I just want to be a regular writer

"Learn to forage yourself."

Leaving this sentence aside, Risa Fukada left the room.

Before going out, she did not forget to bring the door of the room with nothing else but sandbags and shepherd dogs.

Leaning against the door for a moment of contemplation, she took off her sweaty coat and threw it on the ground, walking calmly to the living room.

She just moved back to Duwang Town, and there are still many things to organize.

——This is the house she lived in when she was a child, even if it was once a master, now it has returned to her hands as she wished.

'Pack things pack things...'

Thinking about it, Risa Fukada went to the bathroom and took a simple shower, and came out of the bathroom naked.

The house is very dim, and there is no one but her.

There is nothing like "shame", she just doesn't bother to wear clothes.

Opening the suitcase, Risa Fukada first took out a small picture frame — the style of the frame was old enough, and the wooden carvings were slightly worn.

But she didn't bother to change the frame to a new one-that's not bad-there were traces of time flowing on it.

She placed the frame on the TV cabinet and took two steps back to look carefully.

wrong.

Risa Fukada frowned and kicked on the TV cabinet.

The wooden cabinet door was sunken, poking out fine sawdust.

——This is the furniture left by the previous owner, which is not in line with Risa Fukada's wishes.

but......

It doesn't seem to matter.

Risa Fukada thought, sitting cross-legged and looking out the toolbox from the cardboard box on the ground, and unloading the TV cabinet door that was kicked by herself.

She raised her hand and knocked rhythmically on the cabinet door. She was not wearing clothes, but she didn't feel cold at all in the still cold sky in early January.

Compared with the sense of "cold" which is useless to her, she cares more about things at the moment.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter!"

The unloaded TV cabinet door finally opened a big hole under the beating of Risa Fukada, and Risa Fukada's blood was stained on the sawdust that was raised.

'You have to contact the construction team to redecorate.'

Risa Fukada thought this way—but soon, she overturned her plan.

'Not important, forget it'

She looked at the frame again. It was a photo of her childhood, and her parents stood beside her-no matter how she looked at it, it was a perfect family.

what a pity.

It's a pity...time passed, her father turned into a black corpse burned by the raging fire, and her mother eventually died in the hospital.

Ok?

Don't get me wrong, Risa Fukada is not sad.

The feeling of being alone is very good. If there is no accident, she intends to maintain the state of being "all alone".

'Sleepy'

Risa Fukada yawned and lay down on the spot.

After a while, she really fell asleep.

In the dream, it was still the hospital with a disgusting smell of disinfectant water.

Her mother has survived another skin graft surgery, and the rest is more difficult rehabilitation training.17-year-old Risa Fukada poured a glass of warm water for her mother, and softly encouraged her to drink more water-God knows how impatient she is.

Her life was ruined.

If... mother was also burned to death that night...

This idea was not planted when I was 17 years old. When I was very young, I had to go to the hospital after school to learn how to make a nutritious meal, and quietly begged philanthropists for funding. When it was time to beg the hospital to tolerate for a few more days... this idea has already taken root.

How much does corneal transplantation cost?

How many skin grafts are there next?

How much does a professional nurse for postoperative rehabilitation cost?

Suppose!

Assuming she has all the money, then...after all is over, how much time does she need to spend with her mother through the recovery process?

To repeat.

——Her life was ruined.

She had to suppress her desire to converge and bring tea and water. She had to hand out flyers at the age of 16 in the summer when the temperature was close to 40 degrees. She had to deliver warm milk to every household in the early morning of winter. It is possible to make any new friends after school and smiled and said "I still have a part-time job", and had to anxiously check the tuition fees of each university when filling out the entry expectation form and finally fill in "employment"...

After so many "have to", Risa Fukada finally realized-'These are not what I want to do'

So, on a sunny morning, Risa Fukada picked up the pillow and pressed it on the face of her sleeping mother.

Although it fell short, but!

——In this way, it is over.

The rest of her life finally belonged to her.

She returned to the place where her life was subverted, burying all the past that she had traveled to hospitals and part-time jobs-she took the initiative to eliminate the unbearable past, and seamlessly connected to the carefree life.

Risa Fukada was awakened from the dream, stretched her body and stretched her waist—the old things did not make her sad, and her life was already on the right track.

Now, let’s go out for dinner.

She hummed a brisk song, finally found a dress from the suitcase and changed it.