Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Kashiwa Sanhui carried Toyokawa Shoko on his back and locked the door of the infirmary, holding a windbreaker in his hand and putting a baseball cap on Shoko's head.

Shoko Toyokawa chose the second one.

Let's rest for one night at Kashiwa Sanhui's house.

There is basically no difference between returning to the house with only a useless father and staying in the infirmary. There is no one to take care of you. It is just a different place to die.

Go to the hospital or a small clinic? I don’t have the money. Toyokawa Shoko doesn’t even have 1,000 yen on her, it’s hard to even buy stomach medicine.

In fact, the main reason was that Xiangzi was really exhausted.

Since the accident, Xiangzi has been struggling to make a living. He has been working part-time jobs everywhere to support his family. Most of the contracts he signed were unequal child labor contracts. He was paid the minimum hourly wage but had to spend six or seven hours working.

It would be fine if there were no disasters or illnesses, but people are most vulnerable when they are sick, both physically and mentally. Xiaoxiang, who is now a patient, can't bear this kind of pressure.

He's just a student.

Every night, the haggard Shoko Toyokawa slowly walked out of the last train, looked up from the station stairs, and when she saw the twinkling stars, she would always stop for a while.

I may be dim for a while, but I will shine again eventually.

Maybe it was his artistic illness that struck him, but at times like this, Shoko Toyokawa often said this to herself.

Lying on Kashiwa Sanki's back, Toyokawa Shoko was a little absent-minded. The baseball cap blocked her vision, but she could still occasionally see the distant horizon and faint lights.

"It seems... to be flashing." Toyokawa Shoko murmured softly.

She couldn't actually utter the word "Venus." She wasn't sure that the twinkling object was Venus. She couldn't even tell east from west. All she knew now was that Kashiwa Sanhui's heartbeat was strong, and her will to survive forced her to breathe hard to that rhythm.

The pace was slow, the campus was empty, and the couples who had deliberately stayed out late to eat had all gone home.

So naturally, all of Xiangzi's whispers were heard by Baihe Sanhui.

"Talking in his sleep, breathing quickened, the child must have gone crazy due to the fever." The straight man Baihe Sanhui quickened his pace.

What was flashing was not a distant light, but the headlights of a black-painted muscle car.

Dodge Challenger, the romance of Kashiwa Sanhui!

He carried Xiangzi to the passenger seat, reclined the seat so that she was half lying down, then covered her with a windbreaker, and finally fastened Xiangzi's seat belt.

The warmer it is, the better, but it is still necessary to avoid suspicion.

Listening to the roar of the engine and the vague jazz radio starting to play, the car slowly drove onto the asphalt road.

Six thirty is the rush hour for getting off work, and even if you live nearby, a twenty-minute journey will take twice as long.

......

"Mother, please take good rest and don't get too tired." A slim brown-haired girl said goodbye to a neat and tidy woman reluctantly.

The latter smiled and said, "Su Shi, you have to take good care of yourself. Although mom doesn't have much time, I will still find a way to make time to accompany you."

After sending her mother to work, Nagasaki Suyo hummed a little tune on the way home with a relaxed look on her face. Just walking the distance to her mother was enough for Suyo to hum three little songs.

It’s so wonderful that my mother finally took time to have dinner with me!

Buy some ingredients before going home, then go home to take a shower and sleep!

A beautiful black Dodge drove past, and the pleasant sound and the low saxophone from the car window faintly reached Su Shi's ears.

I have to say that a well-maintained old car is really eye-catching, and the unpleasant smell of engine oil seems to permeate people's hearts.

Smell of engine oil?

"...Xiangzi?" Su Shi stood quietly for a while after watching the Dodge slowly drive into the underground garage, and then asked something without any reason.

"Puchi, hahaha..." It was obvious that Su Shi had made herself laugh. "Xiangzi can't drive anymore. I guess I just missed her too much."

"Xiangzi...where are you now?"

"Shoko..."

......

"...Xiangzi, wake up."

It was not until he was helped into the elevator by Kashiwa Sanhui and his feet landed firmly on the ground that he regained consciousness.

