honey color

Those things in distant memory remain as living images.

No such "other" exists.

Because we are just passers-by on the river of life, each other's passers-by.After a logical or accidental miss, it may disappear forever.

——Even if he had an agreement with her, this agreement was once their curse.

"Mi, don't you accept Chitose's invitation?"

"..." When I heard this voice, I turned around in surprise.

My father was standing by the door. He hadn't slept all night. In addition to the visit in the morning, there were black marks on the corners of his eyes.

"But..." I hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to proceed.

My father came from the opposite side, and he squatted down in front of me. He always adopts such an "equal" posture to talk to his daughter who has to sit in a wheelchair.

"Mi was not so timid when I was a child!" His dark brown pupils looked at me, and I could see the traces of time from the criss-cross lines on his face.

"..."

"Honey, people who are out of society can't survive." My father rarely told me such a truth, "and school is the best place to meet people of the same age."

"But father, I am different from them." I sincerely expressed my concerns.

"It's your state of being, and they have theirs."

"..."

"Like, can you say you're taller than those lions or cheetahs?"

"Do not……"

"You can't be higher than Hachi, right?"

That is to say, we are all equal in this aspect of life, even though there are various differences in the core of the soul, the most primitive starting point has always been the same.

This is what Chitose said "that's their world", because it is just a deviation in consciousness and does not mean inequality between us.

"Father..." I took a deep breath.

"Don't rush to answer me, honey, this is your decision, it doesn't matter after you think it over."

"Ah."

I looked at him and nodded, and stared at the street where the boy disappeared. The sun seemed to cover the cherry branches with a few light-made flowers. After all, those broken cherry trees would carry his wish and my decision. Floating here again.

29Chapter29. On the occasion of the fragrance of flowers

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Late night update, I can't do it... OTZ

After recovering from a serious illness, is it really a real man to suffer like this?Go to pieces! ! !

One day, two days, three days...

Time is clean and transparent, although I always want to find a way to grasp it, but there is still no beautiful answer.

Ueda-sensei likes to use my long hair to describe how time flies. She always thinks that slightly curly dark brown hair is the best way to witness my growth.So every time, when she reaches out to rub my hair and asks me to finish my homework, I can always feel the achievements of time from the temperature of her palm.

——The achievement that my growth gave her.

Even, from a certain point of view, she took over the role of Aunt Matsumoto, although she is completely different from Aunt Matsumoto.But at important moments, she was always willing to stand in front and take on the delicate work that her father could not do well.

For example, when the sakura in front of the door fell again, she knocked on the door and walked into Hanada's house, just to take care of all the details of the first day of school for me.

As a man who devoted his whole life to nature, his father certainly couldn't understand these family shortcomings.And this friend who met in college, a woman named Haruka Ueda, stepped on the broken cherry blossoms and walked into the door, and took the initiative to bear them:

"I probably know a lot about survival skills, but when high school starts or something, you can just step aside!" Ueda-sensei joked with his father as usual, and closed the door of my room.

The woman put on the school uniform of Sitianbaosi for me, a navy blue sweater jacket, and a light gray pleated skirt.

The school uniform that I haven’t seen for a long time, when it covers my body, many memories about the school are like images on film, following the rope of memory, going back up again.

Teacher Ueda suddenly leaned over and sniffed my hair. I was a little frightened by her action, and shrank back reflexively.After a while, the woman stood up straight and sighed.In the mirror, her eyes turned to me from behind the lens:

"It's impossible to work so hard!"

"Eh?"

"Did you touch paint again last night?"

"..."

"It's all the smell of paint."

"I think it should be..." Before I finished speaking, the woman's eyes stopped me from what I wanted to say next.

"This is an ordinary high school, not an art interest class!" She began to teach sternly.

"Yes!" I closed my eyes and responded immediately.

She shrugged and wiped my face and neck again with a wet towel, hoping it would take away the bitterness from me.

Soon, a gentle expression occupied her cheeks again.She straightened my hair with a comb, and the sun dampened the ends of my hair.The expression of the woman is almost like a happy mother.

So this time, I didn't hold back, and finally asked:

"Isn't the teacher going to have a baby?"

