My friends are all over the profession

The old tram shook a little, and made a slight "besides" sound, and the cold windows became warm with their faces pressed against them.

Take a look, take a look, and then—

[Is there a problem? ] Saiki Kusuo turned to look at him.

"No, it's nothing!" Takashi Natsume was like a frightened kitten, almost bouncing off his seat in fright.

"No, there is still something." Takashi Natsume lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Thank you yesterday."

The 30-meter-deep pit was finally solved by Saiki Kusuo, simply going back in time.

[nothing. ] Saiki Kusuo turned his head a little guilty.The big pit and so on are just things that are solved incidentally. The elementary school will become like that, and it is because of his leakage of super powers.

"Thank you very much. Without you, I don't know what to do." He didn't have so much money to lose.Not to mention whether his relatives Takagi and his wife are willing to compensate him, even if he is willing, he will grow up with the guilt of "causing trouble to others".

[…] Saiki Kusuo didn't know what kind of expression he should use to treat his brother's friends.

If he hadn't been there in person yesterday, his impression of Natsume Takashi was at best "my brother's friend, a little introverted, a very poor kid", that's all.

"Teacher Wutiao, be careful, hold my hand carefully, don't jump around! There are people coming and going on the tram, it's very unsafe for you!"

When the atmosphere was awkward, Qi Muqing came back with Gojo Satoru.

"Nan Jiang ~ Naz Baa ~ Look, look! Qingzhen bought me a lot of thick dim sum~~~" The man with a little blush and pink bubbles on his cheeks did not have the self-consciousness of a 1.9-meter adult at all. Twist the body, up to three and a half years old!

[…] Saiki Kusuo was speechless, [Didn’t you go to the bathroom? ]

Going to the toilet hand in hand is indeed something that a three and a half year old child will do.

Two three-and-a-half-year-old Saiki, soon to be seven-year-old Haruma was obviously a breeder, and pushed the Wutiao problem children who had been twisted into cats and cats and couldn't help eating snacks on the way back to their seats, and then put each child in Wujo Satoru's arms Put all the thick snacks on the small table: "Anyway, there is still a distance, let's eat snacks and play games to pass the time!"

Gojo Satoru, with a delicious stick in his mouth, responded vaguely: "Yes, yes, let's compete to see who eats the most!"

One, one, and three took the tram to Natsume's house.

The "Natsume" house, the home where Natsume's mother, Natsume's father, and Natsume Takashi once lived.

The chaos yesterday was caused by the intervention of Saiki Kusuo and Gojo Satoru, neither the adults nor the police pursued it.

It's just that Harumo Saiki never separated from Takashi Natsume, the two little guys slept in Harumo Saiki's room last night, together with Seiichi Yukimura and Megumi Fukuro.

I don't know what they said last night, but when I woke up this morning, Sai Muqingzhen held the piggy bank and said that he would take Natsume Takashi home.

Although Qi Mu's mother was naturally dumbfounded, she also knew that Natsume Takashi was transferred to a relative's house because of the death of both parents.

Saying "death" to a child is a cruel and complicated thing, and while hesitating, Qi Muqingzhen has already prepared the equipment.

"Even if I can't see my father and mother, it's still Guizhi's home. Isn't it a matter of course for children to want to go home and have a look?!" Qi Muqing really held her hand, and the fleshy little hand didn't know when It is no longer to the extent that she can easily wrap her up.

"Sunny really..."

"Don't worry, Nanxiongni has promised me that he will go with us!" The smile is bright and warm, but the amber eyes are no longer ignorant and dazed.

Although Saiki Kusuo was with him, it was too dangerous for the three children to travel long distances and change cars several times to Natsume's house—at least in the eyes of outsiders.

"I'll go with you too!" Gojo Satoru, who willfully skipped the smelly and long meeting, volunteered.

The four-person home search team is officially established!

Natsume's house is not very big, and the place is very remote, but the small house is very warm just looking at it from the outside.

Qi Muqing really raised his head and stared at the sign with "Natsume" outside the wall for a long time.

"Wow! It's all weeds!" The active and familiar Gojo Satoru had already rolled over Natsume Takashi in his arms.They don't have a key, so naturally they can't take the usual way.

"Qingzhen, do you want me to carry you here?!"

Before Saiki Haruma answered, Saiki Kusuo said [I will take care of Haruma, shut up! ] to block back.

Saiki Haru really didn't notice the small conflict between Saiki Kusuo and Gojo Satoru, all his attention was on Natsume Takashi.

