[Net King + Black Basket] Seijuro, your mother calls you to go home for dinner!

inside the tent.

Xun Li worriedly touched Seijuro's forehead to test the temperature, and he was running a low-grade fever.She checked his sprained ankle again. Fortunately, there was no fracture, but a strained ligament was inevitable.He may not be able to walk normally these days.

"It was a false alarm." She patted her chest and took a breath, and the beating heart finally calmed down.When she saw Seijuro in a comatose state, she almost fainted from fright, and walked back to the camp with her legs braced.

It was Masashi who carried Seijuro back to the tent.

She suddenly realized the existence of this person beside her, and cast a glance at him gratefully.He was carefully bandaging Seijuro's bruised ankle with gauze, and she caught a fleeting worry in his downcast eyes.

"Can you take a rest? I will guard him." The words that came to his lips could not help but flow out.

"No need." He frowned, perhaps because he was worried that Xunli would not take good care of Seijuro.

She curled her lips for fun, "I'll go out and get some food."

The other children were very concerned about the injured friend. They shared the snacks and candies brought by each family and wanted to send them to Seijuro, but because he was still in a coma, they didn't dare to disturb him.Zhou Zhu, in particular, still blames himself for this incident.

Xun Li said gently that it was all right, but also thanked Zhou Zhu, who was not surprised, for asking them for help at the first time.Zhou Zhu still sent a whole bag of unopened wasabi beans with an apologetic face—that was his favorite snack.

She wanted to go to the town to buy some food again, but the considerate parents took the initiative to contract the responsibility of preparing dinner, so that she could go back and stay by Seijuro's side with peace of mind.

So, she took a lot of colorful snacks and two bottles of rhinestones back to the tent——

"Hey, you're awake!?" Xun Li's eyes widened in surprise, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Seijuro's gaze was fixed on the two faces in front of him, and the memory of the previous second was still the nightmarish experience of falling off a small cliff.Even being in dry, familiar surroundings now couldn't soften the mental shock.

"Want some water?"

He tilted his head, saying no.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? When the children heard that you were injured, they all contributed snacks—you should thank them later."

He shook his head, then nodded again.I'm afraid Zhou Zhu, who witnessed the accident, was also frightened.Seijuro began to regret why he didn't listen to his advice.

"Is my leg broken?" He suddenly thought of something more important and tried to move his leg.

"You are very lucky, it's just a muscle strain, a sprained ankle, and some bruises and abrasions on your body." Xun Li explained the situation happily, "Xiao Zheng is very lucky~"

Masashi gave her a blank look, and wanted to say that she could actually omit the last sentence.

"Xiao Zheng, lie down first."

"Yes."

He obediently pulled up the zipper on his mouth, and lay down like a wooden stake in his father's spacious tent... Well, a family of three squeezed into the same space, and even the largest tent seemed very crowded at this time.

He took a deep breath through his nose, and he could smell the lavender perfume that Xunli rubbed on, as well as Yashi's dry and unique smell mixed with books and paper.

Coupled with myself, it is mixed with the smell of rain, cement and soil.

No one can fathom Sejuro's complicated mood at this time, his chest is already filled with some kind of emotion called "happiness" - he is so happy to see the faces of his parents when he opens his eyes!

I hope time freezes here and never flows again.

"Mom, Maple Leaf!"

"Silly boy, you didn't rush down rashly because of this, did you?" Xun Lian felt angry when he thought of this.As if she was the one who caused Seijuro's injury. "There are so many maple leaves, and I can't finish picking them up in autumn."

"..."

wrong.

Only this one is different.

Seijuro opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single syllable.In fact, he didn't know the difference between the leaf gifted by his mother—it was the first to be dyed with a bright color in the deep summer, the same color as his pupils and hair, and his mother's favorite red.

Masashi and Xunri left the tent one after another, Seijuro closed his eyes sleepily, the tent filled with the smell of family seemed to be a booster, gradually calming him down.

It seems that the camping activities will come to an end here, and they will return Qichen to the city tomorrow morning.

"I don't want it to end like this." He thought stubbornly, and must leave meaningful memories before leaving.But lying in the tent and unable to move, what practical and good ideas can he find?

Suddenly, an idea quickly formed in his mind.

"Well... yes." A sly smile rippling on his lips.I blame myself for being careless, let my parents work for him in vain all afternoon, it is better to let him compensate them in some special way (are you sure it is compensation w?).

Doing something together as a family of three...fun.

**

The shadow of the rainbow appeared in the clear sky after the rain, forming a wonderful scenery together with the golden red dusk.The children started the pre-departure dinner with cheers.

Seijuro quickly recovered from the blow, and with Xunli's assistance, he went out of the tent to have some dinner.Without her needing to take care of him, a group of little ghosts served him very well.

"Mina-san, CHEE—SE—"

Xunli picked up the phone and pointed it at Seijuro with a "click". Before he had time to adjust his facial expression, he kept a cute look, while Zhou Zhu next to him quickly stretched out his scissors hands to steal the spotlight, behind him was a bulging mouth Yuta is full of cherries.

"mom!"

"Oh, it's time to smile." Xun Li was a little disappointed, but he didn't want to press the delete button.She raised her phone again, "Be prepared this time."

"It's really enough..." Seijuro wanted to cry but had no tears.He really has nothing to do with his mother.

After eating and drinking, everyone broke up. The adults played cards by the campfire. Some mothers took their children for a walk in the town. Xun Li was worried about Seijuro, who was handicapped, and chatted with him in the tent to make daily routines.Masashi leaned aside and read his obscure books.The overall atmosphere is relaxed and cozy.

