Suzuki Sonoko panicked when her sister asked her, and her eyes slowly turned aside involuntarily, trying to avoid Suzuki Ayako's sharp gaze. The feeling of being seen through everything was really bad.
What my sister saw when she opened her eyes was terrifying...
"Then it seems true." Suzuki Ayako squinted her eyes again. Based on her understanding of her sister, if she just fell in love with a handsome guy, she would not dodge like this at all. Instead, she would happily discuss it with her.
.
Now this reaction... seems to be serious.
"What kind of person is he? Talk to my sister."
Suzuki Sonoko looked embarrassed and said with embarrassment: "If you don't want to teach me, why don't you teach me? Why are you teasing people like this?"
Suzuki Ayako covered her mouth and snickered, "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. When you are ready, will you bring me to see you again?"
"I don't want it." Suzuki Sonoko blurted out subconsciously, and then immediately realized that she had brought it upon herself.
Suzuki Sonoko, who had lost her dream, threw herself on her sister's soft big bed, like a salted fish, feeling so stupid.
"Okay, get up quickly and learn the tea ceremony, otherwise I will go to bed, it's already so late." Suzuki Ayako happily touched her sister's head.
If you ask for help from others, you have to bear the humiliation and bear the burden. Although Suzuki Sonoko was angry, she still got up and studied again.
Outside the window, the drizzle of rain came quietly. The girl inside the house was concentrating on studying and did not notice it at all, until the sparse rain lines gradually formed a rain curtain, and the crackling sound woke people up.
"Huh?" Suzuki Sonoko looked out the window blankly, and then she was shocked, "It's raining!!!"
Suzuki Ayako was leaning on the table with her arms supporting her face. She was already drowsy, but she was woken up by Sonoko's voice.
Covering her mouth with her hand and yawning gracefully, Suzuki Ayako looked out the window, "Is there any problem with rain? There were morning glow and cirrus clouds in the evening. It will definitely rain, even if it rains
The weather forecast was also reported, which is rare and accurate."
Suzuki Sonoko lost her dream again. She made an appointment tomorrow...oh, it should be today. She said she was going to the amusement park.
Come to think of it, I did see the morning glow with Hanyu-kun last morning, but I don’t know about the clouds in the clouds that Suzuki Sonoko saw at night.
"How long will this rain last? Did the weather forecast say it?" Suzuki Sonoko puffed her cheeks with a sad look on her face.
Suzuki Ayako shook her head, "I didn't pay attention, and it's good if the weather forecast can predict rain. Who can be sure how long it will rain?"
"Damn it, I forgot to ask for the phone number..." Suzuki Sonoko muttered. She clearly saw the phone number at Hanyu Qing'an's funeral home, but she forgot to ask for the number and didn't even take a business card on the table.
"Huh? You didn't even ask for a phone number. It doesn't seem like progress is going very fast? This is not like your style~" Suzuki Ayako put her hand close to her sister's ear and whispered.
The hot air hit her ears, and Suzuki Sonoko's face immediately turned red. "I, I'm going back to the room first. It's getting late, so you should go to bed first."
After saying that, Suzuki Sonoko got up and was about to run, but after running for two steps, she turned back, picked up the books and notebooks on the table, and then trotted away quickly.
Suzuki Ayako looked at the closed door with an aunt's smile on her face, her sister had finally grown up.
Pa~
The door reopened, and Suzuki Sonoko clasped her hands together and said sincerely: "Remember to keep it a secret for me~"
…
It was still very dark. He raised his head from the table, and there were some distorted red marks on his face from sleeping on his arms.
There is a piece of crumpled letter paper on the table. Judging from the blurred writing on it, it must have been caused by getting it wet and then dry.
He sighed, balled up the letter paper and threw it into the wastebasket aside, but it was already full of paper balls, so the paper ball he just dropped bounced off and rolled to the ground.
Taking out another piece of writing paper, he paused for a while before writing heavily.
A letter, written from midnight to dawn, was finally completed.
He carefully put the envelope away, sat in the room and stared out the window blankly. He waited until the courier came to pick up the package, and then he moved his joints that were almost stiff.
He rarely shows this attitude, and usually always has a faint smile, which makes people feel reliable and at the same time envious of his always having such a good attitude.
He also thought that nothing would make him lose his normalcy, until he woke up from the hospital that day and the doctor told him that he had cancer and needed chemotherapy.
But at that time, he was just stunned for a moment. Instead of panicking, he carefully asked the doctor about the specific situation.
Seeing that he was so calm, the doctor was a little worried, fearing that he was just pretending, so he even said a lot of words to try to tell him that there was still hope.
But this comfort does not change the fact that there is hope, if there is a miracle.
He refused to continue to be hospitalized and returned to his residence. Instead of dying painfully on a cold hospital bed, he would rather choose his own way of death.
After making up his mind, he began to think about how to deal with his own funeral. His parents were still alive, so he had to tell them the truth.
But... he was afraid and didn't dare to go back and tell her face to face, so he decided to write a letter and send it back.
As I started writing, my mind went blank. Thinking of my parents' reaction after knowing the truth, my throat choked up. Tears escaped quietly without permission, soaking every piece of letter paper...
After spending a few days to deal with things like relics and inheritance, he picked up his bag and planned to use the last time to look around.
Seize the remaining time to enjoy the beauty of life, and at the same time find a destination you like.
You cannot decide the starting point, you must always grasp the end point, otherwise life will be too restrictive.
Look at the mountains, the water, the flowers, the birds, and the people...
Only then did he realize that he had actually missed a lot of things. These things were too common and too easy to obtain, making it easy for people to ignore them.
Things that are born with us are the most common; things that are commonplace are taken for granted.
Only when you are about to lose it do you know how to cherish it. However, the journey always ends. He felt the pain in his body getting stronger and knew that he didn't have much time.
An inaccessible mountain cliff and a calm lake were his final destination.
Jumping up, the sound of wind hits your ears, and entering the water, it is bitingly cold.
He frowned and subconsciously held his breath.
Then……
Hanyu Qing'an woke up suddenly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He didn't expect that he would dream about these things. The feeling of suffocation was really bad enough.
After a while, he looked out the window. It was raining continuously and he couldn't tell the time.
So is it because it rains that I dream about falling into the water?
Wait, that's not right. Why does the bed feel a little wet?
Hanyu Qing'an looked at the little man wrapped tightly in quilt on the bed, "Yuzu, did you wet the bed again?"