girl holding a notebook

When the sky was slightly bright, there was a heavy fog, and the undulating houses in the distance were shrouded in whiteness.It wasn't until dawn that the veil covering Kanagawa gradually showed signs of dissipating.

Such weather is not uncommon in April in Kanagawa.Like a child playing hide-and-seek, on a whim, when tired of playing, he will run home coquettishly.And Kanagawa only shows its unique charm after the fog dissipates, which is modern and classical.

It's like the High School Attached to Lihai University, which is located by the seaside of Kanagawa. Yes, April is the day when school starts, and such an early morning will definitely not be silent.

"Kong, Kong..." After the call, there was a knock on the door, violent and urgent, as if to wake up the people inside the door, "Kong, haven't you woken up yet?"

"Well... I'll be right there" the girl who was still a little confused shouted, her brown eyes were misty with water vapor, her mother was still as energetic as ever, she scratched the girl with messy hair and walked to the door with her bare feet, and opened the door.

Have you already gone downstairs? The girl looked outside the empty door, opened her mouth and yawned, two tears naturally fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Empty, come down quickly."

The girl who wanted to fall on the bed again stiffened her body and sighed inaudibly. Mom will always know what she wants to do, just like now.

Speaking of which, today is the first day of school, and she will also be promoted to a sophomore at Lihai University.Lihai University, which is known for its rigorous school spirit, should have nothing to do with her, but in fact she did enter Lihai University and passed the year smoothly.

She is not from Kanagawa, but moved here from Nagoya a year ago because of her father's work. Of course, the whole family moved here.Coincidentally, the neighbor's child was also studying at Lihai University, a senior student one level above her.The most important point is that the senior is from the tennis club. After a year, she also fully understands the concept of "tennis club" in Lihai University, no, it is the content among all the girls.

When I went downstairs, breakfast was already on the table.

"Good morning, Mom," the girl shouted to the woman who was walking out of the kitchen, while she pulled out a chair and sat facing the wall, from which she could clearly see the clock hanging on the wall.

"Morning, Kong," the woman replied with a smile, with a delicate and weak appearance, she couldn't imagine that it was the person in front of her who woke Kong up just now. "Today Kong will be promoted to the second year of Lihai University, come, this is a gift for entering school."

Kong took two exquisite gift boxes from the woman, apart from the different colors, there was absolutely no other difference.However, it is also conceivable that the father will not remember that he needs a gift box to send his daughter something. "Thank you, Mom." Kong said, "Did Dad leave without breakfast again today?"

"Yes," the woman said distressedly, "It seems that work is getting busier and busier these days."

The woman bit the toast, lost in thought following her own words.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, with only a slight chewing sound. Japanese breakfast is rarely seen in this home. Simple toast, jam, and a glass of milk can handle most mornings.

The sudden ringing of the bell at the Xuanmen broke the silence, like a soldier who had received a signal, Kong frowned and drank the remaining milk, "I'm leaving, mom."

Kong picked up the schoolbag on the sofa, and the clock on the wall pointed to seven twenty.The school starts at eight o'clock, and the empty home is not far from Lihai University. The reason for choosing such a time is that there are always unexpected things on the first day of school.

The asphalt road in front of the door is covered with a layer of crimson color by the falling cherry blossoms on both sides, and the blue sky is also faintly colored with the color of cherry blossoms. The road with few people is now a paradise for cherry blossoms.Of course, there were only few people there, and there was a white-haired boy with a relaxed expression standing under the cherry blossom tree.

"Good morning, Masaharu," Sora walked to Nioh's side.

"Morning, little girl," King Ni replied, his lax white hair curled up restlessly, and his skin was much fairer than many girls, which made Kong always want to confirm whether King Ni had smeared something on his body.Of course, such a thing can only be imagined in the heart, but it cannot be put into action.

"Did the tennis club not practice today?" Kong asked.

"No." The young man walking aside half bowed his waist and replied indifferently, his white hair was combed into short braids behind him.

