【Light Cut】Playing hard to get

Chapter 8

A little boy had a dream. He dreamed of his parents.Although their faces were blurred in the backlight, they were waving at him, smiling lovingly at him, and calling him softly by the nickname given to him by the old abbot: "Manjusri Wan."

Father!Mother!Laiguang yelled in his dream, he rushed madly towards the pair of blurred human figures, but his gentle parents suddenly turned around, and the originally loving voice was also strangely distorted: "This child neither cries nor screams, it is terribly quiet, With his pair of eyes... Looking at Shi Ren, it must be possessed by some evil thing?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...sorry, sorry! I don't know why such a monster was born, Mingtaro and Jiro are both very cute children..."

"Don't cry, it's not your fault! I'll feed him some rice soup and throw him out when he falls asleep. There are almost no pilgrims in the Manjushri Temple on the mountain. I'll put him there and let him be a child of the Bodhisattva." .”

The two backs whispered, slipping further and further away like unfeeling water birds, Lai Guang screamed and stretched out his retaining hand, trying to reach the corners of their clothes, "Father! Mother! Don't leave me, please—— "

But his retention was like a futile empty grip, only catching the empty dust after the flying bird fluttered away.His imaginary parents disappeared again, and he fell down in despair in his dream, but he sat up abruptly in reality, and found that he had returned to the "home" formed by the three brothers and sisters of Chai Taro - the house that was established by adults. The hut that was abandoned but became a shelter for four children.

Lai Guang blinked slowly, and slowly turned his head and neck. He wanted to lift the mattress on his body, but was forced by the swelling pain in his left wrist, "Hiss..." Then he remembered that before he fell into a coma, he was beaten. The crazy Onikiri twisted his wrist, he looked down at the almost swollen wrist, and couldn't help sniffling, adding even more annoyance and hatred for Onikiri's unreasonableness.

But at any rate, he returned home, and the warmth of the home was enough to temporarily suppress his desire for revenge against monsters. "Is anyone... here?" Lai Guang cleared his throat, and tried to call his unrelated younger siblings: "Kun? Shibataro? Xiaozhi? I'm back... Where are you?"

No one replied, and he couldn't hear the movement of the other three children in the outer room. Laiguang felt uneasy in his heart.He kicked off the quilt with his feet, stood up tremblingly, opened the sliding door with his right hand, and walked out of the dormitory with an uncontrollable heartbeat. What greeted him was the bright sky, an empty room, and a greatly reduced number of washbasins. Clogs, and the three brothers and sisters of Chai Taro, who have always been sleepy, are like his dream of family affection at dawn, which dispersed like morning mist before dawn.

Lai Guang stood there silently in a daze for a long time before he found a paper crane standing on the simple dining table against the wall.He belatedly remembered that he had taught Chai Taro how to read and write, and in order to train Chai Taro's reading and writing skills, he would leave a letter before leaving home for work, write a few sentences of instructions, and then fold it into paper The crane was placed on the dining table, attracting Shibataro to take it apart for a look.

He walked towards the paper crane, and clumsily opened a letter with his trembling right hand, only to see Chai Taro writing seriously with a thin charcoal pen: "Brother Laiguang, I can't say goodbye to you in person, I'm sorry. Che helped us find a family where a grandpa and a grandma lived. Their only son passed away very early. I hope my sisters and I can be their grandchildren. Because grandpa and grandma are about to go to the country, time is very short It's urgent, but Onikiri said that you will sleep for a long time, so I can only take Kaoru and Zhizhi to go ahead and find grandparents."

"For so many days, we have been causing trouble for Raikou-kun. Thank you, Raiguang-kun for helping us! Kaoru and Origi and I are very happy to meet Raikou-kun and a kind-hearted samurai like Onikiri. We I hope Raikou-kun will reconcile with Onikiri as soon as possible, and live in a new place with Onikiri, Onikiri will make a variety of rice balls, all of which are delicious! Laikou-kun will try it too!"

"Thank you again, Raikou-san. Sincerely, Shibataro, Kaoru, and Ori."

Laiguang read the letter word by word, going back and forth three times before putting the letter down.He raised his head silently, staring at the cobwebs on the ceiling, his eyes were empty, he didn't think about anything, and let the tears that were about to come out of his eyes flow back-tears were the most unacceptable expression of cowardice for him, and he used this method to hide his heartbroken voice .

