[Natsume] When the sun shines

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is always so strong.

"It's nothing serious... Does your child stay at home all the time? Don't you know how to exercise? They're weak, just run more."

The middle-aged doctor in a white coat and a hearing aid hanging around his neck frowned and scolded the woman beside him. She stood aside with lowered eyebrows, like a child who made a mistake.

She took my somewhat cold hand, "Sorry, I was negligent..."

I lowered my head and looked at my light blue canvas shoes, the wide white laces were neatly tied, and the black ones were wrapped around my ankles, looking lazy.

"Did you hear me, run more." Xiao Hei whipped my other ankle with his tail, looking like he was in a position to be beaten.

On the way home, the blood-colored setting sun has spread all over the western sky, and the bright sunset glow reflects the undulating mountains in the distance extraordinarily vividly. Hayakawa is carrying a bag of newly bought medicine by his side, and his thin brows are slightly frowned. up.

"What kind of hospital do you go to? You'll be cheated if you go there." I muttered.

I'm physically weak, I haven't exercised much, just practice more, why I was forced to buy so many medicines is simply unreasonable.

"That's a hospital."

As if hearing my complaint, Hayakawa's frown eased, "You must follow the doctor's advice, and you can't sleep late in the morning."

"..."

My steps stopped.

"what happened?"

She also stopped and looked at me, a little puzzled.

The sunset is like fire, and the road in front of me is bright red. I slowly lower my head and look at the fine sand and stones under my feet, reflecting the brilliant light of the sunset.

It was decadent splendor.

I slowly shifted my gaze from her feet to her face, and said softly, "From now on...it won't happen anymore."

There are no more monsters crawling on my window lattice in the middle of the night to wake me up and pester me to listen to their stories.

Therefore, every night, I can have a good night's sleep, go to bed early and get up early, work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

How are you feeling?It was bone-piercing cold, like a sharp knife, ruthlessly stabbing his chest. This feeling was even more sad than when he learned that he had been betrayed.

"...Mu Mu, what's wrong with you?" Hayakawa was flustered for a moment, she stretched out her hand to stroke my wind-torn hair, "Don't cry."

I cried?

Yeah, I cried.

"It doesn't matter if you don't get up early in the future, you can sleep as long as you want..." She was very helpless, her tone seemed to be coaxing a child who hadn't grown up.

"I get up early every morning." I looked at her, the hazy mist blurred her figure in my eyes, and I heard my choked up voice, "I get up early every morning..."

"Hey, you don't have to feel so separated from life and death, do you?" Xiao Hei gave me a smack with his tail, "Shouldn't it be nice not to see monsters? Live a normal life..."

After talking about it, it felt a little guilty.

The life of normal people is really boring to it.

I tried my best to make myself laugh, and smiled a little better, "Let's go home..."

I want to see monsters, I want to think about it.

I miss Wuyue, the monster with round and bright eyes; I miss Wutong, the old man with a cane; I miss the monster who was betrayed by a child, with those black eyes; I miss Qi Ming, that little bat who can make people look around in Fengshui, I miss Xiao Nuan, that little butterfly who likes Qi Ming wholeheartedly, I miss...

I have always understood that monsters are an irreplaceable song in my life. From birth to now, they have always been irreplaceable.

Xiao Hei became silent and did not speak again.

After returning home, Hayakawa put the medicine on the table to cook, and I went directly to my bedroom, and there was a pile of things on the neat desk——

A multi-track poetry collection, Natsume's bento box, and Hayakawa's pocket watch.

The pot of Chlorophytum hangs there alive and well, the emerald green branches and leaves with little drops of water, reflecting the faint red light under the bright sunset, it is really beautiful.

I sat on the bed and slowly opened Natsume bento. Although the persimmon cake had cooled down, there was no way to erase the sweet and sweet scent. I picked it up and took a bite. The sweet and greasy taste of persimmon overflowed In the mouth, the soft and soft taste has a hint of coolness.

"Didn't she take it?"

Xiao Hei was about to snatch a piece of persimmon cake sneakily, but Hei's head was stuck in front of the persimmon cake. Hearing this, he froze, and then took a piece with lightning speed——"Well, what does it look like to die like a fool?" Fighting..." (It turned out to be taking it away) I saw it swallowing the persimmon cake with great difficulty, its golden eyes turned white from choking, and it took a long time to shake its tail and take a breath, "Then I don't know what happened Let it go again."

This pocket watch must be an important thing to Hayakawa.

Do you want to...leave it to me?

I lowered my eyelashes, picked up my pocket watch, finished off all the persimmon cakes in my hand, and turned around to go downstairs.Walking to the door, I tilted my head back and said, "Five persimmon cakes, I don't want to see one left when I come back."

