Daily life in Zongman

Perhaps, after death, he will return to the He Miao Orphanage forever, and will no longer be scolded for no reason, will no longer be hungry, and will no longer be alone.

The prophecy of the gods will be fulfilled.

The man looked at the boy approaching, grumbled, put down his gun, and said in a cold and hard voice: "Kid, stay away from me."

Fujiwara Haru stopped. He didn't care about life or death. What he looked forward to most was the fulfillment of God's prophecy. It seemed that today was not the day when the prophecy would come true.

The yellow exclamation mark on the map disappeared, and he turned around to leave, looking for a place to sleep under a bridge or in a dilapidated, unfinished building for the night, and then go back tomorrow morning. With luck, his parents would be in a good mood tomorrow morning and he wouldn't be beaten.

"Wait."

The voice of the man with the gun came from behind him. He walked quickly to the front and squatted down.

He clenched his gun: "Kid, are you being bullied?"

The gunman looked at the boy before him. He was thin and short, with a sallow, dull complexion, and dressed in a tattered school uniform. Bruises on his face and hands remained unhealed, his eyes dim, and he looked completely lifeless. His first impression was of a dirty and ugly person.

He doesn't go home late at night, his clothes are worn and patched, and his face looks obviously malnourished.

The gunman just asked one question and then fell silent. After careful observation, he found out the reason: it was an extremely bad family environment, not school bullying as he thought.

Fujiwara Haru didn't answer him, walked around him and prepared to leave.

The man with the gun stood up, looked at the boy who had walked a few steps away, and asked, "Would you like to get some midnight snack? It's my treat."

Fujiwara Haru didn't leave, but turned back and stared at him.

The man with the gun laughed out loud: "Haha, I thought you would ignore me."

Fujiwara Haru was very hungry. If death could fulfill the prophecy, he hoped it would be a gun rather than hunger. Being shot to death did not seem painful, but dying of starvation was very uncomfortable.

"Come with me, it's not far. I know a great late-night restaurant."

Late at night, the people living along the street have all turned off their lights and gone to sleep, leaving only a few cats walking along the courtyard walls. Occasionally, they would dart under the trumpet-shaped streetlights, then disappear in a flash, leaving only their shadows.

Fujiwara Haru followed the gunman for a while and entered an alley. There was a house in the alley with a light on, indicating that it was open for business. When he walked in, he found that the shop had no name, only two cloth strips hanging at the door with the words "canteen" written on them.

Before going in, the man put the gun on his waist and put his bloodstained coat on inside out to cover the gun.

Fujiwara Haru followed the man through the curtains and entered. A concave-shaped table greeted him. Outside the concave was where the guests ate, while inside was where the owner prepared the food. The decor was minimal: a potted plant in the corner, a clock across from the door, and two murals on the wall, one of which was a poster for an underground concert.

There were already two people sitting in the small room. The owner, wearing a white apron, looked over from inside the bar: "Daliang? I haven't seen you in a long time."

When the man Daliang heard him being called, he was silent for a while, nodded and replied: "Long time no see, let's eat something delicious today."

The boss was a little happy: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Daliang sat at the corner of the bar, looked at Fujiwara Haru who was standing at the door and called out, "Kid, sit here."

Fujiwara Haru sat down, and Daliang turned to look at the boss: "Is there crab roe today?"

"Just a little."

"Great, then, just like before, give me some crab roe and a glass of Okura wine."

"So, what about this little guest?"

The boss looked at Fujiwara Haru, and Daira looked over as well. Fujiwara Haru looked up, looked around, and saw only one dish on the wall: Pork Miso Soup.

The boss said cheerfully, "Even though there's only one menu, you can tell me what you want to eat. As long as I have the ingredients, I can make it."

Fujiwara Haru didn't eat much. The most common thing he ate was bread, followed by steamed buns, and finally the easy-to-prepare fried fish.

Daliang said directly: "Give him some seafood porridge, it's warming and nutritious."

The boss agreed: "Okay, you two wait a moment."

As he spoke, he began to busy himself in the semi-open kitchen.

Fujiwara Haru waited quietly. It took a while for the porridge to cook, and Daliang's crab roe and wine were served first.

He took a small bite of crab roe, then took a sip of wine. A comfortable expression appeared on his face, and he felt lazy.

"Chaha~ The crab roe here is really delicious, boss. It doesn't taste like this anywhere else."

