Yukimura's shadow

After the group returned home, it was completely dark.

The alleys where the Yukimura family lived were almost all courtyard houses.There is no high wall, and the wooden fence is less than half a meter high, so that he can see the figure standing in front of the fence from a long distance, hunched over, holding the fence with both hands, looking towards the intersection, and he doesn't know where to stand. how long.

When she saw the figures of the two, she withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to take care of the flowers and plants.If it weren't for Yukimura's amazing eyesight, he might have been deceived like Mikuri.

Yukimura's heart warmed, and he hurriedly walked a few steps, while Shili threw off his hand and ran up.The small schoolbag was bouncing on the back, and the little yellow hat was blown over before it could support it for a long time. Fortunately, the village caught it quickly, otherwise it would be blown to nowhere by the wind.

"grandmother--"

The old man pretended to hear the sound and looked up. Although she was very old, she looked much younger than her peers.He is well dressed, has an extraordinary temperament, and presumably is a well-educated person.

"Slower."

Shi Li threw herself into her arms, and the old man lovingly touched her head, but put his other hand into the coat and touched her back, feeling relieved that it wasn't too wet.

"grandmother."

Yukimura walked up to her slowly and called out.The old man patted him lightly on the shoulder, the corners of his eyes were curved, all the fine lines were piled up, but he could still get a glimpse of the scenery of his youth.

"I'm back." She said with a smile, as if it was no different from usual.

She turned and walked towards the house, Yukimura hurried forward to support her, grandma looked up at him, smiled and patted his hand for a while, and didn't say much during the period.But the expression in those already cloudy eyes was enough to make Yukimura full of emotion.

Knowing that Yukimura Seiichi would go home, her mother Kyoko was in a daze at work all day, the planned menu was changed and changed, and the abandoned purchase list was full of messy notes.Father originally had a project in hand today, so he hurried to the place, and finally rushed into the house just before dinner.

"I'm sorry... I'm late... It's snowing outside again." My father walked in, rubbing his hands in the cold, with a helpless tone.

Yukimura Kyoko helped him put away the umbrella, and he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.He was about to ask his wife about his son when Yukimura came out.

"Dad." He walked forward, found his father's slippers from the shoe cabinet, knelt down and placed them at his feet.When he raised his head, his smile was like the warm sun in winter.

"thanks for the effort."

Father was taken aback for a moment, and the bright yellow light in the entrance clearly reflected the astonishment on his face and the emotion that followed.

"Ah... ah, that..."

"Will it be too late if we don't serve dinner?" Kyoko kindly reminded, nodded appreciatively to Yukimura Seichi, turned around and went back to the restaurant, leaving room for the father and son to communicate.

"Ah... ah, okay, I'll change it right away."

His father's eyes flickered, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't do it, so he hurriedly responded a few times, buried himself down and changed his shoes, and the gray slippers that he was used to wearing on weekdays looked a little different and warm.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and put the changed leather shoes back into the cabinet.

"Welcome home...son."

Because it was at home, there was not much restraint at the dining table, and the family chatted happily. Even when talking about Yukimura's condition, he was very optimistic, just like a trivial matter.

Yukimura occasionally glanced at Masami distractedly, but he could only see the back of her head, and he didn't know what she was doing.

Nagasawa Masami sat quietly behind the chair, with her arms around her legs, trying to reduce her sense of existence.Such a warm family made her a little envious, but also a little at a loss.

Logically speaking, every direct line of the Nagasawa family should join the sect to practice, but there are too many variables in the previous generation, and Masami's mother is one of them.The mother in Yami's impression is not strict, but maybe it has something to do with her career as a bank executive. She is also a person who is occasionally too rational.

His father's temperament is quite different from that of his mother. As a pure Frenchman, his father, who is a painter, seems to satisfy all the world's assumptions about Frenchmen.Romantic, unrestrained, frantically chasing what the heart desires, but easily distracted.But luckily he is surprisingly loyal to his family.

Before she began to practice, she also experienced the warmth of a family, but it had been many years.

When was the last time we met?What is the younger brother who was a little Douding back then like now?

"call…"

She didn't want to spoil Yukimura's mood, so she curled herself up quietly, pretending to be concentrating on watching the TV show.The evening news of NHK was playing on the TV, and when she came back to her senses, she happened to hear a broadcast.

"...There have been frequent disappearances in Tokyo recently, and most of the known targets are women. According to the police investigation, women in the following areas must be careful when going out..."

