My youth romance is always confusing

After a long time, Takamiya Sengoku spoke again.

"I'm sorry, but when we get old, we always want to immerse ourselves in memories."

As a junior, I didn’t dare to respond to the elders’ self-deprecation. I could only smile bitterly.

Takamiya Sengoku glanced at Mitsuki beside him, and then returned to Hachiman.

He let out a long sigh.

"No matter what, I am old. This is an established fact and there is nothing to hide."

At this moment, the man in front of him did not show any dignity as an elder, but he did show the unwillingness of a father.

That must be the reluctance of not being able to accompany his daughter's growth.

Even though he had found a way out for his daughter and that person was trustworthy, perhaps the biggest regret for him was that he could not be with his daughter.

Although Takamiya Sengoku couldn't bear to bring everyone back to sad memories, he still had one thing he had to say to the boy in front of him.

He calmed down and then turned to another page in the photo album, which contained a photo of him and his deceased wife.

His wrinkled hand stroked the photo as if he was touching his lover's cheek, but he didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting the other person.

His eyes were filled with longing and tenderness for his wife.

"This is Mitsuki's mother."

Mr. Takamiya pointed to one of the photos and introduced Mitsuki's mother to me.

There is a young and beautiful woman on it. If you only look at her face, it is hard to imagine that she is the wife of the old and sick man in front of you.

"It can be seen that Mitsuki looks a lot like my aunt."

This is not flattery. Although the temperament of the woman in the photo is completely different from the quiet girl sitting next to her, and she looks energetic and outgoing at first glance, but judging from her appearance alone, even though Mitsuki, who is still an elementary school student, is at least 70% similar to her.

Maybe my sincere words made Mr. Chongmiya happy, and he laughed a few times.

But soon, he became quiet again.

"Yes, when I see Miyue, it's like seeing her. It's also fortunate that Miyue looks like her mother and not like me, otherwise my old appearance would be a burden to her."

At this point, I understood why this room seemed so big, because it used to be where a family of three lived, and now that one person is missing, it naturally seems empty.

After teasing for a few times, Takamiya Sengoku fell silent again and shook his head.

"It would be nice if Qingshui was still here."

"Is your aunt's name Qingshui? What a nice name."

"Haha, but Qingshui's parents named her this because they wanted her to be like clear water, quiet yet refreshing. But they didn't expect that it would be the exact opposite in the end."

Takamiya Sengoku was quite excited when he talked about the interesting things that happened to his wife in the past.

After all, no one has been able to listen to these words for a long time.

He looked at Mitsuki, "It's just that the current Mitsuki may be more in line with the meaning of the word 'clear water'."

"Mitsuki?"

I followed my uncle's gaze at Mitsuki, who was sitting quietly on the side, and nodded.

"I feel the same way."

"Really? You felt it too."

Although he had only met the boy in front of him once, for some reason, Takamiya Sengoku got along very well with him.

"But gradually, I no longer want Mitsuki to become like 'Shimizu'. Perhaps it is because that kind of life is too boring that her mother has become the exact opposite."

There was a lot of regret in his words.

Next, I talked to Mr. Takamiya about many topics related to Aunt Shimizu. Of course, most of the time Mr. Takamiya was talking and I was listening. Occasionally, I would agree with a few words.

At first, I thought Mr. Takamiya was just happy and couldn't stop talking.

After all, there seems to be no point in telling these to an outsider like me.

But gradually, I discovered that although Mr. Takamiya was talking to me on the surface, he was actually talking to Xiao Meiyue.

I'm just a button to make the situation peaceful.

So, I played the role of a good listener and only spoke a few words when I was required to speak.

Even if I didn't look at it deliberately, I knew that Mitsuki must be listening attentively with her ears perked up.

However, the more I listened, the more I could hear the regret in Mr. Takamiya's voice.

If such a mother were still alive, Xiao Meiyue would not have fallen into such a state of being left alone.

It's okay now, but when Mr. Chonggong really passes away, what will she think?

"Haha, I haven't mentioned Qingshui to anyone for a long time, and I accidentally talked too much."

Perhaps he felt that he had said enough, so Mr. Takamiya stopped.

Although he was always looking at me, his occasional glance at Miyue let me know that he still cared about Miyue very much.

