[Net King] The Death of the Earth

"Tuanzi, hurry up, this way."

Stepping bravely on the back door of the taxi with one foot, Ono anxiously rushed to the airport and waved his hands.Such an outrageous thing as grabbing a taxi at the airport, once done, it must be carried out to the end.Even with such awareness, those venomous eyes behind her still made her feel like a light on her back.

Hurry up and get in the car, blocking the road like this is really super hateful,

However, even if Liutiaotuanzi ran anxiously, he could not be said to be agile.Genichiro Sanada was all too familiar with this natural clumsiness.

Seeing a hundred meters away, Ono's expression became more and more anxious, and the driver's expression gradually became ugly.Sanada looked at the six dumpling beside him again, "Dumpling."

His voice is low.

"Ah," the girl looked at him blankly, but before she could react, the hands that were holding each other were pulled hard, and one hand wrapped around her waist.

Holding Rojodanko in his arms, Sanada, without changing his face, ran to the taxi as quickly as if he was lightly packed.

"Narita Airport, thank you."

Putting Liujo in the back seat of the car, Sanada quickly got in and closed the door, and gave instructions to the driver.

The original itinerary was obviously easy.I rushed back to Tokyo on the morning flight, and planned to visit the mother I had never met.However, all this was interrupted by a phone call from Yukimura.

When I asked the minister for the contact information of the "wife next door", I suddenly learned that the other party was leaving by plane the next day.

There was only one choice before him.The 78km distance between Narita and Haneda airports must be covered within one hour.

So there was no more room to think about "seeing and not seeing", and no more wandering, the six dumplings were stuffed into a taxi and rushed all the way to that place.

"Thank you." The older woman squatted slightly and picked up the suitcase on the ground, "It's really hard work for you to send us here, An Ming."

"It's nothing, this is what I should do. Auntie, you haven't been back for so long, so I can be regarded as half the host." An Ming, head of the Tennis Department of Lihai University, greeted the other party with a smile, "It will be a long time before we meet again. Alright."

"Well, brother An Ming can also come to Washington to visit us." Standing next to the woman, the thick-headed boy put his hands in his pockets, "After you leave, no one will fight with me anymore!"

"What are you talking about." The woman pointed the boy's forehead in reproach, "Brother An Ming is not like you, he is still ignorant."

An Ming, who had fought with the boy countless times, twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, "Hehe, Zhe Jun is still young, still young."

"Come and play often, An Ming." Looking up at the flipping boarding signs, the woman folded her handbag to her elbows, "Azhe, say goodbye to brother!"

The boy obediently raised his hand, "Goodbye!"

Glancing at his watch nervously, An Ming suddenly put his hand on the boy's shoulder, "There is still time, do you want to fight with me again?"

"Okay! Last time you tricked me and knocked me down! We're not even even yet!" The boy immediately tugged at his sleeves excitedly, ready to start a fight on the spot.

"Hey, An Ming, don't spoil him too much." The woman pulled the boy back, "Azhe, stop messing around! It's time to board the plane." Then, she dragged the suitcase and walked towards the security checkpoint .

"Wait!" Seeing that the clumsy delaying tactics failed, An Ming finally called out to the other party, "Auntie! Please wait a little longer! There is a person who wants you to meet."

"Who?" The woman turned around in surprise.

At this time, the taxi that Sanada and the others took was still speeding on the Wangan Expressway.

Constantly turning on the screen of the phone, looking at the slowly beating time on it, Yukimura frowned tightly.

"Can you drive faster!" Liujowo in the back seat was silent beside Ono, and Sanada was anxiously urging him.Perhaps it was the urging of the passengers who were used to catching the plane. After three urgings and four requests, the driver still maintained the patience of not getting angry.

Sanada, on the other hand, seemed more and more uneasy.

"Brother Xianichiro." Liujo's voice came softly to the eardrums, "Taxi can't be turned into a helicopter, but do your best and let each one live in peace."

Her hand rested lightly on his arm.The faint chill conveyed made Sanada's heart instantly settle down.Then some of the inevitable paranoia of a developing teenager made his cheeks flush again.

He stretched out his other hand and covered the girl's cool hand.

"Turn this corner, and we'll be in Narita in 5 minutes." Yukimura, who kept looking at the map on his phone, showed an expression of victory.

"I'm sorry, An Ming." The woman smiled and looked at the boy next door, "Although I don't know who the important person you call is, but I'm afraid I don't have time to meet this time." Jipai, she bowed slightly, "If there is a destiny, there will be another chance eventually. So farewell."

Ten minutes before the gate closed, she led the boy to security.

"An Ming!" Panting, he rushed into the departure hall. In his panic, Sanada even forgot to add the honorific, "Where are you?"

Looking at the small girl behind the tall boy, An Ming shook his head, "It's too late, the boarding gate is closed."

As a result, still can't catch up?

With the last sliver of hope, Sanada looked at the security checkpoint, as if hoping that the plot of the movie would play out in reality, and the person he was looking for came out with an apologetic smile.Smiled and said to them, missed the flight.

"Sorry, Auntie has indeed waited until the end. Although I didn't say it clearly." When he said this, An Ming looked at Liutiaotuanzi, "Maybe it's my illusion. I think Auntie probably already guessed it."

Liu Tiao turned his eyes away, the expression on his face was indifferent, no real emotion could be seen.

"What is she like? How does she talk and laugh?" She murmured, looking at An Ming expectantly.

"Oh." An Ming became a little troubled, "Auntie? She looks ordinary. Speaking of it, she is an ordinary Japanese mother. Smile, that is, a normal way of laughing, very gentle."

Well.Liutiao responded in a low voice.

Seeing this, An Ming repeated the woman's last words comfortingly. "My aunt finally said that there will be a chance to see you again."

"It's ok."

With a soft sound, An Ming almost thought he heard it wrong.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Liu Tiao repeated, "Maybe all I need is to make up my mind and work hard. As for the result, it seems that it is not so important anymore."

"I'm sorry for saying such capricious words." Bending slightly, she apologized to several people.

"Thank you for all you have done for me."

Facing the floor parallel, she slowly closed her eyes, recalling those long memories in her mind.

The hatred that once felt so hard to remember has faded with time without knowing it, leaving only a thin afterimage.

Morning was right, no, or rather, the unnamed young author was right—not every woman automatically becomes a mother after giving birth.Mythical motherhood is a deception. There are parents who do not love their children in this world. They have nothing to complain about except accepting it.

The woman who once resolutely abandoned her is neither a role model nor a devil, but just the most ordinary woman.

Can't choose to be born, at least can choose to admit not to be loved, this is the first step out of this predicament.

From now on, she no longer has to chase that phantom that does not exist anywhere in the world.

Rokujo Danko raised her body, faced Sanada, and smiled softly, "Brother Genichiro, where are you going?"

In this world, after all, there are still people watching her and cherishing her like a treasure.

"Where, anywhere is fine." Sanada, who suddenly received the courtesy from Tuanzi, immediately became at a loss, and for a moment, under her unusually gentle gaze, he regained his composure.

"Before that, Tuanzi has something I want to tell you."

"Can you call me Genichiro?"

"Okay. Genichiro."

The sound of the huge object falling heavily resounded through the vast waiting hall.

The author has something to say: Goodbye sweethearts!

I'm really sorry for the delay until now. If I had made up my mind to code earlier, I would have avoided dragging everyone to the present. . . . . .

I will definitely save the full text of the next article!

Goodbye ~ Goodbye by fate!