Chapter 71 Sparrow
On the day when the club of Shanzawa No. 3 High School recruited new members, the school road was filled with various club banners, and the leaflets printed with ink and color made a clattering sound in the warm wind, like the crisp sound of the tide.
The club's recruitment is in full swing, and the cherry blossoms on the branches are withering grandly.
The cherry blossoms in Sendai bloom later than those in Tokyo. The most beautiful cherry blossoms in Tokyo are in March, while the cherry blossoms in Sendai are later in April.
The club recruitment day in April is also the time for the cherry blossoms to wither. The cherry blossoms are flowers with a short flowering period. They bloom in the most brilliant and short-lived form, showing their bright vitality, and then wither in the grandest way and return to the soil.
As one of many freshmen, Yuji Itadori walked forward slowly along the bustling crowd, his eyes passing over the busy seniors on both sides of the school road who were responsible for recruiting new members to their clubs. Sister, it’s rare that I feel a little melancholy in my heart.
At the beginning of school, Yuji Itadori was seriously thinking about whether he wanted to join a club.
My grandfather, who was still hospitalized, reminded me to participate in more club activities. My sister also agreed with my grandfather and encouraged me to make friends and participate in team building.
Yuji Itadori was full of complaints about his grandpa who deliberately looked cool with a serious face and his red-haired sister with a super serious expression in his mind. One of them likes to have a straight face and looks like he is not easy to get along with, while the other looks like an iceberg beauty. He is a silly red-haired guy. Obviously these two people need to make more friends and go to team building with friends more than he does.
After all, he is still the person in charge of maintaining neighborly relations in the family.
Yuji Itadori grabbed a handful of hair with a headache, and his eyes wandered in front of various club recruitment offices.
Shanze High School values students' club activities and personal strengths more than grades. Club activities are linked to credits, and credits are linked to admission requirements. The school clearly encourages and requires students to participate in club activities. At Shanze High School, almost every student Each student has his or her own clubs and activities.
He needed a club that wouldn't take up too much of his time and would allow him to run away before five o'clock every afternoon.
But can any society really allow him to fish in the water like this? Will he be kicked out?
Ah, it will be terrible when grandpa and sister ask.
Yuji Itadori, an honest man who is not very honest, is in a big crisis.
At that moment, a particularly cold club came into view. There was a table, two sophomores, a boy and a girl. In contrast to the fancy banners made around them, this small club only set up a simple flagpole. , the flagpole is marked 'Supernatural Phenomena Research Society', and there are no performances prepared to attract new students to join the club. Compared with other clubs, the atmosphere of this club can be described as depressed.
Sensing that the eyes of juniors finally fell on his club, the senior in charge of recruiting new members introduced his club to Yuji Itadori with great enthusiasm.
Yuji Itadori hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over.
The full name of Supernatural Research is 'Supernatural Phenomena Research Society', which is dedicated to the study of various supernatural phenomena. The only official club members are second-year students Sasaki and Iguchi, both of whom are fans of supernatural phenomena and urban horror legends, so They simply formed a group and established the Supernatural Research Institute together.
The senior sister enthusiastically told Yuji Itadori that even if she didn't have to do anything, she could just be a ghost club member.
Yuji Itadori: Oh hoo.
The prerequisites for establishing clubs and associations require three or more people. Obviously this new club with only two people does not meet the standards, but with Yuji Itadori, it is another matter.
Supernatural Research urgently needs a new member to maintain the club, and Yuji Itadori needs to get home before five o'clock. Both parties can meet each other's needs.
So the little tiger simply filled out the supernatural research on the application for joining the ministry.
On the day of recruitment for the club, Coach Takagi, the consultant of the track and field department, was gearing up and full of energy. He squatted in the recruitment office of the track and field department with great patience, his eyes glowing green, like a wolf waiting for a fat sheep. It's a pity that he squatted for a whole day but couldn't reach Yuji Itadori, the fat sheep, and the fat sheep turned around and went to Lingyan Club.
He turned back to the Fat Sheep of the Supernatural Research Institute, but he didn't expect that Coach Takagi turned around and ran to the Student Union and rummaged through the thick stack of application forms. After beating my chest and feet, I simply took up my own pen and changed it to the track and field department.
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Two months after Lingyiyan snatched away his easy-to-get pig, Coach Takagi finally couldn't bear it any longer and headed towards Lingyiyan's activity venue.
The teacher, who had more serious problems than the students, challenged the little tiger on the spot. Under the witness of the student council president, the two people went to the school's football field to have an upright game together despite the student council president's inner complaints.
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"That's it." Yuji Itadori sat on a chair in the ward, holding a fruit plate in one hand and stuffing Yayoi's peeled rabbit apples into his mouth with the other hand, his cheeks bulging, "I won the competition with Consultant Takagi. oh."
Although it was not the correct form for throwing the shot put, he still won.
