Kitahara Shuji almost launched a pure flavor house for Fuyumi.

He watched the door slam shut in front of him, holding the white envelope in his hand and was stunned for a while, then shook his head and walked towards the station, he felt a little uncomfortable, he just looked at the past and tried his best, and it was just instinct to push the salary, but he didn't expect the little radish head to have this attitude.

This little radish head is really not a thing, what are you still angry about when it's like this?

He scolded Fuyumi in his stomach a few words, and began to think about how he would deal with this situation if he was Dongmei, and then thought about what he could do.

It's not that he was born cheap, and he didn't want to use his hot face to stick a little radish's heart-shaped cold fart, but that he was a bit of a petty family, and he was used to being self-reliant, and he didn't like to owe favors to others. Now that Fukuzawa is like this, if he chooses to stand by and watch, he always feels a little awkward in his heart.

If you really make up your mind to ignore it, you always feel a little weak-hearted, as if you have lost your conscience.

Why do people have such a conscience? How do those ruthless heroes who do great things exercise their minds? Another day, I have to find two books to study.

He thought wildly and walked all the way to the tram stop, and was stunned to find that the time of the last train had just passed, and secretly screamed bad luck, and turned around and prepared to walk home, but just after walking two steps, he heard the phone ringing, and was startled, thinking that Fukuzawa Naokaka was not good, so he quickly picked it up, and when he heard it, it was Yoko.

"Onisan, you...... Where are you?"

Yoko's voice was a little timid, faintly uneasy. Kitahara Shuji was delicate, and immediately understood, this was the time to go home after the usual work, and he didn't go back on time, Yoko was a little scared not because she was afraid of staying at home alone, she was quite used to being alone, but she was afraid that something would happen that she didn't notice, and she left her and ran away.

This little face has only been beautiful for two days, and Kitahara Shuji blamed himself for forgetting to call her to inform her, and he didn't hide it from Yoko, and directly told her about the situation of Fukuzawa's family.

The closer people are, the more they can't hide it, otherwise the usual bullshit and bloody things come out like this, and he doesn't plan to star in an eight-rate romance drama with Yoko, and there must be no misunderstanding or anything.

He told Yoko about the matter carefully, and as he spoke, he made up his mind, and finally stood still in the middle of the road, and instructed Yoko: "I may not go back until late, you can sleep first, Yoko." ”

Yoko is a very sensible child, and when she understood what was going on, she immediately responded obediently, "I understand, Ernissan, I'll take care of myself, you don't have to worry." ”

Kitahara Shuji told her to lock the door carefully and ended the call, and then went to the pure taste house to have a good talk with the little radish head, if she could really handle it, then she would be at ease.

He went around like a psycho and went back to the pure taste house, just about to knock on the door but found that the door was just closed but didn't seem to be locked, and after trying it, it opened as soon as he pushed it, and he was speechless for a while.

Fortunately, it was me who came, and this radish head was dizzy? It was almost twelve o'clock and I went to sleep without even locking the door?

He hesitated for a moment and went straight in, anyway, he came in and out here at will for the past three months, and it wasn't bad this time.

There was no one in the lobby, and there was no one in the corridor inside, and Kitahara Shuji looked left and right, suspecting that the radish head had really gone upstairs to sleep, and was just about to shout twice on the second floor when he saw a faint light in the small dojo at the end of the corridor.

He thought about it and went straight over, gently opened the crack in the door, and at a glance saw the little radish head shrunk into a ball, lying on the floor with his back to the door, and the whole person looked extremely lonely.

If something like this happened at home, she should be very sad.

Kitahara Shuji was silent for a while, regretting that he had scolded Fuyumi just now, secretly sighed and took off his shoes, and then walked to Fuyumi and sat down cross-legged.

Dongmei glanced back at him vigilantly, then quickly twisted her head back, still lying there with her back in a ball, and asked sullenly: "What are you doing when you come back? Isn't the money right?

The envelope Kitahara Shuji hadn't opened it, and he looked at the radish ball in front of him Fuyumi lying on his knees, with his head buried in his arms, his black hair scattered over his shoulders, and he was really a little big ball and said softly: "The money is just right, I just don't worry about coming back and asking, I want to know what you want to do, after all, it's not just your business, but also the snow and them! You tell me how you plan, if it's okay, I'll get up and leave." ”

Fuyumi lay on her side on the floor without saying a word, and didn't answer for a long time.

Kitahara Shuji sat there cross-legged and waited silently, but he couldn't wait for Fuyumi to speak, so he couldn't help but ask again, "What are you planning for the future?"

