Yukimura's shadow

Tokyo finally ushered in the first real snow this winter, but it was after Yukimura and the others left.

At first it was just light snowfall, but it was sunny at that time, and Nobuo Harada was worried that the snow would not last long, but there was no sign of stopping after noon, and a thin layer had already accumulated on the road in the evening.If you're lucky, when they come back, Yami may still see the long-awaited red plum under the snow.

"Finally it's snowing..." Nobuo stood by the window, wearing a long padded coat and still wearing the same hospital gown underneath.The circle of glass that had just been wiped above the window gradually became foggy.The row of withered green radish outside the window is particularly conspicuous.

"Those two should have arrived home." He muttered to himself, and retreated into the room from the window.He has lived here for many years, and it stands to reason that there should be much more furnishings in the house than in Yukimura, but the whole room is particularly simple.

So succinct...it makes people uncomfortable to read.

There is a white standard bed, a black fabric wardrobe in the corner, and a shelf and a bench next to the wardrobe.Other than that, there are only some medical equipment.Fortunately, the shelf is an extremely comfortable log color, which makes the room look less cold.

"Two? Who?" Another voice suddenly sounded in the room where he was the only one, but Nobuo was just stunned and then relaxed.

He turned around and looked at the door. The whole body of the visitor was wrapped in a black overcoat, only a head of withered blond hair was particularly conspicuous. He raised his head, and there was a stern look on his young and handsome face, which was dark. The contrast of the skin under the light is more prominent.

"Here we come." Nobuo shouted with a smile.

Cicada responded perfunctorily, closed the door behind her back, carefully took off the cold clothes on her body and hung them on the coat rack in the bathroom.Then he came back into the house with the bag.

"Why are you wearing so little clothes!" He was a little displeased in his tone, staring at Nobuo until he sat back under the quilt before reluctantly retracting his gaze.

He solemnly placed the bag of lemons on the shelf, and put down another bag of food.While moving, he secretly compared the situation in the room with the situation he wrote down when he left last time, and walked around pretending to be casual. After confirming that there was no danger, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The calculations are accurate every time, the supply of lemons~" Nobuo's ending voice rose slightly, and he was very happy.

Cicada snorted coldly, moved the chair near the window and sat down, "I would be happier if you used less lemon."

"That's right, then bring me some clams next time." Nobuo said this seemingly inadvertently, and Cicada immediately fell silent with a dark face.

Nobuo loves lemons like his life, and he never leaves lemons every day. Only in this way can he relieve the pressure in his heart.And clams are almost the same as cicadas.

Unable to continue the conversation, he had to look around the room again.The place where he was sitting was facing the direction of the door and beside the window. No matter which side had an accident, he could respond immediately. His habits over the years made him subconsciously be as considerate as possible.

His gaze fell on the shelf, and Cicada's eyes lit up.

"That guy has a good eye once in a while." He pointed to the uniquely colored shelf recommended by his old friend Yanxi.Although that guy was always talking about the famous "Jack Crispin" quotes, it was rare to ask him something, but I didn't expect it to be quite reliable.

Thinking of this, Cicada couldn't help curling the corners of her lips, and the corners of her eyes softened a little, but it was just a fleeting scene.Afraid of Nobuo's questioning, he coughed lightly, and took the control of the words into his own hands.

"How about surgery?"

"It's just a minor operation, nothing serious." Nobuo smiled, "Don't worry."

Cicada glanced at him silently, and saw that although his face was still a little pale, there was still a smile on his face, and he didn't know if he did it on purpose for her to see, or there was nothing wrong with it.But looking at his extremely relaxed appearance, Cicada only felt that the gloom in his heart seemed to dissipate a little.

"Let me worry less." He snorted coldly, crossed his legs, and his tone was very rude.

And Nobuo seemed to have gotten used to his strange temper long ago, and accepted this sentence with a smile.On the contrary, it made Cicada even more uncomfortable.

