[Natsume] When the sun shines

A beautiful girl came to the orphanage.

Said to be a volunteer.

I was at the corner of the house, quietly looking at that pretty girl.There is a dilapidated blue wind chime on the eaves, probably because of the wind and sun, suffering too much time, the paint on it is almost gone, and its muddy color can be vaguely seen.

I love hiding under this roof, rain or shine.

Because as long as there is wind, the wind chime will sing, the clear and ethereal sound is like the only truth in this dirty world.

nice, true.

There was a slight wind blowing by, I turned my eyes away from the beautiful volunteer, and looked at this worn-out wind chime that could make a nice sound. Crisp sound.

Sometimes, the more inconspicuous and unbeautiful things are, the more beautiful and real they are.

The rules of this world are strange and interesting.

"Hey, there is a beautiful wind chime over there."

The girl's voice was crisp and clean, and I looked over subconsciously, and saw her surrounded by a group of children, and the smile on her lips was as gentle as a crescent moon in the middle of the night.She looked in my direction, her eyes curved, "The kid over there, why don't you come and play with us?"

"That monster!"

"That monster is there again!"

There was the sound of children screaming, and I saw the terrified faces of the girls, and the way the boys bent down to look for pebbles——

I raised my head slightly, and took a last look at the wind chimes blown by the breeze above my head. Some rusty old wind chimes made nice sounds, like gentle elves singing.

I turned around to go.

"Hey, wait a minute."

The good-looking girl is wearing a blue short down jacket with beautiful white fluff on the sleeves and neckline. Underneath are neat blue jeans and a pair of cotton light blue canvas shoes. She seems to be afraid of the cold. Also wearing nice black bear gloves.She walked towards me, and the children behind her stared at me with extremely unkind eyes, jealousy, disgust, fear, even... hatred.

I'm scared.

No joke, it's true, it's scary.

I am afraid of human emotions, as if there is nothing but malice.

That girl came to me. She had extremely beautiful dark blue eyes, but there was a layer of fog that made it impossible to see through.

However, I felt her kindness.

From human kindness.

She took off the glove, which was a beautiful and clean bear glove, and then took my hand. Because it was not well protected, the frostbite was very severe, red and swollen, like a pig's trotter.

I don't know why, but an uncomfortable feeling surged in my heart, which made me subconsciously want to withdraw my hand.

Later I learned that this feeling is called inferiority complex.

But this girl smiled, she pinched my wrist, and gently put the gloves on for me, her dark blue eyes curled up, and the mist seemed to turn into soft water, soaking my heart, "Female The child's hands are very important and must be well protected."

The warmth of the gloves on my hands made me feel dazed for a moment.The sunlight behind her shot into my pupils together with her figure, the shattered light pierced into my heart bit by bit, into the most important softness in my heart——

Let me feel that the whole world is sunshine.

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"Do you know how to read?"

That girl is Kitano Jun, and she often comes to our place to do volunteer work.

Every time she came, I would silently stand under the wind chime and watch her.The sky was very blue and clear, and the wind was very quiet. I looked at her with my gloves on, and wanted to talk to her every time, but I didn't know what to say every time.

So I just stood there, listening to the sound of the wind chimes, and kept silent for a long time.

But I don't know why, but every time she sees me, she walks towards me, smiles and talks to me, "Yo, here it is again."

I looked up at her, not knowing what to say.

But she was very talkative, squatting down to chat with me, her dark blue eyes were shining beautifully, "Well, what's your name?"

name?

I was a little nervous as I had never had such a friendly exchange with anyone. I pinched the corner of my clothes and said in a low voice, "My name is Mu."

Mu, my name is Mu.

This is a name given to me by a monster. That monster has a habit of giving names to people, so he stays in the orphanage all day long. Whenever a child whose name is unknown is sent in, it will happily think about the name for a long time , After thinking it over, he invaded the aunt who specially named the children in the orphanage, and threatened her to give the named child the name she wanted to give to the child.

But its name is not groundless, it has a pair of deep eyes, according to his bragging... no, according to him, he can see the soul and future of every child.

But the monster who loved to name it is no longer here.

Before I knew it, I had been in this small orphanage for six years.

"Mu, it's a nice name. Don't you have a surname?" The girl smiled, "My name is Kitano Jun, Bei, Ye, Jun."

Jun Kitano.

"No surname." I answered very seriously.

"Okay." She seemed a little distressed, but soon became excited, "Then do you know how to read?"

"..." I looked at her in confusion, "Is it... writing?"

No one taught me human characters, but some little monsters were very excited to teach me how to draw ghosts and symbols.But what I drew...

The little monster said to me with low self-esteem, "Master Mu, your painting is more like mine."