He was a little impatient in his heart, when have you been grinding all this time! What about those dog tempers?

Fukuzawa Naotaka entered the hospital, the rest of the Fukuzawa family's eldest sixteen years old, the youngest three years old, he was really a little relieved, even if he didn't care about Fuyumi, he wanted to ask Yukiri what would happen to them in the future.

Fuyumi still didn't speak, lying there motionless on her back, as if she was dead. Kitahara Shuji took a look and found that she was in a daze, and Kitahara Shuji blocked the light, Fuyumi immediately found out, turned over and sat up directly, and was stunned for a moment: "I don't know ......"

She duck sat there, her gaze was very empty, her gaze crossed that Kitahara Shuji was unfocused, and her lovely crescent moon eyes were sparkling, and slowly two lines of tears flowed silently, and the expression on her little face was also painful. She suddenly hugged her head and lay on the floor and whimpered, "I don't know what to do! Mom is gone, Dad is sick, and the family doesn't have much money, I don't know what to do......

She lay there whimpering in pain, her voice full of confusion.

Kitahara Shuji was startled, and instinctively helped her up and patted her on the back gently, not knowing what to say for a while. And Dongmei really couldn't bear the fall of her father, she must be bold and firm in front of her sisters, and she can't show a trace of weakness.

When she is weak, her younger siblings will panic, and she can only hug a ball and draw some warmth from herself when there is no one.

And she is only sixteen years old, and she has been in charge of the family for more than two years after her mother's death, so she has a little weak social experience, but when she encounters this kind of thing, which is extremely traumatic to any family, she is still a little unacceptable, and her psychological state is brittle into a piece of paper.

Her father and mother died, and the four younger sisters and one younger brother all looked at her, but what could she do?

What can she do but pretend to be strong?

She was like an egg, the seemingly hard shell was crushed, and the egg white and yolk inside suddenly collapsed, even if she was seen by Kitahara Shuji on the extremely embarrassed side, she couldn't be fierce, so she could only cry there, "Mom handed over this home to me, how can I explain to my mother now...... What should I do?!What should I do if Dad doesn't wake up?"

She was already in deep self-blame, hating her own powerlessness very much, and after driving away Kitahara Shuji, she hugged a ball and was sad there alone, and Kitahara Shuji even ran to ask her what to do......

How does she know what to do!?

Kitahara Shuji didn't have much experience in dealing with girls, let alone dealing with the plan that girls completely ignored their manners under sadness and despair, crying like streams of tears, and snot, and suddenly panicked.

He made a lot of psychological preparations before he came, such as preparing to persuade each other with warm words, moving with affection, knowing with reason, if he can't do it, he will punch the radish head two times to make her sober and sober, don't be brutal, but I really didn't expect to see the radish head crying like a child In his impression, Dongmei is a little stronger than a street shrew.

Maybe it's cute, but on weekdays, I always have an arrogant face that I'm not happy about not messing with me, and even if I cry, I'm crying and scolding.

He was even more uncomfortable, so he quickly helped Dongmei well, took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and Dongmei's mentality collapsed, crying so much that she couldn't breathe, and her snot was blown into a bubble, and Kitahara Shuji didn't care about love anymore, so she wiped her nose again, this is tears from the nasal cavity, not dirty.

Fuyumi's tears quickly soaked the entire handkerchief, and Kitahara Shuji was a little confused by her desperate crying, and after wiping her face with half hugging her, she desperately rubbed her back to give her a smooth breath, and persuaded softly: "It's okay, don't cry, it's okay......"

He doesn't say anything sweet, he is basically an actionist, and he will persuade girls to "it's okay" This dry generic line.

Fuyumi cried and vented for a while, and the cry became smaller, but the suffocation in her heart could not be eliminated, and she desperately held back her tears and took the handkerchief in Kitahara Shuji's hand, and blew her nose fiercely, but it was useless, she took a few breaths and hiccuped, and her nose was still covered with snot bubbles.

She just sat there blowing snot bubbles and began to be stunned, and Kitahara Shuji gently helped her to prevent her from fainting suddenly, and she was quietly accompanied by her. After a long time, Dongmei said in a distracted manner: "Mom took my hand before leaving, and made me swear that I must take care of my father, brother and sister, I ...... I let her down......" her tears slowly flowed again, "I don't have the face to see her anymore." ”

"Don't say that, you've done a great job, and your mom won't blame you. Kitahara Shuji comforted from the bottom of his heart.

