After becoming a chaotic daughter

——Echizen Ryoma, a 12-year-old boy, on that summer afternoon,

- Truly became a "man".

There is such a saying.When a person is dying, everything he has experienced in this life will appear in front of his eyes. Tens or decades of long years, scenes of scenes will quickly pass from his eyes in just a few seconds. It flashed past, like fireworks rising into the night sky and then blooming, leaving bits and pieces of flame in the night, and finally dissipated silently.

Such a situation has a very "romantic" metaphor called "revolving horse lantern". In traditional Japanese literature, "revolving horse lantern" is also often used as a metaphor for the busy and short summer.

Summer is short.

Life is also short.

After seeing the female doctor named Yosano Akiko, Echizen Ryoma realized this very quickly and profoundly, and realized how precious "life" is without a teacher.

Although he also knows that his father has the nickname of "Samurai" in the tennis world, but the tennis world is always the tennis world, and the "two swordsmanship" on the court is just to switch the hand holding the racket according to the trajectory of the ball.As a "normal boy" who abides by the law and does not play violent tennis, on this day, Echizen Ryoma sat cross-legged in the Japanese style room and saw the real "samurai sword" for the first time.

It was a sharpened Wakizashi with a cold glow, which was slowly pulled out of the ordinary-looking black handbag by the female doctor.

The memory of the subsequent period was very vague, as if someone intercepted a part of the movie of life without warning, and when I recalled it afterwards, there was only a dark screen left.

When I opened the door again and walked out of the room in a trance, many memories were recalled in my mind, but there were also very few memories, the survival instinct engraved in the genes was stuffed into the bottom of the brain, Seal it into a certain box, close the lid and lock it, and then throw the key into Senior Taocheng's stomach. It is probably impossible for it to be opened again in this lifetime.

There is nothing that can defeat him—as a boy with a proud personality and a youthful spirit, although Echizen Ryoma has always thought so in his heart before, but after crossing the "life and death" of life, deep down in his heart, This thought became stronger than ever before, becoming as conspicuous as a bright lighthouse on the sea.

"Father." Echizen Ryoma returned to the yard, and had returned to his usual calm appearance.

In the silent mountain forest, the mountain wind blew between the father and son, and the young man's dark green hair fluttered.

"Oh?" Biting the cigarette butt that was about to burn to embers, Echizen Nanjiro could tell at a glance that his son had recovered his memory, "It seems that you have already remembered it! How, you still have to hesitate Are you thinking about the question of 'do you want to give up the game'? If you give up early, your teammates will still have time to make substitutions."

Echizen Ryoma ignored his words, and reached out to pick up the racket left on the corridor.

- "I want to play tennis."

*******

Monday, May 9.

The summer vacation is over, and all schools in Yokohama have started to open one after another. Qinggaku also arrived on the first Monday in September, ushering in a new semester.

When I came to school early in the morning, the grade ranking list posted on the school bulletin board had already been replaced with a new one.The names of the top [-] students in the final exams of each grade in the first semester were posted on it, with the corresponding total scores attached to it.Although subjects such as art and music are not included in the total score, compared with the midterm, there is still an additional [Comprehensive Science], and the ranking has changed a lot.

Just returned to school after the holiday, most of the students were not in the mood to look at the ranking list of the last semester exam, and six out of ten students were busy looking for someone to copy their homework.Therefore, there are hardly any students staying around the bulletin board in front of the teaching building. The passing students glanced at it in a hurry and hurried to the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs.

Without having to squeeze with others, Nanako was able to carefully read the ranking from beginning to end in front of the bulletin board.

In the final exam, her total score is still the first, but the difference from No.2's score is actually not very big. After the third grade, she will slowly drop to the top ten or top twenty. Bar.

After all, the final questions of mathematics will gradually become more difficult, and Qinggaku's science subject has an experiment at the end of the semester, which is something Nanako is not very good at.She had been in the second year of high school before. When she was taking physics, chemistry and biology courses, she hardly had the opportunity to enter the school's laboratory.

Entering September, the weather in Yokohama is still a bit hot.Unlike Shengye Primary School, Qingxue is just an ordinary private middle school. Although the school is large and well-equipped, the ordinary classrooms are not equipped with air conditioners.As soon as she entered the classroom, Nanako could feel the sultry heat from the pavement.

Several ceiling fans on the ceiling were spinning rapidly, and half of the class was busy copying their homework.

In fact, the summer homework is not too much. Nanako finished the written homework after only a week of intermittent writing. The most troublesome thing is [free research]. Hand in a "result" to the class teacher at the beginning of the school year.

In the past years, she relied on Kunikida's help for her free research, observing insects, raising carrots, assembling night lights, and various messy projects. This year, Kunikida took her to study the theme of "the behavior after eating various poisonous mushrooms". This theme was chosen because Dazai tried to commit suicide by eating strange mushrooms in the club every day for half a month. He used local materials to save energy.

On the first day of school, the atmosphere in the morning classes was still very laid-back, and the teachers didn't mind chatting with the students about interesting things that happened during the summer vacation. Half of a class was spent chatting.

The morning classes passed quickly, and during the lunch break, Nanako and Miwa found a shady place in the school to eat bento.There are students in the classroom, it is too stuffy, just sitting will make you sweaty, it is better to go outside to find an open space under the shade of a tree, at least the circulating air is not so stuffy.

"...I have competitions, I have to work again, and I have to find time to do my homework, and I really want to go out and play." Poking the poached eggs in the lunch box with chopsticks, Miwa said with a dejected face, and her whole body was emitting "I'm not motivated" breath.