"Speaking of which, how is your father preparing for what I told him to do last week?"

Takamiya Sengoku deliberately spoke vaguely so that Mitsuki who was present could not understand.

But as soon as I heard it, I knew what he really meant.

"My father has already started preparing."

When communicating with the father in front of me, I tried my best to be respectful.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Takamiya Sengoku closed his eyes and began to imagine the scene after his death.

He understands his own body and knows that he doesn't have much time left.

Normally, he should be in the hospital now, but in order to spend more time with his daughter, he has given up the chance to prolong his life.

Of course, even if he is hospitalized now, he will probably just lie in the hospital as a vegetable for a few more days. It would be better for him to stay with Xiao Meiyue more.

Besides, when there is really no more hope in a couple of days, he will definitely be carried to the hospital by others.

Takamiya Sengoku sat quietly for a while, then looked at Hachiman with a very sincere look.

"When the time comes, I'll leave it to you."

The sudden change in tone left me a little overwhelmed.

This is not said to my father, but to me, a junior.

I took a deep breath, then nodded to the man in front of me with an extremely serious attitude.

"Please rest assured that I will do my best."

Miyue on the side looked at the two people in front of her and suddenly became strange, and was a little confused.

After that, after exchanging a few more pleasantries, I left the Takamiya household.

When I was leaving, I looked at Miyue's face in a daze.

Looking at Mr. Takamiya's condition today, I have a feeling that this little girl will come to our house soon.

How should I face her then?

With this question in mind, I embarked on my journey home.

Another three hours later, with the train braking, I arrived back at Chiba Station.

"Speaking of which, let's go buy something."

It’s a rare opportunity to come out, I would feel sorry for myself if I don’t buy something.

So I went to the supermarket.

As luck would have it, on my way home I went into the same supermarket that I went to last time.

As luck would have it, the same saleslady was standing there again.

As luck would have it, he looked drowsy again.

As luck would have it, I am the only customer here.

"Cough cough~"

I stood in front of the cashier counter with snacks in my hand and coughed twice on purpose.

"Ah...eh."

Although Kawasaki was still very sleepy, after last week's experience, she did not fall asleep this time, but was just distracted. Now that Hachiman reminded her, she immediately became alert.

"Huh, it's you."

Although it was not good for Han to be caught by his classmates, it was better than being caught by a new stranger.

After all, it has happened once before.

"Oh."

This is not a good place to have a conversation, and I am just here to buy something, so there is no need to communicate at all.

What happened just now was at most a friendly reminder between classmates and a legitimate right as a customer.

Kawasaki started to help Hachiman count the prices of snacks.

"Speaking of which, thank you for what happened last time."

I originally thought she wouldn't speak again, but now that she did, it actually scared me.

"Oh...I wouldn't tell anyone anyway. Your worry is unnecessary."

After hearing this, Kawasaki raised his eyebrows and did not comment.

Maybe that was true for the guy in front of her, but when she was in junior high school, there were a few annoying guys who were talked about in class.

No wonder she cares so much.

"Anyway, I still want to thank you."

"No, it's not something I can help with."

Is this guy like this?

I curled my lips.

But no matter how hard Hachiman thought, he could not imagine that, apart from this incident, the reason why Kawasaki always wanted to thank him might be out of guilt.

Kawasaki felt guilty about the fact that he followed a person who adhered to his own principles and helped him unintentionally, but he heard his secret.

Therefore, this gratitude, rather than being a thank you to Hachiman for keeping the secret, is more of an atonement for his own mistakes.

"Now that I've said thank you, don't refuse. Wait for me outside the door for a while."

It was almost time for her to get off work, so she just handed over the things she had prepared to Hachiman.

When she came to work during the day, she happened to pass by a bookstore and bought a book as a gift. She originally wanted to find time to give it to him when school starts, but she didn't expect to meet him here.

"Oh..."

Since she said so, I can only obey her.

I'm fine anyway.

With snacks in hand, I walked outside and waited for Kawasaki.

After getting rid of Hachiman, Kawasaki breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a beautiful middle-aged woman came over from the cargo rack.

"Store...Store Manager!"

When Kawasaki saw the woman in front of him, his heart suddenly tightened.

——Could it be possible that she saw what happened just now?

However, this is the fact. The store manager not only saw it, but also watched it for a long time.