This is his true words, no matter what kind of bastard temper Dongmei is, no matter how she beats her sister, no matter how she is powerful at home, everyone has to admit that she has done her best for her family, and it is blameless.

Sick father and weak sister, without her, this family is estimated to collapse two years ago.

However, Kitahara Shuji is a man, after all, he is more rational, and after comforting, he is still eager to solve the practical problem, and asks softly: "Isn't the family's money at the moment?"

To save Fukuzawa Naotaka, the living expenses of the five children are not a small amount, and there is obviously no direct source of income at present, so they can only rely on saving, and the savings are originally to cope with the unforeseen in life.

Dongmei hugged the radish ball and hid here, presumably unable to come up with the money.

Dongmei unconsciously picked at the wooden floor of the dojo and muttered: "Mom spent a lot of money on treatment before, and the family doesn't have much savings, even if she can barely pay the current medical expenses, but the family will have no source of income in the future, and I don't know where to find long-term medical care, living, and school expenses in the future...... If my dad still needs another operation, will he sell the house? I swore to my mom that I would take care of the family...... Without this house, is the home still this home? This is the ancestral business of the Fukuzawa family...... If there is a case, I, I ...... Sell...... Do I really sell it?"

She had been thinking about it for a long time just now, and she was very entangled in her heart, so she was doubly uncomfortable.

In the face of this kind of relationship is only a major event for the whole family, she is a sixteen-year-old girl, and it is really difficult to make a decision!

And Kitahara Shuji was silent, the Fukuzawa family, as an indigenous person who has lived here for generations, of course has a background, this house should be worth some money, although it is not like China to sell the house and eat and drink for half a lifetime, but it is enough to respond to emergencies, but the question is that if it is sold, will the group of people in the family go out to rent a house to live?

And then sit and eat the mountain?

Moreover, it is not so easy to make a decision to sell a house, it is easy to sell the ancestral business, and this business will not be completely defeated? Even if it is sold, Naokaka Fukuzawa is still lying on the hospital bed, how can he sell it? Only take his private seal to stamp, and the buyer will not be at ease!

Dongmei is sad and sad, but as the eldest sister, she thinks about practical problems, even if she has dealt with the current crisis, if Fukuzawa Naotaka can't wake up, what will she do in the future?

The gray future terrifies her.

Kitahara Shuji gently patted Fuyumi's back, feeling the extreme uneasiness in her small body, trying his best to comfort her, thinking carefully for a while, his eyes gradually became firm.

He felt that Dongmei couldn't support this situation anymore, and the only way to do it now was for him to come forward to help the Fukuzawa family get through this sadness, although that meant that he would take over a lot of trouble, and his original plan was basically to wipe his ass, but there are some things that men can't escape.

Fukuzawa Naotaka helped him, and he could choose to comfort him with a few words of comfort, express his deep sympathy, or go back and take an envelope and send some money, it seems that it is reasonable, and no one can blame him.

No relatives and no reason, so that's it!

But people like this, especially men like this, sometimes they have to talk about conscience and affection, sometimes they have to stand up, show the spirit of not giving up anyone, stabilize the situation, face up to difficulties, and sometimes have to see the people around them fall into danger and spread their wings.

He lowered his head, looked at Dongmei's hair and bangs, and said seriously: "The matter is not serious enough to sell the house, don't worry, you helped me, now it's my turn to help you, I will ......"

He couldn't go on talking, and found that Fuyumi was leaning on his arm and didn't know when he fell asleep, with crystal teardrops on her long eyelashes, and snot bubbles on her nose, but she fell asleep like that, maybe the mental pressure was too great, maybe she was tired from crying just now, and even she had been very tired all the time, and now she finally couldn't support both physically and mentally.

Her small body leaned on Kitahara Shuji, her thin eyebrows silently leaned into the middle, as if she was asleep, but she was still sad and uncomfortable in her heart, unable to escape reality, and looked pitiful and helpless.

Kitahara Shuji gently supported her and wanted to put her down for a good rest, but her eyelids immediately moved slightly, as if she was about to wake up. Kitahara Shuji quickly stabilized his hand, not wanting to wake her up, he wanted her to sleep for an hour to slow down, and in the end he could only let her still lean on herself.

It was already late at night, so he sat there cross-legged and let Fuyumi lean on, thinking about how to solve the current crisis of the Fukuzawa family, and gradually became sleepy, his body softened, and he slowly tilted his head to pill Fuyumi's head and closed his eyes.

Don't panic, it's not a big problem, it's only one patient + six radish heads, and it can't crush a real man. 2k reading web