Chapter 51 The dream cannot come true
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——Is there anywhere you want to go?
Yayoi remembers her mother asking her.
In the white ward, the sunlight shimmered through the window sill and fell on the white curtains. The lilies in the vase on the bedside table were still covered with crystal water drops, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Yayoi was sitting by the bed peeling an apple, holding a fruit knife in one hand and spinning the apple with the other. Circles of red peel crossed the blade of the fruit knife and fell down.
The room was very quiet. Outside the window were dark branches stained with white, and small and delicate green buds were picked out from the branches.
There were several chubby little birds lying on the green branches. They made a few chirping sounds as they shook their heads. Their black eyes stared unblinkingly at the people in the transparent glass windows.
Yayoi was stunned for a moment. The peel on the knife fell to the ground with a clatter, and then he realized what he was doing. He bent down, picked up the peel and threw it into the trash can.
The apple in hand is only half-cut, usually bright red, usually light yellow in color.
Yayoi lowered her head and continued to peel her apples. A strand of red hair hanging on her shoulders slid down her shoulders and fell on her chest, falling quietly.
"I don't know, Mom." Maybe this apple is not too ripe. Immature apples are sour, even sour to the nose.
Yayoi felt that her nose was sore and her eyes seemed to be filled with something, which was about to roll out of her eyes.
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Winter is not a good season.
It snowed heavily this winter, and there was a thick layer of frost outside the glass window. The sky was filled with ink-colored dark clouds, and it was so dark that it seemed to be suppressing it.
It snowed that night, so Yayoi cooked soba noodles for her mother, boiled kombu and bonito into a delicious soup stock, and added soy sauce mirin and a little salt to taste.
My mother ate porridge for several days in the hospital. Before New Year's Day, the nurse told Yayoi that she should eat some noodles appropriately, and it was a good day to eat soba noodles.
This is not the first time for Yayoi to cook at home where no one is around. On weekdays, her mother can’t get home from work in time to prepare dinner, so Yayoi cooks dinner. Her mother can smell the aroma of the food when she opens the door.
This time is different, my mother won't open the door to the house and say 'I'm back'.
The house was surprisingly quiet that day.
The gas stove was glowing with blue-white flames, and the soup was gurgling in the pot.
Under the eaves of the courtyard, the paper in the wind chimes was still swirling in the wind, and the clear sound of the bells echoed in the empty courtyard.
Yayoi clicked and turned off the gas stove. After packing the buckwheat noodles into the thermal box, he turned on the gas stove.
"Meow." The big orange cat took steps, its fat body slowly approached Yayoi, and the cat's head rubbed against her feet.
Yayoi touched the big orange cat's head and said, "Just stay at home and look after the house."
"Meow." The big orange cat continued to nuzzle, with no intention of letting him go out.
Yayoi's hand touching the cat's head paused for a moment. Finally, he held the thermal box with one hand and picked up the big orange cat with the other, "Then let's go out together."
"Meow." The big orange cat was satisfied, purring in his throat, curling his tail, and nestled in Yayoi's arms with peace of mind.
The light switch was turned off with a snap, and the Japanese room fell into darkness. The cardboard box that was supposed to contain a fat orange cat was empty. The clock on the table was spinning, and the ticking sound flowed quietly in the darkness.
It was empty and deserted.
Yayoi took the tram to the hospital. The tram followed the trajectory across the railway tracks, and the bright lights reflected outside the car window.
The tram was still moving forward, dang-dang on the rails, Yayoi hugged his orange cat, his legs next to the cold incubator, his amber eyes reflected the light like sparks.
None of the beautiful and bright lights belongs to me.
The only light was about to go out.
The big orange cat lay on Yayoi's lap with its tail curled up, squinting its eyes and snoring. Yayoi touched the big orange cat's soft back time and time again. As he touched it, his thoughts began to rise and fall unconsciously.
She thought a lot, mostly about "Yayoi Amamiya".
She was born in the spring. When she woke up from the hospital room in a daze, the first thing she saw outside the window was the ebony branches covered with white snowflakes, with thin buds sticking out from the branches.
The woman with black hair and black eyes held her in her arms as if she were holding a priceless treasure. Her black hair hung down from her cheeks. She reached out and grabbed a strand of the other person's black hair.
