Two or three things about Sakura no Mori Gakuen

After last Wednesday, Zhou Fangzun has not been to school for more than a week.

In view of the fact that he was absent several times before, Misato didn't take it too seriously at first.Sent an inquiry email, but did not receive any reply.Until Shishu told Misato that Zhou Fangzun had been charged with a lawsuit because of a conflict with a bad high school student, and now he will be suspended from school for the time being. What will happen in the end will have to wait for Teacher Kushina to communicate with the school before deciding.

Misato just nodded, and then kept her calm expression as usual.After much deliberation, she couldn't understand his thoughtful expression before the last meeting.

In the early summer afternoon, the classroom was lifeless.Mathematics teacher talking about problem solving methods on the podium.A potted plant by the front door has a small flower in bloom.Pencil with broken end on blank notebook.

pat.

Thoughts break apart.

There was a stiff back.No one behind him shook the back of his chair again and again.Day by day is like a clock that winds up.Occasionally, when I look back, I don't see the red hair shaking anymore.

If we hadn't met each other from the beginning, this is what life should have looked like.Use your imagination to soothe yourself a little, and spend the free time with other things.The school library seats are pink chair cushions.The girl who practices every day in the piano room looks like a popular star.The principal's hairline has moved back again. Who in Group C broke up with whom and got back together again.

But still not reconciled.

All emails sent have not been answered.They sink into the sea, including their own mood.

Misato bit her lower lip and ran to the roof during recess.There is a thick layer of dark clouds in the distance, but this half of the sky is still blue.After dialing the number, there was a "beep" sound.The wind kept blowing, the signal was blocked, and the noise from time to time stung Misato's auditory nerves.

A failure slightly calmed the beating heart.The second attempt ended in failure.Until the third and fourth times, Misato heard the busy tone cut off halfway as she hurried downstairs along with the class bell.

It was like stepping into a cold quagmire.The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

Misato sat on the seat and put the books on the shelf, while quietly swipe her thumb back and forth on the phone keyboard.

"Are you okay?"--Eliminate

"Why cut off the phone." ---- Eliminate

"When can I come back to class."--Eliminate

In the end, Misato stuffed the phone into her pocket.Kushina-sensei on the podium wrote on the blackboard, turned around and looked at Misato for a split second.A tacit understanding that the insider couldn't explain before.

Misato avoided her gaze and buried herself in her notes.

If this is the inevitable outcome, then accept it indifferently.You can ignore the reply to the email or the answering of the phone.Since then, I have changed back to my original self.

No sorrow or injury.

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When I came out of school, the weather was fine, but thunder started in the middle of the cram school.The students in the seats couldn't help the uproar, but the teacher quickly suppressed it with humorous words, "I must be feeling that this question is too simple."

Misato didn't laugh with the others, and even felt irritated spontaneously.When I came out in the morning, I didn't expect it to rain, and it started to worry about how to get home.I don't want to call my mother to pick it up.Try not to contact if you can.I can't say I hate her, just a kind of fear.Back then, I cried and begged her to stay and was rejected, and then I didn't dare to hope again.

I just heard that she contacted Kushina-sensei a few days ago.As a mother, I asked about Misato's situation at school.I have not participated in an open house since the sixth grade of elementary school.Every time the parents of other students stood behind the class, and when the students in the class were worried about how to behave well on this day, only Misato could hide indifferently and sit quietly.During the three-party meeting, I handed over a leave note to the homeroom teacher, which was a letter from my father and mother, explaining the reason why I could not participate, and explaining that Misato decided to be promoted to Shengyutai, so there was no need for the three-party meeting.At that time, the teacher in charge looked at me a little strangely.Discontent mixed with a touch of sympathy.It's probably not the first time I've seen this kind of student, the head teacher just said "hmm" and finally said, "Then you...you have to work hard."

At that time, Misato thought that the homeroom teacher was just asking her to work harder in her studies, but now that she thinks about it carefully, she probably wants to express the meaning of "come on and live".After all, people are middle-aged, so they have some sympathy for children born in this kind of family.

But now, after many years, the mother who used to regard herself as a hindrance suddenly awakened the consciousness of being a mother, and was busy working like a good wife and mother.Sometimes hurtful words are swallowed by myself as soon as they reach my mouth.She seemed to vent all her dissatisfaction, but she couldn't do it.

