Here Angels Come [Comprehensive]

Fingers slightly opened the blue curtain at the entrance of Bamboo Sushi, and Su Yeling quietly looked inside.

There was a small sign hanging on the door, and Bo Yeling read the pronunciation twice before realizing that it said "rest".

Yamamoto had just put away the counter, neatly folded the white chef hat on his head, and was about to close the door when he saw Su Yeling who stopped hesitantly at the door, "It's that little girl..."

He rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, then walked over and showed a generous smile, "Ah, is it Ling?"

He was still a little unsure about the name. Seeing that the little girl turned around without abnormal expression, he continued, "Come to eat sushi?"

He watched Bo Yeling standing there obediently, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't resist reaching out to touch the top of Bo Yeling's hair, "But the sushi is sold out."

"No..." Bo Yeling replied softly, "A Ling was just passing by."

"That's it..." Yamamoto just laughed confidently, and just after laughing, he remembered that the little girl in front of him was timid and might be frightened.

But when he restrained himself and looked at Bo Yeling again, he found that Bo Yeling was also smiling slightly with curved lips, which was much more natural than the timid look last time.

Yamamoto just raised the curtain, "Speaking of which, Ah Wu is also at home. If Ah Ling is okay, you can come in and have a sit."

Susukino Ling, who was chased away by Kazami Saori, had no other place to go. Hearing this, he quickly agreed with a smile, and followed Yamamoto, who closed the store door, to the back room of Bamboo Sushi.

The Japanese-style houses extending in all directions were beyond Su Yeling's imagination. She followed Yamamoto into the corridor and looked curiously at the pure Japanese-style architectural furnishings around her.

Yamamoto had already untied his apron and put it in the kitchen, and put on a dark blue coat. He pointed to the blinking paper door not far in front of him, "That kid is right there, go find him if you have nothing to do."

Bo Yeling nodded, watching Yamamoto rubbing her head and walking away, she also rubbed her own head, and then looked at her hands inexplicably, wondering why everyone loves to rub her head.

Thinking to no avail, Su Yeling slowly walked towards the paper door that Yamamoto just pointed out.Just a few steps into the room, Bo Yeling heard the rapid sound of breaking wind.

She trotted over with light steps, then gently pushed open the paper door, and saw Takeshi Yamamoto standing in the wide dojo.

Takeshi Yamamoto did not wear a full kendo uniform, only a hakama, and the sleeves of the kimono were tied behind the back by a dark blue belt of the same color.

He didn't smile naturally or heartily like usual, the expression on his face was serious and tough, as if he was doing something that must be taken seriously.

Bo Yeling watched as he kept repeating the saber-stretching and retracting stances, his movements were neat and swift, hiding a thrilling aura.

The outline of the young man has gradually been finalized, the outline is sharp and tough, and there is a kind of handsomeness that makes people unable to take their eyes off when showing such a solemn expression.

Takeshi Yamamoto was practicing intently, his eyes were much colder than usual.There was a slight movement not far away, and he, who had already developed a nervous reflex in the battle, glanced over in a blink of an eye. After seeing the person at the door clearly, the cold light on the sword flickered away.

"A Ling..." Takeshi Yamamoto paused for a moment, loosened his grip on the handle of the knife, and showed a hearty smile.

Bo Yeling dawdled at the door for a while, then opened the door completely and walked into the sword dojo.She smiled cautiously in a strange place, and her silver-haired white dress became whiter and more dazzling against the brown-yellow wooden floor and Japanese-style white walls. "Good afternoon, Yamamoto."

She bowed her mouth in greeting, and the bow-knotted ties on her off-the-shoulder dress hung gracefully in the air.

"Good afternoon..." Takeshi Yamamoto replied, and also walked towards Bo Yeling, stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Bo Yeling's hair, "Why did Ah Ling come to my house today?"

"A Ling passed by." Bo Yeling looked up at Takeshi Yamamoto, who was much taller than her, "That's why I came to play."

"Well, Ah Ling came alone?" Takeshi Yamamoto asked with a smile.