"Why would you rather believe in monsters than in me? Obviously I met you first, and I swore that I can protect you without relying on adults..." Laiguang felt his eyes protest hotly, and the tears surrounded by will seemed like The trapped beast insisted on breaking through the fence. He wanted to wipe his eyes with his hand, but the pain in his left wrist was like adding fuel to the fire, and instantly detonated all his grievances. His tears burst out of the embankment, as if he fell to the ground , Cried like an ordinary child who cried because of the pain of the broken knee.

"D-Damn it! Why did you take away the only thing I have! You bastard Onikiri, you damn monster, you big bastard... I don't have a home anymore..." Raikou wiped away the tears with his still-moving right hand, He rushed into the inner room with the half-opened sliding door, and opened all the rough wardrobes—sure enough, the morning light cruelly reflected the parting after they lived together together: there were no clothes of Shibataro's three brothers and sisters in the cabinet, only his pitiful possessions , stacked shabby in the corner.

"Why did you leave me in such a hurry? Is the place that the monster arranged for you really good and good?" Lai Guang choked up twice, and tears bloomed wet little flowers on the floor.Because he saw something, he knelt down on the ground, stretched his right hand to the bottom of the cabinet, and pulled out a hair tie from the crack of the poor-quality wood—he had to sell his own hair to get together the soft hair he bought with coins. The bright ornaments were left behind by Xiao Xun in their former home.

But the little girl and her brother and sister obviously took all the things Onikiri bought for them.

It turned out that he was so inferior to Onikiri, so inferior to a stranger who had broken into their lives less than a week ago.His brothers and sisters, who he worked so hard to win, were greedy from dawn to dusk, cut down on food and clothing, and were snatched away by a monster so easily.

They chose a big monster who has the ability to take them out of a difficult life, instead of a little orphan who relies on staying up late, being brave and stingy, slapping his face to make him fat, putting on airs, and pretending to be a "brother" but can't give them anything.

"I obviously... worked very hard... why do you still don't want me?" Big drops of tears rolled down his cheeks, and Raikou squeezed his hairband tightly, letting his nails pierce his palm, he felt his pride was collapsing, his dignity It's cracking, but who cares what he thinks?Shiitaro who sent him away with a letter didn't care, Kaoru who trampled on his heart didn't care, Xiaoori who always complained that he was "violent" and wouldn't allow him to hug him, but laughed and jumped at Onikiri didn't care.

There is also Onikiri, the monster with a beautiful skin and a knife, who keeps calling him "Master Raikou" and repeatedly saying "I will take care of you", but gives him unprecedented oppression and torture—— When we first met, I strangled his neck, broke his wrist at Yuanjia, every sudden hug to him was so hard that it planted pain in his ribs; , leaving him with bruises and sprains.He hasn't taken a bath for so many days, and he also refuses the new clothes that Onikiri brought, because he is afraid of exposing his body in front of others, he is afraid that the bruises and bloodstains all over his body will further expose the gap between him and Onikiri, He was extremely annoyed why Onikiri could have such great strength, but he was so weak that he would fall, break bones, or even faint when touched by monsters!

His self-esteem did not allow him to speak of the pain lightly, so he tightened his clothes, gritted his teeth and endured.It's not that he doesn't want to be discovered and cared about, but Shibataro and the others don't care, they don't care if he is injured, they just surround Onikiri curiously and ask things.

Onikiri didn't care, he put on a pretty face and spoke beautiful words, but every time he resisted, he pushed, suppressed, pinched him, and used violence to force him to obey.But compared to the oppression imposed on the body, what makes him unacceptable is the mental violence: Onikiri, "Minaraimitsu" is long and "Minaraimitsu" is short, speaks some unbelievable crazy words, and forces him to accept them. Things that have never been done before - even though he has reiterated countless times "I am not Yuan", Onikiri turned a deaf ear to it; even though he never told a single lie, Onikiri scolded him even harder: "You are a liar!"

Not only that, once he said "I don't understand" or "You recognize the wrong person", Onikiri would show an expression that wanted to bite him, pierce him, and chop him into pieces—

Every second spent alone with Onikiri is a death penalty for him.What's ridiculous besides terrifying is that such a monster who humiliated him with brute force and slandered him with presumptuous crimes actually claimed to "take care" of him?