--who are you?
She wanted to ask, but what came out was a series of vague babbling.
Ah, it turns out she can't speak yet.
The baby's vocal tract is not fully developed and is still immature, and can only produce babbling syllables.
A smile slowly appeared on the woman's face. Because she had just given birth, there was no blood on her face. When she smiled, she looked like a pure white lily, pure and gentle.
"Yayoi, can you call me Yayoi?"
Outside the window are the tender green buds on the branches, with a light and soft color, but they are so beautiful that they attract the eye.
"You see, March Yayoi is the season when all things come to life." The woman smiled with crooked eyebrows.
"Yayoi." She called her name.
"I'm mom."
The woman held her hand, that small hand, and gently wrapped her hand, and the warmth in her palm continued to flow in.
"I am mother, come and say oh, oh, gar, mulberry to me." The woman used her soft voice to pronounce the syllables one by one.
Yayoi still remembers that the sun was very gentle that day. The nurse in a white dress came to check the mother and Yayoi who had just given birth. She looked at the red-haired child in her arms, with wrinkled features and no growth. Open, the fetal hair on the top of the head is soft and delicate.
The nurse opened the curtains, and golden sunlight streamed into the white ward, and the white bedding was suffused with golden light.
"The weather is really nice today." said the nurse.
"Oh, that's great." In the pale golden sunshine, my mother smiled with soft eyebrows.
The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, the electric lights overhead flickered, and the shadows under the feet were as thick as ink.
Entering the tunnel along the railway track, the whistling wind was mixed with a rumbling sound, like muffled thunder.
In the third year after moving to Saitama Prefecture, Yayoi thought of a certain man in her memory. He was her mother's husband and her 'father'. He should have been by her mother's side.
But why?
Why would that person make such a choice?
His mind kept flashing back to the day when his mother dragged her suitcase and led Yayoi out of the house. At that time, he stood behind the bedroom door, watching the mother and daughter leave through the gap between the door frame and the door panel.
No retention, no farewell.
There was a dull pain in his temples, and Yayoi felt like he was separated. His back hit the back of the seat, and he raised his head. The flashing lights were dazzling, irritating Yayoi to tears.
Yayoi knows he doesn't like himself.
Because Yayoi's hair is red, as bright as fire and blood, he doesn't like Yayoi's red hair. He has quarreled with his mother countless times because of Yayoi, and even proposed to send Yayoi to his grandmother's house to be raised. He always speaks gently and softly. Mom was determined not to give in on Yayoi's affairs and was determined to raise Yayoi by herself.
"Yayoi is my child. Before I die, my child will be raised by me!"
Mom and Dad thought she was asleep, but she was not asleep. The content of her parents' quarrel in the living room reached her ears word for word.
"We're going to have other kids!" 'Dad' roared in a low voice, "That kid doesn't look like me! Her hair!"
"There's nothing wrong with red hair! Red hair is beautiful!" My mother, who was always gentle in dealing with others, got angry and even started to speak harshly, "No child can replace my Yayoi!"
The result of the quarrel was that a week later, her mother dragged her suitcase and took Yayoi back to the hometown where she grew up. This gentle hometown hides all the good things that her mother spent here during her childhood.
——Why did you give up on your mother?
His eyes were red, getting wet bit by bit, and the tip of his nose was sour.
Yayoi always knew that 'Dad' didn't like her.
He rarely attends his parent-teacher meetings and always excuses himself by saying that he is busy at work, "Today's work is very important", "I may not be able to come back", "I can't catch up", there are countless reasons like this, but the only time this happened was because his mother was avoiding Yayoi They talked with him for a long time before agreeing. They thought it was well hidden, but Yayoi knew everything about the three-bedroom apartment.
In fact, it doesn't matter if he directly says he doesn't want to go.
Yayoi wouldn't blame him.
Yayoi is also very sensitive to people's mood swings. She doesn't know the reasons for their mood swings, but she can instinctively feel that they are angry, excited, ashamed, regretful... She also knows that 'Dad' doesn't like her.
——You don’t like me, but you love your mother.
——Why should you give up your mother?
