honey color

Everyone is great. "

"Why?" I looked at him puzzled.

"Because you have mastered our weaknesses." The boy squinted his eyes and still couldn't figure it out, just looked at me with a smile and said.

weakness?I looked straight at this peaceful young man. He kept admitting that he also had "weaknesses", but he would be called a "genius" without weaknesses for a long time to come.

Until three years later, sister Yumiko, who was already at the end of college, appeared at the gate of the tennis court and looked at the three of us with a smile:

"There is a fireworks festival today! Go home early and prepare!"

6Chapter06. Cool Fireworks

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mother.

The first time I heard this word, my impression was already blurred, but in the process of growing up, I found out with horror that I didn't own this word.

My father seemed to avoid it deliberately, and always kept silent or covered up the matter when I mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.

It's just weird, every time I mention this word, I will unconsciously think of that honey-colored dream.

……

I looked down at Aunt Matsumoto.

The passage of six years has left her face with many wrinkles.

Sometimes it's not fair to think about time.On the one hand, he can polish the once beautiful boy into a more beautiful boy, but on the other hand, he can drive the beautiful woman to the old man who has lost his years.

It's just that, after all, it leaves something behind.

For example, my love for Aunt Matsumoto.

"Haha, Mi-chan is so pretty in this bathrobe!" My aunt straightened the long clothes on my body, stepped back a few steps, and said carefully.

I looked down at the light blue dress, on which there were large clusters of pink and purple hydrangeas blooming.I was very shy about this ostentatious costume, so I hung my head and didn't know what to do.

Then, the hair was tied behind the head, and the back of the neck was completely exposed.

"In this case, Honey Sauce will definitely have a good memory at the fireworks festival."

"..." Looking at myself in the mirror, I was already blushing.It's not that I haven't worn a yukata in the past six years, but the fabric of this one today is more gorgeous than I expected, or in other words, it doesn't match my personality at all.

Aunt Matsumoto, who seemed to see my thoughts, covered her mouth and smiled:

"Honey sauce is old enough to dress up!"

"Eh?" I was surprised.

The word "dress up" reminds me of when I was very young, I was walking on the streets of New York with my father. My father looked at the girls with revealing clothes and heavy makeup with disdain and said softly: "It's really unrestrained dressing!" So now I'm thinking , Is there a commendatory interpretation of this word?

In the end, Aunt Matsumoto put the black camera on me very carefully, and stuffed the change and small things into a delicate small handbag and handed it to me.

"Yumiko and the others will come later."

"Ah."

"Why is your face still red?"

"I'm a little nervous."

"Hehe, Honey Sauce is really shy."

"..."

There was a knock on the door, and to my surprise, besides Buer and San, Brother Hong was also among them.

I haven't seen him much since he started working.

"Ah, Hiroshi, are you going with them too?"

"Yes, mother."

Brother Hiro and Aunt Matsumoto were chatting cordially, while I hid behind the wall at the corner of the entrance, anxious about how I should go out and say hello to them in such exaggerated clothes.

"Hey, where's honey sauce?" Sister Yumiko asked strangely.

"Oh, that kid is shy!" Aunt Matsumoto said and walked towards me, so I had no choice but to come out from behind the wall and look at them in embarrassment.

"Ah, Mi is so beautiful!" Yuta first exclaimed bluntly, and I was even more embarrassed by these words.

Sister Yumiko squeezed Yuta's face in a tricky manner, and pretended to preach:

"Boys can't call girls like this! Girls will be frightened!"

Yuta yelled "Wow" twice, the atmosphere eased a lot, and the panic in my heart also reduced a lot, but I accidentally caught a glimpse of the quiet young man, still looking at me with a calm smile.

I said hello to Hiro, and he said that the fabric really suits me. Yumiko sister also said the same. Yuta argued why he was scolded when he praised it?I also complained that it was because my reaction was too intense that I was scolded by my sister.But the quiet young man didn't say a word, just looked at us with a gentle smile, and only echoed a few words when necessary.

……

I walked on the stone road outside the temple in wooden clogs. The shops along the road were busy selling some gadgets. The cheerful noise of people came from all directions. Only the stars and the bright moon in the sky were still so quiet.

