Why aren't people raising me

The cries gradually became quieter, and the mountains and forests without light sources really fell into darkness.

When Natsume Masaharu turned into fireflies, it happened to be dusk, and those fireflies swept over every corner of Yahara, as if saying a final silent farewell.

Natsume Takashi raised his eyes, and suddenly saw the surrounding monsters all lowered their eyes after chasing the distant fireflies, as if they had done something wrong.

With one hand pulling Natsume Takashi up, it was Yi Nan.

"He left with a smile." Yi Nan took off the mask, revealing lake-like emerald green eyes, with flashes of light in them, "He left in the arms of his favorite, human friend."

Natsume Takashi was silent for a while, and suddenly understood the reason for the discordant atmosphere around him.

"He didn't blame you, he didn't hate you." The boy explained eagerly, "He also likes monster friends..."

"We understand." Grandpa Yimu stood with his hands behind his back, "That is a gentle child, he never hated any life, he regards this place as his home, but home is sometimes just a place to live, not a place where the soul can be freed The place."

The monster who often drank with Masaharu sniffed his nose, "I wish he was indifferent, otherwise he wouldn't be sad because of someone else's death, and even ran to a human city to experience human life... It's a pity that we can't do anything for him He shares that it's hard for us to understand what he's doing, we can't go into his heart, we must be monsters, and he has a human soul."

"When Masaharu learned that he was rescued by the mountain god and became a substitute for the mountain god... how did he feel?"

"He must be grateful too." Natsume Takashi said, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have said it. Let me go to him for such words."

Because he recognized Natsume Masaharu's identity, and he didn't want to cut off the relationship that Natsume Masaharu had formed.

"It's not so much that he hates his identity as a monster and hates monsters, it's better to say...it's just a kind of helplessness." Takashi Natsume subtly understood that feeling.

He had these eyes that could see monsters since he was a child, so he stood in the middle of the two worlds, struggling and suffering because of this, but now he has gradually found a balance point, he can go to either side, and he can build bonds on either side .

But Natsume Masaharu can't.

He couldn't get what he longed for, and he endured disappointment and despair every moment. Depression was trapped in his heart, and finally he had the thought of death.

Natsume Takashi wiped away his tears, "Didn't Masaharu say that the mountain god only kept a strand of his soul, then I will definitely be able to find him."

The monsters looked at each other, and suddenly a voice hesitated, "We actually don't know this..."

"But if Yazhi said it, we will believe him."

With thin hopes, we ushered in a long wait.

……

After Natsume Masaharu dissipated, part of his relics were given to Natsume Takashi as a human.

Grandpa Yimu left Natsume Masaharu's cave, which was full of gifts from monsters, such as rabbits woven from grass leaves, paper pinwheels, or some shriveled wild flowers.

Natsume Takashi got the books Natsume Masaharu often reads, paper for writing letters, and a mobile phone.

The phone does not have a password and does not need to be unlocked. Natsume Takashi can look through it at will, but he stared at the phone on the table quietly, without moving for a long time.

It was a beep that woke him up.

Natsume Takashi clicked on the message, and a chat box popped up, which was sent by Masaharu's netizen in the chat group.Natsume Takashi knew what Masaharu was doing, but Masaharu was always reluctant to let him see these messages, and said bluntly: "These are too negative, I'm afraid you will be sad."

I'm afraid I'll be sad when I see it, don't you feel sad?

Masaharu Natsume's head portrait is his self-portrait, because he could not be photographed by the camera, he took a tree branch and drew the image of a boy with curly hair on the snow, and painted the eyes red with juice, the juice diluted by snow water became Pale pink, it looks like the same thing, Masaharu is an average painter, but that painting is surprisingly well drawn.

The person who wrote the letter didn't have a note, Natsume Takashi didn't know what relationship he had with Masaharu, and the tone of the other party didn't sound like a well-behaved adult,

[Why haven’t you been online recently, is it because someone left you out? ]

[I went to see the sea of ​​flowers you mentioned, but because there are no flowers in this season, I want to tell you mercilessly that it is not beautiful there at all. ]

Natsume Takashi's fingers wandered on the keys for a long time, and finally replied, [He is gone. ]

He should say goodbye to Natsume Masaharu and his friends one by one.

The opposite read in seconds, but there was no reply for a long time.

Natsume Takashi continued to post, [Sorry, this account will not be used recently, Masaharu has gone to a far away place, I will take care of his things for him temporarily. ]

The words being typed appeared at the bottom of the chat box, and the person on the other side probably wanted to say something. Natsume Takashi waited for a long time, and suddenly saw the person's profile picture grayed out.

going offline?

Natsume Takashi was a little surprised,

Why are you silent?

……

He turned to say goodbye to Natsume Masaharu's other netizens, using vague rhetoric, and resisted not looking at the negative energy things that Masaharu would not let him see, but sometimes he still read one or two replies Natsume Masaharu gave to others.

But even though Natsume Takashi didn't use any cold words, those who communicated with him tacitly sensed the truth of the matter.

Where do you leave your mobile phone for communication?

Only when a person dies will such belongings fall into the hands of the family.

Natsume Takashi communicated with everyone one by one, only to feel a sore shoulder and neck and dry eyes, "There are still some unread messages, remembering so many people, won't Masaharu be tired..."

None of this has the answer.

Natsume Takashi unconsciously looked towards the direction of the forest,

It's a pity that there are no monsters waiting for him there.

……

And one day after two years.

Natsume Takashi sees a child in the train.

The child tied his curly hair into a small braid, leaned half in the arms of the young man beside him, and read the travel brochure with him.

"Although I seem to have been to these places, I only saw them outside, because many attractions charge a fee." The childish voice came intermittently, making Natsume Takashi look sideways at him involuntarily.

Later in the hospital, he was lucky enough to meet him again.

The other party followed closely behind a brown-haired boy, and the two of them rarely let go of their hands, and they knew at a glance that they were close brothers.

"Zhongye, can we skip the blood test?"

"Huh? Are you still afraid of needles?"

The white-haired child pursed his lips, stared at the boy with light pink eyes, and said solemnly, "I'm dizzy."

Then he was lightly tapped on the head, and the red-haired boy said, "Who are you lying to for such an excuse?" After a while, he seemed to have discovered something, and his tone softened, "Masaji, are you afraid?"

Yazhi hugged his waist, "It's not that I'm afraid, I just hate everything related to the hospital."

... Masaharu?

Natsume Takashi read the name.

Is that possible?

He unconsciously said the name, and Masaharu heard the call and didn't know who it was.

Natsume Takashi's heart skipped a beat with the child's confused look.

"Did you call me?"

Natsume Takashi didn't know what expression he made at that moment, he must have lost control for a moment, as if his floating heart had found a home, he lost control to the point where he couldn't help letting out a sentence,

"It turns out that you are really reincarnated..."

In the future, you can hold hands and hug as much as you want, you can be remembered and loved by others, you can participate in and influence other people's lives, you can go with them wherever you want, and you can give your short life the most brilliant meaning.