Yinhua and Dream

Penetrated into his bone marrow.

"Yicang-kun,...cough, can you finish knitting this scarf for me?...My husband is not good at this..." Sawano Liuli saw the red blood on the corner of her lips dripping on the ground. Tsuruta Izo nodded as if promising, "Please give it to Sharo for me..." Although she felt unwilling, her limp limbs and dizzy brain... her mouth and nose that felt difficult to breathe all proved that she was about to die. no more.I have known for a long time that the police is a dangerous job... But even so, the dream of being a policeman has come true. Although the time is full of danger, the fulfillment that can bring the heart to beat is only it can give.

And now it is clearly still in the middle...but it has already come to an end after a fast forward.

She... doesn't regret it either.

Dear Shaluo, what is your dream?

... Quansheng, Shaluo, I'm sorry.

Sawano Ruri thought that Tsuruta Izo would definitely do it, but he didn't expect the man to hide the scarf after nodding in agreement.

Today, eight years later, it was too late, and Tsuruta Izo, who wanted to get rid of that obsessive feeling, finally handed over the scarf that he had woven for two nights to Sawano Sharo.

When the scarf was handed over from his hand to Liuli's daughter, Tsuruta knew that he had really stepped out of the past.

Back home, Sawano hung the scarf on the wall of the room, the orange woven fabric seemed to cast a warm light on the originally pale room.

The light blond woman was sitting on the bed, and suddenly stood up and walked to the table, and took out a box from the drawer. From the roughness of the ribbon on the box, it could be seen that it must have been opened countless times.

Sawano Sharo opened the box.

A pure white velvet hat was quietly in the box.

"Shaluo, I'm sorry, I haven't been able to take good care of you for half a year..." The man who had been devastated after Sawano Liuli's death was now radiant. , although you can still see the haggardness in that handsome face, but the look in his eyes made Sawano Saro's eyes turn red.

"...It's okay... Dad." She buried her head in her father's chest, her voice was a little indistinct.

"Shaluo's birthday is coming soon, what do you want Dad to give you?" Izumi Sawano stroked his daughter's soft hair.

"...Wai, hat, Shaluo wants a hat!" At that time, she wanted to say the scarf, but then she changed her mouth. The little girl raised her head, her moist eyes filled with anticipation.

"it is good."

On Sawano Sharo's birthday, Sawano Quansheng gave her a pure white velvet hat, and she liked it very much.Then her father said that he wanted to move out of Tokyo and return to his hometown village. Of course Sawano could do it, not to mention that she didn't want to stay when her mother died here.So, in the next week, I planned a series of itineraries for moving.

But on the eve of leaving Tokyo, Quansheng Sawano sold the store and drove home. A man who was drinking and driving collided with a driver on the road, and died without timely treatment.

And the plan to go back to her hometown that was originally agreed has no follow-up, Sawano Sharo started to live alone, because her parents had saved enough money before, at least she didn't have to worry about it while studying.

She is unwilling to be adopted by relatives, and has been living alone for eight years.

The figure in the full-length mirror wore a white velvet hat and an orange scarf around his fair neck. Sawano Sharo looked at the other self with tears streaming down his face.

Chapter, 16 family portrait

day by day, year by year,

In this house,

At this moment, I finally understood that everything has not disappeared,

Everything remains in the bottom of my heart.

Two days later, when Mrs. Fukuda came back, he saw a woman waiting for him at the door. The light blonde hair was cut a little longer.

Bai Bai exhaled from his mouth, "I'm back." Futian felt that what he said was inexplicable, touched his nose, and smiled heartily.

"Well, welcome back."

Sawano Sharo nodded expressionlessly, then handed over the hard drive in his bag, "The prize of the lottery."

"Thank you. By the way, photos from my hometown." Opening the door, Fukuda took off his backpack and took out his camera.

Sawano took it, sat on the sofa, opened it, and flipped through it.

The photos in the camera are very familiar, with a taste that makes her want to cry. Her hometown is in Hiroshima Prefecture. She knew it was the same place as Futian a long time ago, and when she turned to the back...she saw it in the memory Fields and roads that appear many times in

Even the houses they lived in.

...the village where her parents and her once lived.

"...=口= Sawano, why are you crying?!" Sawano saw the frightened and flustered expression of the silver-haired man.

She froze for a moment and wiped away her tears, but she couldn't stop. Then she saw the tissue that was quickly handed to her eyes, wiped it clean, and smiled, "I don't know... Futian, the photo is very beautiful."

