My youth romance is always confusing

When I arrived at Takamiya's house by train, it was already getting dark.

My father's car was parked at the gate of the yard. Looking through the window, the lights in the room were basically on.

The gate to the yard was also wide open.

I entered the house without asking the owner's permission, and just after taking a few steps inside, I ran into my father pacing back and forth in the corridor.

He looked anxious, as if he was worried about something.

When Hikigaya Yunzo saw Hachiman, he felt less worried. At least, he didn't have to worry about what was happening here anymore. He still had to go to the hospital to deal with other things.

"Hachiman, you're here."

"Ah..um, Dad, what is this?"

Seeing that there was no sound in the house, I already had some guesses in my mind.

"Ugh."

Hikigaya Yunzo sighed, with a hint of sadness and depression in his eyes.

He didn't want to say this out loud, but reality forced him to tell Hachiman the truth.

"Mr. Takamiya's condition... has worsened."

"what?"

As soon as I said this I realized that my voice was a little loud. My dad and I looked into the room at the same time and felt relieved when we saw no reaction.

"I just came here two days ago, and Uncle Chonggong didn't seem to be so seriously ill at that time."

Thinking about the conversation we had a few days ago, the man who cared so much about his daughter is actually seriously ill today. Things in this world are so unpredictable.

"Well, I didn't expect that. It's just that Mr. Takamiya didn't contact me on time, so I went out so early in the morning."

Hikigaya Yunzo suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he had other things to do next, so he thought about it and gave up.

"So I have to go to the hospital next. Mr. Takamiya has been hospitalized. Although there are people guarding him, I think she can't handle it alone."

She? A woman? That could be the aunt we met last time.

As he was speaking, Hikigaya Yunzo turned his head, glanced at the room where the lights were still on, and then looked back at Hachiman.

"I'll leave her to you."

I could hear a very heavy sense of oppression in my father's voice. Maybe his mentor's critical illness made him feel uneasy.

"it is good."

I didn't ask who 'she' was. After all, there was only one person in this family who needed a junior like me to take care of.

After receiving Hachiman's affirmative answer, Hikigaya Yunzo patted his son on the shoulder and drove away.

Now there are only me and a little girl who doesn't talk in this house.

The dark corridor made my mood become less bright. Although Uncle Chonggong and I were not close, it was hard to calm down when I heard that the person who was sitting in front of me and talking to me a few days ago was in critical condition and was hospitalized.

Moreover, even I, an outsider, feel this way, so how would my daughter Miyue feel?

But we can tell something from the current situation. A child who is so polite on weekdays, now that there are guests at home, she doesn't say a word. It can be seen how much of a blow she has suffered.

Should I tell her the truth? Or should I hide it and tell her something like 'your dad will get better soon' to calm her down?

I'm afraid even I don't know what to do at this moment.

"Ugh."

Even my experienced father didn't know how to do it, so how could I, a novice, find a suitable solution? I can only do what I can do now.

After thinking about it, I took out my cell phone, found the phone number, and dialed it.

Several busy tones.

"Hello? Hiratsuka-sensei?"

"Oh, it's Hikigaya, what's going on?"

Ms. Hiratsuka might be having a meal at this time. I feel really bad for disturbing her.

But I hope this person is not eating takeout again. He should take care of himself.

"Mr. Hiratsuka, I may not be able to go to school tomorrow."

"Ah? Not coming to school?"

On the other end of the phone, Shizuka Hiratsuka put down the chopsticks that were holding shredded pork, and was a little surprised by what Hachiman said.

After all, the midterm exam is coming soon, and there are still commissions to be completed on the service department side. Logically speaking, he is not the kind of person who would escape at this time.

"Well, something happened at home, all sorts of things."

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt that Hachiman's voice was different from the light and airy one in the past. It was obvious that Hachiman was worried now.

She smiled and said, "Since you said so, as the class teacher, I will agree to it."

"Really? Thank you very much, Mr. Hiratsuka."

"Handle it properly. I don't want you to go back to school with a sullen face. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't punch you in the face."

"Don't do that."

After hanging up the phone, I poked my head into the room.

I saw a little girl curled up in the corner with her back to the door.

I didn't choose to walk over without hesitation because I felt that I wouldn't know what to say to her if I went over there now.

But at this time, it seems that Miyuki hasn't eaten yet, and I haven't eaten either.

No matter how sad you are, eating is never wrong.

I dug around in the fridge and found a few ingredients I could still use.

To be honest, my cooking skills have improved to a certain extent thanks to Komachi's influence, and I can still cook some common home-cooked meals.

After all, he is a househusband who considers being a househusband as his ideal career.

Although this ideal was later cruelly deprived by a violent female teacher.

Peel and cut the vegetables into pieces, then wash them again, then put the prepared meat into the pot and start stewing.

Soy sauce, salt, sugar, these common seasonings are naturally indispensable.

Soy sauce is mainly used for coloring, and salt, sugar and a little MSG are used for seasoning.

Looking at the carrots and potatoes tumbling in the pot with the boiling water, my heart gradually calmed down.

Cooking can really make a person calm.

After a while, a rich aroma spread from the pot and filled the air.

It made my stomach growl even though I hadn't had dinner yet.

The rice on the other side was ready, so I put them both into a bowl and brought them into the house.

When I went over, Mitsuki was still curled up in the corner like before, not moving or speaking.

"time to eat."

Hachiman's words broke the tranquility of this space.

Mitsuki's small body trembled visibly, but she still didn't make any move.

Seeing this, I felt helpless.

I have no idea what to do with a child in this state.

I just stood beside her holding the bowl.

But she showed no sign of turning around.

It made me so embarrassed.

No, we have to say something now, otherwise, the child will easily get sick.

But I couldn't say that I would lie to her and say that Uncle Chonggong's illness was not that serious.

So, at this time, I can only say some correct nonsense.

"I'm afraid Uncle Takamiya won't be happy to see you like this."

How despicable of me to use her father to threaten her.

But these words were unexpectedly effective. Miyue, who had her back to me, turned around after hearing my words and just stared at me in a daze.

At this moment, her little face was covered with tears and her eyes were swollen. She no longer looked like the lady from a noble family.

It seemed that she herself had vaguely guessed that her father's condition was not optimistic.

"If your father knew that he caused you to miss meals on time, he would feel guilty."

Mitsuki became even more shaken.

"Come, eat first, and we'll talk about any problems later."

I decided that if Mitsuki wanted to know something from me, I would tell her everything.

Although Mitsuki looks young, if I have to use the excuse of "children should spend a happy childhood" to convince myself not to tell her the truth, then I think it's better to forget it.

And I believe that even if I told her the truth, she would not collapse. On the contrary, she might become stronger.

But that was probably just a facade to avoid worrying people around him.

Such is the gentle nature of this precocious girl.

That is a deeper level of tenderness than Yuigahama's.

So before she grows up, as a senior, I need to do something.

Miyuki took the bowl with her slightly trembling hands, and the sight of her like that made me a little worried that she would spill the rice all over the floor.

The way she lowered her head and devoured the food in front of her bite by bite reminded me of Kamakula at home.

Just like a cat drinking water.

Speaking of Kamakula, I remember that it was not bought from a pet store, but was born from my mother's previous cat.

During the years that Kamakula spent in our country, he also had a period of time when he had no appetite and could not sleep.

That was the time when its mother died.

Fortunately, we were there with him, and gradually, Kamakula returned to normal.

Maybe people are like cats. Under the passage of time, one day they will bury this painful memory deep in their hearts, and then it will slowly flow down their throats and disappear.

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