Misato sighed and turned her head, the rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier.

After class, it was still raining heavily.Misato dawdled in the classroom for a while before going out.There were three or two students standing at the door, all of whom seemed unable to go home because of the heavy rain.Misato stood with them for a while, some of them were picked up by their parents, and some went back with other people they knew and dropped by.Finally, the lights connected to the waiting room were all extinguished, and only Misato was left standing on the stairs.

It takes about 5 minutes from the cram school to the station.There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.Misato checked that it was not early, and thought about gritting her teeth and walking to the station in the rain.After a few seconds of hesitation, she was about to rush out when she suddenly saw a figure ten meters away.

The biggest fear is the unexpected.Before the nerves and muscles of the whole body and a drop of water falling on the cheeks had time to react, he happened to see him.

In fact, one foot was already on the steps, and the falling rain quickly soaked the black knee socks.Misato didn't pay attention either, just staring in one direction blankly.I thought I was wrong, but then I saw that person approaching me holding an umbrella, and finally saw his face clearly through a small dim light outside the cram school.

All of them are crowded together, and the narrow exit cannot bear the huge momentum.Misato looked at him with blinked eyes, and inexplicable questions kept popping up in her mind.

Long time no see.What are you doing.Why is the email not answered.

In fact, what I want to ask most is "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, and before he could say what he wanted to say, he covered his slightly wet head with a wide palm, and sprayed down his warm breath, "I know that a fool like you won't remember to bring an umbrella of."

Misato wanted to retaliate with sharp words like countless times in the past, but this time she couldn't speak.The person in front of him had already taken a few steps forward, only to turn his head when he realized that the person behind him hadn't followed up.

"How will you be here."

Zhou Fangzun's face darkened, he turned his back, and the big umbrella covered his upper body, "If you don't come here quickly, I will leave first."

Miri didn't move.

The socks clung to the calves, clammy from the rain.The bangs on the forehead were tied up one by one, and there was a thin layer of mist on the cheeks and eyelashes.

"Why...don't reply to my email."

The people standing there were just silent.

"And those few phone calls today..." Trying hard to hold his breath, "It was obviously hung up...why..."

Zhou Fangzun frowned and looked at Misato.

"I heard from Shishu... Actually, I want to go and have a look, but I can't... I can't..." Misato raised her hand to wipe the rainwater off her face, "The cram school...and the access control at home... ...you know my relationship with my mother...I can't help it..."

There is no way to be desperate.There's no way to be blunt.There is no way to clarify emotions.There is no way to verbally say that you don't care, but you really don't care.

"But what about you..." Misato sniffed, "When I'm in a good mood, I answer a few emails, and when I'm in a bad mood, I disappear for a few days. What do you think of me... Have I been with you for so long Not even a friend. Do you know how much I worry about you..."

neckline.Wool vest.The tail.And slightly curled fingertips.All drenched in the icy cold rain.Misato couldn't help shivering as her body turned hot and cold.She kept taking deep breaths, trying to restrain her emotions that were about to lose control.The phone from my mother in my pocket kept ringing, and the sound of the surrounding rain and the sound of cars driving by wrapped me up.

In the darkness, she suddenly felt a heat in her palm, and Misato put down her hand that kept wiping away the rain that blocked her vision.She saw Zhou Fangzun standing in front of her, and then the pulled arm received an external force, and the next second, the whole person was embraced in a warm embrace.

She never expected this.

The back view of the mother when she left home.Father looked at himself disappointed.A world that darkens when excluded.She had struggled for so long that she no longer felt that there would be a source of heat to cuddle with.

Once hope is lost, disappointment seems less painful.Paralyzed feelings are like sealed amber.There is only a hard shell and a stagnant heart.

He heard his heartbeat.It was conveyed dully through flesh and blood and outer shirt.

Five fingers gripped the white undershirt tightly.Misato heard her own voice trembling slightly, "So...what the hell is it...a friend or a stranger...which one is it..."

I closed my eyes hard, not knowing whether it was tears or rain dripping down the corners of my cheeks.

"Not a stranger...not a friend..." Sighed, chin pressed against wet hair.Holding the arm in front of him tightly, "You are the one I care about."

It seems that the whole world is quiet.