Fukuda, did we meet when we were young?

perhaps……

But I don't want to say it yet, someday, when we go back to our hometown... Zeye thought about it, and said, "Futian, when are we going to visit the village in your hometown?"

Futian was really surprised to hear the sudden question, looked at the red eyes of the woman in front of him, took off the scarf on his head and looked away, "Well, let me think about it, how about the next vacation?"

"Okay, then it's a deal." Sawano stretched out his clenched hand.

Fukuda was stunned for a moment, then bent his lips, and made a fist with a hand that was much bigger than the woman's, and touched the fist in front of him, "Ah, it's decided."

Feeling familiar in a flash, Fukuda looked at Sawano who continued to look at the photo with a smile on the corner of his mouth,... well, Sawano seemed to have crossed a hurdle without him knowing, and he was really curious.

"Futian, the ancient cherry blossom tree is very beautiful in spring." Sawano pointed to the ancient cherry blossom tree that made her miss a moment.

Fukuda leaned over, "Have you imagined it? That's right, I remember when I was a child, in spring, I would always lie on the ground made of cherry blossoms with a group of friends. It was so comfortable. And the scenery is really beautiful..."

"Then let's go back next spring."

"Eh?! I don't know if I'm free in spring..."

"Just spring."

"Hey! Sawano, why can't you get rid of your own problems?"

"I said spring is spring, and I, a visitor, have the right to decide."

"Then I, the tour guide, don't have time, so you don't have a chance to go."

Unexpectedly, Sharo Sawano stopped talking, and just turned his head to stare at Futian, that was serious, and serious, Fukuda turned his head, "...Let's see when the time comes."

"Okay, let's see when the time comes."

Hey, but what Sawano said just now was to go back... Fukuda looked sideways at the woman's smiling side face.

"This is your sister?" Their eyes met.

Forget it, these things are not important... "Ah, pretty, right?" Proud.

"Well, your brother is very similar to you. I guess you will have a bad feeling when you are old..."

"Hello! What do you mean?"

"Oh, that's what I meant. Ah, is this your dog? It's so cute! What's its name?"

"...YINO." Fukuda suddenly felt that the gloomy Sawano used to be more likable, but now... there was another exclamation in his ear, and he pulled his ear, surprised by Sawano Sharo who looked like a little girl at first glance. Why, so awkward.

……

The last family photo of Futian's family is taken at the door of the house, with the mother and three children being supported by their father, "Futian."

Ze Ye looked at the warm and happy family in front of him, and felt envious. There were many photos of her and her parents in the photo album of the family... "...Hey, Ze Ye, how are you?" So she called out Yet?Then, "Fukuda, take a picture for me."

Hearing this inexplicable request, Fukuda nodded while being puzzled.

"Come over to my house with your camera."

Fukuda found it troublesome but still kept up with Sawano, muttering: "...it's really inexplicable."

Sawano Sharo entered his room, not knowing what he was doing. This was the first time Fukuda saw Sawano's house, and it was really clean. The white walls made people feel inexplicably empty.There is no comparison with my own home next door, cut.

A few minutes later, he saw Sawano Sharo coming out of the room, still wearing the thick white coat, but with a white velvet cap on his head and an orange scarf around his neck, obviously a bit old-fashioned The style of Sawano is simple and fresh.

"Zano, are you filming here?"

"Hmm." Sawano stood in front of the balcony, brushed the hair in front of his forehead, and then looked at the silver-haired man holding the camera. She heard Fukuda shout: "One, two, three..."

The sun shines in from the window.

In the camera, the woman stands with her hands behind her back, not as reserved as usual, and a picture of a bright smile showing eight teeth is engraved on it.

There will be another photo in the family album that has been empty for eight years --

Dad, Mom, this is our family portrait.

Chapter, 17 Tokyo and Light Gold - Fukuda Chapter ([-])

I hold the brush tightly,

To keep inspiration from leaking through the cracks in the door.

Shinta Fukuda fell in love with comics at the age of eight, and then began to draw a little bit of pictures according to the stories in the comic books, and then began to describe the stories in his heart. When everything matured, he was 12 years old and self-righteous.

As a result, of course, there was no news. Year after year, he slacked off for a month after the first time. After that, he could only "naively" think that it was because others felt that he still had room for improvement, so he didn't respond. yes