Chapter 64 You and Me
Pat pat pat——
The rain outside the window was falling, non-stop.
The rain was pouring down, and the raging rain seemed to be the only noise in the world. The street lamps stained by the rain flickered black and flickered, turning dark for a moment and bright for a moment.
There were a few sparse lights on outside the window, and the rain hit the glass window, shattering and bursting, like exploding flowers in an instant.
Yayoi slept uneasily, and seemed to be unable to find relief in his sleep, his brows furrowed slightly.
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There is an insurmountable boundary between life and death.
The dead cannot return to this world, and the living cannot ignore the taboo boundaries and break into the other world of the deceased.
People are afraid of death and their attachment to living is deep in their bones. Therefore, for the living, the world of the dead is an unknown filth, and they shy away from death, fear it, fear it, and revere it.
If someone really crosses that taboo line that is considered ominous and returns to this time, that is "dirty".
People who return to this world carrying "dirt" do not belong to the living or the dead. They are like lonely ghosts who wander helplessly in the world of the living because of their obsessions that cannot be let go. They have no place for themselves anywhere. There is no place where you should stay.
The cherry blossoms on the branches were stained with rainwater, fell from the branches, and were instantly covered with mud.
The vermilion torii gate stands in the sea breeze, ebbing and flowing. The ancient tide echoes in the sea breeze, carrying the cries of seagulls.
The ground underfoot was paved with bluestone slabs, and fine moss was stuffed between the gaps in the slabs.
The everlasting ebb and flow, the sea breeze carries the faint salty smell of sea water, and the chirping of birds soothes the body and mind.
When I'm in a bad mood, I'll run to the shrine built facing the sea and stand under the torii gate, where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom like clouds.
When she was in a good mood, there was actually no difference from when she was in a bad mood. Or maybe it was just because at that time she couldn't tell what was a good mood and what was a bad spirit, or maybe she was not interested in the "container" at that time. ”, it doesn’t make much difference.
The golden light shines on the sea, and the water is sparkling amid the ups and downs.
The thick haze spread from one end of the sea, across the vast sea, and across the ocean. The warm sea breeze became cold and biting, and waves of cold wind blew past my face.
The white snow was carried by the cold wind, and the fragile flower branches creaked in the wind, almost breaking.
Gloomy sky, gloomy sea.
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It's going to snow.
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——This is...an unknown "filth"!
As soon as I started to remember, the first words I heard were nothing but frightened sentences with a trembling tail end of awe.
Who was the person who said that? Yayoi has forgotten him.
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If she forgets, she forgets. Anyway, she doesn't remember that person in the first place.
Yayoi vaguely remembered what she was holding. She was still very young at that time, wrapped in thick cloth, and her ears could vaguely hear the howling wind and snow outside the house.
It was originally a good spring, and the cherry blossoms on the branches were already in bloom, but suddenly a snowstorm blew overnight. The wind was as cold and sharp as a knife, and heavy snow piled on the branches of the cherry blossoms.
Blurred figures surrounded her, and the eyes looking at her made her feel confused.
The light in the room was very dim. The lights danced in the bronze lamps. Several long figures were elongated by the lights and hit the tatami. More than half of the people's faces were sunk in shadow.
They all gathered around the person holding the child, looking at the small, soft child wrapped in swaddling clothes with some panic.
——That woman is playing with life regardless of life and death! This child is "unknown filth"! She cannot continue to exist!
someone said loudly.
The wind and snow outside the window were still roaring, and the decisive words were drowned in the roar of the wind and rain.
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It's so noisy, really noisy.
Yayoi, who was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, was drowsy, but was unable to sleep because of the loud arguments outside the swaddle, the howling of the wind and snow, the emotional arguments, and the wind banging on the doors and windows.
——Ey.
The swaddled child let out a childish protest of dissatisfaction.
All the quarrels stopped at this moment.
The shouts outside the window are still there, and the wind is still beating hard against the doors and windows.
She finally got what she wanted, she just wanted to sleep and sleep peacefully.
Silence fell in the air, and the lights danced in the bronze lamps.
It took a long time before someone spoke up again.
——Don’t let anyone know about her existence.
