My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 61 Cleaning up the takoyaki swing and Toshio’s memory.

Watanabe Yaoyang can swear to the sky, if everything can be done all over again, he will never follow Fujiwara Xingkong into this room!

Because the house has been abandoned for a long time, it is full of dust and spider silk.

Even in the daytime, the overall brightness of the room is very low. Ordinary people will feel creepy even if they stay here for a few minutes. Now Fujiwara Xingkong wants him to take a broom and clean up all the garbage on the floor?

Just kidding, is there something wrong?
Shouldn't we run for our lives now?

Otherwise, what if the hot woman comes back after dark?
To this, Fujiwara Xingkong only replied: "If you don't want to die, just do what I say."

So, this black windbreaker who looked as cool as Neo put on rubber gloves, wrapped his head in a plastic bag, and began to clean the room carefully.

All the small garbage was packed in black plastic bags, and those big pieces, such as rotten furniture and damaged electrical appliances, had to be dragged away to the door, and let the members of the nine departments squatting outside be responsible for transporting them away.

Naturally, the pile of black garbage bags piled up in the yard had to be taken away, and the weeds that were half a person tall were trimmed by the way.

Fujiwara Xingkong was so serious that he asked the members of Section Nine to buy back herbicides, and Watanabe Yaoyang sprayed the entire yard.

As for himself, he took a pair of large scissors and began to prune the old cherry blossom tree in the yard.

After the trash is cleared, the next step is cleaning.

Naturally, there was no water available in the house, so Jiu Ke directly dispatched a fire truck, then piped water into the house, and flushed the entire house inside and out.

After that, Fujiwara Xingkong started to wipe the dust with a bucket in one hand and a rag in the other.

From the bathroom, living room, kitchen, to the bedroom on the second floor.

Watanabe Yaoyang, on the other hand, took the newly bought bedding, carpets, curtains and the like, and put them away one by one.

And the whole process was recorded by Junxiong with his mobile phone.

Toshio didn't know why he recorded it, but Uncle Fujiwara said it would make his mother happy, so he did.

The two of them worked from morning to evening, and when the sun gradually set, the whole house was completely new from the inside to the outside.

Watanabe Yaoyang thought it was over like this.

In the end, Fujiwara Hoshikora actually asked him to build a swing in the yard?
What a joke.

He wanted to yell loudly at that time, members of my nine divisions are fighting against the evil, and they cannot waste time on such meaningless work.

Fujiwara Hoshizora just looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

Watanabe Yaoyang obediently complied immediately.

Nine Sections is indeed a special department. After hearing Fujiwara Hoshizora's request, the materials and tools needed to build the swing were shipped back in less than half an hour.

Also included is a piece of takoyaki.

Ever since, Watanabe Yaoyang was setting up a swing in the yard, and at the same time, from time to time, he cast his resentful eyes on Fujiwara Hoshizo, who was sitting in front of the door and eating takoyaki with Toshio.

Toshio couldn't taste takoyaki, but he remembered his mother buying him takoyaki from a takoyaki vendor in the corner of the park when he was still in kindergarten.At that time, Toshio and his mother were sitting side by side on a bench by the pool in the park, eating the takoyaki his mother bought for him.

"Is it tasty?"

Mother looked at Toshio's face inquiringly and asked.

"Well, it's delicious."

After Junxiong finished answering, his mother stared at Junxiong with a very gentle expression and smiled.

The takoyaki that day was crispy on the outside, thick on the inside, and there was a big piece of octopus meat in the middle. It was really delicious.Toshio seemed to be afraid that the takoyaki would be eaten up soon, so he tasted each one carefully and slowly.

I almost forgot that Junxiong and his mother lived in this world in such a real way.

"Is it delicious?" Fujiwara Xingkong asked inquiringly.

"Well, it's delicious."

After Toshio finished answering, Fujiwara Hoshiro showed a gentle smile.

The orange sunlight fell on the yard, the outside was warm and bright, but the inside was cold and gloomy.

If light represents life, then darkness represents death.

Junxiong's life in the light is less than seven years, which is a relatively short period of time.However, if compared with eternity, whether it is seven years, 70 years, 700 years, or 7000 years
No, not even 7 or [-] million years is the same.

Junxiong is on the dividing line between "life" and "death", waiting for the opportunity to drag people who shuttle back and forth in the light of "life" into the darkness of "death".

envy?

It must be like that.

Junxiong "envied" the people in the light.He is "very jealous" of those who laugh, eat, sleep, come and go freely in the light.

On this boundary line between "life" and "death", where the extreme subtlety of not going up or down, Toshio stretched out his hand into the light.It's almost like a sea anemone stretching out its long tentacles to catch small fish.

After finishing the takoyaki, the swing was set up.

Junxiong immediately ran to the swing, sat on it, and slowly swung.

As the swing got higher and higher, Toshio turned his head and saw that Uncle Fujiwara was standing behind pushing, while Uncle Watanabe was taking pictures with his mobile phone.

Swinging higher and higher, it felt like flying in the sky. After a while, several birds flew over and chirped non-stop.

Toshio smiled happily.

A long time ago, when Junxiong, Junxiong's father and mother were still alive, the three of them used to go to the park near their home.

It was a warm autumn afternoon.

That day, Junxiong was swinging in the park, and his father pushed his back vigorously.Junxiong's small body swung until it was almost level with the top of the swing.

When Dad pushed hard on his back, Junxiong's body seemed to fly into the sky like a rocket, making him scream and hold on to the chain.

Although he was so scared that he almost peed his pants...even so...he still felt so happy, so happy.

When it was mother's turn, Junxiong continued to push the swing on which his mother was riding. Whenever the swing swayed, mother's black and beautiful long hair flew up and shone in the autumn sun.

Mom is laughing, Dad is laughing, and Junxiong is laughing too.

How many years have passed since then?

It was an ordinary day, but it was the happiest day in Toshio's memory.

……

Walk out of the house and lock the rusty iron door.

Yoyo Watanabe still didn't understand the meaning of what he did today.

Naturally, Fujiwara Xingkong would not tell him that this was a preparation for Bugako, but warned him seriously: "If you detect the data fluctuation of Gako, remember to notify me as soon as possible."

Because Watanabe Yaoyang entered the house, he was in a panic, so he kept nodding his head in agreement.

"That's right." Fujiwara Xingkong thought for a while, and asked aloud: "The location of the haunted house of Gayako should have been recorded in your nine divisions, why was there no one guarding it before?"

Watanabe Yaoyang answered vaguely: "Although our Nine Sections do not have fixed positions, we have also set up hidden barriers. Ordinary people cannot discover this house. But a few days ago, someone secretly destroyed the barrier. That’s why it was exposed.”

So, someone deliberately lured Xia Xilin to come here.

Fujiwara Xingkong nodded and said, "Farewell."

Without waiting for Watanabe Yaoyang to speak, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)