This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Te... Temple Nisang. The little girl stood timidly at the door, raised her head to look at Beichuan Temple, but she dared not look at Beichuan Temple, so she could only yell softly and softly.

Yeah. Beichuan Temple nodded, raised the oden in his hand, I was a little hungry just now, Eri, do you want to eat?

No, no need. I just went downstairs to have a look when I heard movement at the door. Good night, Si Nisang.

The little girl bowed deeply to Beichuan Temple, and fled upstairs like a frightened little mouse after finishing her work.

Looking at the back of the other party going upstairs in a hurry, Beichuan Temple just looked indifferent, closed the door calmly and went to the living room.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with a gentle face and pale cheeks was looking at Beichuan Temple, who was striding forward.

Si, how many times have I told you, don't go out so late, how scared is Eri? You are an older brother, you have to protect Eri. The middle-aged man knocked on the table in front of him, using Said in a half-reproachful tone.

The middle-aged man sitting at the table is Kitagawa's father, Kenichi Kitagawa.

I know, it won't be like this in the future. Beichuan Temple wiped the table with a rag, and then took out the steaming oden:

Do you want to eat?

Ah... Oden, this is my favorite.

Kitagawa Kenichi laughed.

En. Beichuan Temple responded softly, and put down the oden.

Although it's winter vacation recently, you can't relax at the temple. You have to finish all the homework that should be done. Remember to take Eri to the New Year's visit when you have time.

Okay. These are just trivial matters, of course Beichuan Temple has to agree.

But Kitagawa Kenichi was like a little girl, he had to chatter with Beichuan Temple about everything big and small, and after Beichuan Temple responded several times, he stopped answering and turned his back to listen to the other party quietly. .

The other party's words are probably the same things that parents would talk about when they parted - why don't you remember to cover the quilt, eat and drink regularly, the temperature drops suddenly, you need to add clothes...

Beichuan Temple listened carefully.

Suddenly, Kitagawa Kenichi's voice stopped.

Temple.

Huh? Hearing the call from behind, Beichuan Temple froze in opening the coffin.

From now on... this family will be entrusted to you.

...

I'm sorry... Dad... it's so useless. Kitagawa Kenichi's voice gradually became blurred.

...

In the past few years...I'm really sorry for you, and I've worked hard for you.

...I've never had a hard time.

After a long silence, Beichuan Temple finally spoke, his expression was still calm.

This is the truth. Although I was confused and sad in my previous life, I never felt that I had worked hard.

Actually, I have a lot more to say... but I don't have enough time.

Kitagawa Kenichi shed tears as he spoke, and couldn't stop crying.

Only now did he wish that time would slow down, slow down, walk slowly, let him say a few more words——

I, I...love you...you...

Kitagawa Kenichi's voice behind him gradually elongated, circled, tore, and disappeared.

Beichuan Temple took a deep breath and raised his hand to open the small coffin.

Above the altar is a black and white photo. Kitagawa Kenichi in the photo had a gentle smile on his face, just like before.

The oden is placed next to the altar, and it is still steaming, which makes people move their index fingers.

This is Kenichi Kitagawa's favorite food.

After looking at Beichuan Kenichi's photo for a few minutes, Beichuan Temple took out the French chime that was often cleaned, and tapped it lightly with a slender hammer.

Zheng——

After a burst of Sanskrit sounds, Beichuan Temple put the burning incense in his hand into the incense burner, closed his eyes and concentrated.

A few years ago, Kitagawa Kenichi died in a traffic accident. The Kitagawa family received a large amount of compensation, but they also lost the pillar of the family. Perhaps from that day on, Kitagawa Kenichi has been waiting by the coffin, silently guarding the family.

The hanging girl on the ceiling, the ghost image by the mirror of the sink, and the squirming pieces of meat by the dining table have not hurt Beichuan Eri and Beichuan Temple, which should also be due to his efforts.

Some people often blame their parents, feeling that their parents control everything and they have no freedom.

But time goes by too fast. Often when you are not paying attention, the voice that is often in your ear has disappeared without knowing it.

Son, if you want to support but don't wait for your relatives.

Beichuan Temple sat quietly on the cushion without making any sound.

Temple Nissan...

At some point, Beichuan Eri, who had gone back and forth, was hiding by the living room door with a complicated expression, watching Beichuan Temple secretly.

She sighed deeply.

After Kitagawa Kenichi's death, Beichuan Temple, who didn't talk too much, became more silent. In addition, her mother was too busy working as a designer abroad, so she didn't notice the changes in Beichuan Temple.

This change continued until high school, when Beichuan Temple's situation worsened, with a gloomy face all day long, silent and not knowing what she was thinking, even her younger sister couldn't say a few words to Beichuan Temple.

Under such circumstances, Beichuan Eri dared not touch Beichuan Temple's bad luck, and would retreat three points when seeing him, very well-behaved.

But they are always brothers and sisters connected by blood. Beichuan Temple is sad, and she will also worry about it.

But recently, Beichuan Temple has something to do with it, and when it sees her, it will take the initiative to say hello. Will take the initiative to help with housework.

It feels like a sudden change of person, the other person is a little less gloomy, and has a unique youthful coldness.

While Beichuan Eri was thinking about these things, Beichuan Temple, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes and looked sideways.

Eri, are you free tomorrow morning? If you have time, we will visit the New Year's shrine tomorrow.

Huh? Beichuan Eri's eyes widened, she never expected that Beichuan Temple would say this.

Father passed away in a traffic accident a few years ago, no matter how sad it is, it should be over.

Beichuan Temple's voice remained steady.

The Beichuan family still has you, me, and mother. The Beichuan family hasn't collapsed yet.

Regardless of Bei Chuan Eri who was staring at him in a daze, Bai Fan just turned around silently and lit a bouquet of long incense again.

Where do people go when they die?

Beichuan Temple is not clear.

But people who are blindly immersed in the sadness of the past cannot take another step, just like their predecessors.

Beichuan Temple promised Kitagawa Kenichi to take care of the Beichuan family, so he must do it.

In life, there are always one or two promises that cannot be broken.

That being the case, let's start with the New Year's visit.

I... I have time tomorrow! Looking at the straight figure of Beichuan Temple sitting in front of the altar, Beichuan Eri felt that something in her heart seemed to be touched, she clenched her fists hard, and the first time unsolicited invitation.

Terani-san, tomorrow... let's go to New Year's worship together!

Um.

After Beichuan Temple heard Beichuan Eri's answer, he nodded, and he looked up at the slow mist of Changxiang lingering up——

safe journey.

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