"Natsu?" Saiki Haruma took his hand and lent him his strength as Yukimura Seiichi said.

Natsume Takashi turned his head to look at him, pointed to the dusty corridor, tears welled up unknowingly: "In the past, my father would hold me here to bask in the sun. There are snacks, and there are teacups. Juice. Lying on Dad's lap, Dad will tell me stories and put me to sleep."

These things, because they are too beautiful, when he thinks that his father is gone, he will desperately want to forget.

If I forget, it won't be so uncomfortable... right?

"Why, there are monsters, but no ghosts? After death, why can't they exist in the form of ghosts?" Tears wet the whole face, and the world became hazy and blurred. "Why, I want to see Monsters, not parents?!"

His mother died shortly after he was born, and his father stayed with him for a few years, which is not considered long, and he also left this world.

There are so many monsters he can see, why can't he see his father and mother?

Qi Muqing really couldn't answer.People who have not experienced this kind of pain are not qualified to say some comfort to him from above.

The small house hadn't been lived in for a few years, and the main family left one by one.

"Takashi, is this a painting you drew?" Saiki Haruma pointed to the train tracks on the floor with a look of surprise, "I also drew a picture like this when I was a child~ Sora made me a woo woo woo woo For the train, I painted every place in the house on the tracks, and my father cried!"

Natsume Takashi also squatted down, with a nostalgic and happy smile on his face: "Dad didn't wipe it off!"

"Because, this is the trace of my beloved Guizhi's growth!" Qi Muqing said truthfully.

The traces of life have not been completely covered by time, and Saiki Kusuo's eyes fell on the clumsy crayon drawing in the corner.

Gojo Satoru noticed his gaze: "Nan-chan shouldn't have had such an experience, right?"

It is true that Saiki Kusuo did not, and neither did Saiki Kongsuke. Saiki's mother once thought that children were such worry-free existences as Kongsuke and Kusuo.

Until the mischievous and lively Qi Muqingzhen was born.

【"Why not?" Qi Muqing, who still couldn't speak clearly, tilted her head, behind her and her ass, there was an abstract art painting messed up with crayons.

Qi Mu's father went crazy, pulling his hair crazily: "Drawing, it's on paper! This is a wall, it's a wall, it's not paper!"

"But, I like it~" Qi Muqingzhen pouted his buttocks, and started his journey as a great painter everywhere in the room except on paper.

"Kusuo Ameng! Please! Let this bastard stop drawing on paper!" Saiki's father hugged Saiki Kusuo's short legs and cried without any father's self-esteem.

"Nissan~ Let's go together!" Saiki Haruma, who can crawl like a demon king in the world, twisted and twisted into his brother's arms, and stuffed his beloved crayon into his palm.

Qi Mukong looked down at his incompetent and useless father, and then, like a hero, invented a detergent that could easily wipe off crayon marks, solving the conflict for both parties at the same time.

Qi Muqing really continued to create happily, and Qi Mu's father followed behind his ass with tears to wipe away the masterpiece of art. 】

[Speaking of which, when did Qingzhen stop drawing on the wall? 】

The three children fell into memories at the same time, showing nostalgic looks.

"Guizhi, there are flowers here!" Qi Muqing shouted as if he had discovered a new world.

The small, bright yellow flowers are surrounded by weeds, stretching out their delicate petals.

Natsume Takashi opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously said, "Dad told me that Mom was very happy to have a yard at home, so she bought seeds and planted them."

But not long after planting, his mother passed away, and his father would hug him and wait for the day when the flowers would bloom, but because they spent so little time together, in Natsume Takashi's memory, they never saw it a few times.

The long eyelashes fell, and Natsume Takashi, who had made up his mind to become strong and stop crying, just showed a somewhat lonely smile.

Saiki Haruma looked at him sideways, under the brilliance of the setting sun, Natsume Takashi was as illusory as a dream bubble.

Qi Muqing really grabbed his hand suddenly: "Guizhi."

"I can assure you, I will never leave Takashi first." The immature face is full of seriousness, and the clear eyes clearly reflect Natsume Takashi's face, "The existence of father and mother will not change, let alone Will be replaced, but, like family and friends, it will gradually increase."

"I won't leave Guizhi alone, because - Guizhi called me 'Qingzhen' right! We are good friends like family!"

"Yeah!" Natsume Takashi nodded vigorously, "Youqing is really here, I won't be alone!"

There was a glint of water in the corner of his eyes, but his smile was very warm and genuine.