It seemed that it was uncomfortable to see the little girl with her head up all the time, so he squatted down and looked up at Bo Yeling's face slightly.

Bo Yeling nodded, scratched his head again, and squatted in front of Takeshi Yamamoto.

Takeshi Yamamoto looked at Su Yeling, whose altitude had dropped again, and said with a helpless smile, "Won't Ah Ling's neck hurt if he raises his head like this?"

"Yeah." Su Yeling replied seriously, "But Yamamoto is too."

He was considerate of the little girl's neck pain from raising her head all the time, but he never thought that Bo Yeling would be considerate of him in turn.

With a low laugh, Takeshi Yamamoto simply squatted down and chatted with Su Yeling. The afternoon sun came in from the rows of window sills in the dojo. In the faint sunlight, everything in the dojo was covered. The soft light in warm colors, together with the people and elves squatting in the dojo, are like pictures engraved on film.

"Hayato taught Ah Ling how to read." After Bo Yeling stumbled and read the brush calligraphy hanging in the dojo, Takeshi Yamamoto sighed as he looked at Bo Yeling's silver hair that fell into a circle on the brown floor.He didn't care about the question, but Bo Yeling answered seriously again.

"Hayato?" Takeshi Yamamoto showed a distressed smile, "A Ling and Yuji have a very good relationship, but they are all called Yuji Hayato, and you can call me by my name directly." He smiled and narrowed his eyes, very sunny "Call it Ah Wu."

"Awu?" Bo Yeling tilted his head to confirm, the soft voice read one sound after another, the ordinary words seemed to be sprinkled with caramel, and instantly became sweet.

Takeshi Yamamoto was slightly stunned, and finally couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch Susukino Ling's face, "Ah, really... I also want to have a cute sister."

Su Yeling, whose face was pinched again, hastily stretched out her hand and pulled down Takeshi Yamamoto's hand, but she touched Takeshi Yamamoto's wide and lumpy palm, she still turned over Takeshi Yamamoto's palm hesitantly, and poked the callus on Takeshi Yamamoto's palm with her fingers "What's this?"

She touched the calluses on her palms and fingertips puzzledly, "Brother's hands are not like this, why are Ah Wu's hands so hard?"

Takeshi Yamamoto wanted to withdraw his hand, but it felt strange to be touched gently by the opponent through the cocoon.

The thick cocoon blurred the temperature and touch of Su Yeling's fingertips, but looking at that soft and slender hand, every touch seemed to fall into his heart.Takeshi Yamamoto laughed, "It's just a cocoon that was worn out while practicing kendo."

"The way of the sword?" Su Yeling, who had watched the Taiga drama a few days ago, immediately shifted her gaze to the sword that Takeshi Yamamoto placed beside her. It was inconceivable that something that appeared in the film and television drama suddenly appeared in real life.Bo Yeling asked curiously, "Can Ah Ling take a look?"

Takeshi Yamamoto didn't agree immediately, he pondered for a while, and then nodded to Bo Yeling.

After getting the approval, Bo Yeling happily wanted to pick up the knife on the ground. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the handle of the knife, and then mentioned it... didn't mention it... mentioned it again... still couldn't lift it... mentioned it again... OK I can't lift QAQ at all!

After all, the knife is made of steel, let alone a good knife with such toughness and hardness that is not at the same level as other knives. Su Yeling, who has small arms and legs, can't lift it at all.

Bo Yeling puffed up his face and tried to try one last time. With Takeshi Yamamoto trying to hold back his smile, he seriously pressed against the floor, and then grabbed the handle of the knife and lifted it up suddenly.

In the end, because she was lifting the knife too hard and too heavy, Bo Yeling slid her hands and grabbed the air, then fell backwards according to the inertia, and was quickly caught in the arms of Takeshi Yamamoto, who had a quick eye and a quick hand.

Bo Yeling frantically grabbed Takeshi Yamamoto and stood firm. She had just stood up, and before she had time to complain that the knife was too heavy, she let go of her hand and looked at the place where she just touched her abs, "It's hard!" She He rubbed his soft stomach curiously, "It's different from Ah Ling's!"

