Natori and the Passer-by Heroine

I always feel that I heard some terrible information is my illusion.

"What if there is a chance! We will take advantage of it! We must learn to protect ourselves!"

"why?"

"Can there be a reason for this!"

Ying Lili was about to collapse.

"Because if Asaichi has any thoughts about this, I'm ready anytime...?"

She was still the same softly.

But it split the atmosphere like a thunderbolt, and then it became rigid again.

Ying Lili opened her mouth, like a goldfish deprived of oxygen, Xiaohui's expression was taken for granted, shy and decisive, she couldn't say a word.

"...I'll go out first."

Shi Yu took a breath, put down the packed luggage, and then walked straight out, with what seemed to be a plastic bag in her hand.

"Me, me too!"

Ying Lili followed after her.

After the two left, the room became empty, only Xiaohui was left in the middle of the room, the blush on her face hadn't faded, she slowly bent down and leaned against the tatami with her bright wrists on the tatami.

"Uncle and aunt... I'm back again."

The words are full of warm nostalgia, and the expression is so peaceful and gentle, but there seems to be a trace of sadness hidden.

Chapter 30 How Much Can Two Years Change

People in the countryside here don't like to build big houses. Wooden houses are scattered scattered among the green fields, and the wind blows through the gaps to make people feel cool. When you come here, you can breathe a faint green smell.

For a family of three, except for the guest room, the house originally looked a bit narrow, but now, it looks huge, like a dark abyss without boundaries.

The light was clearly on, but it seemed that only this corner could not be illuminated by any kind of light.

Lingtai.

Qian Yi lightly brushed away the dust that did not exist on the wooden sign, and the black and white photo showed a happy smiling middle-aged couple, the eyebrows were vaguely similar to Qian Yi's.

"No matter how strong I am, it's impossible to fill this space." His faint voice couldn't reach anywhere, "Father, mother."

It will only appear in big families or blunt titles in books, but at this time it appears in a well-off rural family that should be happy and happy.

The father is a policeman, and the mother is a housewife who does some small side jobs at home. Both of them love their children very much.

It's just that I really don't know what to call "Qianyi".

Just looking at the burning incense in front of the spiritual altar, every time the body will subconsciously reach out to touch the wooden sign, every time I look at it, there will be a kind of depressive pain in my heart, the pain is so painful-it seems to be resentful, longing Go together.

But the severe pain of the soul cannot give any memories, and there is no way to think of anything in the empty heart.

"Give me... leave this kind of thing, what is it?"

Asahi smiled self-deprecatingly, and picked up the photo album with a slightly yellowed cover, just now when he didn't want to come here to pay homage, and subconsciously wanted to escape back to his empty room with only a wardrobe, he saw it. Next to the bed that my aunt had made for herself, there was such a photo album.

Family photo album.

"I... obviously threw it away."

Caressing the cover and feeling the rough texture, I must have bought a cheap one without thinking about the preservation problem at that time.

Even this kind of thing needs to be inferred like this.

I just hate this feeling, obviously, obviously, everything has been thrown away, the posters hanging in the room, the textbooks, diaries, and decorations on the desk, even the original wooden bed, have been thrown away by Qian Yi. Empty rooms, a lifestyle of sleeping on tatami mats.

The photos in the living room, all the CDs I've seen, all the tableware I've used, all the toiletries, and all the traces of my life were all stored in my parents' room by Qian Yi, which hasn't been opened since that day.

Maybe this is what Uncle Sen and the others did.

I think that since I will take the initiative to come back, I am mentally prepared to face all this.

"...I will choose to escape again?"

Qian Yi picked up the lighter next to the altar, and a swaying flame lit up with a 'click', reflecting Qian Yi's face that was also constantly shaking, but the hand holding the photo album remained motionless.

"Why...you want to torture me like this."

Looking painfully at the couple smiling brightly like stars in the black-and-white photo, there should have been a young child between them, but the child's body survived, but it was an empty shell.

Leave something so dodgy.

why…

Really, don't want to come back here.

Xiaohui...Xiaohui...

"What exactly have you left for me?"

Asahi felt that his nervous mental state had returned again.

"I…"