The map behind the host jumped to Tokyo, and circled some of the red circled areas with a baton.Yami was taken aback, and sat up straight vigilantly.

The circle on the lower right...isn't it the area where the general hospital is located?

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As the night deepened, the family members returned to their rooms one after another.Yukimura was the only one left watching TV on the sofa, no more relish than he was watching a criminal investigation drama, Masami sat next to him nervously, looking up at the clock from time to time.

"It seems... there seems to be no sign of disappearing tonight..." She laughed dryly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

It's not like Yami didn't exist at night in the past, but that was in the ward where only Yukimura was alone, not to mention that this was the first time she had existed for such a long time...

It's the third day...

She poked her instep boredly, her tiny toes twitching restlessly.

"There's nothing I can do about it..." Yukimura was much more relaxed than her, seeing that the TV series was almost over, he simply turned off the TV and reached out to her.

"Huh?" Yami looked puzzled.Yukimura Seiichi simply grabbed her hand and pulled her to stand up.

"Go back to your room." As he said so, he dragged her up the stairs.The wooden stairs went up and branched against the wall, leading to his and his sister's room on one side, and to his parents' room on the other.Because of her inconvenient legs and feet, grandma moved to the first floor in her early years, which is close to the courtyard, and it is also convenient for her to take care of her flowers.

Masami Nagasawa felt a little inappropriate, but she also felt that she had a ghost in her heart instead of explaining it.Had no choice but to be dragged upstairs all the way.

With the sound of light footsteps on the stairs, the downstairs door gradually closed.In a trance, Yamei heard the voice of chanting Buddha, but when she listened carefully, she heard nothing, so she had to give up.

Although he is a boy, Yukimura's room is always tidy.It's not that Masami Nagasawa has never been to the dormitory of the brothers and sisters. Although everyone will clean the room according to the requirements of the morning class, there are still one or two differences in the details.

There is a single bed at the entrance, the window is opposite the door, and the desk is in front of the window.There are many books on the bookcase, which are of various categories. There is also a special display cabinet, which contains some trophies that Yami has never seen before.

Yukimura closed the door first, then stepped forward to tighten the curtains, and after double-checking, he turned off the light.The moment the light went out, Yami was startled almost subconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Yukimura gave her a strange look, then walked to the bed, reached out and began to take off the sweater.In the darkness, it seemed that even the sound of cloth rubbing against each other became more obvious.

...The purpose of turning off the lights is to allow myself to move freely, how could I even forget this.

"Well...it's okay..." Yami responded awkwardly, and couldn't help but cursed herself inwardly.She walked to the display cabinet, and was about to ask him about the trophies inside, when she suddenly looked up and found that Yukimura was taking off his clothes, and for a moment she was lost again.

"You, what are you doing?" She wished she could bite off her tongue, but she couldn't take back what she had said.

"Huh?" Yukimura unbuttoned the second button of his shirt and looked over innocently. His short hair was messy because he just took off his sweater, and his delicate collarbone was looming under the cover of the shirt.

"Well...it's okay, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you can continue." Yami turned her head and coughed lightly, and looked at his bookcase with a serious face. When she saw the title of "Chao Sao", she was inexplicably ashamed.

Yukimura was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, so he walked over slowly.

Obviously it is possible to retreat, but the legs seem to be filled with lead.The fiery breath in his ears intertwined with the fragrance of his body, which made Yamei feel a little lost again.

"Why are you coughing? Is it...you can already feel the temperature?"

Yukimura paused, seeing that she was still wearing a white dress, the worry in her eyes did not seem to be fake.

"Ah... I..." Yami wanted to deny it, but a gust of night wind blew outside the window, and all the curtains floated up, engulfing the two of them. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but I really felt a little chill on my arms.

Yukimura leaned forward to close the window, she reached out to touch it, and she really got goosebumps.

If she can really feel the temperature... What can she do with just this one dress...

"If...you don't mind...cough, you can go to bed and sleep."

Yami raised her head in surprise, and the young man who was close at hand suppressed the scorching heat coming from the tips of his ears, with a concerned look on his face, as if he was talking about a very normal thing.

"Anyway... I don't mind." He smiled slightly, making it impossible to find fault at all.

The author has something to say: Emotional drama is really... hard work... so tired...

I want to, skip this pair!I don't want to see them again in the next chapter!

☆、Everyone is a detective