After the resurrection, I send warmth every day

The empty yard was barren, and weeds grew wantonly, some even growing in the cracks of the gravel road at the entrance of the main house. The small stones in the yard were covered with green moss, which was her favorite when she was young, used to The swinging maple tree, left unattended for too long, has dense branches and leaves extending out of the wall, and the roots of the tree are bent irregularly.

Even in summer, the yard only exudes the atmosphere of "desolation".

The number plate at the door was covered with dust, and even the handwriting was blurred after years of wind and rain.

Xingjian Yao stretched out his hand to brush off the dust on it, and slowly walked his fingertips along the groove engraved on the wooden doorplate, his movements were gentle as if he was afraid of accidentally breaking it.

"Xiaoyao..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga worriedly called her name.

"Ahe, look, this is my home." The girl smiled lightly, pointing to the deserted house in front of her, her sweet voice carried a hint of nostalgia, and her tone of joy was so strong, "Other people's homes The name is written on it. This one was carved by my father with a knife. I still remember that I wanted to help at that time, but I was too young and in poor health, so I didn’t have the energy to leave it on the house number. There are no traces..."

"Even so, that person still held my hand and left our surnames on the door plate together."

So gentle, tolerant, and warm, her favorite father.

Why did he leave her behind first?

Tsurumaru never wanted her to be so sad, so he couldn't help but said, "Xiaoyao, let's go in and have a look."

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback and looked at him blankly.

"It's been many years since anyone entered it. The keys and everything are old, and it's easy to pry open. Wait..."

As he said that, he skillfully took out a small black hairpin from his pocket, and while picking the lock, he said, "I never imagined that Zashiki-douji's craftsmanship would come in handy here one day. Fortunately, I learned it. Wait a minute, um, alright!"

The whole process only takes ten seconds.

Xingjian was shocked.

When did her family's Azuru learn to pick locks from Zashiki Warji and the others?

The white-haired Fu Sangshen held up the lockpicking tool and the rusty old-fashioned old lock in his hand and smiled Zhang Yang at her, "Okay, let's go in!"

He lightly stacked them, and the two rusty iron gates moved closer to the two sides.

The gravel road overgrown with weeds stretched from her feet to the main house.

Xingjian Yao raised his foot and stepped into the yard.

There was a fence that she couldn't see just now, but now, she can clearly see that her swing is still hanging under the maple tree, but it has been broken long ago, the rope looks very weak, and the wooden board has cracks.

The base of the wall was covered with green moss.

There were no dead fish in the pond.

She walked around the yard and came to the entrance of the main room of the Japanese-style house, and was about to call Tsurumaru Kuninaga to open the door, when the door in front of her was slowly opened from the inside, she was startled, even though she knew the hope was slim, There was still uncontrollable surprise gushing from the bottom of his eyes.

In the next second, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

"Welcome home, Xiaoyao."

Xing Jianyao stared at him blankly, the joy surging in his eyes had not yet dissipated, the end of his eyes turned red instantly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Ahe..." She choked up and called out the name of the person opposite, her tone not knowing whether it was joy or disappointment, "It's you."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his hand and touched her head, the thin white hair above the eyelashes was covered by light gold, and the golden eyes were also dyed red gold in the sun, and he looked at her tenderly: "It's me. , are you sad?"

Xingjian Haruka shook her head slightly, her beautiful light purple eyes were as clear as the crystal earrings on her earlobe, her voice was a little hoarse after crying, "It's Ah He, I am also very happy, thank you for welcoming me back Home."

"I know, there is no one here..."

There is no father and no mother.

Not even herself.

When she was in the second grade of elementary school, her mother passed away. Everything happened so suddenly. That morning before she went to school, the gentle woman handed her the lunch with her own hands. Like many mornings in the past, she stood at the door and waved to her. "Be careful on the road".

She got full marks in the mid-term exam that day, and returned home full of joy, wanting to share this joy with her parents as soon as possible.

however……

The only thing waiting for her is her single father and his tears.

That was not the first time she came into contact with the word death. Her health has been poor since she was a child. Apart from congenital heart disease, she is also very susceptible to other minor diseases and pains. She is hospitalized every two days. The hospital is a place shrouded in death. , She has changed many patients, and some of them were still talking to her one second, and then closed their eyes and could not wake up the next second.

At that time, her ears were always lingering like her father's, full of helpless, mournful voices.

It's just that it's someone else's grief.

When her father cried in that way, she suddenly realized the true meaning of death.

never to be seen again.

Never touch it again.

No one said "be careful on the road" and "welcome home" to her anymore.