The boss in the kitchen smiled happily: "Thank you for the compliment."

"I also think the food here is especially delicious. I come here every night to eat a bowl of soy sauce rice during my evening shift."

One of the two customers who were already in the store was talking to him. Daliang sipped his wine, showing a relaxed expression, and replied to her: "Miss, have you been to this store recently? I'm a regular customer and I haven't seen you before."

"Oh, really? I discovered this shop last month. If you had put up a big sign at the door, I would have discovered your shop a long time ago. I only saw it after commuting for over a year. Your shop is so inconspicuous!"

"The big sign is too obstructive. This is an alley, and we can't block others."

The boss responded, and Daliang took a small bite of crab roe. The customers next to him had already finished their meals and were chatting. There were not many people in the small cafeteria, but it was filled with a warm atmosphere.

Fujiwara Haru listened to their conversation and watched the boss prepare the ingredients. He removed the gills from the swimming crab and cut it into pieces. He removed the beards from the shrimp and deveined them. He then added the cleaned clams to the pot and began to steam them methodically. The ingredients, along with the leftover rice, were tossed in the casserole. Finally, the heat was turned off, and the food was stirred in ice water to warm it before being served.

Looking down at the casserole, I saw a bright red crab shell covering the white porridge. When I lifted it up, I saw a lot of seafood.

Boss: "The temperature is just right, enjoy."

Fujiwara Haru didn't hear what he said at all. He lowered his head and ate voraciously, chewing quickly and roughly. He was so hungry.

"Boss, I'm leaving. See you tomorrow."

"Take care, see you tomorrow."

While he was eating seafood porridge, the other two customers in the store finished their meal and rested before leaving. The store fell into silence, with only the sound of slurping porridge remaining.

Not long after, the spoon hit the casserole with a crisp sound. Wolfing it down, Fujiwara Haru scraped off every last bit of the seafood porridge and licked it into his stomach.

His stomach was full and warm, and he felt lazy all over. This was a rare experience for Fujiwara Haru, and it could even be said to be novel.

He had forgotten the last time he had a full meal.

Daliang, holding a wine glass, looked over and asked, "Are you full?"

Fujiwara Haru nodded: "Thank you, I'm full."

Daliang took a sip of wine, his face full of joy: "I thought you couldn't speak."

Fujiwara Haru ignored the teasing, looked at him seriously, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Daliang waved his hand: "No need, kid, what can you do to help me? Just eat your fill. I'll take you home later."

Fujiwara Haru looked at him and repeated, "What do you need me to do?"

Daliang stopped drinking and looked back. He found that the boy's face was serious.

It was a weak, stubborn, and sensitive bit of self-esteem that made Fujiwara Haru unwilling to eat and drink for free. Even if it was just a small return, he hoped to do something.

Fujiwara Haru, who rarely communicates with others and is stubborn, repeats earnestly, "What do you need me to do?"

3. The world is full of color at that moment

Daliang looked at Fujiwara Haru for a while and muttered, "You kid, wait until I finish eating before you talk."

He burped and quickly fanned himself with his hands to get rid of the alcohol smell. He turned back and took another small bite of crab roe and called out, "Boss, another serving of fried shrimp, please."

"okay."

The cafeteria fell into silence for a while, and then the lobsters coated with breadcrumbs were put into the frying pan, and the sizzling sound of frying broke the silence.

"Boss, I remember I talked to you before. I have a daughter named Xiaoliang."

"Oh, that's true. I remember you used to like bragging to everyone about how well-behaved and cute your daughter is. When will you bring her here so everyone can see her?"

Even if the crab roe was eaten sparingly, it had already been eaten by now. Having nothing to eat, Daliang did not drink anymore. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth.

Daliang's tone was very calm: "She is dead."

The sizzling sound of frying food echoed in the cabin.

The cigarette wasn't lit, but Daliang took a deep breath and then a long exhale. He looked up at the ceiling, feeling a little tipsy, and that hazy feeling made him feel much more comfortable.

"Xiaoliang, she committed suicide at school."

"a year ago."

"A year after her death, I investigated and confirmed that two people had been bullying her for a long time. In the minutes before Xiaoliang passed away, they were the ones who had been bullying and insulting her."

"I'm not a good enough father for not seeing this coming."

"I'm a good Avenger. I killed them all."

