Chapter 43 Open a Small Window

"You bitch!" The half-aged child's tone was fierce, kicking the children of the same age under their feet, and scolding dirty words. The violence that began because of small things finally ended with the children getting tired and going home separately.

"Hen, stop!" The light in front of him was slightly dark, and he wanted to open his mouth to stop the children, but he could not make a sound. He was sad and returned to him again. The child lying on the ground couldn't get up no matter how he struggled, and no one could hear him shouting. Taste the sadness from the long life that children who do not belong to this age should bear too early.

"Hello, transfer student, I heard that you are from Tokyo, is that true?" The curious teenager did not get an answer from the child in a small dress. No matter what he said, he would be ignored, so he finally turned into hatred. The teenager's self-esteem was damaged, and a vicious revenge was brewed in the whisper of several children, exuding a strong sense of conspiracy.

"Hey, stop!" The child held a wooden stick in his hand and stared at the teenager coldly. He was too elegant, as beautiful as the little girl's face. The eyes on that face sparkled like a cat's eye stone, but they exuded a trace of coolness. The teenager couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he looked at the eyes that were too calm or dead.

"What are you looking at? Can't you talk?" The teenager is not very old and has weak language organization ability, but he also feels the contempt in the eyes of the silent teenager. He felt that his heart was stabbed, and the blood rushed to the top of his head, and then a violence began.

The teenager greeted several people around him and surrounded the teenager standing in the middle. There was nothing new about punching and kicking. He cursed the local dialect in his mouth, and the teenager who was beaten on the ground did not quite understand the specific meaning of the period. He only knew that he was scolding himself. But there was no strength to resist, but even if he was beaten black and blue, the teenager did not shout or cry. He was silent like a sandbag without pain. The teenager's silence like a silent protest triggered the anger of the perpetrator, so the strength between his hands and feet also increased.

"Look, it's the transfer student." Several boys and girls passing by whispered.

"Yes, I heard that it's an illegitimate child." A girl continued, with a mysterious smile and contempt in her eyes.

The others pointed and walked away with a smile. The teenager under the cherry tree opened his eyes and said that he put his hand behind his head and looked at the leisurely floating clouds in the sky with no expression on his face. No matter where you are, once there are new resources, anything new, curious eyes will come together. That person or thing is a little out of line, and what is waiting for is discussion and speculation. No matter what the facts are, under speculation and can be smeared, the facts have long been completely out. So it's just the beginning of the title of an illegitimate child whose parents have never appeared to participate in the student.

In response to the silence of the teenager, the tragedy was staged again. Different ages and different crowds staged the same drama. It's so boring! The teenager thought to himself.

The parents were taken away, the dignity was **, and the tragedy was repeated. Finally, I was tired of it. Then, the teenager who woke up again learned to seize the world!

"Teacher Kamiya, Mr. Kamiya? What's wrong with you?" There was a shout in the studio.

The young man fell asleep on a chair in the recording room. His long legs overlapped and his body curled up, but there were two crystal drops hanging in the corners of his eyes. An unknown person saw a call.

"Ah, I'm fine." The young man coped with it and came back here. The environment that was too familiar would make him think that he had returned to the previous days. Every day was simple and clear, and he thought about how to make a good voice to the character. The character's emotions, its own extension, and then appropriate performance, plus some skills and talent. If the previous life was water, then he was a fish, free and happy. But why do you dream?

They are all fragments of the previous life. Maybe it's because I just met my father recently. It's still the hut, the smiling face, but it's getting thinner and thinner. He is carrying an unthreateable past, so he will eventually choose to return to the Kamiya group, and he will eventually be a grab!

He is recuperating because of his injury. By the way, he can temporarily leave everything behind. Now he is a voice actor, not the young head of the Kamiya group. So after visiting his imprisoned father, he was invited to the place where he worked before. It's just a visit, and the people around him are too busy to take care of him. Looking at other people's dubbing outside, he fell asleep.

"Mr. Kamiya, are you really all right?" The girl in front of him looked at Kamiya and confirmed his condition.

"It's really okay. I just fell asleep." Kamiya smiled and saw that the girl blushed. She didn't feel good in her heart. Did she have a good attitude? In the past, because his appearance was too eye-catching, there were many women who paid attention to him, and there were even a lot of entanglement. However, Kamiya didn't have that mind at that time, so he refused the reassurance of many girls. Perhaps it was Thailand's cold refusal that stabbed those girls' hearts. So the malicious rumors dispersed, and the title of homosexuality has not been called behind the scenes.

"Mr. Kamiya actually laughed! Oh, my God, you must be very lucky today. The girl in front of him smiled and said that Kamiya used to have a tendency to stay away from strangers in this studio, which made people feel that it was difficult to talk to them.

"Real? Ha, I'm really sorry." Kamiya regained his composure. Looking at the girl in front of him, there was a trace of impatience in his heart, but he still dealt with it.

"Yes! But Mr. Kamiya who laughs is very beautiful! Ah, I'm sorry, it should be handsome. I think Mr. Kamiya must be in love. It feels different. The girl was in high spirits and felt that she was a little afraid of the heat.

Falling in love? Ha ha, I just don't want to hear crying anymore. His world has been full of crying for too long. When he was a child, the tears of himself and others almost drowned him. Now, he can only change.

"What has happened to you recently?" The man holding a glass of sake in the sunset asked him. He shook his head and didn't say anything. Why was everyone asking him what was wrong with him? He is no different. He is still the beast who rubs his hands and is ready to fight back at any time. Why do you have to say that he has changed?

"Teacher, I'm sorry to make you laugh. Next, please continue to visit. I'm going to work first. The girl looked at Kamiya's thoughtful look and said with a smile.

"How much your little universe burns, it can't touch my galaxy!" A resolute teenager's voice recited his lines not far away. He closed his eyes with a resolute expression, and then shook his head as if he was dissatisfied, with a trace of anxiety in his expression. Kamiya looked at him as if he had seen himself in those years. He stood up and walked out, deliberately ignoring the restlessness in his heart, wanting a stage, and desperately talking to those characters. He tells himself in other people's stories, but he can't. Now he doesn't have wings called dreams. He took it off with his own hands in exchange for a pistol that led to darkness, and he could no longer be coquettish to the world.

It's just that the cry occasionally echoes in my heart and in my mind, and Kamiya feels a little noisy!