Two or three things about Sakura no Mori Gakuen

The fallen leaves are withered and yellow.Yinxue depression.The clear sky is blue.Huoshaoyun is pure crimson.

The first few days after moving here were quite uncomfortable.Too good soundproof walls made Misato feel as if she was locked in a cage.Neat marble dining tables and solid wood floors, exquisite bowls and translucent chandeliers.Gorgeous but strange.

Misato was standing alone in the middle of the living room. After hearing the noise, her mother came out of the room and asked her what she needed with concern.

"Just come out to catch your breath. Don't worry too much about it." The tone was completely different from when he spoke to Shili.Too deliberately cautious, too deliberately pay attention to speech.My heart was fluctuating and restless, and I was relieved only after seeing her face stretched out.

"Really...then... just walk around. Although the house is not big...you can go to the refrigerator to get whatever you want to eat. There are yokan and straw cakes from Yingzhifang. You are welcome." The mother also didn't know what to say. What's embarrassing, the long curly hair is hanging down, and the smell of expensive perfume is exuding from her body.

"En." Misato nodded, then turned and went to the open kitchen.There wasn't much in the three-door refrigerator.Bread and milk, the dessert my mother had told me about, and a can or two of beer.

When I lived with Shili, the small refrigerator was always full of things, and the white door was stained with red and yellow sauce, which looked dirty.The two of them occasionally stumbled over something that should be dumped out of date, and don't waste money on things that you obviously won't eat.

This is normal family life.Go to war over trivial matters and talk nonsense.Sadness and joy can be vented like running water flowing out of a pipe.This is normal.

Misato sighed, the kitchen, which had not been turned on, became even more completely dark after the refrigerator door was closed.

It's like being in a dark ocean.The muffled sound of running water echoed in my ears.

In this way, the mother tried to make up for the irreparable family relationship and the memories that should have been spent together.CityU's previous test questions also included a nutritionally balanced breakfast.Misato shut herself in her room most of the time.Once I face my mother, I don't know what to say.The disseminated embarrassment finally formed a knot, either one party said "I'm going back to the room first" or the other party said "It seems that there is still work to be done".

mother and daughter.

If you put aside all the things behind it, they are just two titles.

Misato sent the large dishes that had been eaten to the kitchen to be cleaned, and the sound of running water attracted her mother's attention.She walked out of the room wearing woolen slippers, and she brushed her hair on her forehead, looking a little tired.

"Sorry..." His voice was hoarse.Mother stood by Misato without moving.

Sorry what.Did he feel sorry for abandoning her and leaving home, or did he simply feel that it was rude to ask her to do the dishes.

Misato washed and dried the dishes and put them aside, then used a towel to dry off the water on her hands, "It's all right. Washing the dishes and so on, I often do it when I live with my sister."

If it is placed in a conversation with other people, the next sentence should be something like "Are you really capable?"But now in front of these two people with special identities, everything has changed.

The mother's eyes changed slightly, and she lowered her hand as she slowly lowered it.She hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Misato, are you...still blaming mom?"

After kicking the slippers twice, Misato froze when she turned around.A lot of words were swirling on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say a word.

Is it strange?Never forgiven.But there was no way to say slanderous words.After all, mother's departure from home was also due to father's betrayal of the family, but she and Shili were both innocent, but it turned out to be the most injured person.

No one is right or anyone is wrong.Blame and resentment, they all sink into the years.

"I don't know..." She looked at the blurred shadow under her feet that was illuminated by the fluorescent lamp, "I used to think...why did you give birth to me. It would be nice if I never came to this world."

"Misato..." Mother's voice was trembling.

"When you gave me this name, what kind of mood did you have..." Misato said fluently, "Why did I become like that again... These are the questions I always thought I kept asking myself."

It was so silent that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

"But..." Miri paused, "I still want to take the city university entrance exam. So don't worry about it."

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It was raining and sleet.

There was once a thin layer of ice on the ground, and there were people who slipped and fell because they walked too fast.Mother came home from get off work with a box of donuts as a reward for Misato.Misato picked out a coffee-flavored one and planned to take it back to the room.Her mother stopped her from behind, "Well... sit down and watch TV for a while?"

How can you not understand the purpose.She abruptly brought back desserts, and abruptly invited them to watch TV together.Some behaviors are too obvious, and the purpose is exposed.

