Hirano Bixiang searched carefully in the closet, followed by a little tail.

After his emotions calmed down, his face hardened again, and it became the current pattern of following wherever he went.She must stay in her own field of vision, so stubborn that she will not listen to any persuasion from others, and she is also seriously picky about eating.

For the dinner dishes, I finished the tempura with dignity. I seemed to like the prawns in it. I ate a few pieces of fish, but I didn’t think the taste was enough. By the way, I picked out the eggs on the sushi and ate them. I also drank the miso soup. Some, and the rest, they would not even touch them.Obviously, he has a deep aversion to vegetables.

Shizuka Hirano racked her brains to recall all the information about Keigo Atobe in her vague memory.Chaos, still chaos... But do you really have some impressions about the food column?Mainly because the food he likes is very special... like roast beef and Yorkshire pudding?It seems that the taste is more serious?

Turning her head to look at the child, Hirano Shizuka turned her head silently.The memory is really too far away. Although she had watched "The Prince of Tennis" in her previous life, she had only watched it. She didn't remember the plot at all, and even the characters only knew a little about it. Therefore, she suddenly realized that she was living in the anime world. At that time, she was really dazed and helpless, and there was no boundary between them, and she didn't even have any intention to watch the real-life hot-blooded youth manga live.

Later, her parents passed away, and she lived like a wandering spirit all day long, shutting herself up all day without going out, without saying a word, and accidentally saw a report on the national competition on TV, probably because of some kind of complex, she I bought a ticket, went to Tokyo by myself, watched the games one after another in the audience, my heart gradually calmed down, and finally accepted the reality of the bad luck, and finally came back here to start a new life—that was her The only intersection with memory, but she didn't expect that fate would let them meet again in this way.

18-year-old Shizuka Hirano and 7-year-old Keigo Atobe met at a certain moment and had to depend on each other.

For Hirano Shizuka, the child was too quiet, she didn't like to talk, and she was not used to expressing her true emotions, and there was no hint of arrogance and arrogance in the expression of the future ice emperor, if it wasn't for the similar appearance The relationship with the same person who can be identified is so good that she suspects that everything is wrong-how could Keigo Atobe be like this when he was a child?

She really doesn't know if the current Keigo Atobe was kidnapped when he was 7 years old, but no matter whether the child comes from the past of this world or a parallel world, just for him, being in the future is always a bad idea changed fact.She is also completely helpless about time and space.After all, until now, she still doesn't understand the reason why she was born in this world back then. It was unexpected, like a joke from the heavens. Although she has the memory of her previous life, she has a brand new life.

So in the face of things like time travel... She thinks she can still calm down.

The problem now is that there are simply no clothes that the child can wear.The meaning of refusing to let her out of sight is that she can't go out alone to buy clothes for him. It is even more troublesome to find an online shop for children's clothing that has fast delivery regardless of the location and suits the clothes. The only men's clothing in the family is left by her father back then. , When packing up the relics, take them away and put them away, not to mention that the child can't wear them at all, even if she can wear them, she won't take them out, so... In order to prevent him from refusing to wear them, I can only look for them in traditional clothes.

Hirano Bixiang has a little habit of nostalgia.She doesn't like throwing things away, so she tidies up the worn and used ones and finds a place to put them away. That's how the clothes in several large cabinets come from.Many historical sites in the hot springs in Hakone are well preserved, and the folk customs are also very quaint. When my mother was still there, the yukata and kimonos prepared for her were always available all year round, and she kept them all.

Find a bathrobe that suits the child's body shape, the color is elegant and neutral, and there will be little resistance, put the clothes on the arm and go back to the bedroom, the little tail behind her still follows, pulling her slippers and making a "chi chi" Luckily, Hirano Bixiang has learned not to look behind her, otherwise she will definitely burst out laughing as long as she thinks of that person in the future.

Hirano Bixiang took out the needle and thread, gestured at his figure, and spent half an hour changing the style of the yukata. I haven't done manual work for a while, and the stitching method feels not so proficient, but fortunately, I found the feeling after a while. Shaking the clothes out of the thread, beckoned the child over, and handed him the bathrobe.

The child didn't move while holding the bathrobe, only staring at her vigilantly.Hirano Bixiang tilted her head and figured out what he was worried about. She turned around with a smile and concentrated on tidying up the sewing box.There was a rustling sound while changing clothes behind him, and after a while, it became quiet.

Hirano Bixiang glanced back, slightly startled, her expression was in a trance for a moment, but her brows and eyes softened.The color of the bathrobe was a bit softer, which didn't match his temperament, but the delicate face suppressed the incongruity perfectly.She looked at it, and suddenly seemed to remember something, turned her head and opened the cabinet beside the bed, took out the photo album with a delicate cover at the bottom, turned to the page she was looking for, and beckoned him to come over and take a look.

The photo was placed on clean oiled paper. It looked old, but it was well preserved. The little girl stood in front of the bonfire and looked up at the camera. She looked exactly like the sky blue woven blue dress she wore when she was young. Yukata, long hair braided with jade chains and hanging on the right side, with a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, like a person who came out of a painting, smiling like a flower, looking bright, the crowd behind him is bustling, and the fiery trees and silver flowers are extremely bright, and that The smile seems to fade away all the background, so bright.

Hirano Bixiang's expression was nostalgic and sad, she was immersed in her own thoughts so she didn't notice that the child's hand was lightly grabbing the clothes, but the roots of her ears were quietly turning red.

