[Natsume] When the sun shines

We found a small newspaper office selling newspapers in front of an old school.

The reason why I came to this newspaper was because I had some impressions of the school next to it. When I was young, I vaguely heard about it from the children in the orphanage.

The school ten years ago was full of old colors, probably because the headmaster thought it was too old, so now it is being renovated.

The owner of the newspaper office is an old man. He is reading a newspaper in this small newspaper office at the moment. The old man wears reading glasses in a simple saddle. When he sees a visitor, he lowers his glasses like a wine bottle. Raise your eyes and look, "Buy a newspaper?"

The tip of my nose was lingering with the pungent smell of paint and wall porcelain from the direction of the school not far away. I rubbed my nose and hugged the tobacco in my arms, "Here...is there any newspaper from ten years ago?"?

"Ah, that time is a bit far away."

The old man at the newspaper office frowned, put the newspaper in his hand aside, stood up and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find it for you...but I may not be able to sell it to you, because those are things in my collection." .”

The thing from ten years ago has been kept until now, maybe because I have the idea of ​​wanting to collect it.

In fact, I thought the hope was very slim, but something like fate can always give you a little light when you feel that the hope is slim.

Just a little bit of hope in your heart is enough.

The old man brought out the newspapers he had collected, which were much thicker. Natsume went up to help, holding the thick newspapers in his slender arms, which seemed strangely uncoordinated. I put down the flowers and untied my gloves, and went up to help too.

Year after year of newspapers, the old man sorted them out very well.

We quickly found the newspapers of the year I left the city. There was a thick pile of them, which recorded many stories that happened in 360 five days a year. They may be evil or good, but in the end, with the passage of time, only It can be turned into typefaces one by one, deposited in the long river of time, and will no longer be remembered by the world.

The old man touched the traces on the newspaper with his hands, and a touch of nostalgia slowly filled his cloudy eyes.

Books that have been stored for a long time always have a strange smell. People always call it the fragrance of books. It is the agarwood that can only be transformed into after years of washing, and it is also a long-lasting memory and the yearning of literati and poets.

These newspapers obviously also have this kind of fragrance.

"What day do you want to see?"

he asks.

Natsume and I looked at each other.

The day I left was New Year's Eve...

"Hmm... Maybe we should look at the one from nine years ago?" I asked uncertainly.

The purpose of my coming to this city is to find out the truth about Cuckoo back then...but...

Is it because I didn't go to school? I just recalled now that I don't seem to have any clues.I took a sneak peek at the young man beside me, his slender fingers were pointing at the newspaper, and the pair of transparent eyes under the slender eyelashes shone with soft light, I seemed to be able to see the newspaper reflected in the depths of his pupils The typeface on it is so clear.

So clear that I can't bear to hurt it.So clear... On impulse, I used an unreliable excuse to bring him to this city, the city of my childhood.

I'm finally willing to admit that cuckoo or something may really be just an excuse in my mind.

What I think, read, and consider in my heart are all the warm smiles of the teenagers around me.

I never thought that before I knew it, I was really in deep trouble.

But, no.

As if time was flowing quietly, I recalled Gu Gu's empty but lonely eyes in the middle of the night.

I may, never see Goo Goo again.

However, I miss the hot water bag it left behind when the winter is approaching.Although the hot water bag was filled with cold water without temperature most of the time, it was enough to make me want to pursue the truth of the year.

I turned my gaze back to the newspapers, the harm Bei Yemu has done to me has passed... maybe these newspapers will contain the truth about Gu Gu back then.

"Boss, is there an earlier newspaper? 15 or 16 years ago."

I hear me say.

I have a vague impression that Gu Gu told me that the days of becoming a monster are only five or six years...

Maybe the newspapers will have the truth about what happened back then.

"What is Xiao Mu looking for?"

The young man helped the old man move stacks of newspapers, looked at me with some confusion and asked, "Do you need me to find it for you?"

"Of course we need, um... that is, the report about the teenager poisoning his own mother."

Looking for it by myself... I silently looked at the thick stacks of newspapers on the table, it will take a week to find it?How can there be so much time.

"The report?"

An old voice sounded, and the old man on the side helped his reading glasses, "I seem to have a little impression... That incident was a big deal back then, it seems to be a very influential company..."

The report more than ten years ago...can you remember it up to now?

I really wanted to complain, but after holding back for a long time, I chose to remain silent.