Then came a severe headache, hot breathing, and the world was spinning.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped at the 21st floor.

Monthly rent for a large mansion like this in the central area is extremely high, and apartments on the 30th floor and above are not for sale. This apartment was rented cheaply to Kashiwa Sanhui by his advisor while he was working on his thesis, and Kashiwa Sanhui always felt that three kowtows were not enough.

When she opened the door, a faint smell of tobacco wafted out, which made Toyokawa Shoko slightly sober up.

Sitting on the sofa, Shoko Toyokawa lay down on the sofa in a daze. After hanging up his windbreaker, Sanhui Kashiwa began to rummage through the drawers, humming a little tune.

"...Double Flying Man (refreshing water)...dried astragalus root, angelica dahurica..."

Xiangzi didn't understand Chinese, and even less could she understand the song he was humming to himself. She only knew that Baihe Sanhui was in a good mood, as if her visit had given him a reason to make a big fuss.

Indeed, if he is alone at home, Kashiwa Sanhui usually eats instant noodles or Guochao Laixi (Neon Limited).

Soon, a can of beautifully packaged white paste was handed to Shoko Toyokawa.

"This is a specialty from my hometown. Rub it on your temples, throat, and head. It can help you wake up a little."

"This is ibuprofen, a fever reducer. How to take it is written on the package—oh, sorry, I forgot you can't read Chinese. Just leave it there. I'll come later..."

"There's some Maojian tea on the tea table, uh, tea that was freshly brewed this morning. If you're thirsty, pour yourself a cup. It might not be good for your stomach, so I suggest you drink water."

Although it was a bit rude, Kashiwa Sanhui rushed into the kitchen after giving his instructions. He wanted to take this opportunity to cook a good meal and reward himself for his busy day.

By the way, feed the malnourished and sick Xiangzi.

Unlike the typical neon-colored apartment kitchens, the kitchen at Baihe Sanhui meets all the stereotypes of kitchens that people in Guangdong province have.

There is a mahogany cupboard with stainless steel tableware inside, and on top are bottles and jars of various medicinal ingredients for making soup. They are all relatively cheap, because the expensive and hard-to-get ones are hidden in various corners, such as pickled lemons or cut and dried ginseng slices, and there are clay pots of different sizes all over the floor.

Clean the clay pot, put the whole old hen into cold water, add onion, ginger and cooking wine, bring to a boil over high heat and simmer over low heat. The chicken should be a fully grown chicken that has been thawed. A young chicken will not have the aroma of chicken fat, and the meat of a rooster is not suitable for making soup.

After about half an hour, open the pot, skim off some of the floating oil, and add dried angelica, red dates and wolfberries to continue cooking.

Before that, turn the heat to the chopping board, take out an old sausage from the refrigerator and cut it diagonally into thin slices half a finger wide. Put the leaner half into the rice cooker together with the washed fragrant rice. Heat the oil in the pan for the fatter half and stir-fry until the fat comes out. At this time, add the chopped garlic sprouts.

The unique aroma of lard dissipated, diluting the tobacco smell in the apartment and adding a touch of fireworks.

Shoko Toyokawa looked around.

For a single man, it is relatively clean and tidy, but only relatively speaking.

The trash can is full, mostly filled with tea leaves and peanut shells; one of the sofa pillows is missing, probably used as a pillow under the sofa or in the bedroom; many clothes are hung carelessly on the clothesline, and although they are basically cheap items, they still cost money!

An electronic keyboard was placed in the corner, with a large and small violin leaning against it, covered with a layer of white transparent plastic cloth to prevent dust. It was probably made from an electric car awning and was weighed down with a paperweight.

The tea was cold and bitter, but surprisingly refreshing. The two jade toad tea pets reflected a warm luster under the soft light.

An oriental man dressed in western style is cooking Chinese food, which is quite distinctive local cuisine.

As for why Xiangzi knew that this was a specialty dish, he had never smelled such a rich aroma when he had eaten Chinese food before. At least it showed that the dish that Kashiwa Sanhui was making was not popular.

This person is really contradictory, or rather, he is too arbitrary.