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One Sunday ten days later, the sun was faint, shining on the gate of the stone pillars and iron fence of Harvard University campus. It seemed inconspicuous. A car drove silently, walked around in circles, and stopped nearby.
Kiyoko looked at Yu on the driver's side seat, held his hand, and whispered: Are you ready? Let's go down and have a peace of mind, I will take good care of you. If there is anything wrong, let's go back and believe me immediately. Just leave everything to me. You know, I will never do anything that is bad for you.
Yu smiled weakly, but didn't say anything
He was still not used to wearing clothes, so Kiyoko only asked him to wear a pullover and loose casual pants. The fibers of his underwear irritated his sensitive skin from time to time, making him uncomfortable all the way. The restraint of the seat belt and the small space in the car added to his sense of fear. But he still tried hard to hold back and did not show any strange expression. He could do it. In order to make Qingxiaoko, he must learn to be strong.
The car door opened, and the bright light wrapped around the world's fireworks hit him in front of him. The noisy streets, lively shops, and pedestrians... He subconsciously shrank, put his hand behind him, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to scold him.
At this time, Qingxiao's smiling face appeared in front of him, blocking part of the sunshine
Come on, don't be afraid, I will protect you. Qingxiao smiled and stretched out his hand to him
He took a deep breath, tried his best to make a calm and calm look, and held Qingxiao's hand
No matter how time changes, the Harvard campus is as quiet and peaceful as ever, although there is no tall wall, it can still make the world full of ivy red brick houses. There are often grass and bushes with squirrels, and ancient buildings covered with towering trees, revealing a New England-style solemn and cold atmosphere everywhere.
It was cloudy today, but the sun was still too strong for him. He had to squint his eyes and look at the young students who were passing by with calm and confident expressions once he was one of them, holding innocent dreams, thinking that he could have the whole world...
How wonderful it is to think about it now! He spent the happiest time of his life here, but looking back, it was so unreal that those experiences and stories seemed to have happened to others. The memories of the past emerged in front of him one by one, drifting backwards with the summer wind and then backwards.
He walked on the straight and flat campus avenue, watching the shadows of the students shaking due to their hurrying steps and changes in light, twisting their figures bathed in the sun, and dark shadows projected on the ground
His eyes gradually became dazed, and people were like Youyou in a dream and Qingxiao kept muttering in his ears: Do you still remember this, Xiaoyu? The first time I saw you was here, I still remember you were wearing a white shirt...
And here, once you fell down here...
Qingxiao's voice had a sense of eagerness to confirm something. The trajectory of time was right in front of them, and it was crushed bit by bit with their steps.
The sound began to become far away, and the scenery around the sea waves that slowly faded. As the overlapping memories turned white and faded, he felt his throat dry and his eyes sting. He didn't know whether it was sad or happy, but maybe he just couldn't resist the dazzling sunshine
What made him feel relieved was that Qingxiao held him at this time and said with concern: Your face is ugly, are you tired? Let's take a break here.
He agreed, and the two sat down on the grass, facing the gray-white Massachusetts Hall and the bronze statue of Mr. Harvard, and followed the tour guide's explanation to touch the left foot of the bronze statue. It is said that this will bless them or their descendants to get into Harvard.
And here, I can't forget that you attended the graduation ceremony here, and I invited me to attend. I don't know how to describe my mood at that time. It means such a great moment to you. You invited me to share it with you...
Qingxiao kept talking, he didn't say anything, but just tried to get closer to Qingxiao and get closer when he felt that the other person was not disgusted.
There are many people around him, and everyone is terrified and uneasy when they are close to him, but when they leave him and get farther away, it will make him feel abandoned by the whole world. He knows that this is a pathological condition, but he can't control himself getting closer to Qingxiao will make him feel safe and warm. But he hates himself who has to seek shelter from Qingxiao, hates his weakness and incompetence, and he feels like a parasite. He has no other use except to let Qingxiao bleed and sweat to work hard for him.
