honey color

Come quite kindly.

Perhaps at first, the gray rehabilitation center imagined did not exist.

Looking at those kind people, I raised the corners of my mouth unconsciously, cooperating with their series of inspections and tests.

After collecting all my files, Kikuchi sat across from us calmly and said with a smile:

"It's time to come!" The tone is still full of Osaka accent, "I always sit in a wheelchair, and my healthy right leg will gradually lose my ability to walk!"

"Yes... that's it!" My father sighed in surprise and regret, but I quietly reached out and grabbed his wrist.After all, it wasn't his fault. After all, he could only blame himself for being too stubborn.

"In the first month, make sure to come three days a week! First, let Hanada-chan's right leg move on its own."

"Okay, Dr. Kikuchi." I nodded and replied, "I will try my best to cooperate!"

He looked at me and smiled, and then he made a simple recovery plan for me, even including precautions at home.

On the way home, my father and I went one after the other, the drizzle did not stop, and the sky was just blindly gray.There were a lot fewer people on the street, and most of them passed by in a hurry, only me and him walking slowly.

"Father, thank you." Soon, I said this sentence.The mood is no longer the panic at the beginning, and it is not even influenced by the gloomy sky.

"..." My father didn't immediately pick up my words, but the raised corner of his mouth said everything. "Mi, let's speed up!" Soon after, when his low voice suddenly brightened, I felt as if my eardrums were being slapped by the spring rain.

"Eh?" I knew he wasn't that lively person, so I was somewhat surprised.

But my father really picked up his pace, and finally even broke into a trot.

The umbrella above my head no longer covers my face so tightly, and when the rain splashes on my skin, I realize that they are not cold as I imagined, but warm and refreshing.

I laughed from the bottom of my heart, remembering that many years ago, my father and I traveled around the world, and he also liked to say this sentence to me:

"Honey, let's speed up!"

Then we galloped across fields, sandy fields, grasslands and even forests.There are insects in my ears, wild geese above my head, soft grass under my feet, and the smell of green leaves in my nose.

And now, even in a different form, he still said this sentence to me.

He is fulfilling his promise, even if his daughter loses a leg, he will walk for her and gallop with her on this passage of life.

I thought, maybe that hazy dream, that honey-colored talisman, had already cast its spell.

35Chapter35. Four Sunny Days

The author has something to say:

This chapter is very healing, bastard!No one is allowed to say that they want to cry anymore!

Also, Brother Cun will appear in the next chapter... =L=

When the warm air mass from the Pacific Ocean gradually enveloped this piece of land, the only thing that endowed the island country was boundless rain.

The rainy season in June reminds me that a long time ago, I went to visit Uncle Matsumoto's parents with Aunt Matsumoto for the first time, and it was the season when the rainy season flooded.The elderly couple lived in an old Japanese-style house.The tiled roof, the paper door, and the corridor that creaked when stepped on, everything surprised me who had just arrived in Tokyo at that time.

At night, I fell asleep with the sound of rain on my pillow, and the shadows of rockery and flower trees swayed left and right on the paper door. Although it was somewhat scary, it made me vaguely understand the meaning of this season to the Japanese.

Maybe they were dyed blue by the rain a long time ago, so that they will inadvertently reveal that kind of sadness in the afternoon, sunset, night, after a look back, a moment, and a carnival.

This is the rainy season in Japan, the rainy season in my hometown.

……

The treatment in the rehabilitation center was proceeding in an orderly manner, and my father accompanied me every time, until one Saturday morning, he received a call from the magazine, which seemed to be a very urgent matter, although my father emphasized this over and over again Other things had been arranged for the weekend, but the opponent never stopped attacking.

So in the end, both parties took a step back, and the father said that he would pass a little later, and the other party readily agreed.

So, when he and I walked into the rehabilitation center under the shadow of the clouds in the sky, the man had to leave me here alone for treatment:

"I'll try to get back as soon as possible." The wrinkles on my father's forehead became more and more profound under the dark sky. He looked at me and said apologetically, but only got me a smile:

"It's okay." In fact, I'm not as weak as you imagined. In the past nine years without you, I also endured loneliness and walked down. "When the training is over, I can go back by myself."

However, the ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly came to mind, and it kept urging the father to say goodbye to his daughter.He answered obediently and rejected my proposal before turning around and leaving:

"Call me after training, be sure!" At the end, I didn't even forget to add two words for emphasis.