"...Where's that girl you mentioned last time?"

"Girl?" Nobuo thought for a while before realizing that he might be talking about Masami Nagasawa.

"Ah, that guy's situation is very strange..." Nobuo frowned, as if he didn't know how to express it.He lifted the quilt with his hand, and remembered the scene when Yukimura called him in a panic in the morning and asked him to help.

Yukimura Seichi was sitting on the ground, and it was reported that Nagasawa Masami was lying unconscious in his arms. Yukimura said that she was terribly hot, but he was inconvenient to move, so he asked Nobuo to go upstairs to help.

Because it is in the hospital, it is a problem to take a dose of cold medicine, let alone take some antipyretics. The distribution of medicines is strictly supervised. Change it for her.

There was a sudden knock on the door, which startled both of them, and saw that the person was about to open the door.Yukimura hurriedly picked up Masami and sat back on the bed, while Nobuo cooperatively stuffed the water basin under the bed, and when the sheets were put down, there was a faint shadow, which was hard to be noticed without looking carefully.

The person who came happened to be Dr. Okubo. She had a smile on her face as always, and she didn't know if she found anything.

She first congratulated, and then eagerly said some words of advice. Lala Zaza was there for a while. After she left, Yukimura lowered his head and found that Yami had woken up, and the fever on his body had miraculously subsided. many.

Masami soon found Nobuo, and she struggled to get up to thank her, but Nobuo quickly waved her hand and refused.Although he couldn't see Masami, he could still hear the voice and see Yukimura's expression.

He stood for a while, and then even himself was frightened by the wattage of his light bulb, so he simply slipped back.But judging from the few words he heard, the original shadow theory seems to have some signs of wavering.

Being able to have a fever... sounds more and more personal...

"Did you go back two weeks ago?" Cicada suddenly asked, pulling Nobuo back from his thoughts.He lowered his head and peeled the apple, as if staring at it carefully.The apple looked like a work of art in his hands, the skin had been peeled extremely thin, and every inch was extraordinarily uniform, hanging long in the trash can, it was never broken.

But those who are familiar with him know that the cicada can cut extremely well even with its eyes closed, and there is no need to stare at it without blinking.

His sudden question made the unsuspecting Xinfu stunned.Simply Cicada didn't rush to ask, and gave him half of the cut apple, and he took it with a normal expression.

"Thank you."

Cicada didn't speak, she bit the apple and clicked it, then stared intently at Nobuo, as if waiting for his answer.

"I heard that cutting it once can bring good luck, why are you throwing it away?"

"gone back?"

"…Um."

Nobuo lowered his head and let out a barely audible sigh.

"The doctor said I'm doing well, so he gave me a holiday and let me go home and have a look." He said this with a trace of sadness on his face.He turned his head away not to let Cicada see his expression, but he also understood that it was just deceiving himself.

As his guardian, Cicada couldn't have seen the medical report.What's more, Cicada has excellent observation skills, and it is impossible to hide such a small action from him.

The cicada moved its ears and snorted to show that it was listening.Nobuo could only bite the bullet and continue talking.

"She...is fine." Nobuo never dared to mention his mother in front of Cicada, so he had to use "she" instead. "I also cleaned up the tombstone."

Cicada was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, then as if she couldn't stop laughing, she simply burst out laughing.

"How can she be bad? She is so shrewd, I'm afraid she has already calculated everything. Even her own death is also calculated by her!"

"cicada…"

Cicada still kept laughing until he turned around and slammed his fist on the wall. The laughter stopped abruptly. The red eyes of the boy reflected in the window were glaring. .

But then he took another deep breath and closed his eyes.The eyelashes kept trembling, and upon closer inspection, there were traces of moisture in the corners of the eyes.

"...it's just us."

He suddenly remembered the report he had received before, and the doctor's order clearly stated that the cancer was getting worse.He has seen such words many times over the years, but every time he will be as frightened as ever.

