[Tutor] Eight-pack abs Sakuragi-san

"Didn't I say... don't bother me if you have nothing to do?"

Sakuragi-san stood at the door, looking at the old man with a kind smile on his face outside the door, feeling a little helpless for a while.

"Miss Sakuragi, am I afraid that you will be alone? Anyway, my old man has no wife, so I just want to come and do something for Miss Sakuragi. If Miss Sakuragi doesn't mind troublesome old man, I—"

The old man had a kind smile on his face and was holding a broom in his hand.

"Sorry, I find it troublesome."

Sakuragi-san had alienated eyes on his cold face, and then closed the door without hesitation.

"It really hasn't changed from before."

The old man stood at the door, looked at the closed door, opened his mouth in a daze, then shook his head helplessly with a smile.

"Xiao Sang, is anyone here?"

"No, no."

Sakuragi-san walked into the room following grandma's voice, and saw grandma drinking tea, her eyes still remained on the only cherry tree outside the window.The old man slowly put down the tea bowl with wrinkled hands, then stood up in a dignified posture, and walked in front of Sakuragi-san.

"What do you want to eat? Grandma will make it for you."

The old woman stroked Ying Musang's hair with her hand, and the warm smile on her face, which was marked by the vicissitudes of time, seemed to have never changed.

"Wagashi! I like the wagashi made by grandma the most!"

Sakuragi-san's eyes lit up, then he stretched out his hand and immediately grabbed the old man's arm, shaking it slightly as if coquettish.

The old woman nodded with a smile, her brown eyes were full of pampering.

The girl stretched out her hand to hold the old woman's hand, and with a bright smile on her face, she said some interesting things to make grandma laugh on purpose.

Such a time is too familiar.

Time seems to have stopped five years ago, and everything is still the same.

At that time, the only small part of my own world was this house, this garden, and this family.

But she never felt any restraint oppressive,

On the contrary, I have always felt that that period of time was the closest to happiness.

[Xiao Sang, go out with uncle, you can't stay with grandma all the time. 】

At that time, with a gentle smile and some hesitation and helplessness in his eyes, the uncle held his hand tightly.

【Grandma...it's impossible to stay with you forever. 】

Uncle's hands were big and warm, and he held his trembling hands tightly just like that.

At that time, what did you say?

Ah, I don't remember it at all.However, it must be something that sounds very moving and great.

For now, though, that's fine.

Sakuragi-san opened her eyes, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, she could see the outline of grandma's face against the light, and the old man's thin palms with calluses were gently stroking her hair like that.

Just like that, lying on grandma's lap is like staying in a warm world. You don't have to worry about anything, you don't have to care about anything, you can forget everything, and then...under the protection of grandma, you can sleep peacefully all the time with.

Time seemed to pass very quickly in this house, one day, two days, three days, and then even I almost forgot how many days had passed, but I still vaguely remembered the boy with brown hair. Waiting for myself.

It's just that it's agreed to go back next Friday, wouldn't it be good to go back early?

"Have you bought it yet?"

Sakuragi-san looked expressionlessly at the old man standing at the door with a kind smile as always, still holding a broom in his hand.

"I've already bought it. I don't know if the old man is lucky enough to taste the one made by Miss Sakuragi—"

The old man nodded, and then handed the plastic bag in his hand to Sakuragi-san. The old man, who is the caretaker here, was very excited about the request that Sakuragi-san finally made to himself in the past few days, and immediately actively completed it. .

It's just that before the words were finished, the door of the house was suddenly closed again.

The old man opened his mouth blankly, then touched his bald head in disappointment.

A gust of wind blew by, the fallen leaves scattered, and the wind cooled down a bit, making the empty platform even more desolate.

The old man's cloudy eyes slowly looked into the depths of the house, and then stayed for a long time, but finally he could only sigh, and then continued to sweep the floor, just like every day in the past few years.

"Grandma, I'll make sushi for you today." Sakuragi-san trotted into the room with a look of excitement on his face, as if he was asking for compliments from those dark green pupils.

"Don't Xiaosang hate sushi the most?" Grandma paused, then looked at the girl strangely.

"I really want to make it for my grandma once. But among the people I know, only those who know how to make sushi...so, I can only learn this." Sakuragi-san pouted and said a little dejectedly.

"Is that classmate named Takeshi Yamamoto?" Grandma chuckled lightly.

"Yeah." Sakuragi-san nodded, and then pulled grandma up from the ground.

"It's great, Xiao Sang met so many companions this time." Grandma smiled softly, her brown pupils seemed to be smudged with a clear light, and the old hand gently patted the girl's head.

"Still, I want to be with grandma the most." The girl's eyes trembled, then she lowered her head and hugged the old woman tightly.

"Why are you so old, and you still like to act like a baby? Grandma is not as tall as you..."

Grandma smiled helplessly, with a bit of exclamation in her slightly hoarse voice.

The old man's body shrank a little, and he was not as tall as Sakuragi, so he could only stand there and be hugged by the girl.In the past, she could hold Sakuragi-san to see the cherry blossoms, but now, she doesn't have much strength to stand up anymore.

"I'll make sushi for grandma!" Sakuragi-san let go of grandma, but tightly held the old man's vicissitudes hand.

The old woman nodded gently, followed the girl's footsteps to the kitchen, and then sat there quietly, but her eyes fell on the serious girl with a smile all the time.

Sakuragi-san put on an apron, held a knife decently, squinted his eyes on the cutting board and carefully sliced ​​the salmon.