Her hand holding the comb paused for a moment, and then, a kind of weakness, even fragility, that she had never felt before slowly crept into the corners of her eyes.Although she still wants to cover up the past with ordinary actions:

"Yes, but she passed away," she said, looking at me in the mirror.

"..." I was stunned, the air froze for a second, "I'm sorry!"

The woman withdrew her gaze, and she didn't continue the topic. I had no way of knowing anything about Ueda's daughter who had returned to heaven, but I didn't want to touch the wound of a woman who was deprived of her "mother" status.

She reached out and stroked a small tuft of hair near my ear, and tied two faint braids for me on the left and right.

I'm somewhat embarrassed...

"Well, honey sauce should be so cute." Ueda-sensei smiled and rubbed my hair, but I don't know if it's her sincerity or my illusion, I always feel that those eyes are no longer as innocent as before happy.

I don't want to think about it. I never dare to touch other people's wounds. There is no other reason, because I am afraid that they will reach out and touch the scar that I am most afraid of.

Soon after, she handed me over to my father and asked him to send me to school properly.

Along the way, I was thinking about Mr. Ueda. I never thought that such a strong woman would experience that kind of hidden pain.

……

It was later learned that the principal of Sitianbao Temple had been my father's high school teacher.

I believe that my father has put in so much effort for my admission, and while I am grateful, my only thought is the invitation from the boy under the winter sun.

I want to push open the door of the art department and see that boy's world with my own eyes.

After the opening ceremony, I operated the wheelchair and hurried out of the auditorium.

All morning, how many eyes burned me, making me at a loss.

But the exiting crowd suddenly spread past me, and I clumsily operated the wheelchair, but it didn't seem to accelerate at all.

Fearing the world of people, they all looked down at me with eyes nearly half a meter high, but I could only face them with a posture of almost running away.

Even though my father's words were repeated over and over again in my soul: "I am equal to them", the reality is right in front of me, and those eyes are enough to tear me apart.

"What are you in a daze for?" A girl's voice was wrapped in the wind, before I could react.The fingers that were hovering over the scent of flowers trembled slightly.Pointing down, the wheelchair has started slowly, "If you don't hurry up, the first class will be delayed."

"..." I don't know if I should look back, if I look back, should I remember her appearance, or thank her?

"Which class?" The girl said carelessly in Kansai dialect, so pressing that I didn't have time to think about it.

"A year... 3 groups a year." I hurriedly agreed.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, "It's the same class!"

"Eh?" This time, I finally turned around reflexively because of surprise.

In the world behind, the cherry blossoms stirred the spring sun and fell down.The girl's short hair reaches the ear, and the mirror reflects the white sky light.When the deep and shallow powder in the background was decomposed into "pieces", it finally brushed her shoulder blade playfully.

"Ishi Tianlan, it's our first time meeting." The girl curled her lips, "I need to take care of you in the future!" There was a small dimple at the corner of her mouth, and the girl had a sweet but not greasy smile.

"Huada Mi, please give me more advice!" I suddenly lowered my head in embarrassment, and my eyes shifted to the back of the chair, and the girl's white fingers holding the handle of the wheelchair came into my sight.

"Honey..." she repeated, "Well, even the name is so cute!"

In the next second, Shi Tianlan reached out and stroked the top of my head.

It's like being a sister.

And on the way to school, when thinking of Mrs. Ueda’s dead daughter, I had this thought for a moment:

"If she still lives in this world well, maybe she can have an older sister or younger sister."

But now, fate has answered my prayer.

This girl named Lan may have a long and unforgettable story between us.

Miraculous start.

This year - "Flower Seeing" time, the girl in front of me finally made a corner of my obscure and bleak high school beginning, filled with the fragrance of flowers.

30Chapter 30. The end of prosperity

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Suddenly I was very happy that I applied for the list, and met so many literary and fresh girls! =v=

So the 1w5 list really makes me hard for this article, there are 4000 left, and I plan to kill it in four days. (After all, the speed is one thousand per hour, after all, I will start work tomorrow...)

Cough, about who painted the picture that Chitose showed Mi, guess who it is! =L=