He stood there with his head bowed, his fists clenched and then loosened, and the light stretched his shadow so long that he looked like a lonely child again.

As if wanting to hide her embarrassing side, Cicada walked towards the bathroom without saying a word, and put on that black overcoat.The pitch black color enveloped the whole body again, and Nobuo only felt that there seemed to be black air rising from behind him, but there was nothing upon closer inspection.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully, only to feel relieved when he realized that there was no sound like the beating of a snare drum.

And the cicada over there seemed to be doing the same thing. He heard the cicada, which symbolized life, calling softly in his ears. Although it was not as loud as others, it was still calling tirelessly.

For the first time, I feel that this thing that once made people want to go crazy is so moving.

He will survive, at least in the near future.

"I will make good money, and you don't have to worry about medical expenses."

Cicada was holding the doorknob, but she couldn't use any strength. The hands that had been holding the knife all year round were shaking violently, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Brother... don't leave me behind, okay?"

Opening and closing the door, Nobuo was left alone in the room, staring at the ceiling wondering what he was thinking.

The author has something to say: let’s go to the plot first, there is a place in this paragraph that reflects the foreshadowing of the previous one, it is not a bug, but it is intentional like that in the previous article.

☆, a new step

The moment he walked out of the hospital gate, a feeling of another world came to his heart.Even though it was snowing, there were quite a few people on the street holding umbrellas and walking in a hurry.Many people came to the hospital one after another, and many of them just came out of the hospital like Yukimura.

The leather shoes stepped on the snow, and then stepped on the marble steps, making the sound of water.

He stood at the entrance of the hospital and looked at it with a smile on his face for a while. The two stood snuggled up, like two children who hadn't seen the sun for a long time.It's just that Yami was a little mentally ill, she tugged Yukimura's sleeve, and the latter knew how to leave.Then she was obediently led by Yukimura, looked around on the way, but there was not much movement.

There are no dark tiles on the small bungalows, and the light is constantly refracted back and forth between the glass walls, which seems to make the whole city twice as bright... This is what Tokyo looks like...

But it turns out that things like trams, no matter which big city you're in, are packed like hell.

Yukimura was holding the pole by the door with one hand, while the other hand was hanging by his side stiffly at a loss.Because—he was hugging Masami's waist.

The tram was very crowded. Although everyone tried their best to maintain the bus etiquette of not being noisy, they still heard small commotions such as "don't squeeze", "my clothes—" and "what are you doing" from time to time.Everyone couldn't see Yami, they just felt that there was still space here, so they kept pushing towards it.

Yami curled herself into a ball as much as she could, but it didn't help.

Yukimura turned sideways slightly, covering Masami in his arms, trying to use his body to cut off a shelter for her.

Yami raised her head with difficulty, meeting his eyes just in time.

Fragmentary complaints, the sound of flipping newspapers, the sound of cloth rubbing... even the sporadic music leaking from the earphones, and the sound of heartbeats becoming clearer and clearer... The temperature in the car seems to be gradually rising...

It seems that because there are too many people, the tram gradually smells of sweat.Someone crowded behind Yukimura, Masami could only wrap her arms around Yukimura, and buried her head tightly in his chest.

At this time, she couldn't help complaining, why not send her back to that dark world?

Fortunately, it doesn't take too long to take the trams, and they are clinging to each other. Although it is still crowded, it seems to be within the bearable range.

There is some lingering smell of disinfectant, and there is also a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.This reminded her of what happened this morning.

Yami woke up in Yukimura's arms, the fear of escape from the tiger's mouth still remained in her mind, her head was still a little groggy, but the fresh smell made her feel a lot better.

After realizing her situation, she let herself go for a while. Fortunately, she still had a little fever at that time, and Yukimura Seichi was chatting with Dr. Okubo again. Even if she noticed it, she would just treat it as a red face. .

Well... Anyway, that's how she comforted herself.

