You are a predestined person [comprehensive]

"Do you remember how to get there?" There was a distance from the noodle shop, and Yato looked around.

Natsume didn't stop at his feet, and said, "For Daimachi, walk along the banks of the Shirokawa River and go west."

"You remember it very clearly." Before Natsume could speak, Yato said to himself again: "That's right, you only came here last year."

"I've always remembered this clearly. When I was young..." Natsume started and then stopped.

Yato urged him: "What happened when I was young? Keep talking."

"It's just that once I was homesick and asked my uncle the address of my home. I still had a fever in the middle of the night and ran westward along the river bank, as if my parents would wait for me at home after running back." Natsume finished. I smiled to myself, "But this is simply impossible. No matter how much I shout and run, there will be no one in that house, let alone anyone waiting for me at home, and no one will respond to me."

Yato hugged his shoulders and squeezed his ears comfortingly twice.

Natsume turned his head to look at the slowly flowing river, the green grass on the bank was very green, revealing the lushness of summer, "Actually, children are also very good, there will always be some unrealistic expectations. Be realistic and stop doing these meaningless and sad things.”

"How did you grow up?" Yato squeezed his thumb and index finger together, and gestured in front of Natsume, "Compared to me, you are only a little bit bigger."

"I know that Yato is a god, a god who has lived for a long, long time."

"What's the matter with your disgusting tone?" Yetou glared at him, and his eyes softened after a few glances. "It's fine to look young, and besides, his mental age is also very young."

Natsume sighed helplessly, whether it was him, Xue Yin or Teacher Mao, they had never choked on Yeto.

The road to Natsume's house in Daimachi is not close, but it's not too far either. It's within acceptable walking distance, and listening to Yato chatting all the way, it feels like it won't take too long to get there.

Yato finally let go of the hand on his shoulder.

Natsume took advantage of Yato's inattention and touched his ears. I don't know how many times he was pinched by Yato along the way, and it's hard to tell him not to touch it. Slandering.

"Natsume, it looks like no one has moved in yet." Yato ran ahead, saw the sign of Natsume's house at the door, turned around and waved at Natsume.

Natsume walked over and pushed open the iron fence.

There was a thick layer of dust on the steps at the door, and Natsume raised his hand to touch it, and the number plate of "Natsume's house" was engraved on it, "It should be that the person who bought the house has not moved in, otherwise the number plate should have been replaced."

"But I don't have the key anymore," Natsume looked down at the doorknob, as if thinking of something, his tone became cheerful again, "What should I do, my lord?"

Yato spread his hands: "I don't know."

Natsume looked at him and said nothing.

"Okay," Yato sighed, and picked up a twig from the side of the road, "Why did I, Yato, be reduced to this kind of job of slipping doors and picking locks!"

Natsume looked at his proficient lockpicking posture, and couldn't help but ask, "You don't do this kind of thing less often, do you?"

Click.

The door lock turned twice, Yato turned the handle, and the door opened.

"I used to do things with money, and unlocking was also within the scope of my business." Yetou explained confidently.

Natsume reached into his pocket for a coin.It's been a long time since I made a wish with him, and I have forgotten the rules of five yuan coins.

"Hey hey," Yato patted his wrist, "I won't take your money."

Natsume froze for a moment: "Why?"

"That," Yato scratched his hair, "what's the relationship between us? It's embarrassing to charge money."

Natsume silently stuffed the coin back into his pocket.So what is our relationship?That's the whole story...

Originally, going home was a psychologically uncomfortable thing for Natsume. I hesitated for a long time before deciding to come back and take a look at the house before it was sold. This time with Yato, my mood seems to be a little different. , there is no feeling of wanting to escape, and it doesn't feel too heavy.

He pushed open the door.

In the empty room, under the sunlight, there are bunches of flying dust floating.

Although no one would respond, but still wanted to say something, Natsume clenched his fist lightly.

"I am back."

He lifted his foot and walked in.

Just two steps away, Yato stopped him outside the door.

"What's wrong with Yato?" Natsume looked back at him suspiciously.

"You come out first." Yato grabbed Natsume's arm and pulled him out of the room.

"Eh?" Natsume watched Yato pull him out, walked into the room by himself, and closed the door with a flick of his hand.

What is this for...

"Yato!" He called out from the door.

Yato's voice came from behind the door: "Come in now."

Natsume turned the doorknob down and opened the door.

Yato stood on the floor behind the entrance with a serious expression, "Speak."

"Say... what?" Natsume was stunned.

"What did you just say?"

Just now?Natsume thought back, and suddenly understood.

He closed the door behind his back and shouted loudly: "I'm back!"

"Welcome home." Yato gave him a big smile.

It's like a sitcom played by children, it's silly, but very warm.

The slight sense of loss just now disappeared in an instant.

"I lived in this house with my father for two years." Natsume took Yato to visit the house. "Actually, I don't really remember it. By the way, here are the pictures I drew when I was a child."

Natsume pointed to the corner next to the kitchen, "I found it when I came last time."

Yato squatted down to have a look, and commented: "It's cute."

