Kanagawa Taoist College Students

"Manaka-kun, Keiichiro... are you really here?" Teacher Fukui had looked around several times, but still could not find her husband. He even saw only one person, the homeless man sleeping in.

Li Xuehao had been paying attention to the homeless man's behavior. When Mr. Fukui mentioned the name "Keichiro", his body trembled again, but he soon calmed down.

Whether it was judging from his reaction or inferring from Teacher Fukui's appearance, the identity of this homeless man was already obvious.

Li Xuehao walked over and stopped behind the homeless man. He was not sure what happened to him, but he thought there must be a reason for him to do this.

"Hello," he said from behind him.

Teacher Fukui, Yuko Sawai, and Tamako Aoyama, who were a little further away, didn't know why he was greeting a homeless man. Although Teacher Fukui was anxious, he finally restrained his impulse, and vaguely regretted that he actually listened to a strange boy. If so, I believe he can lead her to find her husband.

As for the homeless man who was greeted, he didn't respond at first, but after a while, perhaps realizing that the person behind him hadn't left, he finally turned around.

He sat up from the bench and lowered his head: "Hello." The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if there was a pile of broken glass hidden in the throat, which made people feel like their scalp was numb.

"Have you always been here?" Li Xuehao continued to ask. He was so close that he didn't smell any odor from the homeless man. He obviously cared about the cleanliness of his body, just because he was wearing shabby clothes and With the terrifying scars all over his body, ordinary people would definitely not dare to approach him.

"Yes..." The homeless man kept his head lowered, as if he was a little afraid of the people present.

Teacher Fukui is getting more and more impatient. She knows this homeless man and has seen him many times... no, very, very many times. It seems to have been several years. She doesn't know when he started appearing. Then he "settled" in the park. People nearby saw that he was pitiful and would occasionally help him. She also did this before.

However, because of the terrible scars on his body, she didn't dare to approach him easily. She would usually leave his relief items at the entrance of the park and leave in a hurry.

What she was impatient about was that this young man said he could help her find her husband, but now he was talking to this homeless man. Could this homeless man be of help?

"Meow~~" A small stray cat ran over from a distance, attracting Teacher Fukui's attention. It was probably less than two months old and looked very small, but very healthy. The homeless man kept screaming at his feet.

The homeless man picked it up gently, looking very attentive. He took out some biscuits from the box he had just used as a pillow. He didn't know who helped him but he couldn't bear to eat them, so he specially left them for this one. Little stray cats eat.

The little stray cat curled up on his lap and ate with gusto.

The tramp kept stroking it with his hands, very carefully and tenderly.

This scene made Teacher Fukui stunned. She vaguely remembered a figure. He also loved small animals so much...

When Sawai Yuko and Aoyama Tamako saw the human-cat living in harmony, they seemed to be less afraid of the homeless man. The two little girls came a little closer, but they still didn't dare to get too close.

"Can you tell me your name?" Li Xuehao asked the homeless man who was gently stroking the little stray cat.

The tramp hesitated for a moment, then said hoarsely: "Naoto..."

Li Xuehao smiled lightly, the name "Nao Ren" was so common, you could easily find a dozen of them nearby.

"Isn't it Keiichiro?" He suddenly changed the subject.

The homeless man shuddered, and Mr. Fukui also shuddered, covering his mouth and looking at him.

"What did you say?" After the trembling, the homeless man quickly calmed down and pretended not to understand, but in fact the slight trembling of his hand petting the little stray cat betrayed him.

"Keichiro Fukui, that's right." Li Xuehao continued.

The homeless man's body was shaking even more violently. The little stray cat on his leg seemed to notice something was wrong with him, raised his head and called out: "Meow~~"

"Keichiro, is that you?" Teacher Fukui trembled as she approached slowly, her eyes already red. The scene she had just remembered in a daze overlapped with the homeless man in front of her. She felt sad and excited in her heart.

The homeless man was shocked, suddenly put down the little stray cat, and ran away.

But before he could even take two steps away, Li Xuehao pressed his shoulder first, and he was immediately unable to move: "Mr. Keiichiro, escaping is not the way to solve the problem. Mr. Fukui has been waiting for you for many years."

"I..." The homeless man wanted to say something, but Teacher Fukui rushed forward regardless, hugged him tightly, and at this moment, the terrifying scars on his body could no longer stop the explosion in her heart. Feelings.

"Cai Mei..." The homeless man couldn't move and called his wife's name hoarsely.

"Keichiro..." Mr. Fukui sobbed and burst into tears suddenly, like a child who was anxious after being bullied.

Sawai Yuko and Aoyama Tamako standing aside had their eyes widened. This scene was like watching a TV series, and the two little girls were deeply shocked.

"Brother Koji, is that Mr. Fukui's husband?" Sawai Yuko stepped forward and hugged someone's arm.

"Yes." Li Xuehao nodded. When he saw Keiichiro Fukui for the first time, he probably understood why he hadn't come home for seven or eight years. He probably didn't want his wife to see such ugly scars all over his body. He, so he created the illusion that he was kidnapped by someone.

"Why did he..." Sawai Yuko couldn't understand what Keiichiro Fukui was doing. He was obviously not far from home, so why didn't he go home?

"Probably he has experienced some bad things." Li Xuehao speculated that from Keiichiro Fukui's body, he sensed a trace of hostility, but it did not belong to him. I am afraid it was the person who left such horrific scars on his body. Yes, who could be so cruel that he tortured a good person like this but didn't kill him.

"Keichiro, let's go home..." Beside the bench, Teacher Fukui let go of her husband and stroked the horrible scar on his face without any fear. She just wanted to take him home now.

Keiichiro Fukui hesitated. He looked at his wife blankly and finally shook his head.