Me and the Doll Girl of Zhidiao Island

Chapter 11 11. How far is Tokyo?
I still remember that it was a summer when the temperature was very high, but it could freeze people to death.

The summer vacation has just begun, and Zhiniao Island is so hot that it seems to be melting. With the cicadas singing, they all fall into the sea.

The unexpectedly powerful sound of the waves came to his ears, and Chaokong shook his sweat-soaked short sleeves, walked into the cool hospital, and headed to the registration office.

The long and narrow corridor was crowded with many adults, but she didn't see her father. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was pungent, as well as her own sweat.

"The family is here!"

"What master can a ten-year-old child do! Where is her husband?"

"Where's your father? Where is it? Is he here?"

Adults in different clothes cast their eyes on Chaokong Yaoxing one after another, even the Christ statue hanging on the wall was staring at her.

"He died suddenly while working the evening shift. Who is the representative of the company?"

"I am me." A man in a suit raised his hand in shock.

Chaokong Yaoxing didn't remember very clearly what happened next, and he also forgot the expression on the nurse's face. In short, he scolded the man so hard that he couldn't lift his head.

When he came back to his senses, he had already appeared at home.

The monk dressed in an inexplicable way is chanting sutras to the mother in the photo, and there are many strange things on the table.

Chaokong Yaoxing looked at his father beside him, he was bowing his head in silence, his broad hands were swollen and disfigured.

She looked around again and found that there was no one except her father and the monk, and then she remembered that her family had no relatives on Zhiniao Island.

——Where is Jiang Yuanshen?

With his knees tightly pressed against the tatami mat, Asakusa slowly moved his body closer to the silent Asora Masamune.

"Dad, didn't you ask Shen to accompany me?"

Chaokong Masamune was silent for a while, and said amidst the bursts of Buddhist scriptures: "Yao Xing, can you grow up?"

".what?"

"I keep saying that Jiang Yuan is not in Zhiniao Island. Why don't you listen to me like your mother? I said from the beginning that I don't love your mother, but I still want to marry me and have you. Now I don't think about it. Do you think you are all in the way? Without you, I would have left here long ago."

There seemed to be hatred in his voice, a hatred that ran counter to deep love.

But the despair and sadness on his face were so deep, Zhao Kong Yaoxing felt that he had fallen into an illusion that reality was distorted.

Looking in astonishment at the brilliant mother who was only smiling in the photo, I finally had the sense of reality of "ah, my mother really passed away".

When I came back to my senses, I appeared on the street.

The pitch-black sea with undercurrents and the blue sky leading to heaven all appear like mirage-like illusions before our eyes.

Chaokong Yaoxing walked along the road of Zhidiao Island, the weather was very hot, and he was so tired that he sat on the chair by the roadside and fell asleep.

It was already dusk when I woke up, I didn’t even see anyone around me, and the sea in front of me was so empty that it was scary.

Chaokong Yaoxing cried in fear and continued walking until Jiang Yuanshen's residence appeared in front of him.

But the place where he lived has been razed to the ground and overgrown with weeds.

"Jiang Yuan went to Tokyo."

Officer Ito, who was on patrol, spotted her.

"Tokyo? Where is Tokyo? How long does it take to walk there?"

"Idiot, you can't go by walking. You have to go to Niigata by boat first, and then take the Shinkansen. It will take a day. Come on, I'll take you home first."

"No, I'm going to Tokyo, I don't want to stay on Zhiniao Island."

"Why don't you listen to advice? Your family must be very worried about you."

"That kind of person."

Chaokong Yaoxing reflexively wanted to speak, and then she felt a small thing pressing on her back, which made her ache.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the pure white and flawless ceiling.

The fatigue in the dream was swept away by the warm bedding that wrapped the body.

"call--"

Chaokong Yaoxing let out a long breath, the dream just now, the tears that made the corners of his eyes moist for a moment, have dried up.

He bent his arm and picked up the small thing on his back. It was a noise-cancelling earphone for his left ear.

She sat up from the bed, looked around, and put the noise-canceling earphone next to the pillow into the earphone box.

Passing through the short hair with his hands, he stretched it like a drum, and the heat slipped away from the neck all at once.

Shako Asora walked out of the room and went to the bathroom.

While washing my face, the temperature and smell of the water are very familiar, and the touch of water flowing over my cheeks is very comfortable.

"Ah~~~"

The sound coming out of the throat was heavier than before, and the chest was still dull.

Chaokong Yaoxing looked at himself in the mirror, and deftly brushed his hair behind his ears with his fingers.

Thin neck, deep clavicle, full chest, all the way down, is a soft waist curve.

"I'm supposed to be a beautiful girl, right?"

After staring blankly in front of the mirror for a few minutes, Chaokong Yaoxing walked out of the bathroom, put on his sailor suit and went downstairs.

Chika——

The sound of the radio suddenly came, and Chaokong Yaoxing's pace of going downstairs came to a sudden stop.

"Good Morning! Good morning everyone, Zhiniao Broadcasting Station! I am also here to serve you today~ Your caring neighbor Nakata Kai——"

"What a cool morning! In that case, let's listen to a song you should listen to on this day!"

"A beautiful day starts with this song~~"

Since the earthquake, the government has required every household on Zhiniao Island to be equipped with a receiving device. The original purpose was only for early warning.

But for a long time after that, everything was safe and sound, and it had to be installed, and it gradually evolved into Zhiniao Island's exclusive radio station——

How many tourists came yesterday, the votive stone is very popular, who gave birth this morning, who passed away, and where it was rebuilt.

All the big and small events on Zhiniao Island are played out in detail.

But Zhaokong Yaoxing remembered that she had turned off the loudspeaker hanging on the door lintel a long time ago because it was very noisy.

At just the right time, music sounded on the radio, it was "Spring Neighborhood" by Anri Xiong Mu.

"The lonely wind that blows is like your hand on my shoulder."

"Just Like Your Tenderness."

Before the lyrics were sung, the singing and tune stopped abruptly.

Chaokong Yaoxing unplugged the plug expressionlessly, and the moment he held it, he found that the wire was covered with dust, and his palm felt a strong fluffy feeling.

The man sitting on the dining chair finally looked over.

Opposite him, the shiny fried eggs were dipped in soy sauce, and there was crystal clear rice porridge.

Masamune Asora hesitated, but he opened his mouth, his voice trembling.

"Shaking apricot—"

knock --

Like a wisp of green smoke, Chaokong Yaoxing quickly put on his loafers, pressed his hand on the doorknob, and stepped out impatiently.

Outside, the calm sea surface reflects the flickering morning light without hesitation, and the dark green Najiu Mountain is covered with blue and white clouds.

"That kind of person should go to hell."

(End of this chapter)