——Let her live quietly, live without being known, and die without being known...
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Don't let anyone know.
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The snow was falling outside the window, and it kept falling. The sharp cold wind tore the memory into pieces and rolled up the cold white snow.
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The rain kept falling, never stopping or resting, hitting the smooth glass windows like marbles one after another.
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Don't let anyone know.
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Stay here quietly.
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Don't let anyone know.
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——Yayoi.
——Yayoi.
——Yayoi, are you bored?
She was still young at that time. She was still a little girl only as high as her sister's waist. She could neither cry nor laugh.
Yayoi doesn't like her own red hair, but she likes her sister's red hair.
Because her sister is the best person in the world, she is good everywhere, including the red hair that is the same but different from hers.
All her red hair was flowing down, and her beautiful eyes were filled with starlight.
——What is boring, and what is it if it is not boring?
The branches above the head are decorated with prosperous flowers, falling like rain and snow, and the wind chimes under the eaves are spinning in a circle.
——If you don’t know, I’ll just assume you’re bored.
Yayoi heard her words, but she didn't quite understand.
——Want to go out with me?
Delicate and soft sunlight splashed down from the flowering branches. The girl stretched out her hand towards her, her wide sleeves hanging down her arms, revealing a section of her fair skin.
Yayoi stared at the stretched out hand for a long time. After tilting his head, he slowly stretched out his hand and took hold of the hand.
Soft and warm, like holding the spring sun.
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——Are you bored?
The noisy chirping of cicadas in midsummer is in my ears, the warm wind is stirring the layers of leaves, and the shadows of the trees are swaying under the scorching sun.
——Meow~
The unusually fat orange cat lying on his knees yawned, and then let out a soft meow.
Small black sunglasses hang on the bridge of her straight nose. Under the clear sky, the beautiful eyes exposed above the sunglasses are like blue ink spilled on white paper, so blue that they are so clear and pure.
Taking advantage of his height, he bent down and stood in front of her, looking down at her.
The wind chimes made of glass under the eaves have clear sunlight flowing on their smooth surfaces, and soft meows of cats can be heard from underneath.
The man with small sunglasses on his nose suddenly reached out to her, accurately pinched the back of the neck of the fat orange cat on his knees, and threw the fat orange cat out with lightning speed.
——Meow? !
The big orange cat let out a shrill scream.
The orange cat, who was thrown to the ground in a daze, came to his senses and wanted to crawl back to his owner's lap to take a nap. He found that the territory that should have belonged to him was now occupied by a big white cat.
The big white cat smacked its mouth, muttering something like, "It's really comfortable," and turned over, exposing the white back of its head to him.
--Meow meow meow? !
The orange cat waved its claws and pounced towards the chicken cat with the momentum of a tiger pouncing on food, but was stuck in mid-air by the unlimited technique.
——Meow, meow, meow! !
The big orange cat made an angry meow.
Yayoi picked up the big orange cat that was strung up in mid-air by the unlimited technique, touched the big orange cat's head, which was much larger than ordinary cats, and whispered to him.
——Don’t be angry, I have another knee.
The ears of the white cat resting on one of Yayoi's knees twitched, and it clucked again. With lightning speed, it invaded the big orange cat's territory, quickly climbed onto Yayoi's lap, and spread her legs openly. He used it as a pillow, closed his eyes, took off his sunglasses and put on an eye mask, turned over, and fell asleep with a series of movements in one go.
--Meow! !
The big orange cat's tail instantly exploded into a club shape, and Yayoi hugged its belly, waving its limbs in the air.
——Don’t be angry, don’t be angry.
Yayoi comforts the big orange cat.
The big orange cat didn't appreciate it. The white cat on Yayoi's lap remained motionless, letting the mountain collapse in front of him and the orange cat dancing in front of him.
Yayoi placed the big orange cat on the floor beside her legs. The orange cat lay on the floor against her thighs and meowed several times in anger.
Yayoi touched the orange cat's soft back and said, "He hasn't slept well for several days. You've been sleeping every day. Let him sleep for a while. You have to be a generous cat."
The coaxed big orange cat meowed softly, curled up into a ball, purred with its big mouth, and fell asleep against Yayoi's legs.