Time passed extremely quickly, and there were many unexpected people and events. By the time Hirano Bixiang came back to her senses, it was already past eight o'clock.I got up and picked up the backpack full of papers and books, and just turned my head and didn’t take a few steps when I heard the sound of “crack cengceng” slippers pulling the ground behind me—I was still holding the photo album and refused to let go. The child has followed come up.

Next door is the study room, surrounded by bookshelves, many of which have no place to be placed and can only be stacked on the floor, even so, it is really not easy to place them in a neat and orderly manner.Even Keigo Atobe was amazed at the study with this appearance.Hirano Bixiang turned to the other side, opened the chair to indicate that he could sit down, and opened the laptop for him to play with, then went to the usual sitting position, and took out the manuscript paper and the text that needed to be translated.

Her mind was quickly immersed in her work. The child opposite raised her head and stared at her face with both hands, still holding the photo album. After a while, she slightly tilted her head and got up to start Look around the whole study.

all kinds of books.He walked slowly along the bookshelves and saw that there were books in almost every field, most of them were philosophy and aesthetics, psychology, and there were many original books in foreign languages. Chinese, German and Japanese.Then, I suddenly discovered that there were no history books in these books, not a single one, even political economy, but there was no history, and one of the shelves was full of fairy tale books, fairy tales from various countries and languages.

He looked back at Hirano Bixiang again, stood for a while, then sat back to the original place, and continued to remain silent.

Hirano Bixiang tidied up the table at ten o'clock and got ready to go to bed.Only then did he put down his pen and looked up, facing a pair of dark blue pupils, only then did he realize that the child had been staring at her quietly for an indeterminate amount of time.

"It's time to go to bed." She said slowly.I remembered that children need a lot of sleep, and I remembered that when I was my age, I would fall asleep as soon as it was eight o'clock.And his eyes were still clear, and he didn't seem to be a little sleepy at all.

Just when Hirano Bixiang gave up waiting for an answer, she heard a voice from the opposite side: "You haven't slept either."

She paused, thinking that in terms of the child's situation, the possibility of sleeping alone at night was zero, even if she was struggling, she would still compromise with her.Smiling slightly, he got up and took his hand and went back to the room to wash up.

He silently considered whether to shake it off, and finally let her lead him away obediently.

"Do you need to turn on the light?" She asked him before going to bed.

He raised his eyes and nodded hesitantly.

Hirano Bixiang left a lamp by the bed, reached out her hand to explore the side of the cabinet, and took out a lamp cover made of silk gauze to cover it, and the light dimmed. Rubbing his hair, lying on the other side.

Although summer is already approaching, Hakone is not hot in the first place. There are many forests in the nearby mountains, and the temperature is low. If you don’t pay attention at night, you will easily catch a cold.

I have not been lying under the same roof with others for many years, feeling the atmosphere here is different from ordinary, it is inevitable that I will not be able to sleep.Hirano Bixiang lay quietly on the spot for a while, breathing steadily with her eyes closed, and then she noticed a small movement beside her. The child turned around and looked at her without speaking, just watching quietly, apparently also sleeping. no.

Hirano Bixiang sighed softly in her heart, thinking about why this child is so awkward.The questions you want to ask are hidden, and you pretend to be very mature and indifferent;Obviously Tiantian was so stimulated, kidnapped, time-traveled, and displaced, but he didn't cry, didn't make trouble, and when he was most desperate, he just curled up and tortured himself.

Hirano Bixiang knew very well what these meant. At that time, she thought that she had a mental problem, and she had repeatedly analyzed herself through self-study psychology.And looking at the child's appearance, it is obvious that he lacks a sense of security, is sensitive and restless, is not good at communicating with others, withdrawn, strong and fragile...

Was it like this when Keigo Atobe was young?Quiet almost autistic?Even the bad luck of being kidnapped is used to relying on himself to calm down?Who could have imagined that the gorgeous and dazzling emperor would look like this when he was young?When he was high above the sky and sang his voice to inspire thousands of people to worship and cheer, could anyone see through his heart and stare into a certain empty corner of his soul?Did there ever bleed there until there was no more blood?

"Can't sleep?" Hirano Bixiang said softly, slowly opened her eyes, and turned to look at him.

The child was shocked, but immediately became quiet again, still not speaking.

She stretched out her hand, leaned over, and learned how when she was a child, she hugged the pillow and looked for her mother for comfort every time she had nightmares. The mother hugged her with a smile, gently hugged him into her arms, and touched his head: "Talk to me I don't know why you don't like to communicate with people, but not everyone can understand what you mean. Pain, suffering, fear, sadness, if you can't express it, it will accumulate more and more in your heart The thicker it is, the more it will eventually crush you...don't you feel tired?"

He was silent for a long time, just when Hirano Bixiang thought he still didn't want to answer, he heard a muffled voice: "Tired."

She smiled softly: "In this world, there are always too many things that we cannot refuse, but no matter how bad it is, fate still forces us to shed tears and try to accept its existence. Just like you Like coming here, it always has its reasons for doing this, you see, at least it saved you, didn't it?"

"It saved me." Keigo Atobe said softly, "If it's a little later, I will die."

Hirano Bixiang paused slightly with her hand, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against his forehead: "So you see, this is a miracle given by God. You survived, and one day in the future, it will bring you Go back, the chaotic trajectory will always return to the original path, and fate is attached to you in this way."

"I know," he said, with tears streaming down his face. "It's a miracle."

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