice of life. Besides, it is a big taboo in our industry to wash your hands in a golden basin. Anyone who thinks about it might end up dead on the street the next day." Ryoichi leaned his eyes on the refrigerator Penetrating through the telegraph pole standing outside the window in the dark night, a few night sparrows are jumping and jumping in the bustling sparks in the distance.

"Tattoos can be washed off by photoelectric means." Lin Nian said.

"To be precise, 80.00% of the tattoos can be washed off, but the remaining 20.00% can't." Ryoichi stretched out his hand and pulled the collar to reveal the colorful colors underneath: "The longer the time, the more it will precipitate, the heavier the color, the more It's hard to get out."

"What's the tattoo?" Lin Nian asked.

Ryoichi glanced at the closed bedroom door not far away, put the cold beer on the refrigerator and stretched out his hand to undo a few buttons. Lin Nian on the sofa couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly after seeing the gorgeous painting on his chest. The frantic scarlet and eerie colorful green are reflected in the eyes.

"Baiyue Chigui Rixing Evil Map." Ryoichi said: "When I came of age, the leader Yilong took me to the 'Tattoo Master' and gave it to me. In my family, only a specific tattoo master dares to get this kind of tattoo. Tattoos, given by the group leader, followed to the 'grain master' enshrined by the family, bathed and burned incense, and worshiped ghosts and gods before they could color tattoo their upper body, and escape into the endless hell."

"Infernal hell?" Lin Nian chewed on the word and smiled for no reason.

"Some things can't be washed off after being painted on, and strong washing will only leave ugly scars. On the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, the team leader Yoshitaka asked me three times if I was ready, and I answered yes." Ryoichi said lightly : "People like me have no reason to refuse the hard-won gift. After escaping from the orphanage, I wandered on the streets of Shinjuku, stealing people's wallets with unclean hands and feet to make a living. At that time, I was in Ginza one day. The site was fought, knives and guns were used, and the scene was very tragic. It was the first time I knew that a person's body could hold so much blood, and the faucet on the neck would not be turned off once turned on. I am a more miserable and ruthless person."

"That's when Team Leader Eiro came." Looking at the incandescent lights in the living room, Ryoichi recalled: "He got off from a black Honda, without any entourage, and without any weapons in his hands. Over half a hundred old people walked to the center of the battlefield alone. At that time, I thought he was looking for death, but when he walked between the two gangs, I realized that I was wrong. The blood flowed like pillars, The gangsters with red eyes all stopped for no reason. They saw Team Leader Yilong as if they saw ghosts and gods walking in the daytime. They retreated and separated to the two sides. Only one person divided this tragic scene into two, without even saying a word from the beginning to the end."

"So I told myself from then on, when I grow up, I want to be such an imposing person, wear a suit, drive a car, everyone knows my name, everyone respects me." After finishing speaking, Ryoichi Speaking calmly, he poured a big gulp of beer into his mouth.

"A very reasonable wish." Lin Nian nodded and couldn't deny the concept in it: "I think you will continue to walk on this road no matter how dangerous it is, but what about your sister?"

"Sister?" Liang took a look at Lin Nian: "Oh, are you talking about Chihiro? She and I are people from two worlds, no matter how high I climb, she doesn't need to get involved in my affairs. For her , Get into a good university, come out and find a good job, and then find a man you like and marry."

"While praying for a grand and domineering future, at the same time giving your family the most ordinary and warm future?" Lin Nian sipped his juice: "You probably won't see her again after she gets married, right?"

"Not necessarily." Ryoichi raised his eyebrows: "If the boyfriend she's dating is a scumbag, maybe I still have a chance to build a fresh concrete pillar for the buildings in Tokyo."

"With a brother like you, Chihiro will probably have to sit at the father's table when she gets married in the future, right?" Lin Nian smiled, and held up the juice can to Ryoichi by the refrigerator.