Tears escaped from his eyes and finally fell, and the warm liquid fell on the big orange cat's fur.
The big orange cat's ears twitched, raised its head, meowed softly, shook its tail, and arched into Yayoi's arms. The dim yellow light fell into its emerald green eyes.
Yayoi raised his head, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, but the tears were too strong, flowing out from the corners of his eyes and sliding down the contours of his cheeks.
Someone told Yayoi that she is a quiet child. She doesn't like to talk too much or do unnecessary things. She is quiet and can sit in the classroom all day without any problem. Her sluggish look makes her look like a good-looking person. I.
Yayoi cried quietly, her tears fell quietly in the dim light. She didn't cry or make a fuss. Apart from the tears that fell, she didn't sob or choke, and she didn't look like she was crying at all.
She hasn't learned how to cry yet.
Yayoi blinked, tears hanging on his red eyelashes.
The phone in his coat pocket suddenly rang twice. Yayoi wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand, took out the phone, opened the screen, and saw several emails, the sender was Satoru Gojo.
Yayoi suddenly remembered that Satoru Gojo had not been to her home in early winter. It was said that he was sent abroad by the top management Rotten Orange and would not be back until spring.
Yayoi thought of Suguru Geto again. After this summer passed, so far, she had never seen the fox-eyed DK with black hair and round head. The only person who came was Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo said he had a fight with Suguru Geto.
"Is the noise serious?" Yayoi Hongmao was confused jpg.
"Yeah, the noise is really serious." Satoru Gojo held his chin and sat on the sofa at her home with his legs crossed. His blue eyes under his sunglasses stared unblinkingly at the TV screen where the pictures were constantly changing.
"Then go ahead and coax her." Yayoi said while grabbing the popcorn.
"Snapped--"
At this time, the heroine on the TV slapped the hero hard. The realism of the acting and the strength of the slap made both Yayoi and Satoru Gojo feel extremely painful.
She thinks this is a quarrel between young lovers. Although she has never been in love, she has watched soap operas. Girlfriends who quarrel with their boyfriends usually have to slap each other and have a big fight. When boyfriends go to comfort their girlfriends, they use flowers. Candies and beautiful clothes are given as an apology. The reconciled boyfriend and girlfriend will love each other again, and maybe even kiss on the spot.
Yayoi thinks that lovers are very magical creatures. Yesterday they were so noisy that they made up for each other today. Today they will make up and hold hands and kiss and hug each other. The hero and heroine in the TV series began to kiss and hug each other after the quarrel. The little red-haired girl, who had been single for two whole lives, expressed shock. Sitting on the sofa with popcorn in her arms, the whole red-haired girl was stunned.
"Huh?" Satoru Gojo looked at Yayoi with an expression of "Do you have that serious disease?" and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "Jay is not the heroine of a noon drama."
What a fart.
Besides, this matter can't be changed by coaxing, Satoru Gojo thought.
Suguru Geto is a boy, so you definitely can't coax him the way you coax a girl.
Yayoi felt that there was nothing wrong with him and was even more convinced that Satoru Gojo was having an affair with his gay friend.
Yayoi wiped away her tears, lowered her head to read the email sent by Satoru Gojo, and clicked on the email with the latest time.
There are several photos in the email, and they are still Satoru Gojo's beautiful selfies. He is a tall white-haired boy wearing small sunglasses. Behind him are the snow-capped mountains bordering the sky. The mountains have graceful curves. The sky washed by the snow is clear and bright, and the sky is far away. , reflecting Satoru Gojo's blue eyes, the eyes of the sky and the sky of the snowfield intersected at that moment.
"FromGojo:
Time: 2008 ■month■day■■hour■■minute■■second
To: Yayoi
Is it beautiful? "
--very beautiful.
Yayoi responded to his email.
——It’s good that you are here.
After Yayoi replied to him another email, the hand holding the phone dropped tiredly.
She is a little tired.
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The author has something to say:
5T5 in a foreign country:! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
When they grow up, they will eat until they cry and eat sweet things. When they grow up, they will become stronger.
There are still two or three chapters to enter the chapter after Hong Mao grows up. Brother Jie, the monk, will meet little Red Mao Ba one step ahead of Gojo Maomao.
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