honey color

left leg.

On the fifth day, a man unexpectedly appeared outside the ward.

Vicissitudes of the cheeks, rough skin, slightly messy dry hair.

"Nobuo!" Aunt Matsumoto was the first to jump up from her seat, "Nobuo, you finally..." Aunt Matsumoto was suddenly very excited when she saw her own brother whom she hadn't seen for several years, but soon she cried out in pain , "I... Nobuo, I'm sorry for you!"

Nobuo Hanada, my long-lost father.

Father said nothing, and neither did I.

I stared blankly at the weather-beaten man in front of me. Although the reunion of father and daughter was very cordial, the feeling that they didn't meet me again until they lost a leg made me feel a little worried and resentful.

"Honey." The man looked me over again, and I finally read the sad expression in his eyes, although the expression was still hidden under the strong disguise unique to men.

"Father..." I called out softly, and finally on the fifth day of admission, I shed tears for the first time in front of everyone.

Sure enough, in the end, family love is indelible after all.

For the first time in nine years, my father and I had a face-to-face, peaceful conversation.Although it was in a pale ward, my tightly bandaged left leg was still lying across the middle.

In the quiet ward, Aunt Matsumoto left the room temporarily.The pale golden sunlight is like a baby's lanugo, soft and warm on my body.My father sat in the shadow not far away, staring at me all the time.

No one knew how to start, and finally the father straightened his body, and the sound of clothes rubbing caused a small ripple in the silent space:

"I'm sorry……"

"……Father."

In fact, now, no amount of apology is enough to increase the sadness, so I interrupted him, and turned my eyes to the man from the window.

The man clasped his hands tightly, and then the deep voice sounded again:

"Honey, I'm going to finish my work and come back to take care of you."

"..."

In fact, I didn't expect that he would give up what he loved so easily.I was a little surprised, and even the almost empty gaze now shone with a little light.

"The work of the geographic magazine is very hard, and I am getting old, and now you have this kind of thing again. But don't worry, the savings in the past few years are enough to pay for your treatment."

"..." I kept silent, just blindly surprised.The self-enclosed state after breaking my leg made it easy for me to keep silent.

"Okay?" My father, who was much older than nine years ago, cast a benevolent look at me and asked.

I nodded.

I am willing to live with my father, not because of this accident because I hate the Matsumoto family, on the contrary, I think they did nothing wrong with this accident, and the one who made the mistake should be abandoning my father.The Matsumoto family, they have paid too much for me in nine years, it is too much.And now, it's up to them to drop the burden and put it in the hands of the father.

"Burden", what a poor word... I am getting bigger and bigger, and I have become a "burden" for others.

"Let's go to Osaka, where I know better and have more acquaintances." Father finally suggested.

Osaka, that is to say away from Tokyo?

Nine years of life have finally given me this nostalgic feeling similar to "hometown love". Do you want to say goodbye to everything you are familiar with...?Everything that is familiar...Aunt Matsumoto, Uncle Matsumoto, Brother Hiro, and...Fuji...

The figure of the young man hovered in my mind for a long time, happy, sad, ordinary, and extraordinary, at this moment, it was like a flood that broke the embankment, all came to me.Only then did I know that we had been entangled by inextricable things like spider silk.Maybe that's what the so-called bondage means?It can't be seen, but it really exists.Because it's so common, I never noticed it.Thinking about it, I felt sore in my heart.

But in the end, I nodded.

The hidden things in it are complex and unpredictable.

I remembered the boy standing in the rice waves that day and said "I hope it won't happen again", and I finally vaguely understood the meaning.But in the end, I still want to show you my "back view"!

But now, this crippled leg is enough to put me beyond normal people.

From the moment we fell, we were twisted by fate in different directions.

But I don't want the beautiful boy in my heart to know all this.

Well, let's go!

……

For the next month, I was still being treated at this hospital in Tokyo, while my father started making preparations for moving to Osaka.

Since I decided to go to Osaka, I have become more and more indifferent.

This is just making myself determined to make a clean break with the current world.

I don't want to see any friends or even distant relatives, I say I need rest, I need quiet.

The breath of Tokyo is too familiar, and I am afraid that I will suddenly become soft-hearted and unwilling to leave.

Finally, No. 13 days, the voice of Brother Fuji still appeared in the corridor.