Misato obediently responded, and the two gathered together on the white sofa to watch the documentary about the ancient town.Misato couldn't help being irritable due to the lengthy voice-over speech, but she still pretended to be calm on the surface.

"Speaking of which, Misato is different..." The mother looked sideways at her, "Some of my colleagues have children who are so impetuous that they can't see anything serious. As expected... Misato."

See a little proud smile.Miri's mood is complicated.Mother probably thought she was a polite and sensible child.Obediently doing homework, obediently planning his life.

These are all illusions.

Stuffing the last piece of donut into her mouth, Misato walked towards the kitchen with the plate in her hand.Mother looked at her, "The dishes...just put them in the sink. I'll wash them later."

No rejection.If that's what she wants.

Small snowflakes hit the window glass, and there was a "rustling" sound in the quiet night.The heating was turned on in the room, and a dense fog condensed on the windows.Akira wrote down a few words with his fingertips.The ends beaded and slid down.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and a familiar name flashed on the screen.Open the lid, there is a short blank space.Then I asked "what's the matter", and the other party let out an impatient breath, "Actually, Shishu insisted on me calling. He wanted to ask you how you are doing."

"I..." I don't know what emotion caused the brain to temporarily lose the ability to think. Misato paused for a long time before continuing, "...not very good."

In fact, I subconsciously want to answer "very good".It's like an uncommon everyday greeting.But I want him to know more.You can continue to ask questions based on your own answers.

"What happened?"

"How should I put it..." The palm was pressed against the cold glass, and fine snowflakes were falling on the back, "It's more difficult than I imagined..."

"Between mother and I?" The environment opposite the receiver was also very quiet, without the noise that often appeared before.

"Yeah." Misato took a deep breath, "I don't know... how to get along normally."

"in argument?"

"It might be better to be able to quarrel." Miri crossed out the name she wrote just now, and her own shadow was printed in the glass, "It's too strange. It's like getting along with your own relatives."

There was silence.

"It's you guys." Misato tried to keep her tone as calm as she deliberately changed the title into a retelling.

"Same as usual." It seems that there is really something to complain about, "I don't know who knocked down one side of the bar, and Kusanagi has not been very tempered these days."

"Is there anyone with a worse temper than you." Keep the conversation flowing according to the way of teasing in the past.

"I've recently..." braked hurriedly, "Forget it."

"What? Don't say half of it."

"It's not a big deal."

"Don't mention it at the beginning..." He raised his hand to wipe away the wet mist from the microphone.

There was no more talking.

After about ten seconds of silence, Misato really couldn't find anything else to say.Misato leaned against the glass, out of a cliché, "It's snowing."

"That's right. It's so cold, but he refuses to turn on the heating in order to save electricity." His dissatisfaction showed again.

"You can generate fire by yourself, can't you?" The right leg that had been standing upright was a little tired, and Misato switched to the left foot for support.

"I don't want to use my ability."

"Don't be stubborn about this kind of thing." Her ears were a little sore from the long phone call.

There was silence again.

"Is there nothing you want to say?" Miri squatted down, clutching her phone that was already hot, and sat against the edge of the bed.

"What do you want to say?"

"What's going on with you lately?"

"Speaking of which," he seemed to switch hands, "it seems to have gotten fatter."

"Who cares about that!"

"Grow two centimeters taller."

"It's high enough..."

"It's easy to get hungry."

"So..." Misato smiled, and the corners of her eyes suddenly became wet, "What is the situation?"

"At least it's better than you." There was silence for two seconds, "It's so sad, I'll come and find Shishu."

"What are you looking for him for..."

"Isn't his favorite thing to do is to be the caring sister of the housewife magazine?"

"Haha, it's really a bit." The liquid that kept gushing out of his eyes blurred his vision.

"What's wrong……"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Why are you pretending to be a fool?" There was a clear look on the other side, "I'm obviously crying."

"Where are you crying! It's a cold!"

"It was fine just now."

"...Really not..." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his fluctuating emotions.

"But I can't pass you a tissue, a handkerchief, or something."

"You don't usually take these with you, do you?"

"Hmm..." It seemed that he was really thinking about this issue, "Then the hem of the clothes. Tears are fine, but snot is fine."