"Take care..." The boy kneeling on the ground suddenly laughed, but there was nothing in his red eyes.He lowered his head, moved his pale lips a few times, and suddenly began to talk to himself amidst the tears dripping down his cheeks: "When I first arrived in Kyoto, it snowed heavily. Kind, will 'take care' of poor people who come to ask for help... As soon as the guards brought me into Yuan's courtyard, those young masters started laughing, they hit me with snowballs in their hands, and kept chasing me. They kicked me to the wall When I was on it, the icicles fell."

"Just because I have white hair, they thought it would be fun to chase me in the snow. It's called 'care'."

"Afterwards, there was a lady from Genji who threw me two rice balls. I was so stupid that I thought that my head was injured and I was lying in the snow, so I could be 'taken care of'... I chose the one that was added Rice balls with rat poison."

"'Recently there are always rats in the room, and you can't kill them with medicine. You look like that white rat with red eyes. It's really annoying'...for this reason. This is the so-called 'care' .”

Raikou's murmured voice seemed to hypnotize himself, and he gradually stopped crying.After several deep breaths, his expression calmed down, but the remaining tears on his face seemed to be a disguise. "I don't want to be taken care of, I only believe in myself." He repeated this sentence in a whisper, and tied a sloppy ponytail for himself with the hairband stained with the blood of his palm.

Then he stood up and started to walk around quickly, while packing a small package for himself, he kept saying to himself: "I am 'Laiguang', grandpa called me 'Manjusri Wan', I don't trust anyone , I don't need anyone."

"I trust no one, I don't need no one. I don't trust no one, I don't need no one. I don't trust no one, I don't need no one..." In this curse-like continuation, he He packed his luggage blankly.

When he hung the small bundle on his right arm and slowly pushed open the door of the thatched hut, he bumped into Onikiri's return just in time.I saw that handsome black-haired warrior walking towards him briskly in the cold sunshine of late autumn, and was about to return to his side with a smile and push him into a new purgatory.

He stared indifferently at his most hated nightmare, and when Onikiri was only three arms away from him, he stopped him: "Stop, don't come near me, monster."

Onikiri stopped immediately, and the delicate peaks of eyebrows slipped through the haze, but disappeared very quickly.When he opened his mouth, the joy in his voice was like a thirsty deer finally finding a stream, and there were happy wagging ears at the end of every sentence, "You are awake, Lord Raimitsu. I have sent Shibataro , Kaoru, and Ori were escorted to a trustworthy human family, and Shibataro left you a letter, and at the same time asked me to say goodbye to you, thank you for your help over the past few days."

"You have fulfilled your due obligations to Chai Taro and other children, there is no need to stay here any longer. Take advantage of the clear weather today, please go back to Dajiangshan with me! I have prepared a new hut for you and stored All kinds of ingredients, Yitimian helped me choose the best brocade, you will be able to find the clothes you like. I have everything there, you don’t have to work so hard like now, if I still don’t think well, Lord Laiguang just needs to say, although Dajiangshan is far away from the human capital, but my pace is fast, anything you want, I can bring back for you that day."

When Onikiri said this, he felt that the corners of his smiling mouth were about to reach his ears. He quickly lowered his head and looked at his toes, lest his excessive ecstasy scare Laiguang, "Mt. My place is very quiet, but if Lord Raikou likes to be lively, I can move to your designated place immediately."

"I have some companions, they are all... monsters, but they will never hurt you, and I will not give them any chance to get close to you. To tell you the truth, I, Onikiri, am the so-called 'big monster' , I am strong, even stronger than you imagined, even in front of Shuten and other ghost kings, I have the ability to protect the safety of Lord Raimitsu."

"Therefore, Raikou-sama, come with me." Onikiri raised his eyes, his bright pupils shining brightly in the morning light. It was the first time he had shown such a happy smile in a century of melancholy: "Come back with me." Oe-san, let me take care of you! I will never abandon you like your parents, just to save a ration, and I will never be like Chai Taro and the others, who are weak and have no opinions. Not only will I not become you I will protect you! I have enough strength to fulfill all your wishes, including avenging the old abbot who raised you but died of poisonous hair. I have found clues. The murderer is a bird that likes to hide The snake demon in the big and small temples, her poison is not worth mentioning to me, I will find and kill her soon, for you—”

Onikiri was excited when he said that, his fair face turned bright red, like a hibiscus tree in full bloom excited by a beautiful vision, but his happy branches only made Raikou feel noisy.