I lay on the bed and closed my eyes tightly.

"Honey sauce, she's sleeping..." Aunt Matsumoto explained outside the door.

"Is it serious?" The quiet young man said eagerly, "We just found out today that she didn't go because school started."

"...It's not...very serious." This is what I asked Aunt Matsumoto to say.

"Then how long will you stay in the hospital?" Yuta's anxious voice sounded very kind even so.

"It won't...for a long time, maybe a month, it will be fine in a month." Aunt Matsumoto knew that I would leave Tokyo in a month.

Then, Yuta's voices of "big brother" and "what should I do" sounded in the aisle.

"Aunt Matsumoto, can we take a look at her outside the ward?" The boy's quiet voice was warm enough even through a door.I frowned slightly, clutching the white quilt beside me tightly in my hand.

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient, she's sleeping." The middle-aged woman's voice seemed a bit embarrassed.

"..." After a long silence, the young boy's gentle voice resounded, "I see."

After that, the footsteps gradually moved away, and I can even imagine the unwillingness on my brother's face, and the forbearing but complicated expression on my brother's face...

I feel something wet passing by the corner of my eyes, the breath of Tokyo is too familiar, and the world of Tokyo has too many memories.

In the following week, the autumn rain entangled the sky for a long time.

I looked at the gray world outside the window with a trace of sadness for no reason.

The boy never appeared again, not even once.

I think it was probably because he finally knew my decision to leave Tokyo, and because I showed him my "back view", he also turned around gracefully.

"Eventually, we have to separate.

After all, it is going to run counter to it. "

So the day before I left, I was pushed by my father to the garden behind the inpatient building.

On a sunny day, there are only faint white clouds in the sky, as calm as a piece of blue glass.

Sitting in a wheelchair, looking up at the sky with a distance of nearly half a meter, I suddenly felt that the sun was so far away, unlike when I stepped on the rooftop three years ago, everything was within reach.

My father left me because of a phone call.

I manipulated the wheelchair and hid in the shade of a tree.

A planet too bright to burn my heart.

Under the cracks, those flickering light spots sprinkled all over the body, as if they were beautiful memories of the past, which are always the same.

I closed my eyes slightly, the breeze was blowing by, the long skirt was flying, and the time in Tokyo was entangled in my hair, which would soon disappear.

I squinted my eyes, and before I closed them, the white buildings in the distance blended with the golden sunlight to form a brilliant virtual scene.The past of Tokyo, with the fragmentary time of my nine years of memory, emerges in front of my eyes one by one:

Aunt Matsumoto, Brother Hiro, Yuta, and Takeuchi-senpai...

But when the boy's soft flaxen hair flashed past my eyes, my heart finally felt sour.

A strong wind blows up the fallen leaves.

I closed my eyes tightly, only to realize that those wet things had already meandered down my cheeks.

The world will continue peacefully, even if some people and things are lost along the way.

So, goodbye Tokyo.

And, goodbye, Fuji Shusuke...

21Chapter21. Entering Osaka for the first time

The author has something to say:

In fact, my previous hasty ending was really hastily written.After chapter 20, I coded chapters 21 and 22 a year ago, and half coded chapter 23.But because of the need to edit the article, I will release it slowly.Try to put 22 chapters tomorrow, um, there will be new original characters appearing in the next chapter~

There is nothing more frightening for anyone than turmoil.

The turmoil of the environment, the turmoil of oneself.

Excluded from a normal group, I was facing such turmoil.

……

Osaka, not lost to the prosperity of Tokyo.

Warm climate, noisy streets, and numerous buildings.

My father pushed the wheelchair and sent me to Osaka Hospital immediately.

So, my familiarity with Osaka started from the hospital.

Still immersed in the pain after the accident, so he often stares at the window.

My father is much older than nine years ago, but he still maintains the habit of reticence.My autism and his reticence often make this ward especially quiet.

The attending doctor, surnamed Okamoto, is a typical Osakan.Enthusiastic, sonorous and forceful, with a strong Osaka accent.Every time he entered my ward, he always joked that "the temperature dropped ten degrees."Although these words are harsh to me in the turbulent period of my life, I also understand that he just hopes that I can talk more.

Those things that are routine every day, checks, dressing changes, eating, and sleeping.Even gradually, I began to get used to the lifestyle of the hospital and to being supported by others.