Turning the corner of the street, the breath of the ocean is rippling around along the wind, and the color of indigo blends with the horizon in an unreachable place, turning into the same color of the sea and the sky.Looking at the school gate where the students filed in, Sora would unconsciously twitch the corners of his mouth, remembering the scene when he first entered Lihai University.

The seaweed boy who became No. 1 in Lihai University, the imposing Sanada-senpai, and the Marui-senpai who blows all kinds of bubbles, bumps into people while walking but has an apologetic attitude.Now it seems that why the tennis club is such a strange club.

"Pfft, little girl, do you want to get close to the telegraph pole?" King Ni grabbed Kong, who was obviously distracted, and the charred telegraph pole stood quietly in front of Kong.Just looking at it like this, Sora could imagine the swelling on his forehead after the collision.

A drop of cold sweat fell on the back of Sora's head, and Sora patted his chest, obviously heaving a sigh of relief, "Thank you Masaharu," Sora thanked, "Then, I'll go first, goodbye." Sora walked into the school first, which was an agreed behavior between the two After being besieged by a group of wolves and tigers, Sora didn't want to hurt himself all over because nothing happened.

Whether timid or fearful, that's what she is like in Hoshino Sora.

Walking into group F of the second year, students in dark green school uniforms sat scattered on the seats, gathered in groups of three or four and talked about interesting things about the holiday. No, go to the seat near the window and sit down.

"Kong" was caught off guard by someone hugging him from behind.

"...let go, Yui"

Sora shouted in a low voice, only Yui Hasegawa would do such a thing to her, and Sora grabbed the arms around his neck with both hands, trying to create some gaps.Feeling Kong's resistance, a dissatisfied voice came from behind, "Kong, haven't you missed me for so long?"

"Not at all," Sora deliberately said in a stiff voice, and the hand that grabbed Yui suddenly exerted force, breaking away the arms around the neck.Although I said this, I haven't seen him for a holiday, so Ira turned his head and stared at Yui, who had turned from sorrow to joy in an instant, "It seems to be a little darker."

Not noticing Yui's puffed bun face at all, Sora rested his chin and commented.The sun in April will not feel scorching on the body. If you stay in Japan, "tanning" will become nonsense, but Yui used this vacation to take a trip.

Perhaps it has something to do with heredity, Yui's family regards travel as an integral part of life.The clean cheeks were dyed a healthy wheat color, staring at a "really so" space, Yui's wrinkled bun face gradually shrunk, the raised eyebrows, and the curved eyes showed that the girl had changed. good mood.

Yui took out the photo in her schoolbag, the girl in the photo showed a smile like bright sunshine, overlooking from the top of the mountain, the forest that covered the sky and covered the sky with warm gold.Yui exaggeratedly told anecdotes and anecdotes during the journey.

The branches swaying in the wind outside the window, the friction between the branches and leaves made a reassuring sound, as if playing a melodious suite, making the heart longing and listening, the air is filled with the smell of green grass.

After school, every club will be lined up with many new students who come to join the club, but such a grand occasion as the tennis club, where the queues line up somewhere, can be regarded as a grand scene on the first day of school.

Compared with the tennis club, her literature club is much more normal.There is no heavy training, no need to report to clubs early in the dark, as long as a certain number of articles are submitted every week, perhaps, this kind of leisure will completely end after the minister graduates.

Sora scratched his long chestnut hair that was blown tousled by the wind in distress, he should find a time to cut it short, the long hair that took a year to grow is about to come to an end.

"Long time no see, Sora"

Seeing her like this, Sora didn't immediately put on a serious expression of "now she is the head of the Literature Department", but replied lazily, "Good afternoon, Ayako."

"Sora is still the same," Ayako said with a smile, and shifted her gaze to the freshman who was filling out the application for membership, "I almost forgot, Liu asked me to hand it to you."