Yumiko's sister and Hiro's brother still walked in the front, joking with each other.Six years later, their figures are much taller, but their movements no longer have the same tacit understanding as when I first arrived in Tokyo.Sister Yumiko just kept covering her mouth, and listened to Brother Hiro's words in a polite manner. Although the smile on her face never faded away, there was already a lot of politeness in it.Brother Hiro was just talking, without the gestures he made to sister Yumiko six years ago, and the pure smile.

I guess, something must have happened between them when I didn't pay attention, and now, something ended when I didn't pay attention.

Although what it is, I don't know.

My head was empty thinking about these things, the scattered paper lanterns hung on the branches in the distance, smudged a faint yellow color in the dark particles, and some indifferent yellow sprinkled on the slate, it made me Suddenly there was a sense of alienation.

After six years of living in Japan, I was finally infected with the loneliness and sadness of my "hometown".Or maybe the Japanese all have this kind of sadness, which is only brought out by such and such a situation at an appropriate time.

But when I came back to my senses, I realized something was wrong.

I was walking at the back, but because of my distraction just now, I got separated from the four people in front.

I was thinking that it was broken, but another voice shouted inexplicably and cheerfully.

Without the constraints of sophistication, you may be able to take very good photos.

I didn't have too many scruples, and I didn't feel sad because I was separated. On the contrary, I picked up the camera and walked around and took pictures more happily.

It wasn't until I was tired from walking that the uneasiness in my heart gradually expanded.So I simply sat on the stone steps by the side of the road, thinking that braking statically might be a good choice.

There are so many combinations in the flow of people coming and going in front of me, but I finally freeze on the mother and child.

Mother, an unfamiliar word, has never been yelled out of my mouth.The delusion about my mysterious life experience gradually made me fall into fear.

Maybe my mother betrayed me and my father, maybe it was a heartless woman.

Look, it was obviously a fluorescent summer night, but she never showed up.

Since I was born, I have allowed time to exile me for 12 years.She met me at the first point, and then ran in a straight line to a world I didn't know.

Really, cruel mother.

But it was covered by the golden flower field under the honey-colored sunset, so that he never hated it.

"honey--"

Someone's voice interrupted my train of thought, and I looked back to the source of the sound, only to find that a quiet boy was standing in the crowd, with a lot of sweat on his face, but his smile was still so soft.

"I'm really... so sorry!" I hurriedly stood up and bowed to him.

But at this moment, a bright firework rose from behind.

Those sporadic colors are printed between the youth's blue eyes, bright and quiet.

"It's started, the Fireworks Festival!" Fuji smiled and pointed to a few pieces of color that rose again in the night sky. I turned around suddenly, and the night wind brushed my hair by my ears. Those bright lights made me dizzy.

All the passers-by around cheered, and all their attention was directed to the silent night sky just now. The light colors fluctuated on their faces, like a group of children of gods being nurtured.

Fuji and I just looked up at the night sky one after the other, and we didn't have a conversation for a long time.Until later, the boy slowly walked up to me from behind me, and said calmly:

"Honey sauce, I've already taken the photos for the exchange."

"Oh, is it? What is it?"

"Well, the fireworks festival."

"Ah..." Thinking about it, what I would say at this moment is no wonder it is the fireworks festival.

"Honey sauce, have you decided which middle school to take next spring?" The boy beside him asked again.

"This should still depend on Uncle Matsumoto's aunt, but I heard that they want me to enter the Youth Academy, because that is Hiro's alma mater."

"Well, that's how it is." The young man nodded slightly.

"What about you?" I looked back at Fuji.

"It's the same as you." The boy smiled and said nothing.

"It is the same?"

I thought for a moment, then turned my gaze to the deep night sky.

The memory of this summer ended in fireworks.

7Chapter07. Junior high school turning point

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Spring, cherry blossoms, uniform.

Uncle and aunt Matsumoto finally let me go to Seigaku, half of the reason is that Seigaku is Hiro’s alma mater, and the other half is because I can go to and from school with Fuji Shusuke, which also saves them from picking up.

Although I always said "Auntie, you don't believe me", Aunt Matsumoto insisted that "Girls are not like boys, so you should be worried."

So on the first day of the new semester, the doorbell at home was rang on time.

"Honey Sauce~Zhou Zhu is here!" Aunt Matsumoto shouted loudly.

"Ah, right away!" I was not used to the short skirt of the sailor suit, so I pulled it down unconsciously from the morning.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting!" Finally everything was ready, I ran to the entrance, and at a glance I saw the whole body in black.