"It's meaningless to talk about things that are too far away now." Ryoichi also smiled, lowered his head and shook his head, and raised the beer can to touch it far away.

future?
While drinking, Ryoichi recalled for no reason the first time he met Ayoshi Chihiro, it was in a rented house that was not much better than the present place.

I still remember that day seemed to be Monday. After he received the task of resettling orphans from his family, he came to visit with the procedures of the orphanage. At that time, he knocked on the door of the rental house and no one responded, so he had to use a little trick to unlock it. I realized that there was no one in the room, and then I remembered that it was a weekday and the school had to hold classes. No matter how early it was, no one would come back until four o'clock in the afternoon.

He simply wandered around the rental house, there was nothing special, a large layer of dust covered the TV series in the living room, indicating that the owner did not like to watch TV, there were no magazines to relieve boredom, and there was no popular game console among the students on the market , there is only a boxy cushion next to the low table in the middle of the living room, and there are still marks of depression on it.

Ryoichi sat on the cushion and looked up at the front door of the rental house. The clock hanging on the door was ticking and doing a never-ending circular motion. At that time, he suddenly blended into the character for no reason, guessing the owner of the room All the free time in the house is sitting like this, listening to the sound of the clock ticking back and forth, feeling the time flowing in the fingers, letting the sun rise and set outside the window, until sleepiness surges on the table and falls asleep.

Boring and boring daily life, what expectations are there for such a life?Ryoichi didn't understand.

He was sitting, thinking, and after a while he actually fell asleep in the setting sun in the afternoon, and lay sleepily on the table until the afternoon, until the sound of the door lock cylinder bouncing woke him up.

At that time, the sleepy Ryoichi hadn't reacted when a girl's clear voice sounded at the door, she said: "ただいま (I'm back)."

At this moment, Ryoichi knew what the girl was waiting for sitting here again and again. In a way, the girl was the same kind of person as him. They both sat behind the door for a long time, pondered, and listened to the rain. The sound of flowing on the railing outside the window, chewing the cold and slightly damp is called the taste of loneliness.

What they are waiting for is not the boring future, but the impossible 'ただいま' and the 'おかえり' that they will never say.

Childish, unrealistic, but extremely good wishes.

'おかえり' (welcome back).

It was the first time that Ryoichi, who was an orphan since he was a child, uttered that unfamiliar line of dialogue that was destined to be familiar.

——How about giving her a bright future, as long as you know that there is someone sitting and waiting for you behind the door, I am back, and the dialogue of welcome back will never be boring, because there is always someone who will accompany you to play this unconventional game .

There must be some support and reason to climb to the top of the underworld, so why can't this reason be her?

Ryoichi, who was drinking cold beer, smiled, his eyes were full of tenderness.

On the sofa, Lin Nian, who was drinking juice, suddenly turned his head.The wandering light and flames reflected in the pupils.

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The sound of the explosion was deafening. Ryoichi rolled out and couldn't distinguish between the sky and the earth. He felt his ears were ringing and his eyes were bloodshot.

There seemed to be a fault in his memory. The last moment he was still in a daze by the refrigerator in the dormitory. At this moment, confusion and pain completely filled his brain, and his thoughts were as difficult to sort out as numbness.

A violent cough suddenly sounded beside Ryoichi, who was lying on the ground trying to turn his head to look, only to see Lin Nian pressing Mandy on the ground and throwing up a large pile of dust.

Lin Nian was disheveled and covered in blood at the same time, his exposed skin was cracked, and a large number of capillaries were ruptured. After seeing Ryoichi's sight, he spat out blood and said in a low voice, "Sorry, the situation is too critical, five The moment of step is not fast enough."

Liangyi stared blankly at Lin Nian. The firelight from the sky made his blood-stained face bright and dark. On the third floor of the building, the flames and billowing smoke went straight into the sky, and his shadow stretched very long under the firelight.

Standing alone under the billowing smoke, he is like a stray owl, or like a poor man sitting by the window listening to the sunset, hearing the sound of clocks and climbing to a climax but no one answers in the end. There was a hysterical howl from the closed door that was no longer open.

(End of this chapter)