The fields of autumn, the village of fortune

After the wedding, Yukimura went back to the hospital.

Yukimura's parents stayed at Yukimura's house to organize the wedding venue.Miwako and the tennis club send Yukimura Seiichi to Kanai General Hospital.Knowing that Miwako came to Kanagawa for the first time, the people in the tennis club were very enthusiastic and introduced Kanagawa to her along the way, talking about many tourist attractions and places of interest.The red-haired Bunta emphasized several times that Kanagawa's chocolate biscuits are the best in Japan, and he kept introducing various dessert shops, including where they are and what star products they have.

At the gate of the hospital, the tennis club members were about to go home, and Miwako thanked them:

"As for me, I will live in Kanagawa from now on, please give me your advice."

The members were taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that since not long ago, Miwako, just like them, is a person who lives in Kanagawa.

"It's a strange feeling that the first time I came to a place, it wasn't just for fun. It's the first time I came to Kanagawa, and I'm going to live here from now on." Miwako thought to herself while watching the staff leave with Yukimura So, I became uncontrollably melancholy.

"Miwako."

Miwako turned her head, and saw Yukimura Seiichi smiling at herself under the light, her iris-purple hair looked extraordinarily soft.

"Let's go in."

"Ah."

After going through the admission procedures and settling in Yukimura, and after Yukimura apologized many times that she should not have been allowed to go back alone, Miwako left the hospital and returned to Yukimura's house alone.

Miwako rang the doorbell, stood in front of the closed Japanese-style gate, looked at the house number with "Yukimura", Miwako suddenly thought that she didn't seem to have the key to "home".

There was a sound of "dong dong dong" in the room, and the sound of clogs stepping on the steps, and then a crisp voice shouted: "Is it sister Miwako? I'm coming, please wait a moment!"

With a sound of "squeak", the door opened, and Yuki's little head poked out, with a joyful smile on his flushed face.Touching Yuki Tobi's soft purple long hair, he walked into the room while feeling why his hair was always dry and knotted.

Yukimura Hideko came out, took Miwako's hand, and said, "Thanks for your hard work, Miwako." Then, she took out something from the handbag hanging on her forearm, "Hey, I'm so busy ahead, I forgot about it .”

The open palm stretched out in front of Miwako, on which lay a key, the key to the gate of Yukimura's house.

Then, Yukimura Hideko introduced the layout of the mansion to Miwako, as well as Ms. Rokujo Hideki, the maid employed by the family.Liutiao is a slightly fat middle-aged lady with slender eyebrows and a round face.

Liujo smiled at Miwako in a respectful but kind tone like an elder, "Hello, ma'am."

After Miwako returned the gift, Yukimura Hideko asked Liutiao: "Have Seiichi and Miwako's rooms been cleaned up?"

"It's been sorted out, ma'am." Liu Tiao replied with a smile.

Miwako found that Ms. Liujo was always smiling, her eyes were narrowed, and she looked very kind and lovely.

"Thank you, Aunt Liujo."

Yukimura Hideko led Miwako to Yukimura Seiichi's room again.The bed had already been covered with a quilt, and two pillows were placed side by side; in the closet, the clothes brought by Miwako had been hung up, and next to them were Seiichi Yukimura's.

"It's been a hard day. You must be very tired. Rest early. If you need anything, don't worry about it. Tell me or Rojojo." Yukimura Hideko patted Miwako on the shoulder and said.

"Well, I see... Mother."

Hearing Miwako's words, Yukimura Hideko suddenly had a sore nose, raised her eyes to meet Miwako's peaceful gaze, paused, and still couldn't help saying: "Miwako, thank you..."

After Yukimura Hideko left the room, Miwako sat alone at the foot of the bed, looking around the world that once belonged to Yukimura Seichi.

Several pots of unknown plants were placed in front of the window sill, and one of them was still blooming.A small wooden sign was hung on each plant. What was written on it should be the name of the plant, but it was a bit far away and I couldn't see it clearly.Miwako is slightly nearsighted, so she doesn't bother to move forward at the moment.There is a clay pot piled up in the lower corner of the desk, and there are many tools in it, which seem to be used for gardening.

There was a photo on the table, a group of teenagers in khaki clothes, holding golden trophies in their hands.There is a pile of tennis supplies in the corner between the bed and the closet. There are old rackets that look like they have been used for a long time, and there are also brand new rackets that are sealed in packaging bags and have not been wrapped with strings. There are also tubes of tennis balls and rolled ones. Sports towels and more.

There is a bookcase on the left. After a cursory glance, there is a whole row of painting collections, encyclopedias related to animals and plants, and there are actually many poetry collections.There is also a book of French poetry on the bedside table.

The curtains are water blue, and on the wall beside the curtains is a folded wooden easel. At the foot of the easel are neatly arranged gouache paints, palettes, and a pen holder filled with various types of brushes.On the wall behind the bed hung an impressionist landscape painting of a yellow rice field in autumn.

Miwako chose the apparently brand-new pillow, tore off a corner of the quilt, and lay upright.After a while, she turned over vigorously, thought for a while, then pulled another pillow, hugged it by her side, and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

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