He sat in the thick shade, the past was never so close to him, and the years suddenly came to his eyes in a hard and cold form as hard as pig iron, forcing him to see how much he had lost and the world could no longer be restored to its original state.
He saw the strong and independent Asami Yu, wearing a pure black bachelor's robe, smiling in the crowd, but he knew that it was just an illusion that cut open the armor made of layers of iron. He had always been the child abandoned by his mother at the age of ten, facing the vast sea of people and the vast sky alone.
He saw that man struggled and worked hard, just to get the affirmation and acceptance of others, only a smile and a look of praise. Yes, he only needed this little bit, but if not, he would never get it.
I thought he had done it. When he received his graduation certificate from the respected professor, when he entered the Asami family with great enthusiasm, others envied and flattered him, and jealous eyes made him feel that his existence was valuable.
But that's just an illusion
No one needs him
His closest brothers and sisters don't need him, they want him to die, he dies, they can have more wealth and power
His subordinates didn't need him. They changed to a boss and they started working as usual to receive their salary until he disappeared for almost a month. Only then did an old minister call the police symbolically out of his loyalty to his father
Even if he announced his retirement from Asami's family, it would be exchanged for a few days of intensive media reports. People would watch the news before supper and forget it after supper.
Teacher Yamashita doesn't need him. He is just a cheap sex toy that can be thrown away overnight.
His adoptive father didn't need him, and he only had a normal and happy life after he left.
His mother doesn't need him, she can start over with her adoptive father without him, and she doesn't have to have extravagant hopes
His birth is a mistake No one expects the birth of an illegitimate child
From Shinshu to Tokyo, from Tokyo to the United States, wandering and escaping forever
That person desperately tried to please others, and that person desperately wanted to prove himself, but the harder he tried, the clearer he could see:
From beginning to end, he just turned around in circles.
Zero, what a good name
Have you seen it clearly? This is your cold voice sounded in his ears again
You are zero, a person who should not have been born except to obey me and please me, you are nothing, nothing can be said.
The fingers wearing latex gloves gently stroked him, like a cold-blooded lizard crawling through his pale skin
He trembled before the cold reality and approached without mercy. From the sunny boy wearing a pure black bachelor's robe, he saw the self hidden deep in him: small, humble, cowardly...
He's nothing
He won't have anything
He finally could see himself clearly after traveling back to the old place. He had always been an alien in the past just a mistake.
He returned to the world like a ghost in human skin, but there is no place for him in this world.
Let everything be zeroed, we start from scratch
He smiled terriblely, starting from scratch was just another self-deception lie, he was destined to disappoint those who love him.
He stumbled and stood up and walked out. He did not belong to this place, and this place embarrasses him.
The bright light and the solemn academic hall are destined to become a young student of the social elite, just like the dazzling Harvard red eyes that makes him intolerable.
What does this have to do with him? He is just a living ghost who escaped from hell.
Xiaoyu! Qingxiao shouted in surprise, holding his arm
He suddenly stood unsteadily, staggered and fell into Qingxiao's arms, his face pale as if it was a dead person
Hit me, hurry up. When I didn't realize what I was saying, this sentence was blurted out.
Qingxiao was stunned. Looking at him panicked in his soul, he suddenly understood that he was telling the truth.
He needs this
Qingxiao turned the angle, blocked other people's sight with her body, and slapped him decisively in the face.
The slap was not light. He shook it for a moment, and the fog in his eyes disappeared, and tears came up. He lowered his head, preventing Qingxiao from seeing the fragility in his eyes.
Qingxiao did not hesitate anymore and whispered: Let's go! He half-helped and half-harmed and pulled him away from Harvard campus
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The crisp slap sound did not attract anyone's attention. The pedestrians came and went in a hurry. They looked like they were reading books under the shade of trees. The students were still immersed in the books. The people in the tour group continued to follow the tour guide after visiting the bronze statue. I wonder what jokes the tour guide said. People burst into laughter, and some waved the small flags in their hands to cheer.