Knowing that Nobuo Harada had rushed to help, Masami immediately wanted to get up and thank him.It's just that his body was still a little weak, and he almost fell when he got up, but fortunately, Yukimura hurriedly supported him.

"Be careful..." There was some complaint and some pampering helplessness in her tone.

Masami blushed again, but Yukimura thought she was burning again, so he quickly reached out to check the temperature.By the time Masami recovered from the trance, Nobuo Harada had already said goodbye and left.

"Just now...thank you..."

"You're all right is the most important thing."

Seeing his worried expression, she looked away a little guilty, always feeling that she might do something unexpected when she looked at Yukimura again.

It was at this time that Masami discovered her own changes.

Perhaps the clouds outside the window gradually moved, the sunlight dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling became the main light source.

Masami saw Yukimura's shadow change direction completely, she lowered her head blankly, his shadow was on one side, and she was on the other side.She narrowed her eyes with some fear, but the feeling of being suddenly pulled away never came.

Startled, she stretched out her hand to tug on Yukimura's sleeve.

"Ok?"

"Yukimura-kun, me, me, me..." Yukimura patted her on the back, signaling her not to be nervous.

"I think... I can leave the shadow..."

Yukimura was startled suddenly, as if a thunder had exploded in his ears.

"Are you sure?" He forced a smile, frowned again, reached out to help Yami up, and raised his chin encouragingly at her, "You try first."

Yami pursed her lips tightly, looked at him, and then slowly stood up straight.She still held Yukimura, and took a step hesitantly.The moment her snow-white feet touched the floor covered with white tiles, a icy feeling came from her soles, which made her shiver uncontrollably, but what followed was joy just around the corner.

She took another step forward, this time with the same touch.The cold, but solid floor seemed to put a thick layer of protection on her heart.

"Yukimura-kun!" She raised her head happily, Yukimura Seiichi still had the same smile on his face.

"Congratulations." As he said this, no matter whether it was his expression or tone, he couldn't find any faults, but Yami just felt something was wrong.

But she couldn't wait to walk around again, and Yukimura had to slowly let go of her hand.

When the palms were gradually separated, Yami suddenly felt like something heavy was pressing on her heart, making her breathless.This feeling became more and more obvious as they loosened more and more, she turned her head in surprise, but it was too late.When the fingertips brushed against each other, there was a swish, and a white light flashed past.

She fell back again, knocking Yukimura onto the bed.

"Hey, Yami, are you okay?"

Yami leaned against his chest, frowning tightly, unable to speak a word due to the pain, some bizarre clips flashed in her mind, but she couldn't catch it, as if something was exploding in her mind...

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In a general ward in Area B, the old man on the bed next to the door walked out slowly with the support of his wife, intending to walk in the corridor.And the middle-aged man by the window was leaning comfortably on the bed at this time, with one foot still hanging in mid-air with a thick plaster cast on it.

He held a newspaper wide open in his hands, frowning and looking at it carefully, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem, but it was strange that he didn't flip it for some reason.

"Hello." Someone knocked on the half-hidden door, and Mori Kogoro quickly pulled out the erotic magazines from the newspaper, stuffed them back into the backrest behind him, then tucked in the corner of the quilt, and then picked up After reading the newspaper that he had read for more than an hour, he looked bitter and bitter, as if he was still immersed in thinking about some major issue that worried the country and the people.

All these actions were completed in an instant, and I swear in the name of a detective, Mori Kogoro is confident that no one will notice.

He pretended to cough twice, and said in a low voice, "Please come in."

The door was gradually pushed open, revealing the figure of a young man, who smiled shyly while nodding, his movements somewhat cautious.He was wearing a fluffy cotton coat that reached to his knees, revealing the uniformly distributed hospital trousers underneath.

"Um... sorry. Excuse me... is Mr. Mori Kogoro here?"

Mori Kogoro was secretly observing under the cover of a newspaper, and when he saw that he was a very kind-looking young man, he immediately felt relieved. He put the newspaper down, and relaxed and leaned on the backrest.