Bo Yeling's blue eyes were full of innocence, "Will cocoons be worn out on the stomach?"

The naturally dull young man who was eaten tofu showed the same smile as usual, but his face turned red strangely, "That's not a cocoon, Ah Ling."

He paused as if he didn't know how to say it. He could say it as a joke, but the eyes facing Bo Yeling seemed to be a little wrong no matter what he said, "Okay, Ah Ling, I'm going to change to the regular clothes, you Can you go out and wait a while?"

Bo Yeling walked towards the corridor while stroking her stomach.

After closing the paper door, Bo Yeling was still thinking about what the hard stomach was not a cocoon.

Bo Yeling originally wanted to wait for Takeshi Yamamoto to change clothes and come out, but suddenly saw a paper door at the end of the corridor being pushed open.

The aura there showed that it was someone Bo Yeling had just met before, the little girl hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards the end of the corridor.

"Uncle..." In the room covered with tatami mats, the uncle was kneeling by the wall and looking at something, and Bo Yeling stood at the door and called softly.

Yamamoto just didn't move, his smile was still as enthusiastic as before, "Come in and sit down, Ling."

When Bo Yeling walked into the room, he saw a spiritual tablet enshrined in the corner of the wall directly opposite Yamamoto.

A framed black and white photo was leaning there. In the photo was a gentle looking woman in a kimono.There are also several plates of sacrificial melons and fruits piled up on the table.

As if he noticed Susukino Ling's gaze, Yamamoto smiled flauntingly, "She is my wife." His tone was also very happy, "Isn't she beautiful, Ling?"

Bo Yeling carefully looked at the woman in the photo, and then nodded, "Very beautiful."

Bo Yeling looked at Yamamoto and smiled as if he had been praised, and asked hesitantly while pinching the corner of his clothes, "Uncle's wife, is she dead?"

She couldn't even use euphemistic words, and her words were frighteningly straightforward. Su Yeling immediately wanted to modify her wording anxiously, but Yamamoto replied gently.

"Well, she passed away." Yamamoto's face was calm, and his usually bright and healthy eyes were rarely soft, and he stared at the photo with such gentle eyes.

Bo Yeling felt that he really said something wrong, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Hahaha, no need to apologize, Ling." Yamamoto just stood up from the tatami with a smile, probably because he had been kneeling for too long, and his movements of getting up seemed not smooth.

Standing up, he smiled and stared at the photo, "I'm not sad at all, I have nothing to apologize for."

Yamamoto just finished speaking, looking at Susukino Ling, he really didn't look sad at all.

Bo Yeling was even more confused, she had clearly felt the deep emotion that was about to overflow from the uncle in front of her.

His beloved died, but he was not sad.Bo Yeling looked at the enshrined spiritual tablet, "Why isn't uncle sad?"

Yamamoto just laughed and wanted to perfunctory, but seeing that Bo Yeling was still looking at him seriously, he scratched his hair unnaturally, "Little girl, don't think too much."

He lowered his voice and spoke helplessly, subconsciously glanced at the photo on the altar, his eyes became much gentler when he touched the face in the photo.

Shan Ben just let out a sigh of relief, pressed Su Yeling's head to make her look out of the window, and then said in a low voice, "Little girl, everyone comes to this world alone, and then leaves alone, everyone is like this, since it is destined Well, there's no need to be too sad."

"In the limited time, no regrets, that's enough."

He spoke so easily and flatly, his tone couldn't even stir up any waves, and finally he showed a smile.

He has told himself these words for too long, since his wife passed away and he has been raising his young son alone.

Ben's thoughts have been worn out, and every emotion seeps down from these words that persuade him. The meaning of the words seems to be different from the original meaning, but it is no longer important.

You don't need to listen to distinguish the meaning of each word, because both meaning and emotion are integrated together.

Bo Yeling felt that deep emotion again in a daze, and it resonated along the eardrum to the heart.