"He didn't give me a name."
"Hey, him?"
"Yes." Kitty nodded, "He is the one who gave birth to me."
"Then, who is the person who gave birth to you...?"
"Dostoevsky. Fyodor Dostoevsky." The kitten said seriously.
I said someone must be up to something, and it turned out to be Dostuo... Wait what did you say! ? ! ! !
Some people are single until now, but some people are even visiting each other!
The kitten blinked, as if he didn't understand what was unscientific.
Realizing the awkward atmosphere at the scene, Naomi Tanizaki quickly came out to smooth things over: "Then... How do you usually call him?"
"He usually doesn't let me call him mother... Or parents, etc. I usually call him Mr. Dostoyevsky."
The kitten seemed to suddenly become wilted, its head drooped, and it shrank into a small size. It moved closer to the collar of the coat, looking pitiful.
I feel like that person is not very good to his children...
"Then where did he go? Why are you here alone?"
"No more."
"He's... Gone." Koneko's face fell completely. After all, he was just a three or four-year-old child. Both Naomi Tanizaki and Atsushi Nakajima couldn't stand it, and they scrambled to comfort him.
Others who were still thinking about the causal relationship suddenly heard a familiar voice slowly coming from behind:
"So, you mean-"
Osamu Dazai pointed at the ceiling, as if he felt something was wrong, and then pointed at the ground, and then at the kitten.
"——Your mother is dead?"
Purpose: I watched a family ethics drama during the Chinese New Year. The author lard enters the brain.