The morning service of the church not far away was over, and the people were almost dispersed. A tall, white-haired old man walked out of the church accompanied by the pastor, nodded and bowed: Thank you, my old friend, after talking to you, I felt much better.
You are so polite. It is my honor for Professor Eisenberg to share your worries. Although he was called an old friend by the other party, the pastor's words are still humble. Don't worry, the child will definitely come to you. He has not come yet because he is not ready to see you yet.
A trace of confusion flashed across the face of the white-haired old man and whispered: Is that true?
The pastor smiled, his smile was calm and confident, comforting people's hearts: That's it. If I had a mentor who cared about him like him, I would definitely break through all obstacles to see you.
The old man with white hair murmured: It would be great if he could do it as you said, three years ago, he suddenly left without saying goodbye. He dropped out of school without giving me a detailed explanation. He only said that he needed to save a person who was very important to him. I am not worried about the child's character, but his family situation is too complicated. I am afraid that he will eventually be separated from the ties of blood and love, and...
He couldn't continue to say anything, and he held the brick red wall beside him with a worried look: That would be terrible!
The pastor calmly stroked his back and said: Don't worry, Sanada Kiyoto is already an adult. He knows what the bottom line is. He will never forget your teachings. I will pray for him day and night. May God bless him and stay away from the abyss of sin.
The old man was silent, and finally smiled and said: I think he should be able to grasp it too. Although Albert didn't say it clearly, he also told me not to worry about him. It seems that he has gotten rid of his family and just has his own things to do...
Even though he said that, there was still a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He looked around blankly, and suddenly exclaimed, rubbed his eyes.
What's wrong, professor? The pastor asked with concern
I seemed to have seen Kiyoto Sanada just now! But it disappeared in a blink of an eye. The white-haired old man said disappointedly.
The pastor looked at him sympathetically and said: Even if he comes back, he should have appeared in medical school and will not come to Harvard Park to teach. Have you read it wrong?
The old man was silent for a longer time this time and said slowly: Maybe I probably miss that child too much...
The pastor sighed and said nothing, only heard the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves, swaying in the quiet campus in summer
One Sunday ten days later, the sun was faint, shining on the gate of the stone pillars and iron fence of Harvard University campus. It seemed inconspicuous. A car drove silently, walked around in circles, and stopped nearby.
Kiyoko looked at Yu on the driver's side seat, held his hand, and whispered: Are you ready? Let's go down and have a peace of mind, I will take good care of you. If there is anything wrong, let's go back and believe me immediately. Just leave everything to me. You know, I will never do anything that is bad for you.
Yu smiled weakly, but didn't say anything
He was still not used to wearing clothes, so Kiyoko only asked him to wear a pullover and loose casual pants. The fibers of his underwear irritated his sensitive skin from time to time, making him uncomfortable all the way. The restraint of the seat belt and the small space in the car added to his sense of fear. But he still tried hard to hold back and did not show any strange expression. He could do it. In order to make Qingxiaoko, he must learn to be strong.
The car door opened, and the bright light wrapped around the world's fireworks hit him in front of him. The noisy streets, lively shops, and pedestrians... He subconsciously shrank, put his hand behind him, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to scold him.
At this time, Qingxiao's smiling face appeared in front of him, blocking part of the sunshine
Come on, don't be afraid, I will protect you. Qingxiao smiled and stretched out his hand to him
He took a deep breath, tried his best to make a calm and calm look, and held Qingxiao's hand
No matter how time changes, the Harvard campus is as quiet and peaceful as ever, although there is no tall wall, it can still make the world full of ivy red brick houses. There are often grass and bushes with squirrels, and ancient buildings covered with towering trees, revealing a New England-style solemn and cold atmosphere everywhere.
It was cloudy today, but the sun was still too strong for him. He had to squint his eyes and look at the young students who were passing by with calm and confident expressions once he was one of them, holding innocent dreams, thinking that he could have the whole world...
How wonderful it is to think about it now! He spent the happiest time of his life here, but looking back, it was so unreal that those experiences and stories seemed to have happened to others. The memories of the past emerged in front of him one by one, drifting backwards with the summer wind and then backwards.
