Yoko Ono was awakened by a familiar sound of vomiting, and she almost instinctively rolled over and sat up, while Momojiro had already opened his eyes and stared at the door with a pair of wet dog eyes, looking like he wanted to bark but didn't dare to bark.

Did you accidentally fall asleep?Yoko Ono looked at the blanket on her body, pinched it in her hand and felt a warmth in her heart, but immediately reacted to look for Kitahara Shuji and found that he was standing at the door and watching.

Yoko Ono hurriedly stood up, and Kitahara Shuji turned around and smiled when he heard the movement: "It seems that your mother is back......"

He didn't know Yoko Ono's mother, and he had never seen him, probably because of the different schedules of the two people. When he went to school in the morning, Yoko's mother probably hadn't gotten up yet, and he didn't come back until he had rested eighty percent at night, and he hadn't seen it at all after being a neighbor for more than a week.

However, the woman who knelt in the corridor and vomited in the middle of the night should be Yoko Ono's mother.

Yoko Ono hurriedly picked up her schoolbag and put on her hat, ran quickly to the entrance, stepped on her small leather shoes, and bowed deeply to Kitahara Shuji: "I'm causing trouble to Onisan!"

"It's fine. Kitahara Shuji smiled, and the vomiting outside became more violent, Yoko Ono hurriedly ran out, and Momojiro followed closely at her feet.

Yoko Ono ran into the corridor and stretched out her hand to help her mother up, but unexpectedly, her mother suddenly reached out and pushed her, and said vaguely, "Don't ...... Don't pull me, I can still drink. ”

Yoko Ono almost sat on the ground with her ass on her toes, while her mother knelt there with her head against the wall, muttering something she didn't know what to say. Yoko Ono felt so ashamed that she didn't even dare to look back at Kitahara Shuji's expression, so she quickly pounced on her mother and whispered, "Mom, go home quickly! ”

"No, you can't go home! Who said you want to go home?" Yoko Ono's mother was dancing with her hands against the wall, and her voice was even higher, and the drunk person was already strong, and Yoko Ono was too young to have much strength, so she was thrown aside, and her mother couldn't maintain her posture and lay directly on the vomit.

Momojiro saw Yoko Ono fall, jumped in front of her, leaned down and bared his canine teeth, and made a "whine" sound from his mouth, but it was too small to have much deterrent effect.

Kitahara Shuji couldn't stand it anymore, sighed and stepped forward to help Yoko Ono's mother up, and her clothes were exposed, not to mention, she was also full of gastric juice, undigested food, wine smell, inferior perfume and other strange smells mixed together, sour and smelly, smelly and fishy, fishy and fragrant, smoked Kitahara Shuji has the desire to vomit.

He endured it and smiled reluctantly at Yoko Ono, "Find the key to open the door, Yoko." ”

"Yes, Onisan. Yoko Ono didn't dare to look at Kitahara Shuji's face at all, lowered her head and picked up her mother's small satchel and rummaged for a moment before running straight to the door, Momojiro hesitated and turned to follow her feet.

Kitahara Shuji dragged Yoko Ono's mother like a dead dog, but the woman in his arms was not honest and reached out to touch him. Yoko Ono opened the door and ran over again, helping Kitahara Shuji to set up her mother, and finally transported it into the house.

Putting Yoko Ono's mother on the tatami stick, Kitahara Shuji frowned as soon as he got up and looked at the room, this room is really messy. Women's clothes littered everywhere, including a lot of close-fitting inner clothes and the like, a few beer cans scattered on a small square table, and leftover takeaway lunch boxes - messy, but not very dirty, you can see that someone has been insisting on cleaning, probably because someone keeps making garbage so that the person who cleans has no time to clean up.

Yoko Ono's mother may feel dazzling when she lies on the ground, she covers her eyebrows with one hand for a while, and then looks around in confusion, as if she found Kitahara Shuji, grabbed him as soon as she raised her hand, and said inarticulately: "Eh, little handsome guy, is this your home?"

