2. People who are gentle and wait for their return home
Kyoto, Sakyo-ku, street side.
The sky was rendered black by dark clouds, and occasionally a few rays of moonlight seeped through.
The rain curtain hung like thin threads in the cool breeze, passing by the white-lit street lamps, with only a few flying insects still lingering in the lampshades.
Minamoto Yorimitsu stood under the bus stop sign holding a transparent umbrella, looking at the broken shadow of the city in the puddles at his feet, and the condensed raindrops slid down the plastic umbrella cloth.
"Beep!"
A loud whistle came from not far away.
The dark yellow car lights also cast their light on the bus stop sign along with the drizzle.
Minamoto Yorimitsu held his umbrella and looked at the sound. He was sure it was the bus he wanted to take, so he closed his umbrella and stepped onto the bus.
Swipe your card, find a seat, and sit down.
I chose a seat by the window.
When the bus started again, I put on my headphones skillfully.
Then he leaned on the back chair and turned his head to look out at the rain-stained glass.
He is certainly not in a daze out of boredom.
But I was thinking about the scene that just happened.
Of course Minamoto no Yorimitsu is very familiar with Yoshikawa Yumi, but this familiarity only exists in his memory. It has been a week since he entered this body. The initial shock, confusion and fear gradually eased, and he began to sort it out slowly.
relationships with this body.
Humans have been social animals since ancient times, and it is impossible to live alone.
In the words of behavioral management scientist Mayo, human beings are social beings, not economic beings. If they want to survive without society and interpersonal relationships, they cannot be called human beings.
But I didn’t expect that this body was related to someone like Yumi Yoshikawa.
"It turns out that I am still an affectionate person."
Minamoto Yorimitsu gave this body a very unwelcome comment.
After sorting out the memory of Yoshikawa Yumi in this body, it seems that the pattern is a bit small to say that it is affectionate. To be more precise, it should be that there are a few haloes on the back of my head - the heart of the Holy Mother of Mercy is humble to the extreme.
Like a toy that can be thrown away at any time.
Just like this time, the two had no contact for several months, but in his memory, before he entered the body, the original body still insisted on the habit of writing each other's diary every day.
No wonder Yumi Yoshikawa saw her arrogant attitude of letting nature take its course.
But back to the issue itself.
Modern medical conditions are very advanced, and Kyoto is not a small rural place, and the money required for an abortion is not sky-high.
What's more, the human body's recovery ability is beyond ordinary people's understanding.
The kind of physique that says it is difficult to get pregnant after an abortion is just like the two golden lights that appear in a row just after clearing the big guarantee. Not every woman's pregnancy qi is so bad.
If you really don’t want children, or you are afraid of being discovered by your parents, etc.
How could you choose to let an unknown factor stay with you forever?
And for someone like Yumi Yoshikawa, who is an out-and-out green tea girl, Yorimitsu Minamoto doesn’t think she has much compassion for unborn lives.
So in other words——
"I just came here to take over my job."
Combining the basic research methods of integrating management theory with practice, Minamoto Noraimitsu came to the most objective conclusion. At the same time, he also sentenced this woman to an absolute death sentence in his heart.
He looked out the window at the scenery soaked in raindrops and laughed.
Therefore, honest people deserve to be labeled.
Accepting your fate of not being able to see the light of day, and having to raise children for others, you are even grateful in your heart, right?
Just based on the look in the woman's eyes when she finally left, it was as if she was lucky to have chosen him, and she didn't intend to pay any price in return.
Even if I squeezed a few crocodile tears on the spot, they wouldn't even flow out of my eyes.
Minamoto Noraimitsu felt extremely disgusted with this woman.
Of course he didn't pay much attention to the conversation just now.
He won't be as overflowing with the Holy Mother's heart as his original self.
As for raising the children by yourself?
"When the time comes, it seems like a good idea to just place the child in front of her parents and then disappear from the world."
Minamoto norimitsu thought about it for a while and felt that this matter was very feasible.
This body is too familiar with Yumi Yoshikawa, so she naturally knows that although her private life is chaotic, her parents are extremely traditional.
After all, Kyoto is one of the places with the strongest traditional values in Japan, and the other party’s parents are also very sensitive to such things.
As far as he knew, it was in high school.
Just because Yoshikawa Yumi was holding hands with a boy on the street, his father found out that he was dragged home and beaten.
He also made her kneel in front of her house all night on rainy days and did not come to school for a whole week.
The reason why it is no longer like this is mainly because the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and when you go to college and you are not around your parents in the countryside, you can't find them. This is basically the case for college students nowadays.
The more severely one is suppressed, the more powerful one becomes.
The bus drove smoothly in the rain, and the driver even hummed a song.
It sounds like local slang in Kyoto, and the mood seems not to be affected by the rainy weather at all.
After all, this is already the latest trip, and I will go home from get off work when I reach the terminal.
Although Sakyo Ward is the second largest ward in Kyoto, its population density can be said to be the lowest, and it is also known as the most artistic area in Kyoto.
In addition, most locals have traditional ideas and few outsiders come to settle here, so it is not as entertaining as Tokyo.
The title of the city that never sleeps really doesn't apply to Kyoto, so the streets were already deserted after just past ten o'clock.
Of course, there is also the reason why it is a rainy day tonight.
Minamoto Yorimitsu quickly arrived at his destination, got out of the car, held up his umbrella again, and walked in a trance on the slopes of Shugakuin Yamahata Town.
Although he was still walking forward at this moment, his mind was already immersed in a place that no one else could see.
The virtual box also retains the prompts that popped up when you were in the cafe, as well as the so-called rewards brought by the reversal of the decline in favorability.
This was not the first time he discovered this thing, but the conditions had never been triggered before.
Coupled with the fact that Gege had just entered the body and come into contact with the new world, I studied it a few times and found that there was no response, so I temporarily forgot about it.
But now it seems that it may be of great use.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu returned to the apartment with his thoughts wandering all the way, put away his cheap plastic umbrella, and followed the memory along the incandescent light of the long lamp tube in the corridor.
He quickly stood in front of a door that was familiar in his memory.
Pressed the electronic door lock, entered the password, shook it a few times, and opened the door.
"Lai Guang, you're back."
Just after opening the door, a quiet voice came.
As the gentle yellow warm light shone into the corridor, a thin and small figure walked slowly over.
The man was still wearing a blue plaid apron that had been washed until it turned white. He bent down and skillfully took out the house slippers from the entrance, and placed them neatly on the soft mat in front of the door.
Even when squatting down, his posture is very demure.
She smoothed her somewhat scattered hair, helped him tidy it up, stood up, and straightened her wrinkled apron.
With a gentle smile on his face, the boy patted the remaining raindrops on his shoulder, then moved half of his body to signal him to come in.
Although the living space is a bit small.
But the atmosphere at home is not high or low.
How many people, no matter how tired they are at work during the day, can feel the warmth of home when they return home, and they will feel happiness in their hearts.
only...
Minamoto no Yorimitsu gathered the umbrella and put it into the umbrella bucket, put on his home shoes, patted his shoulder, and said in a slightly sad tone:
"Qingming, tell me, it would be great if you were a woman."