——Little Red Hair.
The sound of cicadas is still noisy, and the midsummer sunshine pours down from the eaves.
——Are you bored?
The white cat wearing a blindfold and using her thigh as a pillow spoke again.
——I'm not bored.
Yayoi said.
You are all making such a fuss, it's strange that she can become bored.
——You look like a dull gourd.
purred the white cat who used her thigh as a pillow.
——Then you are a noisy white cat.
Yayoi's tone was calm and lifeless.
After Satoru Gojo turned over on Yayoi's lap and hummed a few words, he said nothing more. The cicadas chirping in his ears were still noisy, and the breathing of the person resting on Yayoi's lap gradually became smoother and evener.
He actually fell asleep.
The soft white hair brushed against the skin, a little itchy.
Yayoi touched the hair of the guy who was occupying her thigh openly and confidently using her thigh as a pillow.
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I'm not bored, I'm just...a little lonely.
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So lonely.
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So lonely, so lonely, so lonely.
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If you don’t see the blooming cherry blossoms in spring, you won’t miss the bright and warm sunshine of spring in the cold winter.
Some people say that meeting is just the beginning of parting.
This sentence is very sad, but actually there is some truth in it.
If no one pushed open the closed door, she would not realize that the outside belonged to other people. If the person who pushed the door was not her sister, she would not know that there are other red colors in the world.
More and more people pushed open the door, and more and more people ran into her courtyard.
The cherry blossoms bloom and fall, falling from the branches, stained with dust, and rotting in the mud, turning into nutrients for the next year's blooming cherry blossoms. In spring, the buds on the branches are opened and bloom like hazy clouds.
No one comes again.
She was alone in the courtyard, as if no one had ever been there.
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So lonely, so lonely.
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——Are you bored?
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Very boring.
I'm dying of suffocation.
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"Amamiya-sensei!"
The white light stung the eyeballs, and saline water overflowed from the corners of the eyes reflexively.
Yayoi found himself falling asleep sitting in his office.
Teacher Takei, who stayed with her on duty, covered her with a blanket. The temperature in spring was much warmer than that in late winter, but at the same time, spring is the season when influenza is rampant. A person who accidentally catches a cold will contract the epidemic. A cold is bad.
The rain is still falling.
The stars poured down from the sky last night, and the starlight reflected the bright lights of the city, but they quietly went out in a moment. The neon lights in the distance were still on, but the starlight suddenly went out, and pouring rain poured down from the clouds.
The branches outside the window were trembling between the wind and rain. The rainwater hit the glass window and exploded into water splashes, sliding down the transparent glass window.
The rain hit the glass window, and the crackling sound lingered in my ears.
Yayoi had an uneasy sleep this time. When he woke up in a daze, the blanket that originally covered his shoulders had slipped to his arms and was half hanging on his body.
Throat is a little dry.
Yayoi licked her chapped lips.
Teacher Takei brought her a glass of water.
Yayoi took the water glass and thanked him. The half glass of water slid down his mouth and into his throat, moistening his dry throat.
"Are you too tired, Ms. Amamiya?" The older woman sat down and looked at Yayoi worriedly, "I see you frown even in your sleep."
Yayoi is holding the cup, and across the paper cup, the warm water temperature is transferred to the palm of his hand. The rim of the paper cup is moist with water vapor, and there is still steam on the cup.
"I suddenly thought of something." Yayoi lowered his eyelids slightly.
"Don't think too much." Teacher Takei comforted softly, "When I was young, I was just like you, I liked to keep a lot of things in my heart."
There were only Yayoi and Mr. Takei in the office. The lights overhead were lit quietly, and the dim light fell on the neat folders.
"But thinking too much will only add pressure to yourself." Teacher Takei chuckled softly, "Well, even if I talk about some things now, you won't understand it now."
"Time will tell."
Some memories that I had never noticed before were placed in the corner and accumulated a thick layer of dust. They were inconspicuous and unattractive. However, when I recalled them, a feeling of loneliness emerged inexplicably. Extremely heartbreaking.
It had been a long time since she had felt such deep-seated loneliness.