Xiao Hei, who was stretching his head towards the persimmon cake, froze, and then immediately sat upright, with his tail coiled in several circles, and a black snake face that was very serious, "How can you say that, you don't believe my character?"

I looked at it with contempt, turned around and left.

How can I believe that a snake has character.

Downstairs, Hayakawa has already prepared dinner, fried bean sprouts that look good but not necessarily tasty, a plate of donuts, a plate of sweet bread and croissants, and a plate of stir-fried diced chicken...

Doesn't this combination make people feel weird?

But obviously the cooks don't have this self-awareness, she said happily, "This is my stir-fried chicken, you can sing it, um, the taste will definitely not be bad!"

"Give you."

I handed over the pocket watch.Hayakawa was taken aback for a moment, his expression gradually settled down, and he sighed.

I suddenly felt that I was so abrupt, is it... something wrong?

"I thought you liked it."

She shook her head, took the pocket watch, said nothing more, "Let's eat."

After I sat down, I took a soft sweet bun.

As for the stir-fried diced chicken that looks so good on the plate, I really... can't compliment it.

Because according to my past experience, for Hayakawa-ryu, a culinary wonder, desserts and desserts are his strengths. As for home-cooked dishes...the more attractive and beautiful they are fried, the more...horrible the taste.

What an unspeakable sadness.

I gnawed on the bread without changing my face, the sweet and soft taste was like the moonless bright eyes of the past.

At that time, the bread it handed me also tasted like this.

Time is really fast, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I am no longer that child, my little hands have grown up, and I can easily grasp many things...

But why do I still feel uneasy, fearful, and sad sometimes?

I was a little dazed, the undissipated smell of persimmon cake and sweet bread were entangled together, turning into an unknown sadness in my heart.

Wuyue, since then, I have never seen that little monster again.

Where will it be?

"I'm just a wandering little monster. Where there is evil, I will do justice."

The little monster back then had bright eyes, and faced my doubts, he just said something like this.

That memory has already become blurred in my recollection, but now it is suddenly remembered.

"Actually... I don't know what I am, I just feel that I should go to many, many places..."

"Haha, I'm actually a little monster who follows instinct."

"Don't you think it's very interesting? Wandering all over the world is also a kind of travel."

"You can see a lot of things..."

"Don't let your eyes be blinded by resentment. There are many beautiful things in this world. Although human beings are all bad, there are also many bad things that are not obvious."

"..."

What an unforgettable memory.

I'm in a daze.

"Does Mu Mu like this watch?"

The woman's voice was soft, and the sky had already dimmed. She turned on the light, and the warm and soft light illuminated the room. The watch was placed on the dining table, and the soft light reflected on it, shining lightly. Light gloss.

"...a beautiful watch."

Half of the bread in my hand had been eaten off by me, I was silent for a while, then nodded.

"Speaking of this watch, it is really an incredible thing."

Hayakawa ate a piece of croissant in his hand, then slightly bent his eyes, his eyes were bright and kind, "In retrospect, it still feels like a dream."

Curious by her words, I wondered, "What happened?"

"If I say it, Mumu will definitely laugh at me for dreaming." Hayakawa shook his head and didn't continue, "Let's eat."

"..."

I hate people who arouse people's curiosity and don't talk about it.

I took a hard bite of the sweet bread, looked at the pocket watch that shone softly under the warm light, and suddenly had a feeling——

The person who can own it must be someone like Hayakawa who is so gentle and unbelievably gentle.

Otherwise, how could it be kept so clean and beautiful.

That night.

The sky is full of stars all over the night sky, I lie on the desk, I can't fall asleep.

It has become a habit.

In the deep dark night, I looked up at the night sky with my chin in my hand, and saw the stars and the full moon.Waiting for one or a few lost monsters to climb up on your window sill and listen to them tell their stories.

It's a pity...now, it's no longer possible.

The demon power was suppressed more and more.

The ghosts with vague figures that were instinctively seen gradually disappeared.

Perhaps, right now, there are a few monsters with cute or intrusive appearances tugging at the corners of my clothes, hoping that I can see them and listen to their inner loneliness one by one...

Unfortunately, I can no longer see it.

"Little black."

Under the deep night, the golden eyes were shining in the corner of the wall.

"Tomorrow, I want to go to that city to see flowers."

"...Which one?"

I didn't answer, just looked in the direction of Natsume's house, looked at the persimmon tree with many leaves and withered leaves, and muttered to myself, "Tomorrow is Sunday."

The author has something to say: Sometimes I think, if one day, Natsume can no longer see monsters...would it be Amu's mood?

☆、Park X adoption