"Shut up, you monster, you don't deserve to mention my parents and grandpa." Laiguang interrupted Onikiri, who was getting carried away, and said coldly in a child's voice like an ice pick: "You will take care of me? Let me go with you? Stop dreaming, I don't want to be your plaything."

He threw the small burden on his shoulders to the ground, and let the simple belongings scatter, "Captives, captives, piglets...human beings who ask for the bounty of monsters will only become beasts raised by monsters, and those who believe in monsters are absolutely stupid. He bent down to pick up a ball of yarn, pulled out the sewing needle stuck on it, and pointed the sharp point at his cheek, "Say, Onikiri, what do you like about me? It's because of my name." Does it remind you of Mr. Lai Guanggong? Or is it because of this face? How do I resemble Mr. Lai Guanggong of the Yuan family? Tell me, I will dig out those parts and give them to you, and then you can go away."

He clenched the sewing needle tightly with his small hands, and stared at Onikiri with red eyes. Seeing the black-haired samurai's terrified expression for the first time, his inner joy was like a poisonous snake, and his remaining self-esteem was like a dodder. Tangling, "If you don't tell me, I'll scratch my whole face. If you pester me again, I'll tear off the whole face. Doesn't it look like Mr. Lai Guang? Then we'll be clear, right?"

As if to prove the strength of his own threat, Laiguang let the needle tip penetrate into his cheekbone, and dragging his finger forward, a blood line gushed out like a spring, staining half of his face red, "Are you satisfied, ghost?" Cut? A big man like Mr. Laiguang will not be pierced in the face by a needle, if you call me 'Men Laimitsu' again, you will be the blindest monster in the world."

The boy laughed as he spoke, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the blood that had slipped from the corner of his mouth, and after Ghost cut one foot moved back, trying to gather strength, he rushed to him and shouted sharply: "Can't you understand human words, Ghost Cut! Are you trying to wring my hand off again? Or are you trying to strangle my neck? I advise you not to repeat the old trick today, because I would rather die myself than be touched by you again!"

Raiguang raised his right hand and moved the needle to his right ear. He had heard that the death method of "ear piercing the brain" had many advantages, including less bleeding, decent death, short time-consuming, and one-shot death. He slowly inserted the tip of the needle into the small ear hole, while staring at Onikiri without blinking, he swore that he would fight with his life to win Onikiri at least once!

When the boy's firm needle tip was about to touch the fragile tympanic membrane, the bloodless big demon finally said, "No...no, don't, stop, Raikou, stop..." He looked desperately at the boy who was pressing him to death, and his body was covered with tears. Trembling back step by step, he felt unprecedented ridicule and grief, Laiguang's eyes full of hatred were enough to tear his heart apart, "Please don't die, please... I'll listen to you, please don't die .”

He knelt down on the ground with a "boom", spread his hands towards the sky, and prostrated his upper body towards Raikou.This is the most humble begging gesture of the monster clan, and it is the most unforgettable insult to the big monster, but he doesn't care about anything anymore, he would rather exchange his dignity for the little boy's life than just watch "Men Raimiko" Turned to dust for the second time!

"Please don't die." He prayed with all his strength, pressed his forehead to the ground, sweated coldly in the darkness, waiting for the boy's sentence.He caught the boy's icy voice between violent heartbeats: "You listen to me? Oh, you are such a capricious stupid monster. If I can, I want to order you to cut off your own head right now. But that would be too much It’s too cheap for you, I want to kill all the monsters after I have the power, and destroy the great rivers and mountains you mentioned with my own hands, and the first monster I want to kill is you, Onikiri.”

"Before that, before I have the power, you monster, roll as far as you can, and never appear in front of me again."

The moment Raikou's words hit him, he felt that his heart was like that puppet of Minamoto Raikou, stabbed by a mad blade, chopped by random knives, even the bones were broken into slag, and even the flesh and blood were melted. As mud, the indestructible King Kong has become a pile of minced meat, and the ground, eyes, and the world are covered with redness that continues to spread—they together write a shocking motto: good and evil in life, there will be retribution.

"Is this your punishment for my betrayal, Master?" Onikiri maintained a kneeling posture, and smiled bitterly in his heart, "How I treated you back then, how you treat me now..."

He bit the blood from his lower lip, stood up and turned around without saying hello, rushed towards the way he came from like a lunatic, eager to escape from the too cruel reincarnation of fate, the next moment, he disappeared in front of Lai Guang, leaving no trace A drop of dust, as if it had never been there.