At that time, I was really complacent, but now I think it's hard to be proud of painting like ghosts and symbols, okay?

"Yes, is there a writing club?"

She didn't wear gloves, her white and beautiful hands were clean, she picked up a twig from the ground, "Well, it's like this... Bei, Ye, Chun."

The handwriting she wrote is very beautiful, with a thin and powerful aesthetic feeling. The combination of those three words made me feel like a stick figure.

I shook my head, "No."

There was no snow at that time, but the winter was still terribly cold, and even the sun was hard to see, she squinted and smiled and said, "Then let me teach you, really, it's a bit nervous to be a teacher for the first time. "

How did it feel?

I lowered my head, looked at my dirty cotton shoes, and said, "OK."

"Take me to where you live. Well, does Mu Mu live with other people?" She paused and asked in a very soft voice.

I shook my head, "No, I live by myself."

No one wants to live with me because of fear, or some other, strong emotion.

For example, hate.

"Take me to take a look." I don't know if it's my illusion, but when I said I lived by myself, she seemed to be smiling more happily, her dark blue eyes were curved, like a cloud of beautiful mist, "If you live alone, it should be easy."

She stood up and took my hand.

Do you dare to love this world?

Do you dare to love to love human beings?

When I was pulled up, I thought, maybe, even if the whole world hates me, as long as there is one person who is willing to hold my hand, then I will dare.

I brought her to my house, and she frowned, as if out of habit, "You live in this kind of place? Is this... a warehouse?"

"I don't know." I slowly rolled my eyes, and the corners of my mouth curled up, "But, I like it very much."

I was driven here four years ago because of human fear and loathing.

But I like this place very much. Maybe the warehouse is very dilapidated, maybe it is very cold in winter and very hot in summer, but I think it is very good here.

This is the most remote place in the orphanage. Although it is not very big, there is actually a tall sycamore tree at the entrance of the warehouse. It must have been planted here for a long time. The trunk is very thick and the crown is also large. It can be seen in summer There is a little shade, and in winter, I like to sit on the threshold of the warehouse, hold my chin and raise my head, looking at the tiny sunlight missing from the mottled branches.

At that time, I will feel very peaceful, very peaceful.

"I want to write."

I heard me say slowly, "I want to write the same beautiful characters as you."

Her frowning slowly relaxed, as if she had thought of something, her dark blue eyes glowed beautifully, and she said, "Okay, yes, but..."

"Can I come to your place often?"

She was very sunny when she smiled, and I almost thought that the sun accidentally gave her all of his sunshine.

But then I found out that I was wrong. People who smile very sunny may not be because their hearts are also very sunny, but more because they put all their sunshine on their faces, so their hearts are dark. frightening.

I also smiled, it was a smile from the heart, I heard my brisk voice, as if I had unloaded a big burden, "Okay."

Since then, Jun Kitano has come here every day.

She went from being a volunteer to being a full-time employee, which made me wonder.Regarding my confusion, she just patted my head and smiled, "I'm 20 years old. It's normal to find a job to support myself. Isn't Mu Mu happy? This way I can spend more time with you It's over."

I blushed slightly and lowered my head, "No, it's just... a little pleasantly surprised."

I like it very much, it is as gentle as a sister, and it feels like a family member.

"Hey." She bent her eyes, "Has Mu Mu ever thought about wanting to have my surname?"

"..."

At that time she was teaching me to write, she bought paper and pen, soft paper and a beautiful pen, the pen felt very smooth when writing.

My hand shook slightly as she said this, leaving a tiny trail of ink on the paper.

What a feeling that is.

That feeling of being recognized makes me feel...unforgettable in this life.

So I slowly put down the pen, lowered my head, and made a very small voice.

"it is good."

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_ I am so embarrassed that I was guessed by the plot

The next chapter is also a reminiscence plot, it won’t be too long... I deliberately compressed it, because I will go to Shanghai in August, and there is no guarantee for updates, so I can only save the manuscript desperately, which leads to... Unexpectedly, Calvin.

I wrote this article like flowing water. Half a month ago, I coded a chapter and saved it. Xinghu will not get stuck at all.

Recently, I struggled with six thousand calories a day

Well, sorry, actually a large part of the reason is that when I typed, I was concerned about the copy and when I typed the book, I was concerned about the codeword...

Enough to write so much, in fact, I just want to summarize...

...Thank you for loving me so much, I feel guilty for failing to live up to your expectations.

So I have been so long-winded... I swear, these days at home, I will finish coding [-] words and save the manuscript every day before going to the scumbag game.

Also...the comments all come out at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night _(:з」∠)_, don't you guys rest, stay up late or something...it will cause dark circles (enough, you can write until ten Sorry to say two o'clock

Thank you again for your love (bow

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