My Tokusho Life Simulation

He did come to the Far East to go to university, but he accidentally filled in a language school when he declared.

But his adoptive mother is from this side. Luther, who has been listening to him since he was a child, is almost no different from the locals except for more honorifics and a little rusty.

"It's probably possible...but is that really a rest?"

Beautiful handwriting appeared on the red light screen, as if I had an extra pen pal.

"pen pal..."

Luther touched his chin, lost in thought.

"Okay, it's time to write back to 'him'."

After he first came to the Far East, he did not go directly to see Takihara, but went to Tokyo.

To meet a pen pal I've known for years.

Before coming, they made an appointment in the letter to meet, but after arriving at the scene, Luther waited for a long time without seeing anyone.

It's like being released as a dove.

They are all old-fashioned pen pals who only like to communicate with pen and paper. Because of cross-sea and cross-border mailing, they usually only exchange one letter in a month.

Luther opened the desk drawer and took out a stack of letter paper.

He kept the replies from the other party very well.

Slowly opening the last letter, the neat handwriting reflected between his eyebrows.

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Dear Luther:

Zhanxin is safe and sound.

Another month has passed sporadically, and I have saved up a lot of words that I want to tell you.

I saw those stories you shared, it was like being there, thank you.

I stayed in the hospital all day as if I went to your side and saw many things that I couldn't see before.

By the way, how have you been recently?Are you happy?Is there any discomfort in the body?

My health is much better, the new treatment is very effective, even though the congenital heart disease cannot be cured, I have more energy now than before.

Please don't worry about me.

As soon as this surgery is over, I can go back to school.

Listen to you, you are coming to the Far East soon, shall we meet then?

I want to meet you.

If you arrive, come and find me where you sent me the letter.

I wish you good health and always be happy.

Your friend homura.

2030....

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Luther put the letter back in the envelope, but his expression was not very good-looking.

He went to the meeting place according to the agreement in his heart, but he didn't wait for anyone, he just waited alone in the wind for three hours.

"Shouldn't it be..."

Luther recalled the word surgery in the letter.

He hoped that the other party was simply unable to attend the appointment on time because of something, rather than a failure of the operation.

"Hope you're okay."

After two or three years of correspondence exchanges, Luther also knew that Homura in the letter was suffering from congenital illnesses, and in order to recuperate his body, he went to and from various hospitals and many schools.

Although I don't know the other party's appearance or specific identity, and only have a name for it, but I also worry about the other party.

Lula opened the chair, sat under the desk lamp, and picked up the pen and white paper.

"Homura dear."

The ink was smudged, and the envelope was written in neat square handwriting.

Luther wrote word by word, asking about the other party's condition in his heart, whether he was in good health, and he was not angry at the other party's missed appointment.

At the end of the letter, the line of hoping to receive your reply is a bit garish.

This is the case with pen pals across the sea, who may suddenly lose contact and never receive or send letters for the rest of their lives.

It could be an accident, a sudden loss of interest, or being overwhelmed by reality.

Luther sealed the envelope, got up and went downstairs.

"Xiaolu, you want to go out?"

asked the uncle who was watching TV in the living room.

"Well, send a letter."

"It's that pen pal of yours? Didn't he let your pigeon go?"

The aunt who heard Luther dictate this matter during the dinner before also asked.

"He is not in good health, and he had an operation just before that, so maybe he couldn't come if he wanted to."

Luther smiled.

"That's right... hope he's okay."

Shikame Xunzi nodded.

There is no Madoka in the living room, she is probably doing the rest of her homework, after all, school starts tomorrow.

Catch up on homework at the end of the holidays, which is almost an integral part of school days.

"I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

"By the way, bring a box of pudding for my aunt when I come back!" "Uncle wants too."

"it is good."

When I went out, there was a bit of cool night wind blowing on my face.

Luther stopped for a moment, feeling the cold feeling.

After a while, he opened his eyes and walked towards the nearest mailbox.

The postman will come to pick up the letter as early as 09:30.

Even in the Far East, I am afraid that a letter exchange would take a week.

"I hope I can still receive a reply, you have to live."

In front of the letterbox, Luther murmured and put the letter into it.

Gudong.

There was a bottoming sound from the letterbox.

It seems that there is no letter in it.

These days, who would choose to send a letter?

There is an email, a text message, and a phone that is convenient to carry with you.

People can communicate easily even across oceans and seas.

Luther patted the letterbox habitually, turned around and trotted away.

On this trip, he wanted to take a run at night, and then pick up some things from the convenience store on the way back.

Under the street lamp, Luther's shadow gradually elongated, and his figure also disappeared in the middle of the road in the distance.

I do not know how long it has been.

A shadow appeared in front of the letterbox, and she snapped her fingers lightly.

Under the action of the magic power, the letterbox opened naturally.

She stretched out her slender white and tender arms, and took out the letter that Luther wanted to send out of the scattered letters.

"Homura dear."

The cold lips moved slightly, like the sound of mosquitoes resounding under the night.

She opened the envelope carefully, took out the letter, unfolded it under the moonlight, and read it.

"..."

Xiao Meiyan remained silent, her neat handwriting flowing in her gem-like purple eyes.

She saw every word and every word in her heart.

The corner of the letter was wet by the sudden drop of water, she wiped the corner of her eyes with her sleeve, the corner was steamed dry by Baby's magic, and she put it back in the envelope.

"There will be no reply... I will not involve you any longer... You are tired enough..."

The trembling voice was no longer cold, the black-haired girl hugged the letter, more and more tears dripped down her cheeks.

It exploded on the ground, gathering dust.

"I'll finish it all alone..."

She muttered to herself, and her trembling heart returned to its original state.

The wind blew past, and with the leaves that had just fallen, the two rushed towards the girl's place together.

In the end, both the wind and the leaves were empty, and when they ticked, the girl's figure had disappeared without a trace.

In the vast and strange space full of clocks and clocks, Homura put the letter in the safest place.

And under that, there are many letters.

The same handwriting was on the envelope.

—— homura kisses.

The exhausted Akami Homura leaned back against the sofa, using magic to keep her sane mind faltering.

She didn't know how long she hadn't closed her eyes.

But can't really rest yet.

If he just fell asleep like this, he would be the one who couldn't sleep.

"Just take a break..."

Xiao Meiyan murmured, slowly closed her eyes, and did not fall asleep.

In front of her eyes, an encounter from a long, long time ago resurfaced again.

Wearing a white dress and two braids, she sat on a bench under a tree, waiting anxiously.

Not far away, a young man with a suitcase came slowly.

He smiled gently and waved to her constantly.

At that time, she also laughed.

How long ago was that...?

How many half-years has she repeated it until now?

On the sofa, Xiao Meiyan slowly opened her purple eyes.

Only the pretended coldness remains, and there is no more fatigue after holding on.

Volume 150: Chapter 135 Chapter 8 Ba Mami ([-]K)

The morning came as scheduled, and life continued as usual.

Luther went downstairs first and knocked on the door of Kamo Madoka's room.