Grandpa, who was lying on the hospital bed, folded his arms and snorted, curling his lips, "How can you be so happy about this?"
"Grandpa, don't act cool now that you are old." Yuji Itadori muttered.
His grandfather is not only a little old man who doesn't like to laugh, but also a little old man who likes to be cool.
"All men dream of dying handsomely." Grandpa said intentionally or unintentionally.
The thin sunset spread over the window sill, and the clouds at dusk were as soft and gorgeous as marshmallows during a summer festival. The dusk was lingering and gentle.
The sun was half setting on the horizon, and the evening breeze blew past the window sill and brushed against my ears.
Yuji Itadori deliberately left out some details, such as the fact that he entered the paranormal research in order to be able to run to the hospital before five o'clock, and that there were many prosperous clubs in the school, but he specifically chose a sluggish one. I only said the part that would make Grandpa feel at ease, and deliberately said that he would not come to the hospital if he was not free.
He has been like this since he was a child, trying his best to push himself away, always thinking that he has trapped his grandson in place, and not wanting others to see his powerlessness.
Perhaps the person who can understand Grandpa best, no, is a cat, a big orange cat.
The first time the big orange cat ran away was in the middle of the night. My sister walked through the streets with a flashlight looking for the cat. Finally, she found the old cat huddled up in a flower bed on the edge of the street near the back door of her house.
Looking for a final place to belong.
But after searching and searching, I finally found that home is the best.
Where can an old cat go? After wandering around and looking for it, he handed himself over to the flower bed on the roadside, and finally he was taken back by the red-haired owner who had been looking for him all the way.
Cats are one of those stubborn animals that will sneak away before it's time to die.
So do old people.
They don't want others to see their powerlessness.
"Grandpa, do you want to go for a walk?"
Yayoi blinked and spoke suddenly.
"The sunset is beautiful today." Yayoi said.
Gazing at the setting sun, he paused for a moment, and the fingers that were like dead branches resting on the quilt involuntarily tightened, pulling out several folds from the neat quilt.
The emergency call phone was hung above the bed, with a thin sunset color on the white shell.
The emergency call phone in the hospital is for patients to call nurses when needed, but grandpa never takes the initiative to call nurses.
The only time I used the call phone today was because grandpa didn't answer the calls from Yayoi and Yuji Itadori. When the sky dimmed in the morning, Yuji Itadori called the nurse at the hospital. The nurse went to grandpa's ward to greet him, but she was yelled back. .
Most of the time, Grandpa is a stubborn little old man.
Yuji Itadori put down the plate in his hand and felt that his heart was almost in his throat. It wasn't until his grandfather said, 'Go ahead' that his heart dropped.
The sunset was as bright red as the red maples all over the mountains and fields, and the glow covered the whole world with a thin veil of twilight.
The crows of crows echoed in the distant mountains, and the setting sun stretched the shadows on the ground.
The sun was like a crumbling fire, dotted on the undulating horizon of the mountains, as if it was about to sink in the next moment.
Yuji Itadori pushed the wheelchair, and the wheels ran over the flat road and rolled forward smoothly.
The winding path passes through the green belt and extends towards the setting sun ahead.
"The sun is going to set." Grandpa muttered to himself.
The setting sun setting in the west is just like him.
"The sun will rise tomorrow." Yayoi said.
Grandpa pursed his lips and said, "Yayoi, you... aren't you going to find your father?"
You can leave. You have grown up. When you grow up, you are destined to leave home.
Yayoi shook his head, "I'm not going to find 'Dad'."
"That's not where I belong," Yayoi said, "This is where I belong."
"He is your father." Grandpa said.
How could a child not long for his father's love? What's more, Yayoi has been a child who lacked the love of his father since he was a child.
"He doesn't love me." Yayoi said, "You and Yuji love me."
Grandpa was stunned.
"I will only find my home with the people who love me." The red hair fell down from her shoulders to her waist, and the girl standing next to her gently lowered her eyelashes.
When she said this, she didn't hesitate at all and said it in a calm and natural tone.
In ten years, the little red-haired girl turned into a big red-haired girl, but she was still silly. The fact that she is still bouncing around now is probably due to her up-to-date IQ and EQ, as well as her beast-like keen intuition. .
When he took over this little red-haired man, his grandfather was worried that he would not be able to raise a girl well. In order to raise a girl well, he got rid of many bad habits, such as beating pachinko, which he did secretly behind Yayoi's back. I took Yuji with me, but in the end I was caught on the street by Yayoi, who has developed five senses.
Slowly, he discovered that his worries were unnecessary. Little Red Hair's soul had been shaped by others a long time ago. With the soul shaped by those people, someone put light in her soul, and she would follow these lights. Go down.
Grandpa considers himself a stubborn old man, and Yayoi is obviously also a stubborn little redhead. It is difficult to change things once they have been determined.
Grandpa, who was suddenly hit hard, smacked his lips in embarrassment and muttered, "You are not reserved at all when you say something like this."