Kitahara Shuji broke her hand away, and didn't bother with her as a drunk, and said calmly: "Mrs. Ono, this is your home. ”

"Call me Yumiko, what lady is not lady. She fumbled around her body for a while while while talking, and finally reached into the clothes on her chest, and took out a crumpled business card from the Bra, not only tore off the clothes that were originally large open collars to reveal a piece of snow white and a little dark red, but also took out a few nested banknotes by the way, looking like Natsume Soseki, it should be a thousand yuan bill.

She stuffed the business card into Kitahara Shuji's hand and said vaguely, "Please continue to take care of my sister's business in the future!"

Kitahara Shuji glanced at the business card, and the three characters "Yumiko" and a phone number were printed on the front - not even a surname, probably a flower name - and the address of the store at 502# Yanuka, Ichiban Street, SZ Ward, Nagoya, was printed on the back.

Although Kitahara Shuji came to RB not long ago, you can guess from this style and this address that Yoko Ono's mother is a wine escort or a female publicist, which is still not very high-grade.

He was looking at the business card, Yoko Ono walked over quickly with a basin and a towel, looking at her drunken and disheveled mother, she felt very embarrassed, and whispered, "I'm sorry for causing trouble to Onisan again...... That, I'm going to scrub my mom, can Ernisan ......"

Yumiko is now like falling into a pig trough and being soaked in swill, and it really needs to be cleaned up, but Kitahara Shuji feels that Ono Yoko doesn't want him to stay here and continue to watch everything that makes her sad, so as to avoid further damage to her self-esteem - he not only doesn't mind, but sympathizes with the eviction.

He pretended that nothing had happened, as if all this was normal in front of him, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go back first...... Goodbye, Yoko. ”

"Goodbye, Onisan. Yoko Ono didn't look up at Kitahara Shuji's face from beginning to end, but just bowed deeply.

Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her little head to show comfort, but after thinking about it, he turned around and left directly, and when he helped her close the door, he saw her kneeling next to her mother and twisting a towel, and she looked a little rickety in the white light, as if she was carrying a burden that others couldn't see.

He returned to his apartment, closed the door and shook his head gently - everyone has a difficult scripture to read, his life as a child was a bit miserable, and this Yoko Ono doesn't seem to be much better.

He leaned back against the door for a moment of empathy, sighed, sniffed himself, retched, and quickly began to peel off his clothes—he wasn't a cleanliness fetish, but in his previous experience, he had to be clean and tidy to maintain his little self-esteem.

People can be poor, they can dress simply, but they can't be dirty, and they can't leave a decadent impression on others!

After a long time, this has almost become a habit for him, and he can no longer tolerate the mess, just like having obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He changed into civilian clothes and was about to wash the dirty and smelly body directly, but he heard the door rustle. He opened the door a little strangely and saw Momojiro standing in front of the door with his head tilted and his tongue sticking out, and the dog's face full of flattery.

Kitahara Shuji and Mokujiro looked at each other for a while, then rushed it out: "You can't stay here, go to the street." "He's the size of a palm here, and it's too crowded to live by himself, and there's no place to take in small animals...... Besides, there should be lice on this thing, right?

Momojiro seemed to understand his words, his tail slowly pulled, and he turned around and walked towards the stairs, and his small figure turned out to be a little desolate. It walked a few steps and turned around, looking at Kitahara Shuji with a pair of wet dog eyes, as if hoping that he would change his mind, but found that Kitahara Shuji's face was cold and hard, so he could only lower his head again, whimper, and staggered forward with his tail between his legs.

What kind of dog is this?! Can a dog be like this? Grandma's, it's really a dog thing! Kitahara Shuji scolded secretly and opened his mouth to shout, "Hey!"

When he saw this dog, he actually thought of Yoko Ono just now, and it seemed that driving it into the street violated some kind of human morality.

Mokujiro stopped his steps and tilted his head to look at Kitahara Shuji, but Kitahara Shuji angrily let go of the door, "Let's go in!"

Momojiro dog's eyes lit up with joy, and he turned around and rushed into the door, but he turned so hard that he slipped down. It didn't care, it slipped on all fours, and rushed into the house with its skull and crawling, and sat in the entrance with its tongue sticking out its breath, and the dog's face was full of flattery.

Kitahara Shuji regretted that he was too soft-hearted, so he kicked it angrily and scolded: "Go to the bathroom to take a bath, if you dare to and pee in the house, you will be kicked out, do you understand?"