I sat on the wheelchair with my knees up, raised the corners of my mouth and watched him disappear into the continuous rain, feeling a little bit lost for no reason.

——Perhaps imperceptibly, I am still afraid of "back view", because it always adds the word "farewell", forcing me to dare not imagine it anymore.

Dr. Kikuchi is already very familiar with me, just like what Shiraishi said at the beginning, Osaka people are indeed very enthusiastic, and there will always be an indestructible happiness in their bones, and precisely, this kind of happiness is the most Heartwarming.

The amount of training now has improved a lot compared to a week ago. Not long ago, I couldn't even get out of the wheelchair, and I would fall very quickly even with a cane.But now, like a toddler, I can gradually master this tool that is much lighter than a wheelchair.

It's just that every time, when I hold on to the wall and stop walking, I'm so tired and out of breath.

The nurse who assisted me in my training was a young girl with a round face.After helping me to sit down, she left to pour water for me.

I was sitting on the simple chair, my breathing was still not calm, and when I looked up, I realized that although the staggered angle could only allow me to see a corner of Dr. A long time boy.

Kenya Renzuzu, whether it was the one-time encounter with Shirirong, or the anecdotes I heard from Lan in the future, including those teasing Shiraishi about him, made me understand to a certain extent that he should be a person who is loved by others. A boy standing in the middle of the sun.

It's just that it's a bit strange to meet him here, not to mention that he is sitting in Dr. Juchi's office with that exaggerated smile on his face, which makes me a little concerned.

So I supported the chair beside me, tilted my head and looked inside, but because the support rod of the folding chair was not fully supported, I accidentally lost my center of gravity and fell to the ground.

I have never done such a thing as "peeping", and it ended like this for the first time. I can't help but laugh at myself for my bad luck.

I fell to the ground, my thin back pressed against the wall, and there was a heart-pounding pain in my spine.Tears flowed down involuntarily, and the loud noise of the chair falling attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd.

Seeing this, the nurse hurried towards me, and even the two people in the room who had been having a good conversation turned their heads away because of the loud noise.

In fact, from the very beginning, I had no intention of greeting this young man.

After all, that ten-day war, his eyes that ordinary people are used to, have already shown his attitude towards me.

The boy standing in the sun is scorching hot and unapproachable.

When Juchi hurried out of the office, the pain in his back finally slipped from the commanding heights to a general pain, the sound of "humming" in his ears cooled down, and the sound of rushing rain spread out in his ears again.

"Hanata-chan, is it okay?" Kikuchi asked, walking around to my right side, and when he reached out to lift me up, the boy who was standing blankly at one side blocked the nurse, and walked around to my left side by himself.The two worked together, and soon, I was helped to the chair.

"It doesn't matter." I hastily smiled at him, trying to use my smile to dispel his doubts and the nurse's self-blame. "It's all my fault. Sitting on a corner of the chair makes the chair unstable."

Juchi paused, and soon, the urgency on his face finally turned into his usual smile:

"That's good." He nodded.

"Oh——!!!" The boy on the other side suddenly screamed, disturbing everyone's attention, "Your name is Hua Tianmi, right?" His exaggerated expression froze there was enough to make people laugh.

So not long after, after this small episode of the official meeting, Kenzuzu finally stood beside me in front of the window with his pockets in his pocket.Outside the glass, the rain beats everything:

"Uncle Kikuchi used to be in Osaka Hospital with my father. He used to take good care of me. Today I came to see him specially." The young man rubbed the tip of his nose and heard him sniff his nose. I guessed that he might have caught a cold.

"That's right." I agreed.

"Huantianmi, Lan has been mentioning you all the time!" The young man always smiled and squinted at me, while I sat on the folding chair, and somehow noticed a slight change in his gaze.

It was no longer the astonishment of Shi Rijun, but it had turned into a kindness like facing a friend.

Although I don't know where this change came from.

"Lan also keeps mentioning you to me." When I bent the corner of my mouth to look at him, the boy's gray chestnut hair was dyed by the light of the incandescent lamp above his head.

Suddenly I remembered the crying figure of the girl in front of the cherry blossom path that night, the truth she confided to me that afternoon, her bass, and the "person she likes" in her mouth.

……

I raised my head, and when the boy's chiseled profile came into my eyes, I seemed to understand