The test paper in her hand fell to the ground, and her steps were light and light. She didn't know how she got to her father's side. She only remembered that when she was conscious, she was on the hospital bed.

Dad said that mother's tombstone has been made. Although there is no body, she put her favorite things in it, and my mother in heaven will definitely receive it.

And he had to deal with relatives who were mourning, so he couldn't accompany her.

The ceiling of the hospital is pure white, and so are the quilts on her body. The birds outside the window are flying freely in the endless blue sky. The smell of disinfectant is disgusting.

Someday……

When she died, Dad would cry like this too.

At that time, who helped him wipe away his tears?

no one.

She was still worried about who would comfort her lonely father when she left, but the truth was always cruel. On a sunny spring day, that person died alone on the grass near the shrine.

It is said that he holds an omamori in his hand.

I was praying for the safety of my daughter who was hospitalized.

But his daughter couldn't even come to him, and even the news of his death was seen on the TV in the hospital.

What a cold-blooded daughter.

……

The moment he locked the rusty iron door, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was still asking softly, "Xiaoyao, don't you really want to clean this place?"

"No." Xing Jian looked at the desolate yard in front of him and shook his head, with strong reluctance in his eyes, "The current property rights of this yard... Probably, it is no longer mine. If you use it without authorization, you will be arrested."

"Eh?"

Tsurumaru blinked blankly, "But, isn't this your home?"

"I, my parents have all passed away. Now this yard should be in the hands of some relative. Moreover, I am already a dead person in the records. Now I look only in my teens, and the color of my hair has changed. Everyone just They will regard me as a black household with the same name, and not as Hoshimi Haruka from the past."

Although she has been living in hell all these years, Haruka Hoshimi is not an ignorant fool, Lord Ghost Lantern taught her many things.

In the past, Xing Jianyao was seriously ill and there was no cure for it. The death happened in real life. Maybe the tombstone can still be found now.

Now she said that she was that Xing Jianyao, how could she explain her resurrection from the dead?How to explain those serious illnesses?Those with medical records from the hospital.

She should be arrested for research.

She had just returned to the human world, and she didn't want to go through such a terrible thing.

and……

Xing Jianyao looked up at the blue sky, the breeze lifted the broken hair on her forehead, revealing a pair of crystal clear amethyst eyes, "Ahe, I will work hard, and then I will buy that home back , do you agree?"

Her tone was serious and firm, not as if she was asking for advice, but more like telling him her plan.

"Okay." Tsurumaru responded softly, then raised his lips and laughed, "I will be with you, no matter when."

"promised."

"Well, we've made an appointment."

After leaving Namori Town, the two took the tram back to Yokohama.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly remembered, did his master say... There is someone she wants to see in Bingsheng?

But today, I didn't hear her mention it at all. Why?

In the afternoon he was going to the kendo gym, and when he got off work in the evening, Tsurumaru Kuninaga still couldn't help asking this doubt that had been hidden all day.

At that time, Haruka Hoshimi, who had just finished taking a bath, was sitting on the tatami and wiping her hair. When she heard his words, her hands stopped, and water droplets dripped from the tips of her hair onto her legs. The expression on that delicate little face Somewhat obscure.

"Xiaoyao?" Tsurumaru looked at her puzzled.

"It's nothing." The girl slightly turned her head away, she didn't know whether it was the water dripping from her bangs or the tears on her face, her voice was so small that she could barely hear, "He was gone, so... I came back."

Tsurumaru scratched her head in confusion, unable to figure out how she could confirm that that person was not there.

But it was obvious that she couldn't ask at the moment, and she didn't look very happy.

So, he had no choice but to get up and take a shower with his pajamas before the water was cold.

On Monday's working day, the morning customers are concentrated in the time period when the store just opened, and Hoshimi Haruka was busy until ten o'clock before he was finally free to pour himself a glass of water.

At this time, Miss Wenzi, a colleague, came over to her and said, "Yao, you can go to the detective agency upstairs later."

"Detective agency?" Hoshimi Haruka was a little puzzled, "Is it... the armed detective agency where Mr. Dazai works?"

"Well, Mr. Dazai took another sum of money on credit yesterday, and the last month's bill has not been settled yet. You can go and hand over the bill to Mr. Kunikida upstairs."

"Why did you give it to Mr. Kunikida?"

"Mr. Kunikida will escort Mr. Dazai to send the money." Ms. Wenzi explained very skillfully.

Xingjian Yao: "..." That's how it is.

In other words, since she told Mr. Dazai about hell, he seems to be afraid to see her. Is it an illusion?