Chapter 243, Writing a Diary from Scratch (I)

The soft and bright light outside the window shines through the clean and clear glass, and is cut into six rectangular shapes and reflected into the house.

The steel bed support was pressed against the windowsill, and the snow-white quilt was so dazzling in the sunlight that it was almost impossible to open my eyes.

The long light golden hair was blurred on the equally white bed sheets, like blurred golden lines.

There was a cluster of blue and green flowers at the head of the bed.

The girl sat at the end of the bed, the sun shining on her back and the shadow covering a small part of her front, making the sketch paper on the table just bright enough - she held a black pen in her hand and wrote silently.

This is a spacious bedroom.

The bedroom was simply decorated, with only a plain white screen without a pattern beside the bed, and nothing else.

The rustling sound sounds very peaceful.

There was always the sound of noisy games coming in from outside the house, adding a touch of human touch to the place.

"Don't draw this Mai card, it's a joker card... How can you not believe me?"

"Because you are the best at lying."

"I'm a devil, of course I'm good at lying. But the devil won't lie meaninglessly...Okay, chips, tell me which one is the King, and as a reward I can consider giving you a holiday."

then.

"Potato chips, you disappoint me so much."

"Don't lie to the kid, boss. When have I ever had such a legendary thing as a vacation?"

There are two women and one man, and it sounds like the man is at a disadvantage in the game.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, the sky quickly became overcast, drizzle fell, and fallen flowers swirled in the rain.

The boss's eyes were filled with sadness, which reminded me of Kawabata Yasunari's "The Dancing Girl of Izu", where a student wearing high-heeled wooden clogs walked alone in the valley in the drizzle and met a young wandering dancer. She was only fourteen years old, but she had an ancient bun and ancient makeup. The boy and girl's eyes conveyed a vague feeling and sadness, because from the moment they met, the separation had also begun.

The door creaked open.

"My girl, come out," the boss turned around, "Would you like to play the joker card game with me?"

Just as he turned around, his mood became good again, with a smile as warm as 30 degrees Celsius on his face.

The girl who walked out of the room nodded and sat down expressionlessly - she never refused a man's order.

With the girl joining, the boss's situation suddenly became clear.

Because compared to the other two, the girl was more obviously assisting him. Every time, she would hold up a corner of the card he needed for his convenience in choosing, while the joker would be hidden in the girl's other hand, giving the boss no chance to be struck by lightning.

After thirty days of playing cards, the boss gradually lost interest.

"Boss, don't we need to keep an eye on how things develop?" Su Enxi also put down her cards and asked about business.

"How is our advertising rental business?" The boss asked about something else instead.

"Very good, I deliberately raised the price ten times, and it was sold at a premium today. After deducting the cost, we made 600 million yen." Su Enxi said.

"Is that all? You're still too stingy. The price of potato chips should be increased a hundred times."

"That's obviously blackmail."

"But there are people who need it." The boss shrugged indifferently and looked out the window. "Those who have the strength should contribute their strength, those who have the money should contribute their money. If you want to make a living, you should always follow the rules."

Su Enxi nodded, then silently glanced at the girl next to her, and then quietly looked away.

Although she didn't know who was stupid enough to buy the eminent domain rights for advertisements at a ten-fold premium...she knew what those billboards were used for.

I'm sure everyone knows this. If you look up on any street in Tokyo, you can see a satellite image that follows a person's movements, completely locking onto them and making it impossible to get rid of them.

And on the street where that person passes by, the huge billboards on the tall buildings will instantly change into a huge arrow, pointing directly at someone passing by below.

There is no escape.

If they still can't catch that person, then the Eight Clans of Sheqi should pay back the money and abdicate as soon as possible, allowing the new generation of young people to take over.

...As for whether government officials will take care of these matters...

Come, come, strip off the official skin with a mouth full of white teeth, take off the official seal, break the official hat, take him off, tattoo his face, and send him to exile eight thousand miles away!
Damn it, why don’t such loyal and righteous people go to northern Siberia to grow potatoes? What are they doing here among us bureaucrats? They are just ruining the appetites of our colleagues and the capitalists behind the scenes.

...Also, would doing so go against the original purpose of 'winning over the puppies'?

Su Enxi was not worried about this at all and would not ask.

You will appear stupid.

This kind of thing is like drawing the joker card. Everyone wants to draw all the cards in their hand quickly to become the winner, and does not want to touch the joker card... Then the joker card will naturally become a bomb that everyone is afraid of.

But if everyone tacitly lets go, giving the next player a useful card, and no one touches the joker card... then the joker card loses its deterrent effect.

——Because everyone is a participant, there is no need to worry that the joker will fall into someone else's hands or explode in your hands because of this incident.

Thinking of this, Su Enxi secretly observed the expression of the girl next to her.

As calm as ever.

The game had been over for some time, but the girl was still staring at the cards in her hand, as if in a daze.

...

...

May I be like a star, like a moon, night and night.

I still remember that the garden at that time was always full of lush grass and singing birds, full of vitality, and I always liked to secretly pick a small flower and hide it in the "belly" of "Zorro" so that no one would find it.

At that time, Renata didn't understand the viciousness of human hearts, the cruelty of the world, what hatred and love were. The only thing she thought about every day was when she could see her parents again and when she could go home. The nurses who took care of her always spoke to her in a bad tone, and the head nurse was also sometimes warm and sometimes cold.

They didn't seem to care about anything except feeding me. I looked more like a criminal than a child living here.

I used to be troubled, confused, and cried about this, but later I was able to find reasons to soothe my young heart.

Although I never had the love of my parents, their estrangement gave me more freedom in a way.

For children, without the love of their parents they can only live like weeds.

Renata Yevgeni Chicherin, Zero said this is my full name, which is my father's plus my mother's surname. This made me regain my expectations of my parents, because there are traces of them in my name... and what I thought was love.

I met Zero in the last room in the corridor, and I still don't regret my decision that day.

At that time, our only playground was that small courtyard, where we planted the only flowers in the area of ​​hundreds of miles. We all loved flowers. The nurses did not allow us to get close to them, so I was the only one who could secretly pick them and take them away. Then I would secretly take them out at night, and I felt like the happiest child.

Later, after I met Zero, he always liked to say some incomprehensible words.

Now I know that those words were all from books. He talked to me with words he memorized on the spot, which made me look stupid.

But so what.

Zero always drags me to various places. I usually don't like to talk much, but he will listen to me no matter what I do. For example, when we saw the poppy flowers in the Arctic...

(End of this chapter)