"Oh, I am. What's the matter, boy."

"I'm sorry... I have something to trouble you... May I bother you?" Nobuo smiled a little embarrassedly, and stood at the door waiting for Mori Kogoro's answer. There are still people waiting outside.

Mori Kogoro let out an oh with great interest, and sat up slightly.It was so boring in the hospital, and he would be very happy if some fun came to his door.

"tell me the story!"

"Is there something I can't figure out? Or an emotional dispute? Did you find something wrong?" Mori Kogoro became more and more excited as he spoke. If it wasn't for the inconvenience in his legs, he would probably jump up and grab Nobuo's shoulder hard Shaking, wishing he could spit out everything immediately.

God knows that he is almost moldy from boredom!He misses the beer, the fried chicken, and those nerve-wracking cases!Hmm... and the beautiful young lady on the TV show...

Gee, it doesn't matter, he wants to hear something interesting to keep his brain from getting rusty.

Nobuo turned and said something towards the door, and then pulled two people in.

Mori Kogoro was still guessing what Harada Nobuo would ask him, and every pore on his body seemed to be cheering for it, but when he saw the two figures who couldn't wait to run in——

"Uncle Detective!" The two pink and tender little girls yelled sweetly, and jumped to Kogoro Mori's bed, while Futa was led into the room by Nobuo, and yelled crisply One sound.Although he still looked a little shy, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, as if he was also looking forward to something.

Mori Kogoro's expression changed in fright, and he shrank back hastily.

"Hey, boy, do you want a detective to explain math problems to elementary school students?!"

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Today, the cat at home gave birth to a cub again, and watched the video with the family, satisfied~

☆ When I was a child

Nagasawa Masami can finally leave the shadow——

But the premise is to maintain physical contact with Yukimura, just like a medium, at first it was a shadow, and now it has become his whole person.

In the afternoon, the station gradually became sparsely populated, and there were thin piles of snow along the roadside, all swept from the road.The biting wind whistling, Yukimura could only take the trouble to tuck up the fluttering scarf.There weren't many people walking around, and not many people were willing to go out in such a cold weather.

At this time, they had already got off the Shinkansen and entered Kanagawa Prefecture, and now they were waiting for a transfer at a small station that Masami didn't know.

Masami glanced at Yukimura Seiichi with some guilt, then looked down at the hands they were holding, and looked away with a blushing face, always feeling a little uncomfortable.But Yukimura stared straight ahead, as if he didn't notice her small movements.

His palms were larger than his own, with slender fingers, like hands made for art.Yami could still imagine with her eyes closed, the appearance of these hands holding the paintbrush, with distinct knuckles and clear breath.But maybe because of holding the racket often, a thin layer of calluses formed in his hands, which were itchy.

Obviously, she couldn't feel the temperature at all—otherwise she wouldn't be able to continue wearing this white dress (the heroine's standard) in the winter—but her palms were so hot that she felt a little sweaty.

A little sticky, but not greasy at all.

"I'm distracted again... I'm about to get in the car."

"Ooh..."

Yami was fascinated by looking at her hands, and suddenly Yukimura's voice came. She lowered her head and responded reflexively twice, and was about to step up to get into the car, but she bumped her head on his chest.

Yami clicked her tongue in pain, raised her head, and looked at him inexplicably.

"I lied to you." Yukimura said blankly.

"..."

Yukimura raised the corners of his lips slightly, and reached out to help her rub her forehead, but he couldn't hold back and rubbed her head again. The black and soft hair slipped through his fingers, and a sense of satisfaction gradually emerged in his heart for no reason. Yukimura was taken aback for a moment, and promptly withdrew his hand.

"However... I'm not worried about you getting lost." He smiled, but Yami felt that the words should not be pleasant, "After all...you will come back to me in a moment."

He spoke ambiguously, and stared straight at her with a pair of eyes, the depths of his eyes were as deep as the midsummer night sky, decorated with fine stars.It clearly means that Yami needs him as a medium, but it is very easy to misunderstand.