The rain outside the window was still falling, pattering, the rain blurred the glass windows, and the neon lights left blurred patches of color on them.
Yayoi opened the umbrella.
The rain kept falling. Yayoi took out the mobile phone stuffed in his pocket and looked down at the bright screen.
The sound of patter of rain lingered in my ears, and little bits of rain stained the screen of my mobile phone.
It's getting late, and judging from the situation, the rain is not going to stop tonight.
The streets were full of water, and the raindrops made ripples in circles. The lights of street lamps rippled in the water.
There have been frequent rains in the past few days, and the sewers in the streets have been blocked. The emergency repair department has not yet repaired them, and water has accumulated on the ground.
If you step out directly, your shoes will definitely not escape the tragedy of being soaked in water. The feeling of wetness in the shoes was extremely uncomfortable. Yayoi didn't like that feeling.
So she simply took off her shoes and stepped into the water with her bare feet. The cold rain made her toes tremble, but after adapting to the temperature, there was no big problem.
Yayoi carried her shoes, rolled up her trouser legs, and held an umbrella. She stepped on the water on the street with her bare feet. The rainwater jumped under her feet. The raindrops wet her hair, and the ripples swirled in the water.
The street lights on both sides of the street were on quietly, and the lights rippled in the water, rippling outward with the ripples.
It was getting late, and neon lights could be faintly seen in the distance. The 24-hour convenience store was still open, and the billboards were as bright as torches in the dark night.
Yayoi suddenly remembered that she used to like to run around without shoes. When it snowed, she would walk around in the snow with bare feet, imitating the squirrels jumping off the branches and jumping in the snow, leaving behind a series of His footprints were stained with fine snowflakes on his clothes.
She won't get sick or catch a cold, and can run in the snow to her heart's content.
But Grandma Lizi said this was not good.
——You won’t get sick, but you will be cold.
——Don’t make yourself uncomfortable.
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——Don’t make yourself uncomfortable.
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——But thinking too much will only add pressure to yourself.
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Yayoi turned the umbrella handle, and the umbrella covered with rainwater rotated like a rotating kaleidoscope. The umbrella was covered with cat patterns, a cat cake that collapsed into a ball, a cat that stretched itself into a triangle, and a yawning cat. .
Orange lights fell from the top of the street lamp pole, and the cold rain stained the orange lights.
Yayoi noticed a man standing under the street lamp. The man looked very tall. In the dark night of heavy rain, he was wearing a black loose coat, which almost blended into the night.
Yayoi was stunned for a moment, stopped, and his feet were soaked in the water.
swish swish——
The rain tilted the branches of the green plants on the street, and showers of rain fell from the branches. The lights and the rain were intertwined.
Mid-March is not the best season for viewing Sendai cherry blossoms. The most beautiful season for Sendai cherry blossoms is April, when the blooming cherry blossoms fall like rain and snow.
Sendai on the branches in March, the branches of the cherry trees, and the pink petals of the cherry trees, bowed their heads and waited for the warm day suitable for blooming.
It's a pity that it rained tonight, and the rain was heavy. A large number of flower buds did not survive the rain. The water on the soles of the feet rolled up the petals and flowed past. The cherry blossoms above the head bowed their heads in the rain.
The rain pattered on the umbrella, and the flower buds stained with rain glistened under the light.
"I didn't bring an umbrella. Can you support me~"
He gently bent down and lifted her umbrella so that she could see his face.
There were raindrops on the ends of the hair on her forehead. In the dark night, blue pupils suddenly appeared, and delicate white eyelashes were hung with delicate raindrops.
The lights smeared on the eyebrows, and the eyebrows were curved, carrying a feline-like cunning.
The stars seemed to break and fall from the sky, passing through the atmosphere, rubbing out dazzling starlight, and fell into those eyes.
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The author has something to say:
Just...it's easy to have random thoughts on a rainy day.
I...I wrote it!
They met again before Huzi swallowed his finger.
Gojo Cat: To be honest, I didn’t expect him to eat his fingers. Even if he eats his fingers, what he eats is actually the fingers of Liang Miansu Nuo. 【Cat shocked jpg.】
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