Kaoru is heartbroken to find that she and Seijuro have little in common.He has been busy with studies and additional courses since he was a child, and it is difficult to spare time to care about the games and cartoons that children of the same age love to chase.

She quit, took his hand and rambled about everything from the SpongeBob SquarePants Simpson family to Japan's Masked Fighter Tinker Cat, and finally concluded, "Has Xiaozheng's childlike innocence been eaten by Dad!?"

"I still know about Doraemon." Seijuro muttered depressingly.

Ya Shi rested one hand on his temple, and he could clearly hear the sarcasm.Xunli's face is really getting thicker... This woman was quite reserved on the train back then, why did she become more and more childish?

"It's very late." Xun Li stared at the watch pointing to the number 10, "I should go back, you should stay in Dad's tent today."

However, Seijuro grabbed her fingers firmly, and said under the suspicious eyes of the other party, "I want my mother to be with me."

...Xiao Zheng, you are acting like a baby.

Xunli was full of joy, but it would be embarrassing for her to spend the night with Masashi.

"But, the tent is not enough for three people." She glanced in the direction of someone guilty, and discussed with Seijuro in a flattering tone.

"Mom, I want to hear a ghost story." He ignored her complaints and made a very straightforward decision.

This is the rhythm of the instant upgrade of the coquettish attribute to the arrogant one! ?

Now it's Xunli's turn to cry, because just talking about those cartoon stories made his mouth dry.

But——I couldn't say the words of rejection.Seijuro is now considered a sick patient, how can she face a wrinkled and disappointed smiling face?

"Okay, okay, let me think about some ghost stories to tell..." Xun Li compromised.She didn't notice the smug look on Seijuro's face after he succeeded.

This small facial change was captured sensitively by Masashi.He raised his eyebrows, not intending to expose his son's harmless little conspiracy.

The ghost stories Xunli told were not scary at all.As a 100% atheist, Seijuro pretended to be "I'm afraid" and retracted half of his head into the quilt in order not to hurt his mother's heart after listening to it blankly.

"Don't force yourself... How about I tell another joke?" She comforted with worry. "A child went to her grandmother's house in the countryside for vacation. While playing outside, she saw a bird species she had never seen before - a peacock. So she ran back to the house and said to her grandmother in surprise: 'Look, grandma! There is a peacock in your family. Chickens are blooming!'”

"..." So what's the point of the joke?

Seijuro shuddered, the cooling effect of this joke was stronger than the previous ghost story.

After Xunli told several short stories in a row, Masashi closed the e-book with a "snap" to protest.

"I can't listen anymore." He commented bluntly and sharply.

"...Hey!" Xunli got shot in the knee.She has always wondered why this glamorous and noble president always beat her self-esteem mercilessly.Those women who chased him must have not seen his poisonous tongue.

"Then dad will tell a ghost story." Seijuro, who had been waiting for a long time, moved closer to him.

Ya Shi had anticipated his son's trick long ago, so he silently agreed.

Seijuro was still sandwiched between his parents, and Masashi found a comfortable position to lie on his side, and he didn't even need to spend time thinking about it, and the ghost stories came at his fingertips.

"'That summer, I was nine years old, and—I died...'"

Just from the very beginning, Xunli was amazed, and a chill climbed up his back.She and Seijuro listened to the story attentively, as seriously as if they were attending a lecture.Masashi's voice is as deep and magnetic as a cello, with a bit of deceptive charm - the main reason is because of the attractive story.

Strictly speaking, this is not a ghost story, with an ordinary protagonist, an ordinary place and time, from the perspective of a little girl who turned into a ghost after death, telling in an innocent tone that she was pushed off a tree by her closest friends , the process of corpses being moved to various parts of the village, the seemingly plain story is full of twists and turns, making people more creepy.

"'I, and my friends who were kidnapped and brought here, sang 'Bamboo Cage Eyes', echoing desolately and lonely in the warehouses of the factory. '" Masashi finished the last word softly, "The story is called "Summer, Hanabi, My Corpse", and the author is Yiyi. "

……

Kaoru and Seijuro almost bought their entire heads into the quilt.

"horrible!!"

"It's unspeakably weird!"

Obviously, their concentration was a lot behind Yashi.It's just that the two of them didn't know that Dad Sang had a hobby of reading horror novels, and he memorized them verbatim.

The gaffe of the two was fully seen by Masashi, he looked at the two amusedly, "It's too exaggerated, you guys."

"Xiao Zheng, I won't go back to my tent if you say anything this time." Xun Li added cowardly.

Seijuro, whose teeth were chattering, was not in the mood to be happy, and his mind was still endlessly looping the storyline explained by his father.Even with his parents by his side, he thought he would not be able to sleep well.

"Lights off, good night." Xun Li turned off the phone screen, and got into the quilt weakly.Two adults and one child took up the space, and she had to bend her knees and curl up next to Seijuro in a shrimp shape.

"Hmm..." Seijuro replied in a daze.

"Good night."

Masashi's voice was almost inaudible.

In the tent shrouded in darkness, there were three breathing sounds with different frequencies one after another, but the rhythm of two of them was relatively rapid.

Papa-san's inventive ghost story caps off the trio's less-than-perfect camping trip.

In the early morning of the second day, Xunli and Seijuro, who were in low spirits, were the last to pack their luggage and walked slowly towards the bus with dark circles under their eyes.I'm afraid the big and small will fall asleep as soon as they get in the car and touch the back seat.Xunli, who hadn't had enough sleep for two consecutive nights, even drifted forward.

Use one word to describe Seijuro's mood at this time—painful and happy.

"Xiao Zheng, do you want to come again next time?"

He looked down at his injured leg, "Maybe... the seaside would be better..."

"Hands up for support."

That's the plan for next summer~