[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

140th day of admission

Sunlight sneaks in through the cracks of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and falls on the brown wooden floor, leaving circles of silhouettes.

Yukimura frowned, and slowly opened his eyes. The glare of the sun made him subconsciously cover his face with his hands. He rubbed his cheeks, touching his warm cheeks with his warm fingers, as if he was still in a dream.He quickly put on his clothes, fully opened the French windows, drew the curtains, walked into the balcony, and took a deep breath. The cold air of early spring hit his face, and he shivered. It's still the thin sportswear I usually wear for morning jogging.Yukimura leaned on the railing with both hands, looking down from the balcony, it was a beautiful greenhouse garden.

Outside the glass window, there is still a bleak scene, with rare spots of greenery, but the garden is already full of beauty.

Yukimura returned to the room, picked up the family portrait on the table, and wiped the spotless glass mirror with care.On the neat desk, there are still neatly arranged exercise books of various subjects as when he left home, and there is also a half-read tennis magazine spread out.There are half of the foreign language books on the bookshelf, and half of his various collections of paintings.Yukimura stared blankly, and after a long time, he turned around and made the bed, spread the quilt flat, and put the pillows away, as if he had returned to the way he was when no one lived there for a long time.

After the bed was made and the desk was made, Yukimura opened the closet again, took out the suitcase that he had made last night, changed into the clothes he was going out, and after washing up in the bathroom, neatly wrapped a scarf in front of the full-length mirror.

The wheels of the suitcase rubbed against the floor to make a harsh sound...

In the restaurant, a sumptuous breakfast was already on the table. Yukimura's father was sitting on the main seat, reading the newspaper seriously like every morning in his memory, with a cup of coffee in hand.

Yukimura's mother, who was wearing an apron, wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen: "Wake up, Seichi, breakfast will be ready soon. Harumi hasn't woken up yet, so you can call her later."

"Okay, mom." Yukimura said with a smile on his face.

Before going to wake up his sister, Yukimura went to the flower house first.

The flowers that were still buds before leaving home had already withered, and when Yukimura didn't know it, a few blooming flowers quietly climbed up on the branches.

Fill with a little water and irrigate gently with a shower.

Yukimura focused his eyes on the flowers, and finally cut off a few blooming flowers with gardening scissors, returned to the living room, filled the vase with an appropriate amount of water, and inserted the flowers into the vase.

Although the delicate flowers have no moving fragrance, they enjoy the fragrance quietly in a corner of the room.

dew drops...

Yukimura came to his sister's room, knocked lightly three times before turning the door lock, the cold air destroyed the warmth of the room as the door opened.

"Wake up, Harumi." The gentle whispering call made Harumi shiver, and her brain instantly woke up.

Yukimura, who was deeply relieved that his remaining prestige was still there, nodded in satisfaction, and after messing up his younger sister's straw-like hair, he walked out of the door safely, leaving only a leisurely sentence.

"Go downstairs and eat within 5 minutes."

It's breakfast time.

Steaming oatmeal and freshly baked bread were placed on the dining table, and the hot coffee in front of Yukimura was mercilessly replaced by hot milk by his mother, who was laughed at by his sister kindly.

Yukimura glanced at Harumi, and the little rabbit obediently silenced her.

Sliced ​​bread dipped in homemade strawberry jam must be a rare delicacy in the cold weather of early spring.Yukimura gulped down the delicacy made by his mother with a contented expression. The sweet and greasy jam slipped into his tongue, and he felt that it was slowly becoming bitter.

He inadvertently held up the milk, neutralizing the full bitterness.

There is still a smile on his face.

"Eat more, Seichi." Mom said with a smile but she didn't sit down, and went back to the kitchen to continue serving delicacies. In a blind spot that Yukimura couldn't see, she stretched out her finger and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes.

Harumi was still eating happily. "Mom, you really are the most eccentric. Our quality of life has declined without my brother!"

Yukimura's mother nodded her forehead angrily: "Why do I think our family can support ten of your brothers if you support one?"

Harumi smirked.

Yukimura put down his knife and fork, and looked at the warm interaction of his family members with a smile on his face.

It wasn't until Yukimura dragged a heavy suitcase out of the house that Harumi suddenly realized that today was the day Yukimura left home.

She rushed out of the house and hugged Yukimura's waist to prevent him from leaving, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

"Brother, don't go! Brother, don't go!..."

She cried out hoarsely, but Yukimura's mother pulled her away.

Yukimura looked at his father who was walking in front of him, and reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Jingshi..." The gentle and reticent father had never been so serious as this moment.

"I'll take good care of myself." Yukimura heard himself blurt out, watching himself run away.

"You are a man from the Yukimura family!" The father's words behind him made Yukimura stop.

"Yes!" he said.

Then open the car door.

Atobe hugged Yukimura with his not so generous chest.

Window rolls down.

Yukimura's father, who was seen from a distance, talked, clenched his fists, and then let go.

Yukimura's mother managed to comfort her little daughter when she saw her husband's complex expression.

"What's the matter, Ana?"

Yukimura's father shook his head: "It's nothing. It's just that our child has chosen a road that is more bumpy than ours."

He hugged his wife and daughter and remained silent.

The speeding car crossed the blue sea of ​​Kanagawa.

Yukimura didn't look back.

Atobe held Yukimura's hand silently.

"Next, the war begins."

Yukimura raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm ready." He held Atobe's hand behind his back.

The author has something to say: I feel like the stupid author is trying to die, and I am late for the evening self-study!

☆, the 180th day of admission