"You...I..." Yami blinked, resisting the urge brought by the rapid heartbeat, and looked away with her usual expression.

"Ah, the car is coming!" She exclaimed, pointing to the slowly approaching tram not far away, seeing Yukimura looking over with her finger.Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.

Yukimura glanced at her, Masami looked at her nose, nose and heart, as if she didn't see it.When the car stopped, the two lined up and got on the car.

There were not many people at the station, and Yukimura was not worried that anyone would notice the communication between the two of them.When getting into the car, Masami followed Yukimura and leaned over to take a look. The driver was pushing his small glasses and staring straight ahead. She stuck out her tongue guiltily, and then followed Yukimura to the empty seat and sat down majestically.

The advantage of becoming like this is that you can evade fares without psychological pressure-if this is considered a benefit.

The urban area of ​​Yokohama is still not quite the same as that of Kyoto, but it is similar to Tokyo.When you leave the city center and enter the residential area, everything starts to look similar again.Narrow streets, students wearing uniforms and carrying schoolbags laughing and playing, jingling bicycles coming and going...

As soon as you approach, you can smell the smell of home.

Yukimura sat by the window, and Masami sat beside him.Yukimura was wearing earphones, but there was no sound from the player. It seemed to others that he was whispering to someone with the earphones, but in fact he couldn't resist Masami's curiosity, and was lowering his voice to introduce the journey to Masami.

Yami is basically on the mountain all year round - the school is two points and one line, so even though he lives in a metropolis like Kyoto, his ignorance and curiosity about the metropolis is no less than that of people on remote islands.

Yukimura lowered his voice, a little hard to hear, she leaned over unconsciously.When I got closer, I felt that every time I heard a word from him, it was low-key and full of magnetism, and a big piece of my heart seemed to be crisp.Little did he know that her curious face, her eyes wide open, and her attempt to maintain a proper manner with him, looked more and more like a deceitful little white rabbit to Yukimura.

"Fortunately, no one on the bus thought it was noisy." After getting off the bus, he deliberately put on a relieved expression.It is common-sense social etiquette in Japan to keep as quiet as possible in places such as buses, and it is impolite to make a scene that disturbs others by making a scene.

Masami blushed angrily, and turned her head to look at the street.It was she who got carried away with curiosity.

On both sides of the street are mostly courtyards of other people's homes, with some shrubs planted.When I want to come to spring and summer, it must be a colorful look.

She didn't know where Yukimura was going. She thought he would go home directly, but after comparing it with the scene near his house that she occasionally saw in her memory, she felt that something was wrong, but it had nothing to do with her Anyway, she will be there wherever Yukimura goes, this is not something she can decide, it is better to continue to look around.

"Go pick up Mikuri." Seemingly seeing Masami's doubts, Yukimura explained aloud.

Real chestnut?Masami was stunned for a while, and then remembered that she had seen a younger sister in Yukimura's family before, and it was probably the Shili he was talking about.

It wasn't until Yukimura Seiichi was hospitalized that Masami appeared more often. Although she turned into a shadow very early, she was also sleeping in the dark during the time when Yukimura was in poor health. Not too understanding.What's more, because Shili is too young, her parents are not willing to take her to the hospital to visit Yukimura Seichi often.

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Shili is still in the middle of the second grade of elementary school this year.She wears two cute braids, and the little yellow cap on her head fits well, but the school uniform is a little too big. My mother was worried about her, so she asked her to add a cotton-padded jacket outside the school uniform, revealing the school uniform inside. The logo of Shanghai Lihai University Affiliated Primary School.

Yukimura Mikuri was arguing with someone while walking towards the school gate.Although the little Momoko who had just transferred from Shizuoka County talked a lot, she unexpectedly had the same smell as her.

They are now arguing whether the cherry blossoms have become cherry blossoms or not.