He walked on the straight and flat campus avenue, watching the shadows of the students shaking due to their hurrying steps and changes in light, twisting their figures bathed in the sun, and dark shadows projected on the ground
His eyes gradually became dazed, and people were like Youyou in a dream and Qingxiao kept muttering in his ears: Do you still remember this, Xiaoyu? The first time I saw you was here, I still remember you were wearing a white shirt...
And here, once you fell down here...
Qingxiao's voice had a sense of eagerness to confirm something. The trajectory of time was right in front of them, and it was crushed bit by bit with their steps.
The sound began to become far away, and the scenery around the sea waves that slowly faded. As the overlapping memories turned white and faded, he felt his throat dry and his eyes sting. He didn't know whether it was sad or happy, but maybe he just couldn't resist the dazzling sunshine
What made him feel relieved was that Qingxiao held him at this time and said with concern: Your face is ugly, are you tired? Let's take a break here.
He agreed, and the two sat down on the grass, facing the gray-white Massachusetts Hall and the bronze statue of Mr. Harvard, and followed the tour guide's explanation to touch the left foot of the bronze statue. It is said that this will bless them or their descendants to get into Harvard.
And here, I can't forget that you attended the graduation ceremony here, and I invited me to attend. I don't know how to describe my mood at that time. It means such a great moment to you. You invited me to share it with you...
Qingxiao kept talking, he didn't say anything, but just tried to get closer to Qingxiao and get closer when he felt that the other person was not disgusted.
There are many people around him, and everyone is terrified and uneasy when they are close to him, but when they leave him and get farther away, it will make him feel abandoned by the whole world. He knows that this is a pathological condition, but he can't control himself getting closer to Qingxiao will make him feel safe and warm. But he hates himself who has to seek shelter from Qingxiao, hates his weakness and incompetence, and he feels like a parasite. He has no other use except to let Qingxiao bleed and sweat to work hard for him.
He sat in the thick shade, the past was never so close to him, and the years suddenly came to his eyes in a hard and cold form as hard as pig iron, forcing him to see how much he had lost and the world could no longer be restored to its original state.
He saw the strong and independent Asami Yu, wearing a pure black bachelor's robe, smiling in the crowd, but he knew that it was just an illusion that cut open the armor made of layers of iron. He had always been the child abandoned by his mother at the age of ten, facing the vast sea of people and the vast sky alone.
He saw that man struggled and worked hard, just to get the affirmation and acceptance of others, only a smile and a look of praise. Yes, he only needed this little bit, but if not, he would never get it.
I thought he had done it. When he received his graduation certificate from the respected professor, when he entered the Asami family with great enthusiasm, others envied and flattered him, and jealous eyes made him feel that his existence was valuable.
But that's just an illusion
No one needs him
His closest brothers and sisters don't need him, they want him to die, he dies, they can have more wealth and power
His subordinates didn't need him. They changed to a boss and they started working as usual to receive their salary until he disappeared for almost a month. Only then did an old minister call the police symbolically out of his loyalty to his father
Even if he announced his retirement from Asami's family, it would be exchanged for a few days of intensive media reports. People would watch the news before supper and forget it after supper.
Teacher Yamashita doesn't need him. He is just a cheap sex toy that can be thrown away overnight.
His adoptive father didn't need him, and he only had a normal and happy life after he left.
His mother doesn't need him, she can start over with her adoptive father without him, and she doesn't have to have extravagant hopes
His birth is a mistake No one expects the birth of an illegitimate child
From Shinshu to Tokyo, from Tokyo to the United States, wandering and escaping forever
That person desperately tried to please others, and that person desperately wanted to prove himself, but the harder he tried, the clearer he could see:
From beginning to end, he just turned around in circles.
Zero, what a good name
Have you seen it clearly? This is your cold voice sounded in his ears again
You are zero, a person who should not have been born except to obey me and please me, you are nothing, nothing can be said.