Children who are often the bottom one in the whole grade should not envy other people's extraordinary memory.Especially when the male god is next to him, the South Pole and the North Pole when he came... The picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it.

"let me see……"

As the old man said, he flipped through the newspaper and muttered to himself, "It's been a few years..."

Fortunately, this old man's memory is really... very admirable and enviable.

He quickly found the report in the thick stack of newspapers, and then smiled, "I just said, because this matter was very dramatic at the time."

I picked up the newspaper he found, and the huge report was very eye-catching——

"What is the morality of a teenager feeding his mother sleeping pills?"

"Huge wealth attracts prying eyes, conscience..."

"..."

"Don't read this report." The old man smiled and turned a page. The newspaper sewn with cotton thread carried an old-fashioned atmosphere, and was quietly opened by the old man. "This child has been wronged."

"Clan uncle framed, people have ulterior motives..."

"The young man has been wronged..."

"..."

The black-and-white photo was on the newspaper. The young boy's thin body was kneeling in front of his mother's mourning hall. Qian stubbornly straightened his shoulders in front of the reporters' cameras. He stared blankly at the black-and-white photo of his mother on the mourning hall. The sadness and despair revealed seem to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, seeping into the heart bit by bit, smearing a soft sadness.

Just a misunderstanding.

The teenager bought medicine for his mother who had a cold, but the medicine was replaced midway, so he poisoned his mother to death...

It was a very simple scam, but it took advantage of the trust between people and caused irreparable consequences.

"Now...how is that boy?"

Maybe out of pure curiosity, maybe out of relief for Goo Goo, I asked.

"I started a company by myself, and now it has become a big company, haha." The old man seemed to be emotional, "Life is impermanent, and it is not easy for children from single-parent families."

one-parent family……

I just noticed that this boy has no father.

She lived with her mother for so many years, but in the end she ended up with such a tragic ending.

And Cuckoo... because of this, he turned into a fierce ghost made of resentment, demanding his life every day like those children contaminated by hostility.

Just a simple misunderstanding.

But I don't know what's going on with Cuckoo now.

But... No matter what, I can't see Gu Gu anymore, even if it stands in front of me now, I can't see it anymore.

"Well... do you know what that boy's mother looks like?" I asked the old man.

The old man thought for a while, "There should be some in the newspaper."

He opened the newspaper, searched for a while, and soon found a photo, "She is a strong woman in business, and there are still quite a few photos, although the pixels at that time were a bit blurred..."

I saw Cuckoo's appearance during his lifetime on a huge newspaper headline.

Elegant long hair, slightly raised eye corners, wearing a beautiful red dress, holding a goblet of wine in a slender white hand, with a shrewd and capable look.

This is a strong woman, but she treats her children with strictness and love, with the seriousness of a father and the kindness of a mother.

However, because of a mistake, he died in the hands of his own child.

It's a pity in life, but that's it.

I put down the newspaper and asked the teenager beside me, "Do you want to go back?"

The boy looked at me, and my appearance was reflected in his warm eyes, "Xiao Mu, is there nothing else to look at?"

Yes, of course.

But now I suddenly...don't want to watch it.

I covet the beauty of the present, covet the blueprint for the future, and covet every minute and every second with the boy I like.I was suddenly a little scared, if the familiar past and betrayal were all lies with a reason, I would be at a loss and didn't know what to do.

It's like using my own experience to teach me not to trust my relatives, but that teenager, her relatives, her children, were at a loss when she caught a cold and fell ill. They could ask the housekeeper to buy medicine, but they came in person in the heavy rain. I went to the pharmacy to buy it, but panic caused chaos. When the hot water was boiling, the uncle who was visiting the house changed the medicine. The old housekeeper was also one of the suspects.

What a mind-boggling answer.

"If you still have a knot in your heart, why don't you untie it?" The young man's voice was gentle and gentle, like a breeze, "Xiao Mu's frowning is not good at all. If you don't really let go, even if you see the boundless neither the sea nor the sky can feel happy and free."

The frostbite on his hand began to feel slightly hot.

Without the demon power, everything about me seems so thin.But looking at me with the transparent eyes of the boy next to me, I felt that my body seemed to possess a power stronger than demon power.

It can give me the courage to face everything that belongs to me.

Finally, I lowered my eyelids and said softly, "Boss... ten years ago, did something big happen? Well, about a... girl from a human trafficker."

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