Yayoi tilted his head, "Why am I not reserved?"
"You are just an unreserved little redhead!" Grandpa said loudly.
Yayoi puffed up her cheeks aggrievedly, and her grandfather reached out and stroked her red hair.
Yayoi lowered her head and let her grandfather stroke her red hair.
"Thank you, Grandpa." Yayoi said softly.
After stroking the red hair for a moment, Grandpa raised his head and saw Yayoi's eyes, the clear amber color of which was smeared with the bright sunset.
"Thank you and Yuji for not leaving me alone after my mother left." Yayoi's eyebrows arched.
Grandpa couldn't tell whether it was the setting sun or the light falling from her eyes. He suddenly felt that his little red hair had grown up a lot.
There was a moment of silence, with only the rising and falling cries of crows in his ears. Grandpa wiped away the smile on his lips, gently rubbed Yayoi's hair a few times, and put down his hand.
"Yuji, finally I have something to say to you."
Grandpa's voice became older in an instant, and his usually stern face relaxed its features, but seemed to become heavier.
"It's about your parents."
Yuji Itadori paused.
"I'm not interested." Yuji Itadori turned his head and pretended not to care.
How could you not be curious?
How could you not be curious?
Parents are the ones who bring their children into this world with their own hands. How could a child brought into this world by their own hands not care about his parents?
But, as long as parents are mentioned, the grandfather who refuses to accept old age will also grow old.
"It's about your parents." Grandpa solemnly emphasized once.
Yuji Itadori was silent for a moment, and then said, "Grandpa, can you stop thinking about trying to be cool before you die? Just talk as usual."
If it makes you sad, don't mention it.
The old man was trembling all over, and he immediately wanted to give him a stir-fried chestnut.
He really wanted to look cool before he died, but his stinky grandson wouldn't let him show off.
So the grandpa raised his hand and gave Yuji Itadori a steaming chestnut. The little tiger squatted on the ground holding the painful head in aggrieved manner.
Maybe his brother's head was too strong, and the moment the chestnut smashed down, Yayoi heard a loud 'pop'.
Yayoi touched Yuji Itadori's smashed head and found that the area was red.
"Show me the atmosphere!" Grandpa was furious, "You know I want to act cool, can't you just quietly let me act?!"
Dirty grandson! What do you need? I might as well ask for a piece of barbecued pork!
"Don't always buy me flowers. Save some money yourself. Don't squander it when you have money. Save it well. It will always be useful in the future." Grandpa said.
Yuji Itadori touched his sore head and curled his lips, "I bought the flowers for the nurse."
That's weird, I just bought it for you.
"You stupid grandson!" Grandpa scolded.
"The same goes for Yayoi. What I'm most worried about is you. You are a red-haired fool who has been stupid since you were a child. You are not bad looking. It will be terrible if you are deceived by a man." Grandpa murmured to himself.
The old man suddenly thought of Satoru Gojo who came uninvited that day with flowers in his arms, and curled his lips.
"In the future, when you marry, you should watch more carefully and don't let the other person look for a mistress." Grandpa rambled, "If he really dares to look for a mistress, break his legs."
His red-haired brain is not very smart, but his fists are so hard that there is absolutely nothing to say.
"Oh, it would be great if you could really get married..." Grandpa muttered softly.
Yuji Itadori: "...Grandpa, can you say something nice?"
Grandpa: "You know nothing."
"Remember, if necessary, you are going to help break that brat's legs!" Grandpa said firmly.
Yuji:? ? ?
who? Whose leg did you break?
The afterglow of the setting sun slowly gathered, and dark shadows were cast on the ground. The hoarse voices of the crows echoed in the sky.
The old man's mood became calm again, and his expression and tone softened a lot.
"Yuji, you are very powerful." Grandpa said softly.
“To help other people.”
"As long as it's within your own ability, save it if you can. It doesn't matter if you're confused or not being thanked. It doesn't matter if you save it first."
"You will die surrounded by people."*
The setting sun silences the mountains, the last ray of sunset is gathered away, the crows of the crows cease at this moment, the night comes as promised, and it is quiet.
The heart stops beating, the lungs stop expanding, and the blood stops flowing in the veins.
Yayoi saw the old man leaning against the back of the chair and closing his eyes. It was like many days in the past when Yayoi returned home. It was a sleepy dusk in the yard. The old man was sitting in the living room, leaning against the sofa and taking a nap. , the dark night slowly crawled onto his face.
Yayoi lowered his eyes.
The heart that should have been turbulent suddenly became very calm, or it was turbulent to the point of calmness.
"Good night, Grandpa," she said softly.
The starlight tonight is so dim.
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*Taken from the original work.
#Someday in the future:
Little Tiger: Grandpa, I can’t do it. With my strongest legs, I can’t beat QAQ.
Gojo Cat: I am a cat who is always focused~
Hu Zi is going to swallow his fingers in the next chapter.
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