She knew Kawasaki's character. He usually spoke as little as possible in the past, but today he actually took the initiative to chat with a male customer. It was obvious that he had something to hide.

She moved closer to Kawasaki with a teasing smile on her face.

"That guy just now, was that your boyfriend?"

"No, no, no, it's not!"

"That's the one I love?"

"No, manager, don't always think in strange ways."

Yes, Kawasaki was afraid of the store manager not because of the reason of communicating with customers during working hours, but because the store manager was too enthusiastic, which made Kawasaki very uncomfortable and she did not want to have too much communication with the store manager.

"Oh, then they are friends."

"Well... more like that."

Realizing that there would be no good outcome if he continued to argue with the store manager, Kawasaki endured this inaccurate result.

The main reason was that the manager's expression when he teased her was too annoying.

Anyway, there won't be any communication between the two of them afterwards, so nothing will be exposed.

"What's the matter with the store manager?"

When the topic returned to the main topic, Kawasaki immediately became energetic. After all, she was a high school student and did not have much advantage in the part-time job industry.

"Why, can't you come and see the model employees in my store if you have nothing else to do? You really make my sister sad."

After saying that, the store manager covered his face and made a gesture as if he was about to cry, but one could tell at a glance that it was fake and very contrived.

Kawasaki was also speechless.

"No...if everything is alright—"

"It's time to get off work, Sashi."

The store manager interrupted Kawasaki and urged her to leave work quickly.

Kawasaki looked at his watch and found that it was time to get off work without him noticing while the two were talking.

——I have to go back and cook for Jinghua.

With this mentality, Kawasaki quickly thanked the owner twice, changed his clothes and walked out of the supermarket.

The store manager stood beside the cash register with his arms crossed, quietly looking at Kawasaki's back.

In fact, when she first hired this young employee, she did so purely because she saw Kawasaki's predicament.

At that time, Kawasaki came to apply for the job with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Looking at the girl in front of her reminded her of herself when she was young.

"Sure, come to work tomorrow."

She said this to the girl in front of her.

——But even that Kawasaki has a friend, so I feel relieved.

The store manager glanced at Kawasaki Hachiman and the other man standing outside the door and smiled knowingly.

"Here, here."

Kawasaki handed over a book and some bookmarks.

It looks like it has never been opened.

What is this? A thank you gift?

"There's no need for that. I just didn't say anything."

I don't dare to accept gifts from girls casually.

"I told you I'd give it to you, so just take it. Why are you being so fussy as a boy?"

Kawasaki impatiently stuffed the book into Hachiman's arms.

"Whether you want it or not is your business, whether I give it or not is my business, and now we are even."

"That's it."

After giving the gift, Kawasaki turned around and wanted to leave.

"that!"

This is a rare opportunity. If not now, when can I ask?

"What? Is there anything else?"

The girl turned around and looked at Hachiman, her long black hair with a bluish tint was stood up high behind her, like a wall that kept people thousands of miles away.

"Have you submitted your internship report?"

"What? You mean, just write it down and submit it."

"It's really casual."

"It doesn't matter. It's not something important."

If only I could be so casual.

I looked at the beautiful girl in front of me, feeling helpless.

What I want is more practical guidance, otherwise I feel like I won’t be able to utter a single word when I get home.

"Let me put it another way, Kawasaki, do you have any plans for your future employment?"

"Why do you want to ask everything?"

Having said that, Kawasaki has no intention of refusing to answer.

She looked up and thought seriously, "Anyway, I'll first find a job that can support myself and my family. As long as it doesn't violate the principles, I can do it no matter how dirty or hard it is."

“It’s really hard work.”

"Every family has different things going on. My family is like this, with old people and young children."

"Well, I can understand that. I have two sisters at home, too."

Kawasaki was a little surprised to hear that Hachiman had as many brothers and sisters as he did.

You can't tell what's going on with this guy on a normal day, but I didn't expect that he doesn't seem to be under any financial pressure even though he has so many people at home.

Middle class indeed.

"It would be great if you could understand. Is there anything else?"

"Gone."

"Goodbye then."

Kawasaki has always been decisive and swift in her style. If she says she will give a gift, she will give it. If she says she will leave, she will really leave.

This time, she never looked back.

And I watched her leaving for a long time in silence.

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