"I broke the hands of the students and teachers who were indirectly involved."

"I hate school bullying. No, to be more precise, I abhor school bullying."

Daliang took a sip of wine and looked at Fujiwara Haru: "Young man, if you really want to do something for me, please promise me one thing."

"Don't bully others, don't humiliate others, don't slander others."

Fujiwara Haru nodded and responded seriously: "Okay."

The boss brought the fried shrimp and placed it in front of Daliang: "Your fried shrimp are hot."

Daliang didn't say anything else, he picked up the shrimp and drank the wine.

The cafeteria fell silent again. After Daliang finished a bottle of Okura, he muttered, "Boss, another bottle, and a serving of grilled chicken."

"Okay, wait a moment."

This restaurant is only open late at night, from early morning to seven in the morning. Under the deep night, there are not many customers. At this time, there are still only two customers, Daliang and Fujiwara Haru. Fujiwara Haru feels a little sleepy. He walked a long way today. After a full meal, his lazy body can no longer support his energy.

Daliang didn't say anything else, and the boss wasn't a talkative person either, so the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and the occasional clatter of Daliang's cup back on the table.

Fujiwara Haru fell asleep on the table.

Daliang finished eating the skewers and said, "Boss, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

The boss knew what he was talking about. Since he said he had killed someone and was still eating, this meal was probably his last.

Daliang apologized in case the police came to investigate and cause trouble to him.

The boss is hanging a sign at the door: Quiet today.

After he hung up, he replied, "Then give me a gift."

Daliang was searching his pockets when he stumbled upon his pistol, which had fallen to the ground. He picked it up, unloaded the pistol magazine, and then took out the bullets one by one.

Five bullets were arranged in front of him. He spun them around, took out one, placed it on the thumb of his clenched fist, and flicked it to the boss.

"Next, owe you a courtesy."

The boss reached out and grabbed it, holding the bullet in front of his eyes and looking at it: "Not bad, I'll take it."

Daliang put away the three bullets. At this moment, a new customer came in. He looked around and saw Fujiwara Haru sleeping on the table. His voice became much softer: "Boss, give me some tamagoyaki."

"Please give me another bottle of Okura." Daliang asked for another bottle of wine.

There were not many customers in the shop, and those who came in later were very quiet when they saw the sign at the door. They chatted in low voices until the sun shone faintly in the sky.

Fujiwara Haru slept soundly, perhaps because he was well fed. He spent two days in a dream. In his dream, it was the weekend, and the director had been showing cartoons to everyone for two days straight. With just a DVD player and two discs, he spent two joyful days in his dream.

I watched "Digimon" in my dream for two days. I had finished most of it last weekend, and this time I watched the finale directly. Balubon was chasing and saying goodbye on the shore, and Meimei's hat flew into the sky.

After the cartoon ended, no one spoke or made any noise until the director changed the disc and continued to play "The Legend of the Seven Heroes of Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit" for everyone in the orphanage.

Everyone's inexplicable sadness disappeared in an instant, and they continued to watch the new cartoon happily.

After waking up, Fujiwara Haru thought Tyrannosaurus was so handsome and wished he could become a chosen child. If possible, he also wanted to have a Changhong Sword.

"Wake up, come and wash your face."

The boss stood at the door and greeted him. Fujiwara Haru followed his gesture and went to wash up in the sink by the door.

Daliang fell asleep on the table, with six empty bottles scattered around it. The boss went over and shook him awake: "Wake up, Daliang. I'm going to close the shop and go back to sleep."

He stood up shakily, covering his head and shaking it: "Shh... I'm getting old, six bottles are no longer enough. Oh, toilet, toilet, boss, can you use the toilet?"

As he said that, he walked towards the toilet, and the boss began to clean up the tables and prepare to close the door.

After Daliang came back from the bathroom, he saw Fujiwara Haru standing at the door and scratched his head and said, "Oh, I said I would take you home last night, but I forgot. Now that it's daytime, you can go back by yourself."

He was a murderer and he had no intention of sending Fujiwara Haru back.

Fujiwara Haru bowed and said, "Thank you."

Daliang put down his hand that was scratching his head and squatted down: "Was the seafood porridge delicious last night?"

Fujiwara Haru stood up, looked at him and answered seriously: "It's delicious."

Daliang smiled and reached out to tidy up Fujiwara Haru's disheveled clothes: "Then try your best to survive, young man."