The fingers wearing latex gloves gently stroked him, like a cold-blooded lizard crawling through his pale skin
He trembled before the cold reality and approached without mercy. From the sunny boy wearing a pure black bachelor's robe, he saw the self hidden deep in him: small, humble, cowardly...
He's nothing
He won't have anything
He finally could see himself clearly after traveling back to the old place. He had always been an alien in the past just a mistake.
He returned to the world like a ghost in human skin, but there is no place for him in this world.
Let everything be zeroed, we start from scratch
He smiled terriblely, starting from scratch was just another self-deception lie, he was destined to disappoint those who love him.
He stumbled and stood up and walked out. He did not belong to this place, and this place embarrasses him.
The bright light and the solemn academic hall are destined to become a young student of the social elite, just like the dazzling Harvard red eyes that makes him intolerable.
What does this have to do with him? He is just a living ghost who escaped from hell.
Xiaoyu! Qingxiao shouted in surprise, holding his arm
He suddenly stood unsteadily, staggered and fell into Qingxiao's arms, his face pale as if it was a dead person
Hit me, hurry up. When I didn't realize what I was saying, this sentence was blurted out.
Qingxiao was stunned. Looking at him panicked in his soul, he suddenly understood that he was telling the truth.
He needs this
Qingxiao turned the angle, blocked other people's sight with her body, and slapped him decisively in the face.
The slap was not light. He shook it for a moment, and the fog in his eyes disappeared, and tears came up. He lowered his head, preventing Qingxiao from seeing the fragility in his eyes.
Qingxiao did not hesitate anymore and whispered: Let's go! He half-helped and half-harmed and pulled him away from Harvard campus
********************
The crisp slap sound did not attract anyone's attention. The pedestrians came and went in a hurry. They looked like they were reading books under the shade of trees. The students were still immersed in the books. The people in the tour group continued to follow the tour guide after visiting the bronze statue. I wonder what jokes the tour guide said. People burst into laughter, and some waved the small flags in their hands to cheer.
The morning service of the church not far away was over, and the people were almost dispersed. A tall, white-haired old man walked out of the church accompanied by the pastor, nodded and bowed: Thank you, my old friend, after talking to you, I felt much better.
You are so polite. It is my honor for Professor Eisenberg to share your worries. Although he was called an old friend by the other party, the pastor's words are still humble. Don't worry, the child will definitely come to you. He has not come yet because he is not ready to see you yet.
A trace of confusion flashed across the face of the white-haired old man and whispered: Is that true?
The pastor smiled, his smile was calm and confident, comforting people's hearts: That's it. If I had a mentor who cared about him like him, I would definitely break through all obstacles to see you.
The old man with white hair murmured: It would be great if he could do it as you said, three years ago, he suddenly left without saying goodbye. He dropped out of school without giving me a detailed explanation. He only said that he needed to save a person who was very important to him. I am not worried about the child's character, but his family situation is too complicated. I am afraid that he will eventually be separated from the ties of blood and love, and...
He couldn't continue to say anything, and he held the brick red wall beside him with a worried look: That would be terrible!
The pastor calmly stroked his back and said: Don't worry, Sanada Kiyoto is already an adult. He knows what the bottom line is. He will never forget your teachings. I will pray for him day and night. May God bless him and stay away from the abyss of sin.
The old man was silent, and finally smiled and said: I think he should be able to grasp it too. Although Albert didn't say it clearly, he also told me not to worry about him. It seems that he has gotten rid of his family and just has his own things to do...
Even though he said that, there was still a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He looked around blankly, and suddenly exclaimed, rubbed his eyes.
What's wrong, professor? The pastor asked with concern
I seemed to have seen Kiyoto Sanada just now! But it disappeared in a blink of an eye. The white-haired old man said disappointedly.
The pastor looked at him sympathetically and said: Even if he comes back, he should have appeared in medical school and will not come to Harvard Park to teach. Have you read it wrong?
The old man was silent for a longer time this time and said slowly: Maybe I probably miss that child too much...
The pastor sighed and said nothing, only heard the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves, swaying in the quiet campus in summer
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