"I've been eating cherries for so many years, it must not be from the cherry blossom tree—" Shili wrinkled her nose. There is a cherry blossom tree at home, and she often eats cherries, but she never cared whether the cherries were from cherry blossoms or not. Now think about it a little regret.

"Hmph, but the one named Yingyingzi is me, so you have to listen to me—" The guy with the black head released a big killer.

At this moment, there was a loud shout at the door.

"Yukimura Mikuri! Your sister is here to pick you up!" was the monitor's voice.

"You also have a sister?" Yingyingzi's eyes became sharp when she heard the word "sister".There seems to be a bit of gnashing of teeth when speaking.

Yukimura Mikuri frowned, and was about to say that she didn't have a sister, and suddenly she felt blessed.

"Cherries must not have changed from cherry blossoms! If you don't believe me, let's wait and see next spring!"

She held Yingyingzi's hand and gave solemn instructions, with a serious face as if she was in the afternoon, scaring Yingyingzi back a step.But in the next second, Shi Li turned his face away, and immediately beamed with joy, and Sa Yazi ran towards the school gate.

"elder brother--"

Shi Li ran very fast, the sound dragged on for a long time, trembling unceasingly, the yelling was vague, but it was not hard to hear the pronunciation.

Cherry Zi stuck out her tongue towards her back, saw that she was thrown down, snorted, then dragged her small backpack with some grievances, lowered her head and walked a few steps with her mouth pursed.

When she got a little closer, she subconsciously looked at the person whose legs were being held by Shi Li, and her eyes lit up instantly, as if seeing a delicious snack, she opened her mouth slightly, and after a few seconds, it seemed Something glittered at the corner of his mouth.

"Beauty, beautiful sister..."

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In the end, Yukimura took on the task of picking up and dropping off the two children.The place where Cherry lives is roughly in the same direction as his house, and sending her back is just a matter of little effort.

The two little guys discussed from "Will the snow on Mt. Holding one hand in each hand, he is often drawn into the topic, but he will give a few sentences at most, and will never give an answer.

Because the two children were there, Yami remained silent.It's just that Yukimura was holding both hands by the children, so she continued to walk on his shadow.

The noisy appearance of the two little guys reminded her of her little junior sister again.I remember when I was a child——

She paused slightly.

Seeing that Yukimura and the others were still advancing, she hurriedly followed and stepped into the shadow.Yukimura turned his back to her and was listening carefully to Shili's question, but it didn't mean he didn't notice Masami's strangeness.He glanced back, but Yami shook her head towards him, her face still calm and calm.

The night gradually enveloped the earth, and the street lamps on the street lit up one by one.

Yami pursed her lips, recalling her memory consciously in her mind, over and over again, but she couldn't remember her childhood clearly.She remembered that she was born in France, and she remembered that she returned to Japan later, but she couldn't remember any more specific content during this period.

The image that appeared when she had a splitting headache in the morning flooded her mind again, she clenched her fists secretly, her body trembling slightly, but she tried her best to avoid being noticed by Yukimura.She shook her head, trying to calm herself down, but to no avail.

Broken pictures, mutilated sound, like pieces of broken glass on the ground, each piece is glowing with a cold light like a blade.

April Fool's Day Theater:

Nagasawa Masami: For so long, I dare not face up to my feelings for you.You also know that if I suddenly disappear forever...

Yukimura Seichi: Well, I'll remember to find another one.

The author has something to say: It seems that I am really, a face-slapping madman.

Originally set the April Fool's Day flag "I will update tomorrow" for April Fool's Day

In the end, I really updated it...

Originally, there were entertainment activities during the Ching Ming Festival, but now all of them have been canceled due to the sudden poverty...

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Tomb-sweeping day, try to change every day.

Well, this is a flag, please refer to the first sentence of the opening paragraph for details.

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When I was a child, I always thought that the Arctic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, Africa...all belong to China, so...the article does not contain any allusions...,

☆, go home