Although part-time work is not really hard work, you can fish and do homework in the workplace, and competitions are not every day, but every day when you turn on your mobile phone, you can see all kinds of news posted by students on SNS, either eating, drinking or having fun. Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.

Nanako comforted her: "Then let's go out on weekends."

Although she doesn't really want to go out, but if Miwa wants to go out to play, she can go out with Miwa.

But if the place Sanlun wants to go is too far away, forget it.

"Okay." Miwa seemed a little happier.

She picked up a piece of pickled radish, took a bite, paused, turned her head to look left and right, saw that no one was passing by, then lowered her voice, and whispered to Nanako again.

"Nanako, is your menstrual period coming?" She asked a little embarrassedly, her voice was so low that she almost spoke next to Nanako's ear, Nanako couldn't hear her clearly.

【せいり (physiology)】

The pronunciation of "physiology" in Japanese and Chinese is very similar. Although Nanako hardly hears this word spoken in daily life except in the health care class, she was only half a beat behind and realized what Sanwa asked.

She can't remember exactly when her menstrual period came, but she only remembers that she used to come when she was in junior high school, and now she just entered the first year of junior high school, and she didn't care about it.

She shook her head at Sanwa: "No."

After hearing Nanako's answer, Miwa's tense shoulders immediately relaxed, and her tone was a little bit "disappointed": "That's it... I'm here during summer vacation."

Although I have learned some physiological knowledge in the health care class, and my mother told her about it during the summer vacation, I always feel embarrassed to tell the adults. If Nanako has also passed her menstrual period, she can tell Nanako these things.

But it's normal, Nanako still looks small, about a head shorter than her, she should have to wait until she grows up a bit before Nanako will have her menstrual period.

Thinking of this, Miwa thought again and asked Nanako, "Nanako, how old are you?"

[… How old are you. 】

Nanako stopped chopping the rice, she chewed the rice in her mouth, thought about it seriously, and then found something.

Good question, she doesn't know how old she is now.

She didn't remember her age before, she always subtracted the time of birth from the year to calculate it, but after she passed through, she never remembered when "Nanako" was born, and occasionally filled out the form to ask for this information, she I have to look through the small books in my schoolbag.

Although I don't remember how old I am now, nor when "Nanako" was born, but Nanako still remembers when she was in the first grade, she seemed to be about seven years old, holding a bento box, silently Counting the years in my mind, it took a long time before I gave the answer to Sanlun.

"It seems to be 13 years old." She answered Sanlun uncertainly, with a dry tone.

Three rounds, 11 years old, Xia: "...?!"

Generally speaking, students in the first year of junior high school are all 12 years old. Miwa started elementary school one year earlier, so she will be one year younger than her classmates. She always thought that Nanako should be 12 years old, or she was as early as her 11 years old is the right age to enroll.

Did it turn out to be 13 years old? ? ? ?

He is actually one year older than the other students in the class! !Two years older than her! ! !

Nanako didn't know what Miwa was thinking, she considered her age, so she continued to pick up her bento, took two mouthfuls of rice, and found that Miwa next to her was quiet, so she turned to look at her: "Michiwa?"

"...Huh? Ah, um." Still struggling with "the short little friend is actually two years older than me", Miwa was called out by Nanako before she came to her senses, "I mean--that, If it's 13 years old... it should be coming soon."

If you are 13 years old, those who went to school earlier may already be in the third grade of junior high school.

"Yeah." Nanako replied.

She doesn't really care when her menstrual period will come. If she has to say it, it will be very troublesome, so it's better to come later.

They finished their bento and went back to the classroom together.

In the afternoon, there were drowsy mathematics and physics classes. It was the knowledge I had already learned. Listening to it again made Nanako feel sleepy.

She managed to finish two classes, and when the bell rang after school, she came to her senses. When she looked down, she saw a bunch of crooked lines in the textbook. She didn't even know what notes she had taken.

"I'm on the basketball team, bye~" Miwa carried her schoolbag, said goodbye to Nanako, and left the classroom like a gust of wind.

Horio, who had packed her schoolbag, also called out to Nanako's back table, "Hey! Echizen! Let's go to the tennis club!"

Nanako heard the sound of Echizen yawning behind her, it sounded like she just woke up after sleeping in two classes.

"Is get out of class over yet?...I'll pack up." Echizen replied lazily.

Nanako buried her head in packing her schoolbag. She had just started school, and she didn't have much homework today. She almost didn't bring any textbooks home. After zipping her schoolbag, Nanako stood up, carried her schoolbag, and wanted to leave the classroom.

But before she took a step out, she felt that her schoolbag was being held back.

Nanako stopped, stood on the seat, turned her head, and saw Echizen, who was still sitting on the seat, was holding his tennis bag with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to grab her schoolbag.

"?" Nanako tilted her head, her face was expressionless, and there was a questioning look in her swarthy eyes.

Echizen looked up at her, was silent for a moment, and then said calmly, "Your uniform and skirt are stained."

The skirt is stained.

Nanako looked down at her skirt, which was as green as a vegetable leaf, and subconsciously brushed the back of the skirt with her right hand.

【…】

Nanako's hand stopped somewhere on the back of the skirt, and her fingers felt a little wet and cool.

The weather is too hot, and the body is always sweating. Wearing a skirt and wearing an extra pair of safety pants makes it easier to sweat, but such a wet touch is obviously not "sweat".

She looked down at the chair again, and saw a small blurred red mark printed on the light-colored chair surface, almost in the middle.

Nanako sat back quietly without saying a word, took off her schoolbag, and hugged it in her arms.

She remembered a theory:

Menstrual period is "contagious".