Xia Mu smiled.

"There should be one here too," Yato walked into the room and opened the closet, "Sure enough."

"What?" Natsume also came over, "Huh? I didn't even know there were more here."

In the closet are three small people drawn by Natsume holding hands, a family, imaginary parents and him.

"I saw a lot of photos in your closet last night when I was picking up clothes," Yato said, "Have you developed a habit since childhood, using the closet as a secret base?"

Natsume smiled and closed the closet door.

No matter how long it has been, as long as you think about things related to them with your heart, there will always be an uncontrollable sadness.

Yato opened the drawer of the desk beside him, and there was a box of damaged brushes and a few pieces of paper with yellowed edges inside.

"Will you come again in the future?" he asked Natsume.

"Probably won't come," Natsume tried hard to restrain his emotions, trying to relax himself, he forced a smile, "I can't break into private houses every time, after all, this place has been sold."

"Want to remember this house?" Yato took out the brush and paper.

Natsume looked at him.

"I'll help you draw it."

After finishing speaking, I felt a little embarrassed, Yato coughed twice, "I'm very good at drawing, let me show you my skills."

Natsume sat by and watched Yato draw.

Yato didn't lie or talk big. He is really good at drawing, and he draws very fast.

The iron fence outside the door, the gate of "Natsume's house" hanging beside it, the entrance, living room, kitchen, and even the graffiti Yato in the corner of the kitchen and the closet of the bedroom are all perfectly drawn.

Natsume watched Yato draw his childish graffiti, and felt a little embarrassed. Let alone before, even now, he was joked by his classmates as a soul painter...

The rustling sound of the crayons on the paper was very pleasant, and Yato was drawing very seriously. Natsume watched quietly from the side, and it had been a long time before Yato realized that he had finished drawing.

The sun was about to set, and the last golden rays of sunlight were unreservedly sprinkled in the backyard.

Yato pointed to the steps in the backyard, "You sit there, I will draw the last one."

He moved a bench over and spread the paper on it.

Natsume sat on the steps and looked back at him, "Is this okay?"

Yeto tilted his head and bit his pen, pointed to the side, "Turn a little more."

Natsume turned sideways, "What about this?"

The sun shines on the boy's soft hair, his eyes are very clear, and the corner of his mouth has a gentle curve. In front of him is a large piece of golden sunlight falling on the wooden floor, and behind him are the distant mountains and the lush green grass in the summer backyard .

Yato blinked, "That's it."

He lowered his head to draw on the paper, occasionally looking up at Natsume.In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, he can clearly remember such a beautiful scene in his heart at a glance.

"Yato," Natsume said, "I remember my father said that there seems to be flowers planted by my mother somewhere in this yard. I don't know what kind of flowers they are, but they haven't bloomed again. They didn't bloom when I came last time." , not this time either."

There was a hint of disappointment in his tone. .

Yato looked up at the backyard, "It will bloom."

"I remember my father would hug me and sit on the steps to bask in the sun. The sound of the wind chimes was very nice. He would touch my hair. I remember my father always smiling. He was very nice and gentle... ..."

Natsume's voice gradually dropped.

Yato put down his pen and handed the finished picture to Natsume.

The scene is exactly the same, the difference is the brilliant blooming flowers behind him.

"It's blooming." Yeto patted the top of his head lightly, "Your mother planted the flowers."

When the tears came out, Natsume didn't know, until the drops fell on the drawing paper, he raised his arm suddenly to block his eyes.

Obviously, I have made up my mind not to cry out, to remember, or to suffer from these things that cannot respond to me.

But still can't hold back.

From the moment I saw the painting in the closet, the memories and longings that were sealed in the deepest part could not be restrained and slowly surged up.

Yato removed Natsume's hand covering his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Natsume apologized in a hoarse voice.

It was originally a trip to go out happily, but because of his own emotions, it affected Yato's mood.

Natsume stood up and wanted to say let's go now, if he stays here, he will just feel depressed involuntarily.

But he couldn't say it.

Yato hugged him.

When Natsume was young, he felt that people are really strange. They can be very strong when they are alone, but once they get comfort, they will become weak immediately, just like those classmates who were wronged in school when he was in the lower grades. The more the parents coaxed, the more they cried.

Just like now.

Obviously the tears have stopped, but with a warm hug, a shoulder that can hide the tears, and a pair of hands gently stroking behind his back, he seems to be wronged again.

He tried very hard to restrain this emotion, but he couldn't suppress the sadness no matter what.

"Natsume," he heard Yato whisper in his ear, "you are no longer alone, you have a new home, you have new friends, you are not wronged but can only live on the river bank You don’t have to make yourself so strong anymore, the child who secretly cried alone in the base.”

"And me," Yeto patted him lightly on the back, "I will always protect you, you can tell me whatever you want, I can help you realize any wish, no matter the cost, I... want to To be with you always."

"I like you."

The author has something to say: Yetou: No money for daughter-in-law's wish

Showing a strange aunt-like smile

Rounding off to meet parents and friends! !

In addition, Yato is really a big touch_(:з」∠)_