I secretly learned from Takeshi Yamamoto for so long, just to make sushi for my grandma today.

Sakuragi-san raised his head and glanced at grandma.

There was relief and anticipation in the eyes of the old lady. When she noticed Sakuragi-san's gaze, there were a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and she gave a more encouraging smile.

When Sakuragi-san managed to successfully make a plate of sushi, his hands were already sweating, and he was afraid that the taste of what he made might be bad, but Sakuragi-san was a little uneasy and wondered whether it should be given to grandma.

"Xiao Sang, are you ready?"

"Yeah." Grandma's voice came from beside her ears, and following the voice, she saw that grandma was sitting there quietly waiting for herself. This kind of static waiting made Sakuragi-san's hesitation a little bit less, and then she smiled Put the plate on the table.

"Jingle Bell."

Sakuragi-san's body trembled, and she looked at the ringing phone with a stiff body.

But he never thought that someone would call at this time, nor did he think that someone would know the phone number here, but what made him even more nervous was that Sakuragi-san knew who the caller would be.

"Xiao Sang, go and answer the phone."

The old woman's eyes stayed on the strange-looking sushi, her eyes were soft as if she saw a treasure, and then she slowly reached out and picked up the sushi gently, as if she didn't care about Sakuragi-san's strange expression at all.

"Ah."

Sakuragi-san nodded, and then slowly walked towards the phone.

The phone kept ringing, but the girl stood quietly by the phone without moving.

Then, the girl lowered her head, and with trembling hands, she still answered the phone, but she remained silent.

[Sakuragi-san?is it you?are you listening 】

On the phone, the anxious and nervous voice of the boy came from his ears clearly, and people could even recall the boy's expression at this time involuntarily. The brown hair must be messy and frizzy, and the brown pupils were asking in a panic. Let's talk.

"Ah Gang, I'm here."

Sakuragi-san felt that his voice was a little hoarse, as if a few words had been forced out of his throat.

【Are you still in grandma's house? 】

"Otherwise, where do you think you are calling?"

【Are you and Uncle Moretti accompanying grandma? 】

"Well, dear A Gang, do you miss me? Don't worry, I will be back on Friday as promised."

There was some hidden panic and anxiety in the boy's voice.

And after the girl's voice was a little hoarse in the first sentence, the next few sentences all took on a bit of frivolity.

There was a sudden silence on the phone, Tsunayoshi Sawada did not speak, and Sakuragi-san did not wait for Tsunayoshi Sawada to speak.

"Gang, if it's okay, I'll hang up first? Let's see you on Friday."

【Sakuragi-san! 】

Hearing Tsunayoshi Sawada calling her name loudly, the girl's hands trembled for an instant, as if the microphone was about to fall off her hands.Sakuragi-san lowered her head, bit her lower lip, her eyes darkened.

【You, when are you going to tell me? 】

[Uncle Moretti, isn't he... dead? 】

Sakuragi-san tightly grasped the microphone with both hands, her lips parted slightly, as if her nose was no longer enough to breathe.

Listening to Sawada Tsunayoshi's trembling voice in the microphone, my heart seemed to be tightly grasped.

[You don't say anything.At that time, you were lying to me when you said you were going to live with Uncle Moretti? 】

【This time, I also said that I went to visit grandma with Uncle Moretti. In fact, you just went alone. 】

【Didn't you say you like me?Why don't you tell me anything! 】

The air seemed to become thinner suddenly, Sakuragi-san breathed hard, but still didn't speak.

Tsunayoshi Sawada's voice was full of excitement and puzzlement, but more of it was hidden worry and anxiety.

[Before, you said that when you went home to live with Uncle Moretti, I ran to your door at night. 】

【At that time, the lights in your house were not on, so I thought you were asleep. 】

【Actually, you haven't turned on the lights since you got home. 】

"I'm sorry." The weakest words in the world finally spit out from Sakuragi-san's mouth.

[Xiao Sang, you... don't be afraid anymore, okay? 】

"I'm sorry." Sakuragi-san said again with a trembling voice.

【I know I'm useless, I can't do anything well, even about Uncle Moretti... I didn't know until today, but I still want to know, everything about Sakuragi-san. 】

[Obviously you have stayed by my side for so long and know everything about me, but I don't know anything about you. 】

[Even if there is very little I can do... I will try my best. 】

"This... is really a foul. Gang, don't say such provocative things in front of me, I will like you more and more."

Sakuragi-san's voice was hoarse, and she leaned her head against the wall.

This time, the other end of the microphone was silent, probably because Zetian boy was suddenly shy because of such words, and he forgot what to say.

[I, I, in short...cough cough, that...Xiao Sang, I, I, I'm not very good at talking. 】

[However, you once said, you think I am your light.Although, I don't think I... I can't call it, but if you say so, then I want to try it too. 】

The boy's voice was incredibly gentle at this moment. Even though he couldn't see the boy's expression, he could still imagine the determination and seriousness in the boy's brown pupils when he said these words.

Those kind of words are too warm, people have a kind of magical power that they can't help but believe and sink immediately after hearing it, and even cry out immediately after hearing one more word.

[It's dark outside, the lights are off, and I can't see the world. 】

[If you think so——]

【Sakuragi-san, let me take you to a bright place. 】

【I... will be your light. 】

The author has something to say: ... all the scenes have been taken up, alas, the sense of presence is getting lower and lower