It was the information about the Kamakura period that she asked Senior Liu to find beforehand. Because she happened to talk about this matter with Senior Liu, it was unexpected to get Senior Liu's help. "Thank you, Ayako," Sora thanked, took the two-finger-thick book in Ayako's hand, his arm suddenly sank, thinking of Liu who brought the book to school, Sora once again felt Liu's rigor and seriousness.

It was the first time he stayed so late at school, Sora rubbed his sore neck and turned it left and right twice, but there was no creaking sound as expected.Turning his head to see the materials on the side of the table, he propped his forehead and sighed heavily, just take a few copies back today.

The pale purple notebook was placed on the top, and the rich and thick color gave people an invisible sense of depression, like the sky before the rainstorm, depressing as if someone was holding back the throat.notebook?Sora stared at the topmost notebook in confusion. In his memory, the upper layer should be a novel about the Kamakura period. Could it be that he worked too long and had hallucinations, buried his face in his hands, and thought nonsensically, but still The above five books were brought home.

A strange notebook, sitting empty at the desk, trying to open the notebook abruptly, the sore feeling spread from the fingers to the arms, and the cheeks were flushed, even tried several times, but all failed.Unique curiosity prompted Kong to hold the notebook in his hand and examine it carefully. It was the same pale purple color. His slender fingers slid back and forth across the smooth notebook. The slow-moving fingers suddenly stopped, and the index finger exerted a slight force. Soft touch.

Sora, who never believed in the existence of supernatural events in the world, was still taken aback. He threw the notebook in his hand, and with a bang, the notebook hit the wall and was bounced to the ground.Bright red drops of blood oozed from the pulp of the index finger of his right hand.

The heart was beating abnormally and violently, as if broken, and only the sound of a stalled heartbeat could be heard in the silent space.

"What are you doing?... Pain" the choked child's voice, the notebook dropped on the floor, slowly floated in front of Kong, "Hey, don't go" the notebook floated in the air, shouted loudly, blocking the The air that rushed out of the door.

"Empty? What happened, Empty?"

Oops, the sound of footsteps getting closer, Sora swallowed unconsciously, with a trace of cold sweat seeping from his hairline, trembling hands, he glanced at the notebook monster floating in front of his eyes.

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and the woman poked her head and saw Kong sitting in front of the desk. She clearly heard the voice of a child, hallucination?Looking around, it was the same as usual. "Sora, did you hear the child's voice?"

"...No..., what's the matter, mom?" Sora turned his head stiffly and asked, pressing his hands on the drawer that was constantly being hit, cold sweat streaming down his spine.

"No, maybe I got it wrong"

The moment the woman closed the door, Sora relaxed his grip on the drawer.With his head down, he sat weakly on the armchair.

"I'm going to curse you... you..." The notebook that came out of the drawer shouted aggressively at Kong, and before he finished speaking, Kong grabbed it into his hand. Being so frightened by my mother, she also remembered what she had just said about unknown things. Dispelling his fear, he flicked the notebook up, down, left, and right curiously.

"...It hurts..., stop" Breaking free from the shackles of the sky, the notebook stretched its body that was pulled by force, the cover was soaked with tears pouring out of its eyes, why did it find such a person, the notebook regretted it at the beginning, pursed its mouth, the notebook Still fell in front of Kong.

"...I sucked your blood just now, so the contract has been formed,...don't hurt me, or you will be cursed." Realizing that Sora might do something bad, the notebook hastily stopped it.

"What curse?" If there wasn't much damage, she'd better throw away the notebook, or return it to Senior Liu. Why would there be such a strange non-living thing in Senior Liu's house.

The notebook frowned, "That...you will be crushed to death by a car when you go out, you will fall into an uncovered sewer, and you will be hit by a UFO for no reason..."

In short, people die in accidents.Kong frowned, looked carefully, and even the corners of his mouth twitched, "Well, I don't know why you are here, but" Kong's tone froze, he quickly reached out to grab the notebook and put it in the drawer, and took out the notebook in his pocket. The key locks the drawer.

Turning a deaf ear to the thumping desk, Sora rubbed his head, which was no longer functioning, and fell on the bed.